Diamanda Galás "Si la muerte" - (album:"Malediction and Prayer" - Asphodel Ltd., 1998)

Si la muerte viene y pregunta por mí

Haga el favor

De decirle que vuelva mañana

Que todavía no han cancelado mis deudas

Ni her terminado un poema

Ni he ordenado mi ropa para el viaje

Ni he llevado a su destino el encargo ajeno

Ni he echado llave en mis gavetas

Ni he dicho lo que debía decir a los amigos

Ni he sentido el olor de la rosa

Que no ha nacido

Ni he desenterrado mis raíces

Ni he escrito una carta pendiente

Que ni siquiera me he lavado las manos

Ni he conocido un hijo

Ni he emprendido caminatas en paises desconocidos

Ni conozco los siete velos del mar

(Ni la canción del marino)

Si la muerte vieniera

Diga por favor que estoy enterado

Que me haga una espera

Que no le he dado a mi novia ni un beso de despedida

Que no he repartido mi mano con las de la familia

Ni he desempolvado los libros

Ni he silvado la canción preferida

Ni me he reconciliado con los enemigos

(Digale que no he probado el suicidio,

Ni he visto libre a mi gente)

Dígale, si quiere, que vuelva mañana

Que no es que le tema pero, ni siquiera...

Dígale, si quiere, que vuelva mañana

Que no es que le tema pero, ni siquiera...

Dígale, si quiere, que vuelva mañana

Que no es que le tema pero, ni siquiera...

Dígale, si quiere, que vuelva mañana

Que no es que le tema pero, ni siquiera...

He empezado a andar el camino.

(ακολουθεί αγγλική μετάφραση)

If Death

If death comes and asks for me

Do me a favor

And tell Him to come back tomorrow

Because my debts haven't been canceled

Nor have I finished a poem

Nor have I arranged my clothes for the trip

Nor have I delivered a package

Nor have I locked my drawers

Nor have I told my friends what I have to tell them

Nor have I felt the scent of an unborn rose

Nor have I dug up my roots

Nor have I written an overdue letter

Because I haven't even washed my hands

Nor have I met a son

Nor have I walked through unknown countries

Nor do I know the sea's seven sails

(Nor the sailor's song)

If death should come

Tell Him please that I'm aware

That He has to wait

Because I haven't kissed my girlfriend goodbye

Because I haven't shaken hands with my family

Nor have I blew the dust off my books

Nor have I whistled my favorite song

Nor have I reconciled with my enemies

(Tell Him I haven't tried suicide,

Nor have I seen my people free)

Tell Him, if you want, to come back tomorrow

Because it's not that I'm afraid, but I haven't even...

Tell Him, if you want, to come back tomorrow

Because it's not that I'm afraid, but I haven't even...

Tell Him, if you want, to come back tomorrow

Because it's not that I'm afraid, but I haven't even...

Tell Him, if you want, to come back tomorrow

Because it's not that I'm afraid, but I haven't even...

Started to walk my path.

Peter Hammill "Too many of my yesterdays" (album: "As close as this" - Virgin Records, 1986)

So many years ago I thought you were the one...

who knows when people change, surrender into strangeness,

adrift upon their lives, encompassed by the past;

who knows which one becomes the last goodbye?

Don't try to tell me nothing dies.

Don't try to tell me nothing's changed,

don't try to tell me nothing's new,

too many of my yesterdays belong to you.

Tell me about it, talk to me - I hear it coming, I feel it coming,

the way you want this thing to be.

You're only trading on our memories

don't go and say you still love me.

I shelved my broken heart, I put you from my mind,

I got up from my knees, I picked up all my pieces,

but seeing you again puts shakes into my soul.

Just when I think I'm finally over you,

don't come and show me that's not true.

Oh, tell me about it, have your way; I see it coming, I hear it coming,

I know what you're about to say.

You've had too many of my yesterdays,

and I don't want to fall again.

You're trading on my memories, you're trading in a rosy past;

you know I'm lost on stormy seas, but I still stand before the mast,

beneath the stars and under sail towards horizons out of true....

Behind the dance of seven veils I still see you....

Tell me about it, have your way....

Don't try to tell me nothing's changed,

don't try to tell me nothing's new,

too many of my yesterdays are lost in you.

(Ακόμη θυμάμαι τα ζώα που γιούχαραν τους Van der Graaf Generator στο Λυκαβητό, τότε που άνοιγαν για τους Porcupine Tree, και ανάβουν τα αίματα. Αυτό είναι ένα κομμάτι που έχει ένα μαλακισμένο τρόπο να επιστρέφει στα αυτιά μου σε πολύ συγκεκριμένες φάσεις της ζωής μου - εγώ κάνω ότι μπορώ για να το αποφύγω και το ρημάδι πάντα με βρίσκει. Εξαιρετικό το άλμπουμ, by the way.)

Bryan Ferry "The Only Face" (Live in Paris)

Havana moon
You got me in the strangest mood
Just me myself no-one else
Could ever be so blue

No backstreet woman
No grand hotel
The only face - out of place
An empty shell

Havana moon
Nobody knows me like you do
Nowhere to turn I never learn
I can't break through

No backstreet woman
No grand hotel
The only face - out of place
An empty shell

You make me nervous
Your telephone
You drive me crazy
I want to be alone

I want to be alone
Me myself no-one else
I want to be alone


(Είχα να ανεβάσω post από τα γενέθλια μου, βλέπω.

Εξαιρετικά ειρωνικό.

Από το dvd "Live in Paris",
μακράν η καλύτερη εκτέλεση
αυτού του κομματιού.)

I got you on tape - "Somersault"

and i never drank alcohol and i never got high
it was the end of a hundred years that took me by surprise
what i thought to be dangerous, on the verge of a smile
turning out to be nothing more than hiss and overdrive

and there is nothing or noone more powerful
and the light that shines upon you says the same
when i wake up i’m doing a somersault
for the ones who never dared to speak my name

i am shy and mysterious when i say my goodbyes
when i part with the ones i’ve come to love throughout my life
when the times are miracelous, when i stop to think twice
when i sleep in the bushes next to where the treasure lies

with a devil in the words that you speak to me
when there’s nothing left and we are at the end
in the heavens you laugh at me secretly
where it echoes over and over again

and there is nothing or noone more powerful
and the light that shines upon you says the same
when i wake up i’m doing a somersault
for the ones who never dared to speak my name

(Έχει έρθει η άνοιξη λένε.)

Portishead - "Machine gun" (album: "Third" - Parlophone, 2008)

I saw a saviour
a saviour come my way
I thought I'd see it
at the cold light of day
but now I realise that I’m
Only for me

if only I could see
You turn myself to me
and recognise the poison in my heart
there is no other place
no one else I face
remedy, we’ll agree, is how I feel

here in my reflecting
What more can I say?
for I am guilty
for the voice that I obey
too scared to sacrifice a choice
chosen for me

if only I could see
You turn myself to me
recognise the poison in my heart
there is no other place
no one else I face
The remedy, to agree, is how I feel

(Μινιμαλιστικές electro μαχαιριές σε ωκεανούς ανθρώπινου σπαραγμού. Με δάνειο από το theme του Terminator στο φινάλε. Ότι καλύτερο έγραψαν ποτέ. Και τι performance.)

21. Μenace Ruine “Union of irreconcilables"

Βρώμικο σαν ψοφίμι και ταυτόχρονα, απόλυτα μυστικιστικό. Με κιθάρες κουρδισμένες 300 οκτάβες κάτω, σε τέτοιο βαθμό που μόνο να πάλλονται τις φαντάζεσαι (αργά και βασανιστικά, σαφώς) - και με μια φωνή που κόβει τις όποιες συγκρίσεις με Sunn-O με το καλημέρα σας. Παγανιστική σκατίλα, πραγματικά, από τα πιο παράξενα πράγματα που έχω ακούσει εδώ και χρόνια. Διαβάζω πως αυτό που παίζουν αποκαλείται "Martial Folk". Αστείο.

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