Song: L'home que treballa fent de gos
Artist: Els Amics de les Arts
Album: Bed & Breakfast (2009)
"The Man Who Works Dressing Up As a Dog"
The man who works dressing up as a dog at children's parties
dusts off his costume.
He gets into a run-down Seat Panda (that barely started up today)
and never can get past fourth gear.
Today he's been hired by a well-to-do family from the city
who live uptown.
He stops and gets ten euros' worth of gas (he doesn't have money for more)
and glances at the magazines.
The man who works dressing up as a dog at children's parties
And after all the time he's spent working disguised as a dog he still gets nervous
he rings the doorbell and waits for a response.
He bursts into the party with a cake singing "Cumpleaños Feliz!"
and just barely manages not to fall.
He makes figures with colored balloons and a lightsaber from Star Wars
and a bear, flowers, and a dinosaur.
The man who works dressing up as a dog at children's parties
signals the mistress of the house,
who invites him to have a cup of coffee while she signs the receipt
they can't find a conversation topic.
She takes him by the hand and leads him to the ironing room,
he hears the children from afar.
They make love like animals between shirts and jogging suits,
socks, kisses, and jackets.
The man who works dressing up as a dog exits as if he were famous,
as he sees the father arrive.
The man who works dressing up as a dog makes them all happy:
ten kids and a mother.
The man who works dressing up as a dog doesn't know what the heck is wrong with him,
He turns his eyes to the rear-view mirror, the woman is hugging that gentleman,
And at love he's no good at all.
Saturday, October 22, 2011
Friday, October 21, 2011
"Bigoti Vermell" - Anna Roig i l'Ombre de Ton Chien
Song: Bigoti vermell
Written by: Anna Roig
Artist: Anna Roig i l'Ombre de Ton Chien
Album: Bigoti Vermell (2011)
"Red Mustache"
I'll draw you a mustache in red pen
on that photo we took in Paris.
I'll draw you a mustache in red pen
on that photo that I can't stand.
And I'll draw myself curly hair, quite long
To transform into fun those moments that weren't.
I'll draw you a mustache in red pen
on that photo we took in Paris.
I'll draw you a mustache in red pen
on that photo that I can't stand.
Since I can't really draw it on you, quite long.
To see a strand of fun in you, who aren't and never were fun.
I'll draw you a mustache in red pen
on that photo we took in Paris.
I'll draw you a mustache in red pen
on that photo that I can't stand.
And I'll imagine that the wasn't so long,
And I'll imagine that it was so nice that I'd even do it again.
I'll draw you a mustache in red pen
on that photo we took in Paris.
I'll draw you a mustache in red pen
on that photo that I can't stand.
And I'll draw you a wart and dripping snot, quite long,
To transform into fun that which wasn't.
To transform into fun that which I remember being long and miserable,
So long, so miserable,
But which, in fact....so wasn't.
Written by: Anna Roig
Artist: Anna Roig i l'Ombre de Ton Chien
Album: Bigoti Vermell (2011)
"Red Mustache"
I'll draw you a mustache in red pen
on that photo we took in Paris.
I'll draw you a mustache in red pen
on that photo that I can't stand.
And I'll draw myself curly hair, quite long
To transform into fun those moments that weren't.
I'll draw you a mustache in red pen
on that photo we took in Paris.
I'll draw you a mustache in red pen
on that photo that I can't stand.
Since I can't really draw it on you, quite long.
To see a strand of fun in you, who aren't and never were fun.
I'll draw you a mustache in red pen
on that photo we took in Paris.
I'll draw you a mustache in red pen
on that photo that I can't stand.
And I'll imagine that the wasn't so long,
And I'll imagine that it was so nice that I'd even do it again.
I'll draw you a mustache in red pen
on that photo we took in Paris.
I'll draw you a mustache in red pen
on that photo that I can't stand.
And I'll draw you a wart and dripping snot, quite long,
To transform into fun that which wasn't.
To transform into fun that which I remember being long and miserable,
So long, so miserable,
But which, in fact....so wasn't.
"Temps o rellotge" - Sanjosex
Song: Temps o rellotge
Written by: Carles Sanjosé
Artist: Sanjosex
Album: Temps i rellotge (2007)
Like a knife that cuts an entire day into little pieces,
as if time could be divided like it didn't mean a thing,
it's like saying that time is a clock.
For too long now we've let ourselves be carried away by this overwhelming rhythm,
Rhythm that is neither life nor present nor future,
There is a noise living amongst us.
We quit playing a while ago,
and we forgot about all those shortcuts
that lead to a place where there is no hurry.
The rhythm we impose upon ourselves is the rhythm that makes us live lost!
Without words.
We have to find time to be
Together much more time,
Without counting
The hours that have passed,
Lost in embraces
You have to control your cursed maternal instincts,
they are destroying your relationship,
at least do it for this.
The agenda that helps us is who gives us the measure of time,
We have to find moments to let our minds escape,
places without coverage.
It's been a while since we forgot the way
that leads to that paradise where children are children,
and grown-ups have to be reborn
The rythm we impose upon ourselves is the rhythm that makes us live lost!
Mute!
Without hope!
We have to find time to be
Together much more time,
Without counting
The hours that have passed,
Lost in embraces
Written by: Carles Sanjosé
Artist: Sanjosex
Album: Temps i rellotge (2007)
Like a knife that cuts an entire day into little pieces,
as if time could be divided like it didn't mean a thing,
it's like saying that time is a clock.
For too long now we've let ourselves be carried away by this overwhelming rhythm,
Rhythm that is neither life nor present nor future,
There is a noise living amongst us.
We quit playing a while ago,
and we forgot about all those shortcuts
that lead to a place where there is no hurry.
The rhythm we impose upon ourselves is the rhythm that makes us live lost!
Without words.
We have to find time to be
Together much more time,
Without counting
The hours that have passed,
Lost in embraces
You have to control your cursed maternal instincts,
they are destroying your relationship,
at least do it for this.
The agenda that helps us is who gives us the measure of time,
We have to find moments to let our minds escape,
places without coverage.
It's been a while since we forgot the way
that leads to that paradise where children are children,
and grown-ups have to be reborn
The rythm we impose upon ourselves is the rhythm that makes us live lost!
Mute!
Without hope!
We have to find time to be
Together much more time,
Without counting
The hours that have passed,
Lost in embraces
Thursday, October 20, 2011
"Arbres per na Cati" - Anegats
Song: Arbres per na Cati
Artist: Anegats
Album: Mons diferents (2005)
"Trees for Cati"
Anonymous in the big city, I am writing a poem.
My sister is getting married and I want to give her a present.
Maybe a melody that lasts forever,
That reminds her that, in every moment of weakness,
I will recite for her, if she wants, Lo Pi de Formentor*
And I will animate if she falls: "Go on! Be strong!"
Sail, ship made of love and youthful hopes.
If bad swell and arguments blow to a bad port,
I'll send you, if you want, a branch of the almond tree,
so that you make a white flag from the flowers.
You will sail far ahead of me, and you two will hide from me
the seaweed that both of you will pull up if you have anchored
Chain that threads itself through where it is best to float,
Chain that leads me to the anchor of missing.
I will sing to you, if necessary, glosses from a time gone by
So that from the grunting trunk the olive tree rebels
and if the day has no sun, orange leaves,
so that they warm the craddle of true love.
*1875 poem by the Mallorcan poet Miquel Costa i Llobera
Listen to excerpt (amazon.com)
Artist: Anegats
Album: Mons diferents (2005)
"Trees for Cati"
Anonymous in the big city, I am writing a poem.
My sister is getting married and I want to give her a present.
Maybe a melody that lasts forever,
That reminds her that, in every moment of weakness,
I will recite for her, if she wants, Lo Pi de Formentor*
And I will animate if she falls: "Go on! Be strong!"
Sail, ship made of love and youthful hopes.
If bad swell and arguments blow to a bad port,
I'll send you, if you want, a branch of the almond tree,
so that you make a white flag from the flowers.
You will sail far ahead of me, and you two will hide from me
the seaweed that both of you will pull up if you have anchored
Chain that threads itself through where it is best to float,
Chain that leads me to the anchor of missing.
I will sing to you, if necessary, glosses from a time gone by
So that from the grunting trunk the olive tree rebels
and if the day has no sun, orange leaves,
so that they warm the craddle of true love.
*1875 poem by the Mallorcan poet Miquel Costa i Llobera
Listen to excerpt (amazon.com)
"Tots es motors" - Antònia Font
Song: Tots es motors
Written by: Joan Miquel Oliver
Artist: Antònia Font
Album: A Rússia (2001)
"All of the Motors"
I still don't believe it
and already I am becoming, once again,
a satellite that circles in a straight line.
You've made yourself disappear
and I have lost the curve
and the anesthesia, and I have cried.
I need a centre of gravity,
I need an atlas of spirals
That leads me to know and to close
an audio library of headphones.
And may all of the motors of impossible aviators sound,
may they lead you to confirm
that your dreams are African.
We loved each other,
we mutually destroyed each other's lives,
we finished each another, we kept each other company,
we almost always dedicated our days to one another,
we "sexuized" each other, we "gastronomied" each other.
May the sprinklers turn on,
may they water all the quinces for us,
I don't know if they need to be watered,
because I am more of the sea.
We loved each other,
we mutually destroyed each other's lives,
we finished each another, we kept each other company,
we almost always dedicated our days to one another,
we "sexuized" each other, we "gastronomied" each other.
Written by: Joan Miquel Oliver
Artist: Antònia Font
Album: A Rússia (2001)
"All of the Motors"
I still don't believe it
and already I am becoming, once again,
a satellite that circles in a straight line.
You've made yourself disappear
and I have lost the curve
and the anesthesia, and I have cried.
I need a centre of gravity,
I need an atlas of spirals
That leads me to know and to close
an audio library of headphones.
And may all of the motors of impossible aviators sound,
may they lead you to confirm
that your dreams are African.
We loved each other,
we mutually destroyed each other's lives,
we finished each another, we kept each other company,
we almost always dedicated our days to one another,
we "sexuized" each other, we "gastronomied" each other.
May the sprinklers turn on,
may they water all the quinces for us,
I don't know if they need to be watered,
because I am more of the sea.
We loved each other,
we mutually destroyed each other's lives,
we finished each another, we kept each other company,
we almost always dedicated our days to one another,
we "sexuized" each other, we "gastronomied" each other.
Wednesday, October 19, 2011
"Irreals" - Anegats
Song: Irreals
Artist: Anegats
Album: Mons diferents (2005)
"Unreal"
Unreal like a dream are the prints that you left in my heart
And the theft of the morning that you left, I want to melt,
I want to grind the memory to powder,
because this taste you've left me is so sour.
Oh! Mother, mother, sweet mother, advise me. No! No! No!
Why does this happen to me? Why does resentment win over me?
Hate and love join hands
You've stolen my life and I...I don't want to live on deceptions.
And this is because a grey veil prevents me from seeing that star that wants to wane
And I want to sing "Coses d'ahir"* to you, to be more certain
that, to me, you are like a lighthouse that guides a lost sailor on the blue sea,
blue and green like your eyes. No! No! No!
Why does this happen to me? Why does resentment win over me?
Hate and love join hands...
You've stolen my life and I...don't want to live on deceptions
I don't want to live on deceptions
No! Those little eyes, so tiny,
They're looking at me...and they're killing me.
From the East your perfume reaches me
Anachronistic loves, they were sweet, magical, but...unnatural.
Those were a few days that go on for an eternity
And what could have been? Shit, don't think about this anymore,
look, you've got the brightest star in the sky.
Why does this happen to me? Why does resentment win over me?
Hate and love join hands...
You've stolen my life and I...I don't want to live on deceptions
I don't want to live on deceptions,
I don't want to live on deceptions...
*Song by the same group from the 2004 album "Illenc"
Artist: Anegats
Album: Mons diferents (2005)
"Unreal"
Unreal like a dream are the prints that you left in my heart
And the theft of the morning that you left, I want to melt,
I want to grind the memory to powder,
because this taste you've left me is so sour.
Oh! Mother, mother, sweet mother, advise me. No! No! No!
Why does this happen to me? Why does resentment win over me?
Hate and love join hands
You've stolen my life and I...I don't want to live on deceptions.
And this is because a grey veil prevents me from seeing that star that wants to wane
And I want to sing "Coses d'ahir"* to you, to be more certain
that, to me, you are like a lighthouse that guides a lost sailor on the blue sea,
blue and green like your eyes. No! No! No!
Why does this happen to me? Why does resentment win over me?
Hate and love join hands...
You've stolen my life and I...don't want to live on deceptions
I don't want to live on deceptions
No! Those little eyes, so tiny,
They're looking at me...and they're killing me.
From the East your perfume reaches me
Anachronistic loves, they were sweet, magical, but...unnatural.
Those were a few days that go on for an eternity
And what could have been? Shit, don't think about this anymore,
look, you've got the brightest star in the sky.
Why does this happen to me? Why does resentment win over me?
Hate and love join hands...
You've stolen my life and I...I don't want to live on deceptions
I don't want to live on deceptions,
I don't want to live on deceptions...
*Song by the same group from the 2004 album "Illenc"
"Un tros de fang" - Mishima
Song: Un tros de fang
Written by: David Carabén
Artist: Mishima
Album: Set tota la vida (2007)
"A Bit of Clay"
You don't know how you make me feel,
like a puppet outside the box,
so little, insignificant.
In your hands, a bit of clay.
You don't know how you make me feel ,
like an idiot, who counts the time lost
between a we'll see each other soon and a today I can't.
You don't know how to recognize in me
what I've got in gold, it seems like a tin can to you,
I wrinkle and I'm oxidizing
What I find sweet sours you
and to draw out the foolishness that was burning us
I want to be drowning.
You don't know how you make me feel,
You don't know how you make me feel,
You don't know how you make me feel...
Written by: David Carabén
Artist: Mishima
Album: Set tota la vida (2007)
"A Bit of Clay"
You don't know how you make me feel,
like a puppet outside the box,
so little, insignificant.
In your hands, a bit of clay.
You don't know how you make me feel ,
like an idiot, who counts the time lost
between a we'll see each other soon and a today I can't.
You don't know how to recognize in me
what I've got in gold, it seems like a tin can to you,
I wrinkle and I'm oxidizing
What I find sweet sours you
and to draw out the foolishness that was burning us
I want to be drowning.
You don't know how you make me feel,
You don't know how you make me feel,
You don't know how you make me feel...
Monday, September 26, 2011
"L'home número 12" - Mazoni
Song: L'home número 12
Written by: Jaume Pla
Artist: Mazoni
Album: Fins que la mort ens separi (2011)
"Man number 12"
Man number 12 has decided to end his life
He gets in his car to take it to a railway track.
It's a beautiful day but he doesn't notice
He's got more important things to think about
As the last soldier of common sense falls
Man number 12 gets on the highway going south
The sound of the radio accompanies him during the news
He doesn't care about the contents, just the sound and the voice
He believes in more important things that no one believes
As the last soldier of common sense falls
Man number 13 sings along to Mishima
And the singer distracts him and he gets on the highway going the wrong way
The horns play contemporary symphonies
And the voice of David [Carabén, vocalist of Mishima] takes on a different color
Man number 12 sees him coming and can't believe it
At the last minute he avoids him when the crash seems inevitable
His legs are shaking and and his heart is going faster than the car
He lets go all the insults he's got
A suicide cursing a false suicide
Despite everything, two hours later, number 12 lays down on the tracks
The desire to kill himself and the survival instinct are compatible
And number 13 blesses his good luck
And a few years from now won't remember that he came close to dying
Oh lai la, that's how it goes!
Written by: Jaume Pla
Artist: Mazoni
Album: Fins que la mort ens separi (2011)
"Man number 12"
Man number 12 has decided to end his life
He gets in his car to take it to a railway track.
It's a beautiful day but he doesn't notice
He's got more important things to think about
As the last soldier of common sense falls
Man number 12 gets on the highway going south
The sound of the radio accompanies him during the news
He doesn't care about the contents, just the sound and the voice
He believes in more important things that no one believes
As the last soldier of common sense falls
Man number 13 sings along to Mishima
And the singer distracts him and he gets on the highway going the wrong way
The horns play contemporary symphonies
And the voice of David [Carabén, vocalist of Mishima] takes on a different color
Man number 12 sees him coming and can't believe it
At the last minute he avoids him when the crash seems inevitable
His legs are shaking and and his heart is going faster than the car
He lets go all the insults he's got
A suicide cursing a false suicide
Despite everything, two hours later, number 12 lays down on the tracks
The desire to kill himself and the survival instinct are compatible
And number 13 blesses his good luck
And a few years from now won't remember that he came close to dying
Oh lai la, that's how it goes!
"Icebergs i guèisers" - Antònia Font
Song: Icebergs i guèisers
Written by: Joan Miquel Oliver
Artist: Antònia Font
Album: Lamparetes (2011)
Note: This song presents some translation ambiguities. I have translated "jo l'enyor" as "I miss her" on the basis of an interview in the July 2011 Enderrock in which the songwriter states that he imagines the character in the song as having a woman waiting for him in another country.
"Icebergs and geysers"
Written by: Joan Miquel Oliver
Artist: Antònia Font
Album: Lamparetes (2011)
Note: This song presents some translation ambiguities. I have translated "jo l'enyor" as "I miss her" on the basis of an interview in the July 2011 Enderrock in which the songwriter states that he imagines the character in the song as having a woman waiting for him in another country.
"Icebergs and geysers"
I miss her like centuries of solitary glaciers
sinking millimeters into the ocean (icebergs),
long before human beings inhabited the earth,
there was no one to look at them, just crustaceans and seaweed (icebergs).
I miss her like the Titanic, as if they'd cut off my balls,
a thousand stampeding elephants that take away my life.
I'm before the gates of hell,
I don't care about the infinite sea navigating in the dark,
I'm at the gates of hell for you and I have plans for the future.
I miss her like centuries of solitary glaciers
sinking millimeters into the ocean (geysers),
a piano falling from the Empire State (Building),
it was dumb and blonde, according to the boy, the toy.
I'm before the gates of hell,
petroleum platforms with enormous diameters,
I'm at the gates of hell for you and I have plans for the future.
I'm before the gates of hell,
surrounded by flames rising high in the shadows,
I'm at the gates of hell for you and I have plans for the future.
Thursday, September 22, 2011
"Jean-Luc" - Els Amics de les Arts
Song: Jean-Luc
Artist: Els Amics de les Arts
Album: Bed & Breakfast (2009)
We saw each other one summer night during a special series
of French cinema outdoors
My plan was to return home early but finally
everything drew out
and the two of us decided to go out for some fun.
It got late on us.
She said: "Don't get your car, if you want you can stay over.
In my apartment I've got a room just for guests.
I'm leaving a bedspread for you
Not for now, but later it gets really cold, you'll see.
If you're hungry or want water, help yourself,
You can do as if you were at home."
The way in which she said goodnight and winked was
easy to misinterpret.
I predicted a night for the ages,
climb a peak, do 8.000 metres,
do something difficult to equal.
But nothing was happening there,
just that silence
broken by my bed base.
Maybe I wasn't her type,
it was best not to do anything.
And on a far wall,
printed in black and white,
there was a poster of Godard.
Maybe he'd tell me,
because my head was spinning.
Oh Jean-Luc, oh Jean-Luc
I want to understand, but I can't.
He said that in cases like this one
it wasn't about being better-looking or uglier,
but rather having to conviction to do it.
I told him, "Yeah, but if I go there and she doesn't want to, then what? Then everything ends up a being a great bore".
He invited me to smoke
and in a long-take, a masterly phrase:
"A woman is a woman,
don't worry, it doesn't matter".
In the morning we had breakfast,
I didn't even look at her and when it was time to leave
she gave me a kiss that I'm still not sure how to interpret.
Oh Jean-Luc, oh Jean-Luc, I want to understand but I can't.
Artist: Els Amics de les Arts
Album: Bed & Breakfast (2009)
We saw each other one summer night during a special series
of French cinema outdoors
My plan was to return home early but finally
everything drew out
and the two of us decided to go out for some fun.
It got late on us.
She said: "Don't get your car, if you want you can stay over.
In my apartment I've got a room just for guests.
I'm leaving a bedspread for you
Not for now, but later it gets really cold, you'll see.
If you're hungry or want water, help yourself,
You can do as if you were at home."
The way in which she said goodnight and winked was
easy to misinterpret.
I predicted a night for the ages,
climb a peak, do 8.000 metres,
do something difficult to equal.
But nothing was happening there,
just that silence
broken by my bed base.
Maybe I wasn't her type,
it was best not to do anything.
And on a far wall,
printed in black and white,
there was a poster of Godard.
Maybe he'd tell me,
because my head was spinning.
Oh Jean-Luc, oh Jean-Luc
I want to understand, but I can't.
He said that in cases like this one
it wasn't about being better-looking or uglier,
but rather having to conviction to do it.
I told him, "Yeah, but if I go there and she doesn't want to, then what? Then everything ends up a being a great bore".
He invited me to smoke
and in a long-take, a masterly phrase:
"A woman is a woman,
don't worry, it doesn't matter".
In the morning we had breakfast,
I didn't even look at her and when it was time to leave
she gave me a kiss that I'm still not sure how to interpret.
Oh Jean-Luc, oh Jean-Luc, I want to understand but I can't.
"Les meves ex i tu" - Els Amics de les Arts
Song: Les meves ex i tu
Artist: Els Amics de les Arts
Album: Bed & Breakfast (2009)
"My Exes and You"
Let me think,
how can I say this to you, let me think.
We need to talk,
let's get coffee, we need to talk.
I have to explain to you
that an American study
has found
that love only lasts so long.
And for those who likes statistics,
it says that 100% of this mysticism
ends up evaporating.
My exes and you
have so much in common
that, thinking about it frankly,
there is no difference between you,
and, thinking about it frankly,
maybe you'd all get along well,
you all provoke the same reaction in me.
Don't cry.
I'm doing it for you,
let it be clear that I'm doing it
for you.
Always for you.
Now I'll feel really crappy,
difficult days are coming,
but, well, I'll recover.
You, look for someone who understands,
I'll look for someone understandable,
and surely it won't be so bad for us.
My exes and you
have so much in common
that, thinking about it frankly,
there is no difference between you,
and, thinking about it frankly,
you all provoke the same reaction in me.
You live in lolli-land.
My exes and you,
maybe you'd all get along well,
or super well.
Artist: Els Amics de les Arts
Album: Bed & Breakfast (2009)
"My Exes and You"
Let me think,
how can I say this to you, let me think.
We need to talk,
let's get coffee, we need to talk.
I have to explain to you
that an American study
has found
that love only lasts so long.
And for those who likes statistics,
it says that 100% of this mysticism
ends up evaporating.
My exes and you
have so much in common
that, thinking about it frankly,
there is no difference between you,
and, thinking about it frankly,
maybe you'd all get along well,
you all provoke the same reaction in me.
Don't cry.
I'm doing it for you,
let it be clear that I'm doing it
for you.
Always for you.
Now I'll feel really crappy,
difficult days are coming,
but, well, I'll recover.
You, look for someone who understands,
I'll look for someone understandable,
and surely it won't be so bad for us.
My exes and you
have so much in common
that, thinking about it frankly,
there is no difference between you,
and, thinking about it frankly,
you all provoke the same reaction in me.
You live in lolli-land.
My exes and you,
maybe you'd all get along well,
or super well.
"Wa yeah!" - Antònia Font
Song: Wa yeah!
Written by: Joan Miquel Oliver
Artist: Antònia Font
Album: Batiscafo Katiuscas (2006)
I sing the the moon and the star
the jungle and the lively forest
the train, the boat, the small plane
and your submarine parked here
I sing the coffee and the biscuit when you say "you could be mine"
how sexy, how sweet, and how cold, oh yeah!
the zebra that goes through a stoplight
and how to dismantle a bidet
cosmetics and Margaret Astor
I already know how to spell "Juliette"!
I sing the rose and the cactus
and many more things, too
a pencil from IKEA, a pistachio, oh yeah!
How amusing,
the things I write when I'm bored,
for example your body,
the faded sweater,
the street white with sun,
my body on top of,
for example, your bed
of semidarkness and sheets
with the thermos broken,
for example, asleep.
I sing the the moon and the star
the jungle and the lively forest
the train, the boat, the small plane
and your submarine parked here
I sing the red fruit
and when I finish I'll laugh
toads, lilypads, princesses, oh yeah!
Written by: Joan Miquel Oliver
Artist: Antònia Font
Album: Batiscafo Katiuscas (2006)
I sing the the moon and the star
the jungle and the lively forest
the train, the boat, the small plane
and your submarine parked here
I sing the coffee and the biscuit when you say "you could be mine"
how sexy, how sweet, and how cold, oh yeah!
the zebra that goes through a stoplight
and how to dismantle a bidet
cosmetics and Margaret Astor
I already know how to spell "Juliette"!
I sing the rose and the cactus
and many more things, too
a pencil from IKEA, a pistachio, oh yeah!
How amusing,
the things I write when I'm bored,
for example your body,
the faded sweater,
the street white with sun,
my body on top of,
for example, your bed
of semidarkness and sheets
with the thermos broken,
for example, asleep.
I sing the the moon and the star
the jungle and the lively forest
the train, the boat, the small plane
and your submarine parked here
I sing the red fruit
and when I finish I'll laugh
toads, lilypads, princesses, oh yeah!
"Balearicu" - Oliva Trencada
Song title: Balearicu
Artist: Oliva Trencada
Album: La música de la calma (2007)
Note: this song refers to the football club Atlètic Balears, based in Palma. The club has never played in the first division.
You grew up in an neighborhood where the houses were made of paper. You played with the ball all day long in fields full of syringes. And you enjoyed yourself , and how you ran behind the ball!
You grew up to be a good footballer and Balears signed you at sixteen. For three years you did marvels, till one day you got them promoted to the first division. What a moment in the history of our football!
Now you've got offers from every team, many millions to play ball. And you don't want to play for a big team; you want to make your neighborhood team great. It will be an honor to make Atlètic Balears champion.
Artist: Oliva Trencada
Album: La música de la calma (2007)
Note: this song refers to the football club Atlètic Balears, based in Palma. The club has never played in the first division.
You grew up in an neighborhood where the houses were made of paper. You played with the ball all day long in fields full of syringes. And you enjoyed yourself , and how you ran behind the ball!
You grew up to be a good footballer and Balears signed you at sixteen. For three years you did marvels, till one day you got them promoted to the first division. What a moment in the history of our football!
Now you've got offers from every team, many millions to play ball. And you don't want to play for a big team; you want to make your neighborhood team great. It will be an honor to make Atlètic Balears champion.
"La cançó del soldadet" - Manel
Song title: La cançó del soldadet
Artist: Manel
Album: 10 milles per veure una bona armadura (2011)
"The Song of the Little Soldier"
Listen to the song of the little soldier who, through a bull's eye,
see swifts flying!
and it's not that he really understands much, the little soldier,
but, if swifts are flying,
it must mean that land is near.
So near that the captain comes down
and he tries not the seem nervious
as he finishes the instructions:
"Concentrate, little soldiers, be prudent
and cling to life
with tooth and nail".
Now on deck, the men pray.
Now on deck, the men pray.
And the little solider says an unconvincing "amen",
and caresses his rifle,
trying not to think about anything
From the bow the hills grow large,
"little soldier, be brave, be brave,
the luck of the world depends on people like you".
But "if an enemy bullet crosses the wind
and passes through my brain,"
the little soldier thinks,
"the waves will carry me away
and a thousand colored fish
will fight to eat my flesh".
And that's when he thinks "I'll hide myself
when they're not watching, I'll hide myself"
But they're always watching, and the boat is coming to a stop,
the hatches have been opened
and, in a second, the sea is flooded
with soldiers firing into the infinite
with a little soldier in the middle,
who loads while insulting the enemy.
And between bombs everything is going well for him,
until one falls nearby.
First he thinks, "what luck, you've…"
but then he feels a strange pain in his back
and in touching it his arm comes away covered in blood.
He turns his head from side to side.
He sits on the sand and rests.
And while the medical stretcher arrives
he calms himself repeating
what he'll do, where he'll go, if he survives:
"I'll go to visit my mother wearing my best clothes
and, first of all, I'll have to ask her
to forgive me for always treating her like this.
I'll go see Margarida and make her a child
so that, just seeing him, I'll know
that I love him more than I love myself".
Artist: Manel
Album: 10 milles per veure una bona armadura (2011)
"The Song of the Little Soldier"
Listen to the song of the little soldier who, through a bull's eye,
see swifts flying!
and it's not that he really understands much, the little soldier,
but, if swifts are flying,
it must mean that land is near.
So near that the captain comes down
and he tries not the seem nervious
as he finishes the instructions:
"Concentrate, little soldiers, be prudent
and cling to life
with tooth and nail".
Now on deck, the men pray.
Now on deck, the men pray.
And the little solider says an unconvincing "amen",
and caresses his rifle,
trying not to think about anything
From the bow the hills grow large,
"little soldier, be brave, be brave,
the luck of the world depends on people like you".
But "if an enemy bullet crosses the wind
and passes through my brain,"
the little soldier thinks,
"the waves will carry me away
and a thousand colored fish
will fight to eat my flesh".
And that's when he thinks "I'll hide myself
when they're not watching, I'll hide myself"
But they're always watching, and the boat is coming to a stop,
the hatches have been opened
and, in a second, the sea is flooded
with soldiers firing into the infinite
with a little soldier in the middle,
who loads while insulting the enemy.
And between bombs everything is going well for him,
until one falls nearby.
First he thinks, "what luck, you've…"
but then he feels a strange pain in his back
and in touching it his arm comes away covered in blood.
He turns his head from side to side.
He sits on the sand and rests.
And while the medical stretcher arrives
he calms himself repeating
what he'll do, where he'll go, if he survives:
"I'll go to visit my mother wearing my best clothes
and, first of all, I'll have to ask her
to forgive me for always treating her like this.
I'll go see Margarida and make her a child
so that, just seeing him, I'll know
that I love him more than I love myself".
"Je t'aime" - Anna Roig i l'Ombre de Ton Chien
Song title: Je t'aime
Written by: Anna Roig
Artist: Anna Roig i l'Ombre de Ton Chien
Album: Anna Roig i l'Ombre de Ton Chien (2009)
Je t'aime, I tell you in French,
if you want, you can pretend not to have understood me.
Je t'aime, I tell you, but you already know,
you know everything that goes on in my head.
Je t'aime, and I know you me,
I see it in your eyes, I save you having to say it.
Je t'aime, and this makes me happy,
knowing that what I feel for you
you feel for me too.
Je t'aime, et oui je t'aime,
et oui tu m'aimes,
il est heureux, les amoreux
pendant que tu me regardes silencieux
Written by: Anna Roig
Artist: Anna Roig i l'Ombre de Ton Chien
Album: Anna Roig i l'Ombre de Ton Chien (2009)
Je t'aime, I tell you in French,
if you want, you can pretend not to have understood me.
Je t'aime, I tell you, but you already know,
you know everything that goes on in my head.
Je t'aime, and I know you me,
I see it in your eyes, I save you having to say it.
Je t'aime, and this makes me happy,
knowing that what I feel for you
you feel for me too.
Je t'aime, et oui je t'aime,
et oui tu m'aimes,
il est heureux, les amoreux
pendant que tu me regardes silencieux
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