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...
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