Miércoles, 05 de Marzo de 2014

Rosa Cedrón

01 - Dervish - The Hungry Rock - [1996]  ''4-19''
02 - John Doyle - Bitter the Parting - [2005]  ''4-17''
03 - Altan - The Flower of Magherally - [1990]  ''4-21''
04 - Maddy Prior & The Girls - Meeting Point - [2005]  ''4-22''
05 - Rosa Cedrón - O Valse Da Tola - [2007]  ''3-33''

Sen falar
enténdese coa luz da lúa
e sen mirar

Sen saber,
escacha a rir como um paxaro
e sen querer
bota a xixar...

Ponte a xirar
Que non hai ninguén
ponte a xixar,
porque ninguén ve

Sabe que
ela non foi nunca coma os demáis,
e se é feliz vivindo asó
¿que máis lle dá?

O vals da tola vai soar...

Sen pensar
quedou colgada dunha estrela,
e outra vez
ponse a bailar...

Volve a bailar
porque ninguén ve;
volta a bailar,
xa non hai ninguén

Todos dín
que vive un mundo como de cristal
pero sorrí, vivindo así,
¿que máis lle da?

O vals de tola vai soar...

06 - Maddy Prior & The Carnival Band - In the Days of my Youth - [1996]  ''2-44''

In the Days of my Youth I could bill like a Dove,
In the Days of my Youth I could bill like a Dove,
Like a Sparrow at all times was ready for Love.

The Life of all Mortals in Kissing should pass,
The Life of all Mortals in Kissing should pass,
Lip to Lip when you're young -- then your Lip to the Glass.

07 - Karen Matheson - Chi Mi Bhuam - [2005]  ''4-28''
08 - Andy Irvine-Dick Gaughan - At Twenty-One - [1983]  ''4-00''
09 - Joanna Newsom - Clam, crab, Cockle, Cowrie - [2007]  ''4-02''

That means no
where I come from
I am cold, out waiting for the day to come

I chew my lips, and I scratch my nose
feels so good to be a rose

Oh don't, don't you lift me up
like I'm that shy, no no no no no,
just give it up
There are bats all dissolving in a row
into the wishy-washy dark that cannot let go
and I cannot let go
so I thank the lord
and I thank his sword
though it be mincing up the morning, slightly bored

O, morning without warning like a hole
and I watch you go
There are some mornings when the sky looks like a road
There are some dragons who were built to have and hold
And some machines are dropped from great heights lovingly
and some great bellies ache with many bumblebees
(and they sting so terribly)

I do as I please
Now I'm on my knees
Your skin is something that I stir into my tea
And I am watching you
and you are starry, starry, starry
and I'm tumbling down, and I check a frown
Well, just look around
It's why I love this town
just see me serenaded hourly! celebrated sourly!
dedicated dourly; waltzing with the open sea
Clam, crab, cockle, cowrie
will you just look at me?

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