vendredi 17 juillet 2009

Mi tío lo pinta todo

Manías tiene tol mundo. La manía de mi tío es una metamanía y consiste en repertoriar manías. Esa mujer seca minuciosamente las gotas que deja en el baño después de ducharse. Su vecino se lleva constantemente la mano al iphone. Para no hablar de la manía del tío de mi tío, el tío Eustaquio, que lo pinta todo, lo pinta todo, lo pinta todo y lo vuelve a pintar.

Mon oncle a tout repeint

Si tu vas chez mon oncle Eustache
Près des abattoirs de Bezons
Je te préviens pour que tu saches
Tout est changé dans la maison.

Mon oncle a tout repeint, tout repeint
Le buffet en pich pin, la cabane a lapin
Mon oncle a tout repeint, tout repeint
Les meubles en rotin, la huche à pain
Et la grande armoire en sapin.

Un jour les voisins du village
L’ont invité pour déjeuner
Mon oncle se mit à l’ouvrage
Dès qu’ils eurent le dos tourné.

En arrivant à la caserne
Pour y faire ses dix-huit mois
Mon oncle a dit au capitaine
Vous allez voir, comptez sur moi.

Hélas sa manie imbécile
Ne lui réussit pas du tout
On dû le conduire à l’asile
Mais dès qu’il fut avec les fous…

Posté par Josepepe à 11:27 - Commentaires [0] - Permalien [#]
Tags :


samedi 20 juin 2009

Cántito

De aquello simple
Asaz prosaico
De emocionarse
Nace esta risa
De lo recóndito
De mi ventrículo.

Es un asunto
A todas luces
Conmocionante
Quitar el vaho
De aquestos vidrios
Y en pleno invierno
Tener verano.

Subir los párpados
Y descubrirte
Mover las piernas
Y dar un paso
Con la bocina
De las mandíbulas
Cantarte un rato.

Y despertarse
E ir a dormirse
Regocijado.

Es el estado
Menos pensado
Amarte tanto.

Posté par Josepepe à 10:28 - Commentaires [8] - Permalien [#]
Tags : ,

lundi 8 juin 2009

El dulce de leche

Ésta la cantamos con Daniel. En la parte que dice 'l’odeur de l’orchidée', decimos 'l'odeur du copihué' (que no huele, que no huele). Y, en el remate, cuando dice: 'el dulce de leche', nosotros cantamos, por cierto: '¡el manjar!, ¡el manjar!'.

Posté par Josepepe à 17:36 - Commentaires [2] - Permalien [#]
Tags :

vendredi 5 juin 2009

O Superman

O Superman. O judge. O Mom and Dad. Mom and Dad.
O Superman. O judge. O Mom and Dad. Mom and Dad.
Hi. I'm not home right now. But if you want to leave a message, just start talking at the sound of the tone.
Hello? This is your Mother. Are you there? Are you coming home?

Hello? Is anybody home? Well, you don't know me, but I know you. And I've got a message to give to you. Here come the planes.

So you better get ready. Ready to go. You can come as you are, but pay as you go. Pay as you go.

And I said: OK. Who is this really?

And the voice said: This is the hand, the hand that takes. This is the hand, the hand that takes. This is the hand, the hand that takes. Here come the planes. They're American planes. Made in America. Smoking or non-smoking?

And the voice said: Neither snow nor rain nor gloom of night shall stay these couriers from the swift completion of their appointed rounds.

Because when love is gone, there's always justice.
And when justice is gone, there's always force.
And when force is gone, there's always Mom. Hi Mom!

So hold me, Mom, in your long arms. So hold me, Mom, in your long arms. In your automatic arms. Your electronic arms. In your arms. So hold me, Mom, in your long arms. Your petrochemical arms. Your military arms. In your electronic arms.

Laurie Anderson, 1981

Posté par Josepepe à 11:29 - Commentaires [0] - Permalien [#]
Tags : ,

vendredi 1 mai 2009

L'Internationale >

Posté par Josepepe à 20:32 - Commentaires [5] - Permalien [#]
Tags :


dimanche 12 avril 2009

Pelea de gatos

Dice la patrona que cuando voy por aquí cantando a Radiohead los gatos de la vecina se echan a pelear.

Posté par Josepepe à 13:05 - Commentaires [0] - Permalien [#]
Tags : ,

vendredi 10 avril 2009

We're accidents waiting to happen

El hombre de Caos calmo, mientras espera, escucha esta canción de Radiohead:

THERE THERE

In pitch dark I go walking in your landscape
Broken branches trip me as I speak
Just because you feel it doesn’t mean it’s there.

There's always a siren singing you to shipwreck
(Don't reach out, don't reach out)
Steer away from these rocks we'd be a walking disaster
(Don't reach out, don't reach out)
Just because you feel it doesn't mean it's there
(There’s someone on your shoulder)
Just because you feel it doesn't mean it’s there
(There’s someone on your shoulder).

Why so green and lonely heaven sent you to me?

We're accidents waiting to happen.

Posté par Josepepe à 22:10 - Commentaires [0] - Permalien [#]
Tags : , ,

dimanche 8 mars 2009

Ticky tacky ticky

Moon in June >
Robert Wyatt

On a dilemma between what I need and what I just want
Between your thighs I feel a sensation
How long can I resist the temptation ?
I've got my bird, you've got your man
So who else do we need, really ?

Now I'm here, I may as well put my other hand in yours
While we decide how far to go and if we've got time to do it now
And if it's half as good for you as it is for me
Then you won't mind if we lie down for a while, just for a while
Till all the thing I want is need
Till all the thing I want is need.

I want you more than ever now
We're on the floor, and you want more, and I feel almost sure
That cause now we've agreed, that we got what we need
Then all the thing us needs is wanting.

I realized when I saw you last
We've been together now and then
From time to time - just here and there
Now I know how it feels from my hair to my heels
To have you on the horns of my dilemma.

Oh ! Wait a minute !

Over / Up / Over / Up / Down !
Down / Over / Up / Over / Up !

Living can be lovely here in New York State
Ah, but I wish that I were home
And I wish I were home again / back home again, home again
There are places and people that I'm so glad to have seen
Ah, but I miss the trees, and I wish that I were home again
Back home again.

The sun shines here all summer
It's nice because you can get quite brown
Ah, but I miss the rain / ticky tacky ticky
And I wish that I were home again / home again, home again
Living is easy here in New York State
Ah, but I wish that I were home again.

Just before we go on to the next part of our song
Let's all make sure we've got the time
Music-making still performs the normal functions
Background noise for people scheming, seducing, revolting and teaching
That's all right by me, don't think that I'm complaining
After all, it's only leisure time, isn't it ?

Now I love your eyes, see how the time flies
She's learning to hate, but it's just too late for me
It was the same with her love
It just wasn't enough for me
But before this feeling dies
Remember how distance can tell lies !

You can almost see her eyes, is it me she despises or you ?
You're awfully nice to me and I'm sure you can see what her game is
She sees you in her place, just as if it's a race
And you're winning, and you're winning
She just can't undertsand that for me everything's just beginning
Until I get more homesick
So before this feeling dies, remember how distance tells us lies.

Singing a song in the morning
Singing it again at night
Don't really know what I'm singing about
But it makes me feel all right.

Posté par Josepepe à 16:55 - - Commentaires [0] - Permalien [#]
Tags : ,