terça-feira, abril 22

Senhoras e senhores, com vocês

Leonard Cohen & Judy Collins - "Suzanne"


Como lembrou o amigo Sancho, há memórias que são efectivamente perenes. E a memória é tudo e o passado, seja ele bom ou mau, pertence-nos. É propriedade nossa, ninguém nos tira. E Cohen... ah Cohen tem o condão de transportar-me para um passado longínquo mas feliz.

10 criaturas afundaram esta pérola:

NunoSioux disse...

Suzanne takes you down to her place newer the river

You can hear the boats go by

You can spend the night beside her

And you know that shes half crazy

But that's why you want to be there

And she feeds you tea and oranges

That come all the way from china

And just when you mean to tell her

That you have no love to give her

Then she gets you on her wavelength

And she lets the river answer

That you've always been her lover

And you want to travel with her

And you want to travel blind

And you know that she will trust you

For you've touched her perfect body with your mind.

And jesus was a sailor

When he walked upon the water

And he spent a long time watching

From his lonely wooden tower

And when he knew for certain

Only drowning men could see him

He said all men will be sailors then

Until the sea shall free them

But he himself was broken

Long before the sky would open

Forsaken, almost human

He sank beneath your wisdom like a stone

And you want to travel with him

And you want to travel blind

And you think maybe you'll trust him

For he's touched your perfect body with his mind.

Now Suzanne takes you hand

And she leads you to the river

She is wearing rags and feathers

From salvation army counters

And the sun pours down like honey

On our lady of the harbour

And she shows you where to look

Among the garbage and the flowers

There are heroes in the seaweed

There are children in the morning

They are leaning out for love

And they will lean that way forever

While suzanne holds the mirror

And you want to travel with her

And you want to travel blind

And you know that she will trust you

For she's touched your perfect body with her mind.


Lindo!!!!

Beijo!

NunoSioux disse...

Suzanne takes you down to her place newer the river

You can hear the boats go by

You can spend the night beside her

And you know that shes half crazy

But that's why you want to be there

And she feeds you tea and oranges

That come all the way from china

And just when you mean to tell her

That you have no love to give her

Then she gets you on her wavelength

And she lets the river answer

That you've always been her lover

And you want to travel with her

And you want to travel blind

And you know that she will trust you

For you've touched her perfect body with your mind.

And jesus was a sailor

When he walked upon the water

And he spent a long time watching

From his lonely wooden tower

And when he knew for certain

Only drowning men could see him

He said all men will be sailors then

Until the sea shall free them

But he himself was broken

Long before the sky would open

Forsaken, almost human

He sank beneath your wisdom like a stone

And you want to travel with him

And you want to travel blind

And you think maybe you'll trust him

For he's touched your perfect body with his mind.

Now Suzanne takes you hand

And she leads you to the river

She is wearing rags and feathers

From salvation army counters

And the sun pours down like honey

On our lady of the harbour

And she shows you where to look

Among the garbage and the flowers

There are heroes in the seaweed

There are children in the morning

They are leaning out for love

And they will lean that way forever

While suzanne holds the mirror

And you want to travel with her

And you want to travel blind

And you know that she will trust you

For she's touched your perfect body with her mind.


Lindo!!!!

Beijo!

Vieille Canaille disse...

Costumava ouvir, na minha adolescência, o álbum "Songs Of Love & Hate" do Leonard Cohen, de uma maneira muito peculiar: costumava ir para a levada dos tornos, sozinho, de auscultadores nos ouvidos, em dias cinzentos! Estava à procura do primeiro emprego, sem dinheiro... enfim, todos os ingredientes de um cenário sorumbático e depressivo. As músicas pareciam uma catarse, um apaziguar da dor ("You who wish to conquer pain, you must learn to serve me well") - ainda sinto arrepios ao escrever isto, como se todas as emoções viessem ao de cima! - ou um despertar para a dureza da vida. Era um aspirante a soldado no exército, e estava acagaçado com a ideia de ser obrigado a ir para a tropa ("And though I wear a uniform, I was not born to fight") e não sabia sequer por onde começar a procurar um emprego ("You can still find a job, go out and talk to a friend. On the back of every magazine
there are those coupons you can send.") e este álbum foi, de facto, uma salvação, um manual de sobrevivência! Marcou-me imenso para toda a vida! Oiço sempre Leonard Cohen com uma admiração e um prazer inexprimíveis!

Rute disse...

Não é dos músicos que mais gosto. Mas esta música é de facto linda!

Su disse...

bela escolha:)

jocas maradas de sons

Sancho Gomes disse...

Companheira, no teu caso, Cohen traz memórias passadas. Ainda bem, é bom recordar. Mas Cohen merece também ser ouvido apenas porque sim. Por isso é que fiquei a chafurdar no teu charco, enquanto durou toda a música.
abraço

Sorrisos em Alta disse...

Um grande Homem e uma das melhores músicas dele.

Irritante isso de uma "gaja" com espírito crítico e que ainda por cima tem bom gosto!!!
;o)

Zb disse...

gosto muito.
um gajo até fica calmo e serenado depois de ouvir este maravilhoso amigo.
beijos e abraços

lampâda mervelha disse...

Passado longínquo... hmmmm, curioso.

blueminerva disse...

Não cansa ouvir Cohen.

Um arquipélago de abraços