ah os líderes do mundo livre e tal...

 

...e, muito tempo depois, o regresso dos meus queridos elbow

o meu problema é...

:: o regresso do cotovelo ::

pus-me a recordar velhos discos dos elbow, 

dei com isto e agora não me sai da cabeça...

[saudades dos elbow...]

i just don't trust the sun to rise

when i can't see your eyes

(you're my reason for breathing)...

já aqui falara disto. e em verdade, em verdade vos digo: 
o último álbum dos elbow é, até agora, o melhor de 2017.

Across the city there’s a golden chill

A rare holding still

As if somebody’s gonna sing

A dip in tempo for the castanet shoes

No blues and twos

As if somebody’s gonna sing

And in the moment hanging on to you

We’re a bundle of clothes and shoes

Whatever we could find

You are the reason for this missing beat

On the streets that I love

And in me

Now I’m here at your side

We try to rhyme our stride

And head for supplies

Way down inside me was a pilot light

That good friends tended and fed with tiny kindnesses

And there was comfort in a stranger’s bed from time to time

It has to be said it just reminded us

The brief ignition of a hopeful flame but there and then gone

It wasn’t the same and then a rostrum struck

The way you read me like you wrote this book

And chapters along it’s still in your eyes

Now I’m here at your side

As though

The street

That meets our feet

Might know

We try to rhyme our stride

And head for supplies

Across the city there’s a golden chill

A rare holding still

As if somebody’s gonna sing

A dip in tempo for the castanet shoes

No blues and twos

As if somebody’s gonna sing

We glide we spin

You end and I begin

I made this mess for you

To sift through for all time

You’re glowing from within

Beneath an autumn sky

We find our rhyming stride

And head for supplies

ah a suave tempestade do maravilhoso regresso dos cotovelo

i will fly swift and true straight to you, like an arrow


just to be where you lie


meet my quest, do my shambling best to be near you


where you lie 
i've found peace

in your arms



gentle storm


rage my way


fall in love with me


everyday


counting down, now the clocks reset when i met you


do we start a new life?


yours and my spit-shone restless hearts, they were meant to


beat one time, share one fate


from this day



gentle storm


rage away
 and

fall in love with me


everyday

[resolução de ano novo: não voltar a pintar no mural canções dos elbow]

I live and die by the hot and cold in strangers’ eyes

But danger lies behind the tape across my door

I know a place where angels lace the lemonade

And I cannot stay where all the broken plans were made

Broken devotion

Can I jump in the gun

And fly over the ocean

Can I jump in the gun

And string up a net across Lafayette

And sing of my deeds while I’m gone

And I'll spin some lies to tell you upon

My return from the ends of the earth

She and I would death defy and promenade

She and I were profligate as de rigueur

She and I were for a Burton Taylor made

She and I won't find another me and her

My sunflower

My ringpip

Oh love like a sundown harbour

Oh love like a falling bomb

Oh my love

Give her wings and armor
Oh my love
Gotta be long gone

chega ao fim mais um ano e também eu estou a ficar sem milagres. amanhã assistirei ao nascer do sol sentado no banco solitário com os meus capitães tristes: a escrita, a leitura, a música, borges, pessoa, bach, davis, os que escolhi para ter a certeza de que se passamos por este caminho apenas uma vez, então foi um desperdício de tempo mais-que-perfeito.

I'm running out of miracles Oh my soul

And the streets are lined with one-man shows Oh my soul

The corner boys were moved along Oh my soul

We're plummeting like crippled crows Oh my soul

Oh, long before you and I were born

Others beat these benches with their empty cups

To the night and the stars

To be here, and now, and who we are

Another sunrise with my sad captains

With who I choose to lose my mind

And if it's all we only pass this way but once

What a perfect waste of time

The BMX apothecary Oh my soul

The architect of infamy Oh my soul

For each and every train we missed Oh my soul

A bitter little Eucharist

What a perfect waste of time

gosto imenso desta letra sobre um apaixonado, que tem uma audiência com o papa e vai salvar o mundo às oito horas mas que se ela precisar dele toda a gente vai ter de esperar. e esta foi a primeira canção que ouvi dos elbow, em casa de amigos. lembro-me de comentar que havia no seu ritmo algo de tango e de ter ficado toda a gente a olhar para mim durante um momento, como se tivesse sido uma grande revelação.

Sweet Jesus, I'm on fire

She has the sweetest, darkest side

And when it comes into her eyes

I know iron and steel couldn't hold me

Good God, I'm easy bruised

But so often a moth to her flame

And the things that she's asked me to do

Would see a senior saint forgetting his name

I have an audience with the Pope

And I'm saving the world at eight

But if she says she needs me,

Everybody's going to have to wait, ah, ah

Where could she be?

Was that a minute or an hour?

Where could she be?

She turns the hours into days

Kill the phone, cover the cage

And wait for the doorbell to ring

Where could she be?

No, she won't come running

Where could she be?

The world is turning at her pace

Gonna kill the phone, cover the cage

And wait for the doorbell to ring

I have an audience with the pope

And I'm saving the world at eight

But if she says she needs me,

Everybody is going to have to wait

e hoje regressei aos elbow e recordei esta canção. adoro o videoclip, onde se conta parte da vida de dennis e lois numa manhã em nova-iorque, uma grande história de amor com uma boa banda sonora.

The first to pour a simple truth in words

Binds the world in a feeling all familiar


'Cause everybody owns the great ideas


And it feels like there's a big one round the corner

A tenner, up and out into New York


Somewhere in all that talk is all the answers


And oh, my giddy aunt, New York can talk


It's the modern road where folk are nice to Yoko

Every bone of rivet steel, each corner stone an anchor


Jenga jutts and rusty water tower, pillar-posted sign


Every painted lining battered, like a building in this town


Sings a life of proud endeavor and the best that man can be

Me, I see a city and I hear a million voices


Planning, drilling, welding, carrying their fingers to the nub


Reaching down into the ground, stretching up into the sky


Why? Because they can, they did and do so you and I could live together

Oh my God, New York can talk


Somewhere in all that talk is all the answers


Everybody owns the great ideas


And it feels like there's a big one round the corner

The desire to part sure symphony


The desire like a distant storm


For love, be good for me


And it feels like there's a big one round the corner

The way the day begins 
decides the shade of everything


But the way it ends depends on if you're home


For every soul, a pillow at a window, please


In a modern road, where folk are nice to Yoko

nunca aqui falei deles, mas são uma daquelas bandas que ficam para sempre em nós. desde a escolha do nome (baseado numa frase de um personagem da série televisiva "the singing detective", que dizia ser 'elbow' a palavra mais bonita de toda a língua inglesa) até às canções, tudo neles é cool e mais-que-perfeito. 
há uma fotografia dela que me deixa sem palavras. se as tivesse, começava por 'bright girl, dead town'…

All clear good Lord

Did well to be ignored

Your falling temperature like cooling kisses

All through your head

A made-up water’s edge

A summer gone on tabling fabled blisses

I’d love to see you waving

From the far side of the swim

Gathered in by a waiting troop of the open-hearted

Where colour field meets canvas

And the picture breathes you in

Where all the stories meant for you have already started

Bright girl, dead town

Walking tall but blown around

The secret chainmail gown of your father’s blessing

Bright girl, dead town

Open mouths for miles around

I still see you keeping those dough boys guessing