[ não queria que o concerto acabasse. e quando cheguei a casa ouvi isto. ]

por vezes kurt wagner sai daquela lógica mais arrumadinha do country-easylistening-pop-jazz e assume posturas mais rebeldes. e esta era das canções que gostava mesmo de ouvir no dia 14.

Brought up around bad architecture


But it never was his fault


Between anxiety and longing


Even though, even though, even though


Keeps us out of trouble


Even though, even though, even though

There's something about it alright


This is something you know about alright

Nothing, nothing, nothing adventurous please


Can you see that one coming?


A nothing adventurous please


Did you see that one, come in?


You just missed us


Stay real close


Can you see that one coming?


Stay real close


Did you see that one, come in?


You just missed us





And nothing adventurous please


Can you see that one coming?


Nothing adventurous please


Did you see that one, come in?


You just missed us


esta canção é demasiado antiga para ter esperança de a ouvir no próximo dia 14. 
mas que era uma delícia, lá isso...

OH Ohio seems like a dream to me now

News papers in an empty basket

And I know all we'll show

I wrote your name upon the paper bag

Round today, green tomorrow

Green doesn't matter

Yeah green doesn't matter

And I hear that the word is up

And a dog's gotta do what a dog's gotta do

And green doesn't matter

Yeah green just doesn't matter

When you're blue

Busting my chops

Green fields into rocks

Beyond the fruited plain

Where there grows no fruit of the game

And I've gotten your holding inside my head, inside my head

Green doesn't matter

Green doesn't matter

Yeah green doesn't matter much

Yeah green just doesn't matter much

Green doesn't matter

When you're blue

então não é que parecia mesmo que estava a adivinhar, quando escrevi isto há uns tempos?… 
pois bem, embuído de genuíno espírito de serviço público, informo toda a gente: os costeletadecarneiro estarão em lisboa no dia 14 de julho para um concerto no são jorge. é escusado estar para aqui a dizer que, a par de tom waits, bill callahan e mark kozelek, kurt wagner é um dos poucos americanos geniais, sempre em estado de graça, que vale a pena ir ouvir. quem não for, para além de se arrepender para o resto da vida, é foleiro, sem gosto nenhum, cheira mal dos pés, sofre de maleitas inconfessáveis, doenças piores que as doenças - e, claro, perde um final de concerto assim:

Here comes the cool air, the light chill of the fall

Blowing from either direction

Blowing across the yard it's crisp and it's cool

Dogs like it, as they sit around in the sun

And stubbornly i remain under a tree

The wind gusts up stronger from time to time

We're supposed to grow cold as the day wears on

I'm looking for the future, today, today, today

And at the same time i am dreading the outcome of our actions

Fall makes me feel a little sad sometimes

Whip out the sweater and the second layer and it's time for a change

And surely it's the way, Oh boy, Oh shit! (Let's record it)

A rednecks safe from a bitchy English professor

He seems unconcerned with my purity of expression

And I can see his point, which is all well and good...

Sometimes i'm not sure if i can see my...

Shake this time when it doesn't really mind

You do just fine and you wont next time

If you want it

Back to the weather, i must admit it looked pretty nice

Why are my legs shaking

Why are there still mosquitoes

Shouldn't they be in bed and dead by now

I guess i should give it, give it a little more time

Give it, give it, a little more time

e, do album is a woman, outro nocturno mais-que-perfeito de kurt wagner…

 

Last thought that you think today


Has already happened


The link between profound and pain


Covers you like Sherwin Williams

Smokey Joe is broken


Drops into your lap


And the big red wasp


Makes a scan through my black pages

Last night, our boy was out there


Burning up his matches


Saw him in the afternoon


Sporting a black eye

The universal man


With a pistol or a bottle


Types with confidence


As we grow out of our bruises

Once I had a friend


Who had the knack of tossing


His mind around geography


Boy, you think, you have problems

The hunter is asleep


At least that's what I call him


In the afternoon of


The new cobweb summer

pensei nas letras do meu nome e neste nocturno de kurt wagner
(a sério, avisem-me se os lambchop vierem tocar à europa)

 


Teardrops form a shadow


This tongue starts to waggle


That's a lovely dress


And oh that's just teaching



And it's not true you know


You swear and all by yourself


As time delivers for a while now


This may not appeal to you


But i can hardly spell my name



A siamese beside his lonely awesome

And i've been waiting all my life


In spite of this arrangement


Moderation on vacation


It's time we all settled down



And it's not true you know


You swear and all by yourself


As time delivers for a while now


This may not appeal to you


But i can hardly spell my name

estou sempre a falar nos nocturnos de kurt wagner, eu sei, mas é verdade. 
ouvidas à noite, as canções dos lambchop são sempre mais-que-perfeitas.

I can flick a cigarette butt


Further and with more accuracy



Lots of practice, i guess


Someday we will all be editors



That jumps around from person to person


And bites you on the ass


A certain static is required


The albino butterfly


Thank you thank you very much


Little spiders making little webs


Nuts is what you have become


Kind of fractured of the facts



Dylan and drugs and the sweat bee


Shake and stretch the stiffness out



Exercise? Not right now


Applauded for your idleness



Connects to a power line


That runs over my head


In the cool wet morning air


As we sit under a tree


Thank you thank you very much


Little spiders making little webs


Nuts is what you have become

Kind of fractured of the facts



An upsidedown wire heart


Being sucked into a periscope


Still the mind is dull


Like you need another excuse


Your thoughts lift like a fog


As the sun burns it away


A soft ball and a stick


And the imprint that it makes


Like chambers from a gun


After the shooting's done


This is what you have become


Now make something out of it

uma das grandes canções de kurt wagner, escondida no album "aw c'mon", 
outro daqueles nocturnos mais-que-perfeitos...




wearing a halo of mist

glowing pink and purple

in the afternoon light

sprawling from a hub

they gave way to patches of green

the wine colored country

unfolded as we tumbled into our rooms

and our travel kinks floated away

as we stroked the sunrise

and stained the lake a hazy pink

and the jade tree green rivers

and the apple trees

'n' the thoughts of wearing

our sun screen and evergreens

are layered like feathers at your feet

nothing but a blur from a bullet train

a picturesque, old teahouse with a carp pond

as we trundled out of the tunnel

as we trundled out of the tunnel

[ para a a.r., a mais recente convertida às costeletas de cordeiro ]

um nocturno de kurt wagner. acredita, foi escrito para ti.

The last time that I came here I came down with a fever

The next day it was gone with the suddenness of 1st arrival

When we all were much younger, were we really different

In the really real world we knew

Last night i saw the sun rise over sleepy Barcelona

Riding on a bus with the road crew from embrace

While everyone was sleeping I noticed a reflection

And saw the age upon my face

The last thing I remember about waking up in Kristiansand

Was gagging on my toothbrush as it wiped across my tongue

And removed a drunken sailor, paid his bar and porno bill

Gonna have to fuckin' hose him down

The clarity is blinding where's the befuddled middleman

The gentle goofus with his comedy and wit

Spaced out in the crowd with the cramped and the cluttered

Falls from his fingers to your hand

The old matchbook trick keeps the table from wobble

Slipped under the short leg steadies the unsteadiness

Of the lopsided conversation makes a solid place to rest

Arms and thoughts upon

[ para a ana rita :) ]

[…outra pérola dos lambchop de kurt wagner…]

Bugs rub their legs together in a fevered pitch

It trips me out, never gonna let it out

Birds they wheeze and my legs do itch

Yeah it flips me out, wonder what it's all about

And think of things, and how they got this way

Way above the rest, isn't this the fucking best

Superficial you may say, so down to earth in an earthy kind of way

It's just the best that we can do, is this just the best that we can do

Planes that buzz and cars that roam

Trees that grow through the forest foam

Squirrels that cross you overhead

Make their way to the squirrelly bed

Yes, even squirrels have beds

A natural light in the natural world

It flips me out, never gonna read about it

Our favored nation and our favorite girl

She trips me out, never ever really doubt it

And as your hand rests gently on her head

Remove the clutter and the papers that you’ve read

A whispered comment or a compliment is said

And you take her hand as you gesture toward the bed

I can't believe this feels this good

já aqui falei algumas vezes disto: com a idade vão desaparecendo os velhos ícones e parece não haver solução… guardarei para mim, por exemplo, ter visto miles davis no coliseu, ter estado num concerto fabuloso de frank zappa no palau dels esports de barcelona e ter ouvido e falado com karl-heinz stockhausen, momentos mágicos que não se repetem… e depois já só havia tom waits (j.j.cale partiu no ano passado). felizmente, dois americanos tranquilos, bill callahan e kurt wagner, têm vindo a ocupar algum do espaço deixado vago. para mim, as canções que wagner escreve para os lambchop são todas assim, clássicos instantâneos, com esse estranho condão de parecer que, ao mesmo tempo, preenchem um espaço em mim mas também que saíram de mim, como se as tivesse escrito e a mim retornassem quando as ouço.

thought i felt a chill

thought an underrated skill

a hazard to the emotionally challenged

fibers from a rope

in the roughness of your hand you cope

with cuddles and the gentle revolution

the guts and gluttony

the chicken of the sea

will hardly fill your restless void

powered by intel

the useless crap you sell

will leave us more or less annoyed

down the street you go

rumors of a one man show

how silly we can be about the future

parent to the cause

a hustle through and then you pause

to study or to ponder or reflect

it's laid out in a line

that curves and breaks with time

and underscores this fragile nation

but i guess it's right

to love the girls who fight

off our manly acts of desperation

esta é uma das minhas canções favoritas de kurt wagner, um dos meus heróis. 
e seria seguramente uma das dez que levava para a ilha deserta.
um dia gostava de poder dizer que ouvi os lambchop a tocar isto algures.

I heard a rumor that I'm sad

Or at least that I feel bad

Whoever said that doesn't know

I'm pretty sure that I don't know

And if a case was made for this

Could it be something that we missed

Let's let the cat out of the bag

Let's let the neighborhood go bad

It take some time but there you go

It takes a lot of guts to show

The silly side of who we are

As if we'd ever go that far

So we can put away the watch

And we can throw away the cane

And we can walk through god's own will

Because he's crying crying still today

What are the odds that you are right

What will we have to eat tonight

What if I told you it's ok

To be my action figure

I've swatted bugs all afternoon

I've swallowed beer like a cartoon

And if old Waylon hung the moon

Will we be singing with him soon

And I will learn to look away

When there are thing I cannot bear

Perhaps you'll sing a diferent tune

Perhaps we’ll learn to tell the diference

There are people that I know

Who learn to live within their limits

And we are lucky to be so

Completely interactive.

e notei hoje que ainda só aqui referi meia dúzia de canções dos lambchop. sendo kurt wagner um dos meus heróis, sinceramente não percebo como tal foi possível.

wearing a halo of mist

glowing pink and purple

in the afternoon light

sprawling from a hub

they gave way to patches of green

the wine colored country

unfolded as we tumbled into our rooms

and our travel kinks floated away

as we stroked the sunrise

and stained the lake a hazy pink

and the jade tree green rivers

and the apple trees

'n' the thoughts of wearing

our sun screen and evergreens

are layered like feathers at your feet

nothing but a blur from a bullet train

a picturesque, old teahouse with a carp pond

as we trundled out of the tunnel

as we trundled out of the tunnel

também eu queria comprar uma boa bíblia, usada e não encadernada,
mas falta-me essa fé nos livros de palavras maiores que as nossas...

I'd like to buy a good

Used paperbacked living bible

And I've got some things

That I'd like to put on out there

Like a pony cart and an old bird bath

A kitchen sink and a rocking chair

You can turn me on

Almost any day at noon

Hey I'd like to put on

A four month old rat terrier pup

I think he's a male

And he's marked up pretty and

everything

This woman's got some goats

But his feets never been on the ground

You can just buy one

Or you can have the whole heard

Yeah I'd like to find

A twenty seven inch color TV

Has to be non working

An RCA cause I need the parts

And daily there's an old drive shaft

And the same Berkeline recliner

It's green and it's cloth

And it's been used very little.

Then there's a Reba designs

Size eight, prom pageant dress

It's icy blue

With sequins worn just once

There are others that are strapless

But this one's slit above the knee

If you're looking for

Something perfect for that student

I have always thought

That hand guns were made for shooting people

Rather than for sport

Why not use a rifle in most other applications

You might find a riffle or a musket

But you'll never hear a pistol

There may always be

Someone looking for or finding some

Guess I'd like to sell

A good used paperbacked living bible