...e ainda o pastor cave

 

reviver o passado

nem sempre é pecado

 

...e a propósito do (fabuloso) concerto de ontem

andei a (re)ouvir coisas antigas do pregador nicolau

 

a arrumar os cêdês voltei a ouvir coisas destas

não creio que o venha a ouvir em abril. os concertos

de todas as digressões estão a ser cancelados/adiados.

mas esta canção do novo disco era uma daquelas que

queria mesmo ouvir ao vivo. como ele diz: fico à espera.

às vezes penso que nick cave só devia escrever baladas
...mas depois não era a mesma coisa.

stay by me, stay by me

you are the one, my only true love

the butcher bird makes its noise and asks you to agree
with its brutal nesting habits and its pointless savagery
now, the nightingale sings to you and raises up the ante
i put one hand on your round ripe heart and the other down your panties

everything is falling, dear, everything is wrong
it's just history repeating itself and babe, you turn me on

like a light bulb, babe, like a song

you race naked through the wilderness and you torment the birds and the bees
you leapt into the abyss, but find it only goes up to your knees
i move stealthily from tree to tree and i shadow you for hours
i make like i'm a little deer grazing on the flowers

everything is collapsing, dear, all moral sense has gone
it's just history repeating itself and babe, you turn me on

like an idea, babe, like an atom bomb

we stand awed inside a clearing, we do not make a sound
the crimson snow falls all about, carpeting the ground

everything is falling, dear, all rhyme and reason gone
it's just history repeating itself and babe, you turn me on

like an idea, babe, like an atom bomb

mesmo que a morte já me tenha roubado um amor,
intimamente sei que nada deve magoar e doer tanto 
como o desaparecimento de um filho. talvez o luto de
nicholas edward cave possa ter sido assim, reunir um
conjunto de canções sombrias, dolorosamente tristes mas 
comoventemente belas na sua amargura. e conseguir
terminar o disco dizendo que agora está tudo bem.

creio que nick cave sabe que isto não é exactamente um azul na forma, 
mas também ninguém consegue sabe bem o que é o bosão de higgs...

peço perdão por estar a interromper, não me leve a mal, longe de mim querer contestar a sua douta autoridade nestes assuntos, o senhor engenheiro desculpe, bem sei que escreveu que todas as cartas de amor são ridículas, porque se há amor têm de ser ridículas, mas acredite que isso nem sempre é assim, ora leia esta aqui, do senhor nicolau caverna:




I hold this letter in my hand 
A plea, a petition, a kind of prayer 
I hope it does as I have planned 
Losing her again is more than I can bear 
I kiss the cold, white envelope 
I press my lips against her name 
Two hundred words. We live in hope 
The sky hangs heavy with rain 

Love letter Love letter 
Go get her Go get her 
Love letter Love letter 
Go tell her Go tell her 

A wicked wind whips up the hill 
A handful of hopeful words 
I love her and I always will 
The sky is ready to burst 
Said something I did not mean to say 
Said something I did not mean to say 
Said something I did not mean to say 
It all came out the wrong way 

Love letter Love letter 
Go get her Go get her 
Love letter Love letter 
Go tell her Go tell her 

Rain your kisses down upon me 
Rain your kisses down in storms 
And for all who'll come before me 
In your slowly fading forms 
I'm going out of my mind 
Will leave me standing in 
The rain with a letter and a prayer 
Whispered on the wind 

Come back to me 
Come back to me 
O baby please come back to me

claro que, ao falar em pecado, também me ocorreu este par de assassinos...

Get down, get down, little Henry Lee
And stay all night with me
You won't find a girl in this damn world
That will compare with me
And the wind did howl and the wind did blow
La la la la la
La la la la lee
A little bird lit down on Henry Lee
I can't get down and I won't get down
And stay all night with thee
For the girl I have in that merry green land
I love far better than thee
And the wind did howl and the wind did blow
La la la la la
La la la la lee
A little bird lit down on Henry Lee
She leaned herself against a fence
Just for a kiss or two
And with a little pen-knife held in her hand
She plugged him through and through
And the wind did roar and the wind did moan
La la la la la
La la la la lee
A little bird lit down on Henry Lee
Come take him by his lilly-white hands
Come take him by his feet
And throw him in this deep deep well
Which is more than one hundred feet
And the wind did howl and the wind did blow
La la la la la
La la la la lee
A little bird lit down on Henry Lee
Lie there, lie there, little Henry Lee
Till the flesh drops from your bones
For the girl you have in that merry green land
Can wait forever for you to come home
And the wind did howl and the wind did moan
La la la la la
La la la la lee
A little bird lit down on Henry Lee

outra das canções da minha vida escrita pelo sr. nicholas edward cave, e favorita de muita gente.

canção de abertura do album “the boatman’s call”, consta ter sido escrita numa igreja inglesa em surrey.
talvez seja esse ambiente de paz celestial que tanto contribui para a celebração da felicidade de um amor encontrado.



I don't believe in an interventionist God
But I know, darling, that you do
But if I did I would kneel down and ask Him
Not to intervene when it came to you
Not to touch a hair on your head
To leave you as you are
And if He felt He had to direct you
Then direct you into my arms

Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms

And I don't believe in the existence of angels
But looking at you I wonder if that's true
But if I did I would summon them together
And ask them to watch over you
To each burn a candle for you
To make bright and clear your path
And to walk, like Christ, in grace and love
And guide you into my arms

Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms

And I believe in Love
And I know that you do too
And I believe in some kind of path
That we can walk down, me and you
So keep your candlew burning
And make her journey bright and pure
That she will keep returning
Always and evermore

Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms, O Lord
Into my arms

uma canção da minha vida é a do barco estranho de mr. cave – talvez por transportar más sementes… na verdade, devo confessar que estes navios que podes velejar em torno de mim enquanto queimas as tuas pontes são-me particularmente perturbadores, sabes?, até por sentir que mesmo que te removesse as asas nunca deixarias de voar.

Come sail your ships around me
And burn your bridges down.
We make a little history baby
Every time you come around.
Come loose your dogs upon me
And let your hair hang down.
You are a little mystery to me
Every time you come around.

We talk about it all night long
We define our moral ground.
But when I crawl into your arms
Everything comes tumbling down.

Come sail your ships around me
And burn your bridges down.
We make a little history baby
Every time you come around.

Your face has fallen sad now
For you know the time is nigh
When I must remove your wings
And you, you must try to fly.

Come sail your ships around me
And burn your bridges down.
We make a little history baby
Every time you come around.
Come loose your dogs upon me
And let your hair hang down.
You are a little mystery to me
Every time you come around.

(bónus: a canção do barco ao vivo)