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Posted in Avatars de records by blami on 9 Octubre 2016

Here a traditional song interpreted by Teresa Doyle

And here’s it’s lyrics

In Scarlateglen there lived a lass
And every morning after mass
She would go and have a glass
Before going home by Barna

We won’t go home along the road
For fear that we might tax the roge
We won’t go home along the road
We’ll go home by Barna

We won’t go home across the fields
The big thorn needles will stick in our heels
We won’t go home across the fields
We’ll go home by Barna

We won’t go home the milk boreen
The night is bright we might be seen
We won’t go home the milk boreen
We’ll go home by Barna

We won’t go home along the bay
The tinkers camp is on the way
We won’t go home along the bay
We’ll go home by Barna

We won’t go home along the main
The swoogh is sure to rise again
We won’t go home along the main
We’ll go hom by Barna

We won’t go home along the shore
For fear we hear the banshee roar
We won’t go home along the shore
We’ll go home by Barna

We won’t go home along the strand
We might disturb the fairy band
We won’t go home along the strand
We’ll go home by Barna

In Scarlateglen there lived a lass
And every morning after mass
She would go and have a glass
Before going home by Barna

We won’t go home along the road
For fear that we might tax the roge
We won’t go home along the road
We’ll go home by Barna

I don’t think it has too much to do with my beloved Barcelona although it is usually nicknamed as Barna 😉

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voglio vederti danzare

Posted in Avatars de records by blami on 13 Abril 2012

Avui m’ha arribat al cap una cançó del Franco Battiato i he pensat que potser a tu et podria també venir de gust tornar-la a sentir o, si ets molt jove, descobrir-la.

Sé que m’estic fent gran i que, potser, per això deu ser que començo a preocupar-me perquè les coses que un dia vaig considerar bones, es perdin. Sóc conscient de que tot té el seu temps i més enllà no té sentit fer-ho perdurar. En tot cas, sempre és agradable robar un moment a aquest frenesí de bombardejos d’estímuls “novedosos” i mirar les antigues fotos ja engroguides pel temps.

Voglio vederti danzare

Voglio vederti danzare
come le zingare del deserto
con candelabri in testa
o come le balinesi nei giorni di festa

voglio vederti danzare
come i dervisches tourners che girano
sulle spine dorsali
al suono di cavigliere del Katakali

e gira tutto intorno alla stanza mentre si danza danza
e gira tutto intorno alla stanza mentre si danza

e radio tirana trasmette
musiche balcaniche mentre
danzatori bulgari
a piedi nudi sui bracieri ardenti

nell’Irlanda del nord
nelle balere estive
coppie di anziani che ballano
al ritmo di sette ottavi

e gira tutto intorno alla stanza mentre si danza danza
e gira tutto intorno alla stanza mentre si danza

nei ritmi ossessivi la chiave
dei riti tribali
regni di sciamani
e suonatori zingari ribelli

nella bassa padana
nelle balere estive
coppie di anziani che ballano
vecchi valzer viennesi.

La cançó d’Elmo

Posted in Avatars de records by blami on 31 Agost 2011

No em puc estar de compartir amb tu el hit number one del meu bitxitu.

I com que la lletra és prou complexa, te la tradueixo pa’ ke veas com me lo kurro

Aquesta és la cançó

la la – la là

la cançó d’Elmo

la la – la là

la cançó d’Elmo

la la la – la la la – laaaaaa

la la la – la la la – laaaaaaÀ

A ell li agrada cantar

la là- la là

la cançó d’Elmo

la là- la là

la cançó d’Elmo

Ell va escriure aquesta música,

va escriure aquestes paraules

Aquesta és la cançó d’Elmoooo

I si a tu, com al Big Bird, també t’agradaria tenir una cançó tan xupiguay com la d’Elmo i el teu nom el pots pronunciar amb dos sons sil·làbics, prova de posar-lo en comptes de “elmo” 😛

la la – la la

Blami’s song