Peter Hammill | The Birds

Spring came far too early this year:
May flowers blooming in February.
Should I be sad for the month,
or glad for the sky?
The birds don’t know which way to sing
and, my friend,
neither do I.

Two days ago, a girl I truly thought I loved
suddenly didn’t seem to matter at all.
Should I sing sad farewell to things
I’m really glad I’ve left behind?
The birds don’t know which way to sing
and, my friend,
neither do I.

In another day, heavy snow will lie upon the ground
and buds prematurely bloomed shall fail;
and every creature living now,
then will surely die…
The birds don’t know which way to sing
and, my friend,
neither do I.
The birds don’t know if it’s time yet to fly;
they don’t know which way to go
and, my friend,
neither do I.

To Love Is To Bury | Cowboy Junkies + Natalie Merchant

I buried him down by the river
cause thats where he liked to be
And every night when the moon is high
I go there and weep openly

He and I were married
By this river neath this willow tree
And with God and friends witnessing it
He pledged his life to me

To me he was earth
And I rooted in his soil
I to he was sky vast and free
Of the burdens from which he toiled

Then one night a terrible fight
Words spoken better left unsaid
With his wedding vows ringing in my ears
He gave his life to me

They say to love is to bury
Those demons from which we all hide
But tonight by this river neath this willow tree
Becoming one of earth and sky

Tango with Lions ~ In a Bar

Tango with Lions are the project of singer/song-writer Kat, and were originally conceived in 2006 after the musical dressing of diaries, photos and book-reading influences. A band was officially formed during a summer-time jam in 2007, in a beach house with former members Johniethin and Dana. Johnniethin’s blues-folk guitar playing and harmonica style, met cellist Stavros’ confident melodies and Dana’s delicate clarinet sound to complete what the debut album “Verba Time” represents. Since the recording sessions during 2009-2010 with producer Ottomo at Fab Liquid Studios, the line up has changed, with Yannos now playing guitars and the appearance of drums. Tango with Lions is seen as a collective of day-dreamers, hard-workers and music-lovers. The album “Verba Time” got released by InnerEar Records on June 21st, 2010 and was warmly welcomed by critics and audience. Tango with Lions are currently giving concerts along with preparing new songs.”

Members:
Kat- voice, piano, guitars, harp, bass
Yannos- guitars, vocals
Stavros- cello, mandolin
Nikos V.- drums, percussion, vocals
Jimmy Star – trompone

Behind the Image: David Hurn’s Beatlemania | in “Magnum”

David Hurn reveals the story and the process behind an iconic image of The Beatles’ Ringo Starr

In 1964 The Beatles starred in the feature film A Hard Day’s Night. Blurring the lines between the reality of their pop-star status and fiction, the film follows several days in the life of the group as they navigate television appearances and record label executives. Coming at the height of ‘Beatlemania’ the screaming fans depicted in the film were mirrored by the hoards of fanatic young girls that would await the band at all of their public appearances. David Hurn, following a tradition of Magnum photographers working on film sets, took this photograph of fans eyeing Ringo Starr on the moving train, where the film was primarily shot.

The Behind the Image series uncovers the untold stories that lie behind some of the most-well known images by Magnum photographers. Here, we speak to Magnum photographer and judge of the 2017 LensCulture and Magnum Photography Awards David Hurn to discuss the sequence of events that led to the surreal moment, and what might have happened had he not taken that shot.

What is happening in this photograph?
The photograph was shot in 1964 during the making of the film A Hard Days Night, a film staring The Beatles. Ringo Starr (Richard Starkey, MBE), is sitting in the carriage of an old-fashioned train. Fans have invaded the train and are looking through the outside window.

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Santana | La Flaca

En la vida conoci mujer igual a la Flaca
Coral negro de la Habana, tremendisima mulata
Cien libras de piel y hueso, cuarenta kilos de Salsa
En la cara dos soles que sin palabras hablan
Que sin palabras hablan

La Flaca duerme de dia, dice que asi el hambre engaña
Cuando cae la noche baja a bailar a la Tasca
Y bailar y bailar, y tomar y tomar
Una cerveza tras otra pero ella nunca engorda
Pero ella nunca engorda

Por un beso de la Flaca daria lo que fuera
Por un beso de ella, aunque solo uno fuera
Por un beso de la Flaca daria lo que fuera
Por un beso de ella, aunque solo uno fuera
Aunque solo uno fuera

Mojé mis sabanas blancas, como dice la canción
Recordando las caricias que me brindó el primer día
Y enloquezco de ganas de dormir a su ladito
Porque Dios que esta flaca a mi me tiene loquito
O-oh, a mi me tiene loquito

Por un beso de la Flaca daria lo que fuera
Por un beso de ella, aunque solo uno fuera
Por un beso de la Flaca daria lo que fuera
Por un beso de ella, aunque solo uno fuera
Aunque solo uno fuera

Por un beso de la Flaca daria lo que fuera
Por un beso de ella, aunque solo uno fuera
Por un beso de la Flaca daria lo que fuera
Por un beso de ella, aunque solo uno fuera
Como nena ven, quiero que te muevas y sentir tu piel

Zeca Afonso | Traz outro amigo também

Amigo maior que o pensamento
Por essa estrada amigo vem
Por essa estrada amigo vem
Não percas tempo que o vento
É meu amigo também
Não percas tempo que o vento
É meu amigo também

Em terras
Em todas as fronteiras
Seja benvindo quem vier por bem
Seja benvindo quem vier por bem
Se alguém houver que não queira
Trá-lo contigo também
Se alguém houver que não queira
Trá-lo contigo também

Aqueles
Aqueles que ficaram
Em toda a parte todo o mundo tem
Em toda a parte todo o mundo tem
Em sonhos me visitaram
Traz outro amigo também
Em sonhos me visitaram
Traz outro amigo também

Dmitri Hvorostovsky | Bright Is the Night

Ночь светла. Над рекой
Тихо светит луна.
И блестит серебром
Голубая волна.
Темный лес Там в тиши
Изумрудных ветвей
Звонких песен своих
Не поет соловей.
Под луной расцвели
Голубые цветы.
Они в сердце моем
Пробудили мечты.
К тебе грезой лечу,
Твое имя шепчу.
Милый друг, нежный друг,
По тебе я грущу.
Ночь светла. Над рекой
Тихо светит луна.
И блестит серебром
Голубая волна.
В эту ночь при луне
На чужой стороне,
Милый друг, нежный друг,
Помни ты обо мне.

Light is the Night. The moon is
Shining quietly over the river.
And there is silver moonshine
On the blue wave.
The forest is dark. The nightingale isn’t singing
Loudly its songs
On the emerald-green branches
Of the silent trees.
The blue flowers
Are in full bloom in the moonshine.
They have awakened dreams
In my heart.
I’m flying to you in my dreams,
Whispering your name.
My sweetheart, my darling,
I’m longing for you.
My darling, I’m still longing
For you this night.
My sweetheart, my darling,
I recall you in the moonlight ,
this night, still loving you
As much as always.
My sweetheart, my darling,
Remember me
Over there, in your homeland,
In the moonlight, this night.
My sweetheart, my darling,
Remember me…