Lisa Ekdahl | Give Me That Slow Knowing Smile

I’m on my hands and knees
searching every corner for my lost heart and soul
Hear me begging please
I’m searching every corner for my lost heart and soul

Now give me that Slow knowing smile
Like someone who may know their way
Give me that Slow knowing smile
That may make wanna say hey hey hey hey
Give me that Slow knowing smile
Give it to me
Slowly
Give me that Slow knowing smile
Give it to me
Slowly

I tell you what I do
I’m searching every corner for what I know is mine
I tell you what is true
My heart and my soul is what I need to find

Give me that Slow knowing smile
Like someone who knows where to go
Give me that Slow knowing smile
That may make me wanna say oh oh oh oh

Give me that Slow knowing smile
Give it to me
Slowly
Give me that Slow knowing smile
Give it to me
Slowly

Give it to me
Slowly
Give me that
Slow knowing smile

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

Morangos Silvestres (legendado) | Ingmar Bergman

Um médico, prestigiado professor, aos 78 anos viaja de Estocolmo para Lund para receber um título honorífico da universidade onde se formou… apesar do prestígio social e profissional, o professor sonha que talvez esteja morto porque poderá ter falhado a parte propriamente humana da vida… a nora acusa-o de “egoísmo, frieza, indiferença”… e diz-lhe que o filho o respeita… mas também o odeia!… e ficamos a saber que o filho não quer ter filhos porque foi “um filho indesejado”, gerado num “casamento infernal”… no final, porém, o mestre Bergman diz-nos que pode haver esperança!… há mestres!… (André Freire)

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