quinta-feira, 20 de janeiro de 2011

"What will you say"

"What Will You Say"

"It's been such a long time
And I was just a child then
What will you say
When you see my face?
Time feels like it's flown away
The days just pass and fade away
What will you say
When they take my place?

It's funny now
I just don't feel like a man
What will you say
When you see my face?
My face...

Mother dear, the world's gone cold
No one cares about love anymore
What will you say
When you see my face?

Father do you hear me?
Do you know me?
Do you even care?
What will you say
When they take my place?

My heart can't take this anymore
What will you say
When you see my face?
When you see my,
See my face...

I can feel your time crawling
To a slow end
I can feel my time crawling
To a slow end...

Mother dear, the world's gone cold
No one cares about love anymore
What will you say
When you see my face?

Father do you hear me?
Do you know me?
Did you even care?
What will you say
When you take my place?

Well it's so funny now
I just don't feel like I'm a man
What will you say?"

Jeff Buckley

segunda-feira, 17 de janeiro de 2011

dalgum modo levantar.



Texto: Excerto de "Pioravante Marche" de Samuel Beckett.
Faixa sonora: Tiago Bôto
Improvisação vocal: Tiago Bôto
Fotografia: Daniel Pinheiro
2011

segunda-feira, 3 de janeiro de 2011

Blue



By Derek Jarman

Sebastiene



By Derek Jarman.

Her eyes are underneath the ground

"Her eyes are underneath the ground
I have heard the crying sound

No one can stop you now
No one can stop you now

Her eyes are basking in the sun
No one knows why she did the things she’s done

Ocean, swallow me now
Ocean, swallow me now

In the garden, with my mother
I stole a flower
With my mother, in her power
I stole a flower

I saw six eyes glistening in my womb
I felt you calling me in the gloom

Rest assured your love is pure
Rest assured your love is pure

In the garden, with my mother
I stole a flower
With my mother, in her power
I chose a flower"

Anthony and the Johnsons - The crying light

2011

In this foggy night I wonder what´s going to be the rhythm of this new year? I have to make my wish list, although I know some things I want for this new year. I want rhythm and action. Heart action. I want action that is close to the rhythm of the heart, and It´s so close that my legs have to move. Move forward. With the feet on the present ground, not in the past or future, but here now in the present that is the only thing we can be sure.