Thursday, March 04, 2010
The Beautiful Song At The End
(From the movie "The Motorcycle Diaries")
Clavo mi remo en el agua
llevo tu remo en el mío.
Creo que he visto una luz
al otro lado del río.
El día le irá pudiendo
poco a poco al frío.
Creo que he visto una luz
al otro lado del río.
Sobre todo, creo que no todo está perdido.
Tanta lágrima, tanta lágrima,
y yo soy un vaso vasio
Oigo una voz que me llama,
casi un suspiro:
¡Rema, rema, rema!
¡Rema, rema, rema!
En esta orilla del mundo
lo que nos es presa es baldío.
Creo que he visto una luz
al otro lado del río.
Yo, muy serio, voy remando,
muy adentro y sonrío.
Creo que he visto una luz
al otro lado del río.
Sobre todo, creo que
no todo está perdido.
Tanta lágrima, tanta lágrima, y yo
soy un vaso vacío...
Oigo una voz que me llama,
casi un suspiro:
¡Rema, rema, rema!
¡Rema, rema, rema!
Clavo mi remo en el agua
llevo tu remo en el mío.
Creo que he visto una luz
al otro lado del río.
(English Translation)
I nail (or plunge) my oar in the water
I carry your oar in mine
I believe I have seen a light
On the other side of the river
The day will come when we will be able to conquer
Little by little, the cold
I believe I have seen a light
On the other side of the river
Above all, I believe that all is not lost
So many tears, So many tears
And I am an empty glass (or - vessel)
I hear a voice that calls to me,
almost as a sigh :
"Row, Row, Row!
Row, Row, Row!"
In this border of the world
Where we are imprisoned, are uncultivated,
I believe that I have seen a light
On the other side of the river
I, very serious, go rowing
Very deeply inside and I smile
I believe that I have seen a light
On the other side of the river
Above all, I believe that
all is not lost
So many tears, So many tears.. and I
am an empty glass (or vessel)
I hear a voice that calls to me,
almost as a sigh :
"Row, Row, Row!
Row, Row, Row!
I nail (plunge) my oar in the water
I carry your oar in mine
I believe I have seen a light
On the other side of the river
Monday, December 07, 2009
Vuelvo Al Sur
Vuelvo al Sur,
como se vuelve siempre al amor,
vuelvo a vos,
con mi deseo, con mi temor.
Llevo el Sur,
como un destino del corazon,
soy del Sur,
como los aires del bandoneon.
Sueño el Sur,
inmensa luna, cielo al reves,
busco el Sur,
el tiempo abierto, y su despues.
Quiero al Sur,
su buena gente, su dignidad,
siento el Sur,
como tu cuerpo en la intimidad.
Te quiero Sur,
Sur, te quiero.
Vuelvo al Sur,
como se vuelve siempre al amor,
vuelvo a vos,
con mi deseo, con mi temor.
Quiero al Sur,
su buena gente, su dignidad,
siento el Sur,
como tu cuerpo en la intimidad.
Vuelvo al Sur,
llevo el Sur,
te quiero Sur,
te quiero Sur...
ENGLISH TRANSLATION
I return to the South
like one always returns to the love,
I return to you ,
with my longing, with my anxiety.
I carry the South
like a destiny of my heart,
I am from the South
like the melodies of the bandoneon.
I dream of the South,
a huge moon, the sky reversed,
I am looking for the South
the open time, and its thereafter.
I love the South,
its good people, its dignity,
I feel the South,
like I feel your body in intimacy.
I love you South,
South, I love you.
I return to the South
like one always returns to the love,
I return to you
with my longing, my anxiety.
I love the South,
its good people, its dignity,
I feel the South
Like I feel your body in intimacy.
I return to the South,
I carry the South,
I love you South,
I love you South...
Thursday, July 02, 2009
Broooooooooce!


Tuesday, July 24, 2007
A Perfect Love Song
Tuesday, December 05, 2006
The Sensual World
Thursday, November 16, 2006
They're Writing Songs Of Love.... But Not For Me.
Nobody loves you when you're down and out
Nobody sees you when you're on cloud nine
Everybody's hustlin' for a buck and a dime
I'll scratch your back and you scratch mine
I've been across to the other side
I've shown you everything, I got nothing to hide
And still you ask me do I love you, what it is, what it is
All I can tell you is it's all show biz
All I can tell you is it's all show biz
Nobody loves you when you're down and out
Nobody knows you when you're on cloud nine
Everybody's hustlin' for a buck and a dime
I'll scratch your back and you knife mine
I've been across the water now so many times
I've seen the one eyed witchdoctor leading the blind
And still you ask me do I love you, what you say, what you say
Everytime I put my finger on it, it slips away
Everytime I put my finger on it, it slips away
Well I get up in the morning and I'm looking in the mirror to see, ooo wee!
Then I'm lying in the darkness and I know I can't get to sleep, ooo wee!
Nobody loves you when you're old and grey
Nobody needs you when you're upside down
Everybody's hollerin' 'bout their own birthday
Everybody loves you when you're six foot in the ground
John Lennon- 1974
Sunday, November 12, 2006
Jonesin' - Part Two
Friday, November 03, 2006
Jonesin' Part One
Monday, October 23, 2006
Wicked Game
As you've gathered from posts in recent weeks, I've been relying on certain artists to get me through this thing called life. This week's support system (translation- obsession) is Mr Chris Isaak. Melody Angel and I have been leaving You Tube clips of this tube of wonderful on each other's My Space pages and it has turned the Milongita into a wobbling mass of jelly. Que rico! So I dug through the stack of CD's in my shelf and found my copy of his Wicked Game album and discovered a few things:
- This album still stands up and sounds fresh after 16 years
- His voice is magical
- After much tut tutting from Cocktail Kev, I have proved that Chris Isaak IS Tiki
- Isaak is still dead fucking hot and sexy
Above all, Wicked Game is an amazing song. From that beautiful guitar to the gorgeous lyrics it transcends you to a different place. I'm listening to it whilst writing this blog. We can even almost forgive him for using Helena Christianson in the video clip because he looks so goddamn sexy in in it himself.
The world was on fire and no one could save me but you
It's strange what desire will make foolish people do
I never dreamed that I'd meet somebody like you
I never dreamed I'd love somebody like you
I don't want to fall in love
No I don't want to fall in love with you
What a wicked game to play
To make me feel this way
What a wicked thing to do
To let me dream of you
What a wicked thing to say
You never felt this way
What a wicked thing to do
To make me dream of you
And I don't want to fall in love
No I don't want to fall in love with you
I never dreamed that I'd love somebody like you
I never dreamed that I'd lose somebody like you
No I don't want to fall in love
No I don't want to fall in love with you
This world is only gonna break your heart