What are you listening to?


We are very few things
And my friend the rose
Told me this morning
At dawn I was born
Named of dew
I blossomed
Happy and in love
In the sun's rays
Closed me at night
Woke up old

Yet I was very beautiful
Yes, I was the most beautiful
Flowers from your garden

We are very few things
And my friend the rose
Told me this morning
See the god who made me
Makes me bow my head
And I feel that I fall
And I feel that I fall
My heart is almost naked
I have my foot in the grave
Already I am no longer

You admired me yesterday
And I will be dust
Forever tomorrow

We are very few things
And my friend the rose
Died this morning
The moon tonight
Woke up my friend
In my dreams I saw
Dazzling and naked
His soul that danced
Far beyond the clouds
And who smiled at me

Believe the one who can believe
Me, I need hope
Otherwise I am nothing

Or so little
It's my friend the rose
Who said it yesterday morning
 
Kate Bush - Army Dreamers

A song designed to be relevant to all conflicts which take young lives.

Lyrics (SongMeanings.com):
(B.F.P.O.)
(Army dreamers)
(Mammy's hero)
(B.F.P.O.)
(Mammy's hero)

Our little army boy
Is coming home from B.F.P.O.
I've a bunch of purple flowers
To decorate to mammy's hero

Mourning in the aerodrome
The weather warmer, he is colder
Four men in uniform
To carry home my little soldier

(What could he do)
(Should have been a rock star)
But he didn't have the money for a guitar
(What could he do)
(Should have been a politician)
But he never had a proper education
(What could he do)
(Should have been a father)
But he never even made it to his twenties
What a waste
Army dreamers
Ooh, what a waste of
Army dreamers

Tears o'er a tin box
Oh, Jesus Christ, he wasn't to know
Like a chicken with a fox
He couldn't win the war with ego

Give the kid the pick of pips
And give him all your stripes and ribbons
Now he's sitting in his hole
He might as well have buttons and bows

(What could he do)
(Should have been a rock star)
But he didn't have the money for a guitar
(What could he do)
(Should have been a politician)
But he never had a proper education
(What could he do)
(Should have been a father)
But he never even made it to his twenties
What a waste
Army dreamers
Ooh, what a waste of
Army dreamers
Ooh, what a waste of all that
Army dreamers
Army dreamers
Army dreamers, oh

 
I have been listening to Francoise Hardy a lot lately. Thanks for sharing this.

Edit: Not the song that started it all, that was Soleil, but the current song on replay.


Lyrics (LyricsTranslate):​

Apologies about the lyrics. I just noticed this.

English:
It is the time of love,
the time of friends and adventure.
As the time comes and goes,
one thinks of nothing in spite of one's wounds.
Because the time of love
it's long and it's short,
it lasts forever, one remembers it.

At twenty, we tell ourselves that we rule the world,
and that all the blue sky will be in our eyes forever.

It is the time of love,
the time of friends and adventure.
As the time comes and goes,
We think of nothing in spite of our wounds.
For the time of love
it fills your heart
with so much warmth and happiness.

One fine day it's love and the heart beats faster,
for life follows its course
and one is totally happy to be in love.

It is the time of love,
the time of friends and adventure.
When the time comes and goes,
one thinks of nothing in spite of one's wounds.
For the time of love
it's long and it's short,
it lasts forever, one remembers it.

That's better. 🙂

French:
C'est le temps de l'amour
Le temps des copains
Et de l'aventure
Quand le temps va et vient
On ne pense à rien
Malgré ses blessures
Car le temps de l'amour
C'est long et c'est court
Ça dure toujours
On s'en souvient
On se dit qu'à vingt ans
On est les rois du monde
Et qu'éternellement
Il y aura dans nos yeux
Tout le ciel bleu
C'est le temps de l'amour
Le temps des copains
Et de l'aventure
Quand le temps va et vient
On ne pense à rien
Malgré ses blessures
Car le temps de l'amour
Ça vous met au cœur
Beaucoup de chaleur
Et de bonheur
Un beau jour c'est l'amour
Et le cœur bat plus vite
Car la vie suit son cours
Et l'on est tout heureux
D'être amoureux
C'est le temps de l'amour
Le temps des copains
Et de l'aventure
Quand le temps va et vient
On ne pense à rien
Malgré ses blessures
Car le temps de l'amour
C'est long et c'est court
Ça dure toujours
On s'en souvient
On s'en souvient
On s'en souvient
On s'en souvient
On s'en souvient
 
Melody Gardot - Live at Au Chateau d'Herouville, a French Chateu, in 2018.


It's great that it's jazzy without getting too carried away with the jazziness and being just for show, bluesy without getting too depressing, and Latin-y while still remaining subtle and not becoming overly upbeat and exuberant. There are classical elements in it too. It's a good balance OSIT.

It's simple and minimalistic, and great 'getting ready' or 'working to' music accompanied by Melody's angelic voice.
 
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Here again Lola Flores reciting some poems of Federico Garcia Lorca, the great Spanish poet.

I am not a fan of Lola Flores but looking at her I feel that she is representative of something that in this new reality will be totally absent: not just because she expresses passion, pain, joy, and other emotions, but because she is part of a culture, she is of gypsy tradition with all their music and art. All of this will disappear little by little,like smoke, like a breeze.

 
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