Vanderlyle Crybaby Geeks

Um poema por dia #9                                                 

Leave your home
Change your name
Live alone
Eat your cake

Vanderlyle crybaby cry
Though the water's a-rising
Still no surprising you
Vanderlyle crybaby cry
Man, it's all been forgiven
Swans are a-swimmin'
I'll explain everything to the geeks

All the very best of us string ourselves up for love
All the very best of us string ourselves up for love
All the very best of us string ourselves up for love
All the very best of us string ourselves up for love

Vanderlyle crybaby cry
Though the water's a-rising
Still no surprising you
Vanderlyle crybaby cry
Man, it's all been forgiven
Swans are a-swimmin'
I'll explain everything to the geeks

Hanging from
Chandeliers
Same small world
At your heels

All the very best of us string ourselves up for love
All the very best of us string ourselves up for love
All the very best of us string ourselves up for love
All the very best of us string ourselves up for love

Vanderlyle crybaby cry
Though the water's a-rising
There's still no surprising you
Vanderlyle crybaby cry
Man, it's all been forgiven
The swans are a-swimmin'
I'll explain everything to the geeks

I'll explain everything to the geeks

I'll explain everything to the geeks

 

Matthew D Berninger, Aaron B Dessner

Natal dos Simples

Um poema por dia #8

Vamos cantar as janeiras
Vamos cantar as janeiras
Por esses quintais adentro vamos
Às raparigas solteiras
Vamos cantar orvalhadas
Vamos cantar orvalhadas
Por esses quintais adentro vamos
Às raparigas casadas
Vira o vento e muda a sorte
Vira o vento e muda a sorte
Por aqueles olivais perdidos
Foi-se embora o vento norte
Muita neve cai na serra
Muita neve cai na serra
Só se lembra dos caminhos velhos
Quem tem saudades da terra
Quem tem a candeia acesa
Quem tem a candeia acesa
Rabanadas pão e vinho novo
Matava a fome à pobreza
Já nos cansa esta lonjura
Já nos cansa esta lonjura
Só se lembra dos caminhos velhos
Quem anda à noite à ventura

Zeca Afonso

Não só Vinho, mas nele o Olvido

Um poema  por dia #7

Não só vinho, mas nele o olvido, deito
Na taça: serei ledo, porque a dita
É ignara. Quem, lembrando
Ou prevendo, sorrira?
Dos brutos, não a vida, senão a alma,
Consigamos, pensando; recolhidos
No impalpável destino
Que não 'spera nem lembra.
Com mão mortal elevo à mortal boca
Em frágil taça o passageiro vinho,
Baços os olhos feitos
Para deixar de ver.

Ricardo Reis, in "Odes"
Heterónimo de Fernando Pessoa

Banana Pancakes

Um poema por dia #6

 

Jack Johnson

Well can't you see that it's just raining?
There ain't no need to go outside.
But Baby,
You hardly even notice
When i try to show you this
Song is meant to keep you
From doing what you're supposed to
Wakin' up to early
Maybe we could sleep
Make you banana pancakes
Pretend like its the weekend now
We could pretend it all the time.
Can't you see that its just raining
There Ain't no need to go outside
But just maybe!
Hala ka ukulele, mama made a baby
Really don't mind to practice cause you're my little lady
Lady lady love me cause I love to lay you lazy
We could close the curtains pretend like theres no world
Outside.
Then we could pretend it all the time
Can't you see that its just raining
Ain't no need to go outside
Ain't no need, ain't no need.
Mmmm mmmm mmmmm mmmmm
Can't you see, can't you see?
Rain all day and I don't mind
But the telephones singin', ringin', its too early dont, pick it up
We don't need to
We got everything we need right here and everything we need is enough
Just so easy
When the whole world fits inside of your arms
Do we really need to pay attention to the alarm?
Wake up slow, mmmmm mmmmmm
Wake up slow
But Baby,
You hardly even know this
When i try to show you this
Song is meant to keep you
From doing what you're supposed to
Wakin' up too early
Maybe we could sleep
Make you banana pancakes
Pretend like its the weekend now
Then we could pretend it all the time.
Can't you see that its just raining.
Ain't no need to go outside.
Ain't no need ain't no need
Rain all day and I really really really don't mind
Can't you see can't you see?
You gotta wake up slow

Cigarettes and chocolate milk

Um poema por dia #5

Cigarettes and chocolate milk
These are just a couple of my cravings
Everything it seems i like's a little bit stronger
A little bit thicker
A little bit harmful for me

If i should buy jellybeans
Have to eat them all in just one sitting
Everything it seems i like's a little bit sweeter
A little bit fatter
A little bit harmful for me

And then there's those other things
Which for several reasons we won't mention
Everything about them is a little bit stranger
A little bit harder
A little bit deadly

It isn't very smart
Tends to make one part so broken-hearted

Sitting here remembering me
Always been a shoe made for the city
Go ahead, accuse me of just singing about places
With scrappy boys faces
Have general run of the town
Playing with prodigal songs
Takes a lot of sentimental valiums
Can't expect the world to be your raggedy andy
While running on empty
You little old doll with a frown

You got to keep in the game
Maintaining mystique while facing forward
I suggest a reading of 'a lesson in tightropes'
Or 'surfing your high hopes' or 'adios kansas'

It isn't very smart
Tends to make one part so broken-hearted

Still there's not a show on my back
Holes or a friendly intervention
I'm just a little bit heiress, a little bit irish
A little bit tower of pisa whenever i see you
So please be kind if i'm a mess
Cigarettes and chocolate milk

Não é o poema do dia / mas lá que podia, podia Um poema por dia #4

“Your words are my food, your breath my wine. You are everything to me.”

Sarah Bernhardt

Um poema por dia... #3

A Supermarket in California
by Allen Ginsberg
What thoughts I have of you tonight, Walt Whitman, for I walked down the sidestreets under the trees with a headache self-conscious looking at the full moon. In my hungry fatigue, and shopping for images, I went into the neon fruit supermarket, dreaming of your enumerations! What peaches and what penumbras! Whole families shopping at night! Aisles full of husbands! Wives in the avocados, babies in the tomatoes! --and you, García Lorca, what were you doing down by the watermelons? I saw you, Walt Whitman, childless, lonely old grubber, poking among the meats in the refrigerator and eyeing the grocery boys. I heard you asking questions of each: Who killed the pork chops? What price bananas? Are you my Angel? I wandered in and out of the brilliant stacks of cans following you, and followed in my imagination by the store detective. We strode down the open corridors together in our solitary fancy tasting artichokes, possessing every frozen delicacy, and never passing the cashier. Where are we going, Walt Whitman? The doors close in a hour. Which way does your beard point tonight? (I touch your book and dream of our odyssey in the supermarket and feel absurd.) Will we walk all night through solitary streets? The trees add shade to shade, lights out in the houses, we'll both be lonely. Will we stroll dreaming of the lost America of love past blue automo- biles in driveways, home to our silent cottage? Ah, dear father, graybeard, lonely old courage-teacher, what America did you have when Charon quit poling his ferry and you got out on a smoking bank and stood watching the boat disappear on the black waters of Lethe? --Berkeley, 1955