(Robert Gober, "Untitled", 2000)
RAMAGEM
deixa que a casa se revele
como um véu inacabado o
casamento das paredes com
a respiração da escrivaninha
cerrada.
abre as cartas e limpa as
mãos ao cobertor deixa-me
ser os olhos de quem não vê
o verso exposto na ramagem
do sangue.
Jorge Vicente
Who wants to be my femme fatale?
(Nico)
FEMME FATALE (lyrics by Lou Reed, vocals by Nico)
"Here she comes,
You'd better watch your step,
She's going to break your heart in two,
It's true.
It's not hard to realize,
Just look into her false colored eyes,
She'll build you up to just put you down,
What a clown.
'Cause everybody knows
She's a femme fatale
The things she does to please
She's a femme fatale
She's just a little tease
She's a femme fatale
See the way she walks
Hear the way she talks.
You're written in her book,
You're number thirty-seven, have a look.
She's going to smile to make you frown,
What a clown.
Little boy, she's from the street.
Before you start you are already beat.
She's going to play you for a fool,
Yes it's true.
'Cause everybody knows
She's a femme fatale
The things she does to please
She's a femme fatale
She's just a little tease
She's a femme fatale
See the way she walks,
Hear the way she talks.
'Cause everybody knows
She's a femme fatale
The things she does to please
She's a femme fatale
She's just a little tease
She's a femme fatale
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
She's a femme fatale
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
She's a femme fatale
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
She's a femme fatale
Oh ..."
THE VELVET UNDERGROUND
(Nico)
FEMME FATALE (lyrics by Lou Reed, vocals by Nico)
"Here she comes,
You'd better watch your step,
She's going to break your heart in two,
It's true.
It's not hard to realize,
Just look into her false colored eyes,
She'll build you up to just put you down,
What a clown.
'Cause everybody knows
She's a femme fatale
The things she does to please
She's a femme fatale
She's just a little tease
She's a femme fatale
See the way she walks
Hear the way she talks.
You're written in her book,
You're number thirty-seven, have a look.
She's going to smile to make you frown,
What a clown.
Little boy, she's from the street.
Before you start you are already beat.
She's going to play you for a fool,
Yes it's true.
'Cause everybody knows
She's a femme fatale
The things she does to please
She's a femme fatale
She's just a little tease
She's a femme fatale
See the way she walks,
Hear the way she talks.
'Cause everybody knows
She's a femme fatale
The things she does to please
She's a femme fatale
She's just a little tease
She's a femme fatale
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
She's a femme fatale
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
She's a femme fatale
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
She's a femme fatale
Oh ..."
THE VELVET UNDERGROUND
(quadro de Tom Hamp, Where They Came)
ERMIDA
dois corpos são dois
pássaros
pousados no limiar de
uma sombra,
à revelia da luz que
se esconde
no interior da ermida
velha.
no lugar onde deus se retrai
só existem homens
e pássaros escondidos na
mobília gasta, com
a candeia acesa por gestos
troveja a voz como cai a
chuva de verão,
e os deuses ascendem os
olhos como
duas nuvens acabadas de formar.
por detrás do ermitério
mil anos de palavras
reticentes como se
o anjo não percebesse o mantra
e o alumiasse por dentro
dos seus olhos.
Jorge Vicente
For those who like contemporary folk music, here is the lyrics of "Prairie Town", included on the Wailin' Jennys new CD, Firecracker. It's excellent.
PRAIRIE TOWN
"When it rains it snows in this prairie town
There's a good three inches on the ground
It seems I'll be losing any peace I've found
I see your face all over this town
But I know you're nowhere to be found
You're far away, you're safe and sound
Far from this prairie town
Far from this prairie town
So leaving seems the thing to do
When I'm here I'm lost in thoughts of you
And in my dreams I'm city bound
But if you ask me to come to you
To leave these fields and these skies of blue
You know I'd be leaving my sacred ground
Leaving this prairie town
Leaving this prairie town
No one's love comes close to yours
Nothing's what it was before
My eyes are heavy and my heart is sore
Leaving this prairie town
Leaving this prairie town
When it rains it snows in this prairie town
And we just watch it fall to the ground
And wait for love to come around
So ask me in that way you do
And I'll leave these fields and I'll come to you
And watch my heart as it breaks in two
I'm leaving this prairie town
I'm leaving this prairie town"
THE WAILIN' JENNYS
(foto de Guy Bordin)
a carne
o lábio gretado no destino
guardado da pele
um corpo
deixado no rebordo de
um castanheiro velho,
antigo como o eram todas
as casas
onde se escondiam o
caldeirão das velhas
a curva da estrada sossega
todos os espíritos,
acirrados pela velha cantoria
do demo,
que é o corpo e a alma
de quem sobrevive
à lenta passagem do tempo
Jorge Vicente
(fotografia de Man Ray "Rayography)
Nada te resta senão o pranto
de quem ficou observando as aves,
soletrando uma oração e uma elegia
em forma de sussurro, como se as
aves migrassem e regressassem
ao mesmo silêncio ensurdecedor
sem tocarem nas flores
o velho herói já caído,
tocando no céu firme e rindo
como os jograis riem quando
descobrem o segredo da memória:
a espada rompe o véu como a voz
rompe a canção assim se descobrem
os reis no espectáculo imenso da casa
velha o castelo, as promessas feitas
na velha lareira de pedra
se tu morreres, promete-me que voltas
e que trazes contigo uma haste
de rosas vermelhas, com as quais
me possa crucificar e atingir-me
com a tua ausência
se viveres, não serás o mesmo
nem a elegia prometerá mais do
que um beijo
Jorge Vicente
