Dinsdag 25 juli 1989
Mary Ann
Dit blog (met dank aan seniorennet) is enkel voor NIET-commerciële doeleinden.
Alle songteksten zijn uitsluitend eigendom van hun respectievelijke copyright eigenaars; dus ga de muziek kopen die je mooi vindt, zo steun je de artiest.
NON-profit, non-commercial blog, to help preserve the songs of our youth; hence for entertainment only.
All lyrics are the copyright of their respective owners; you are encouraged to go buy their music.
Mary Ann
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Dinsdag 25 juli 1989
Pouet Pouet
Pouet Pouet
Composer(s): André Barde; Maurice Yvain
Performer(s): André Bourvil;
Georges Milton; Emile Vacher
Dans les bagnoles aujourd'hui
C'est la poule qui conduit
L'monsieur roul'des yeux d'veau
Pendant qu'ell'pilot' sa cinq ch'vaux
Il a l'air embêté
Assis à ses côtés
Et quand ell'serr' les freins
Il serr'autr'chose sans entrain
Il lui faut du courage
Lorsqu'ell' prend ses virages
Quand moi, j'en vois
A un croisement du bois
Qui fonc' sur moi viv'ment, je n'l'engueul' pas
Mais galamment
Je lui fais "Pouet Pouet"! Elle me fait "Pouet Pouet"!
On se fait "Pouet Pouet" et puis ça y est
Je souris "Pouet Pouet"! Elle sourit "Pouet Pouet"!
On sourit "Pouet Pouet"! On s'est compris
Alors le monsieur qui l' voit fait un' sal' trompette
Y en a même quelquefois plus d'un qui rouspète
Je lui fais "Pouet Pouet"! Ell' me fait "Pouet Pouet"!
Jadis on s' faisait la cour
Avant d' parler d'amour
Ça durait trop longtemps
Rien qu' sur la pluie et le beau temps
Ce n'est que le lend' main
Qu'on se baisait la main
Et quinze jours après
Qu'on s'embrassait d'un peu plus près
Moi,quand un' femme m'excite
J'y vais beaucoup plus vite
Mon r' gard sans r' tard
Lui flanque un coup d' poignard
Je lis au fond d' ses yeux
J'en dis pas plus ça vaut mieux
Je lui fais "Pouet Pouet"! ell' me fait "Pouet Pouet"!
On se fait "Pouet Pouet"! et puis ça y est !
Je souris "Pouet Pouet"! elle sourit "Pouet Pouet"!
On sourit "Pouet Pouet"! on s'est compris!
Et quand j'lui ai bien chanté ma petit' romance
Ell' dit d'un air enchanté j' voudrais qu' tu r' commences
Je lui r' fais "Pouet Pouet"! ell' me r' fait "Pouet Pouet"!
On se r' fait "Pouet Pouet"! et puis ça y est!
Maandag 24 juli 1989
So Long (Ruth Brown)
So Long
Composer(s): Remus Harris - Irving Melsher - Russ Morgan
Performer(s): Ruth Brown
and multiple other artists
So long
Hope we'll meet again some day
Hope that maybe then you'll say
"Darling, I was wrong"
So long,
Gee, I hate to see you go
You're the world to me you know
You've been mine so long
All alone,
With my memories of you
I can see that you're lonely too
You're my own
Eventhough we're far apart
I will keep you right here in my heart
So long, so long
Though you leave me here to cry
This can never ever be "goodbye"
We'll just say so long
Though you leave me here to cry
This can never ever be "goodbye"
We'll just say so long
Maandag 24 juli 1989
Pouce, Au Revoir
Pouce, Au Revoir
English Title: Time To Change
Composer(s): Françoise Hardy; Jean-Pierre Castelain
Performer(s): Françoise Hardy
On fait tout beaucoup trop vite
Et pas bien
On se prend et on se quitte
C'est pour rien
Quand on voit tous les gens
Ils ne pensent qu'à l'argent
Ils sont de plus en plus bêtes et méchants
Moi aussi et je me sens si fatiguée
Je voudrais m'arrêter sur ton oreiller
Tous ces trains qui partent pour nulle part
Trop tôt, trop tard
Ça donne le cafard
Je voudrais en finir
Arrêter de courir
Je voudrais pouvoir dire
Pouce, au revoir
Je voudrais me blottir
Dans tes bras et dormir
Je voudrais pouvoir dire
Pouce, au revoir
On est mal et on a mal
Tout le temps
On se perd dans du banal
Dans du vent
Les gens sont des moutons
Ils tournent tous en rond
Quoi qu'ils fassent
Ils savent que leur compte est bon
Moi aussi et je me sens si fatiguée
Je voudrais m'arrêter sur ton oreiller
Tous ces trains qui partent pour nulle part
Trop tôt, trop tard
Ça donne le cafard
Je voudrais en finir
Arrêter de courir
Je voudrais pouvoir dire
Pouce, au revoir
Je voudrais me blottir
Dans tes bras et dormir
Je voudrais pouvoir dire
Pouce, au revoir
Zondag 23 juli 1989
So Long (Fisher-Z)
So Long
Composer(s): John Watts
Performer(s): Fisher-Z
When I read your letter I couldn't believe that you'd gone
I dialed your number but no one answered the phone
I asked your friends to tell me if they knew where you were
they said they thought that you were ill
I hired a detective to try and find out where you are
he managed to trace you, he said you were living in France
a watchman saw you climb into someone else's car
and drive off laughing in the night
Why didn't you tell me
not leave me this way
oooh, you could have told me
not waited for so long
I tried to forget you but I find myself walking the street
I went to the doctor and he gave me something to sleep
I've sent you telegrams but you haven't answered one
your mother told me I best leave you well alone
I hope you're satisfied, now you've done this thing to me
I hope you're pleased with what you've done
Why didn't you tell me
not leave me this way
oooh, you could have told me
not waited for so long
For so long, I never realized just exactly who you were
for so long, I never realized the girl I had before
for so long, I hope you're satisfied, you won't hear from me again
for so long, I hope you're pleased with what you'd done
Why didnt you tell me
not leave me this way
oooh, you should have told me
not waited for so long
Zondag 23 juli 1989
Potemkine
Potemkine
Composer(s): Georges Coulonges; Jean Ferrat
Performer(s): Jean Ferrat
M'en voudrez vous beaucoup si je vous dis un monde
Qui chante au fond de moi au bruit de l'océan
M'en voudrez vous beaucoup si la révolte gronde
Dans ce nom que je dis au vent des quatre vents
Ma mémoire chante en sourdine
Potemkine
Ils étaient des marins durs à la discipline
Ils étaient des marins, ils étaient des guerriers
Et le coeur d'un marin au grand vent se burine
Ils étaient des marins sur un grand cuirassé
Sur les flots je t'imagine
Potemkine
M'en voudrez vous beaucoup si je vous dis un monde
Où celui qui a faim va être fusillé
Le crime se prépare et la mer est profonde
Que face aux révoltés montent les fusiliers
C'est mon frère qu'on assassine
Potemkine
Mon frère, mon ami, mon fils, mon camarade
Tu ne tireras pas sur qui souffre et se plaint
Mon frère, mon ami, je te fais notre alcade
Marin ne tire pas sur un autre marin
Ils tournèrent leurs carabines
Potemkine
M'en voudrez vous beaucoup si je vous dis un monde
Où l'on punit ainsi qui veut donner la mort
M'en voudrez vous beaucoup si je vous dis un monde
Où l'on n'est pas toujours du côté du plus fort
Ce soir j'aime la marine
Potemkine
Zaterdag 22 juli 1989
So Long (Fats Domino)
So Long
Composer(s): Fats Domino - Dave Bartholomew
Performer(s): Fats Domino
So long, don't know where I'm going
But so long, you know you done me wrong
So long, because I know I'm not the one
Goodbye, please tell me why
Goodbye, you always make me cry
Oh why, why are you never satisfied
So long, I'm all packed up and on my way
So long, you'll need me some ol' sunny day
So long, yes I'm, I'm going to stay
Zaterdag 22 juli 1989
Postures (Leave Your Body Behind)
Postures (Leave Your Body Behind)
Composer(s): Roky Erickson; Tommy Hall
Performer(s): 13th Floor Elevators; Chris Thomas
You're moving, keep climbimg
You're moving, keep climbimg
You're wonderin'
(You're moving, keep climbimg)
What's on your mind
(You're moving, keep climbimg)
It's the one keystone people keep trying to find
(You're moving, keep climbimg)
(You're moving, keep climbimg)
The state of mind that puts you there
And evolution's everywhere
it's creeping back from the affair
So leave! Leave! Leave!
Leave your body behind
Leave, Leave, Leave!
Leave your body behind
Yes, yes, yes
You can always come back
To live the desire you want on your track
Live the love that gives it's return
The higher you're livin', now, the purer it burns
So keep climbin'
(Ooo, that energy's higher)
Keep on climbin'
(Your sun catches on fire)
Keep climbin' and bathe in the sun
The dawns and the darkness
Watch, the journey's begun
Remember, remember
Why can't you remember?
Remember that we're fallin'
Indifference from the love
It's only habit circumstance that fits you like a glove
Remember, that we're callin' in every cast to learn
It's spoken in the voices of the holy sound you earn
You've got to remember, remember
You're form' can move
You're shape is composed of edges
You're form you can move
Edges and ridges of your own energy!
Your own energy!
Your own energy!
Just a motion you feel
(You're moving, keep climbing)
And you're wonderin'
(You're moving, keep climbimg)
Who searched for this?
(You're moving, keep climbimg)
Only higher resistant consciousness and bliss
(You're moving, keep climbimg)
By feeling more love for the sense world you're seeing
You raise sense your income and your level of being
By finer and finer
And finer agreeing you
Leave!
Leave, Leave!
Leave your body behind!
Leave, Leave, Leave!
Leave your body behind!
Yes, yes, yes attention comes back
You focus on anchors
You have what you lack
Live the love each thought form returns
Graze in the judgement of the ether that burns!
So keep climbin'
(Ooo, your energy's higher!)
Keep on climbin'
(Your sun catches on fire!)
Keep climbin'
The sun fills so soon
And gathers the clouds into a heavenly moon
Remember, remember
Why can't you remember?
Remember we're bombarded
The downpour of the word
The outside means lock us in so all else seems absurd
Remember things regarding
Are terminals like you
For terminals discharge against each other
And balance syphoning through
You've got to remember!
Remember!
You're form' can move
You're shape is composed of edges
You're form you can move
Edges and ridges of your own energy!
Your own energy!
Your own energy!
Just a motion you feel
(You're moving, keep climbimg)
(You're moving, keep climbimg)
And you're body and mind are one
(You're moving, keep climbing)
Your heart like cool ashes
(You're moving, keep climbing)
The life sprays through your nippled eyes
Like ribbon through your lashes
It ripples down with your heart's clear
you're mixed in two
The poisoned ear
The love you feel is love you hear
You leave!
Leave! Leave!
Leave your body behind!
Leave! Leave! Leave!
Leave your body behind!
Remember, Remember, Remember, Remember
Keep on climbin'
Keep on climbin'
Vrijdag 21 juli 1989
Oliver
Oliver
Composer(s): Anita Skorgan - Philip Kruse
First performance by: Anita Skorgan - 1979
(Vil du, vil du ha neste dans?)
(Vil du, vil du ha neste dans med meg?)
Dans med meg, Oliver, Oliver
Dans, nå er sjansen din
Dans med meg, Oliver, Oliver
La neste dans, la neste dans bli min
Diskoteket er høyt
En tåke av røyk ligger overalt
I mengden leter jeg etter deg
Fire uker i dag siden vi skilte lag
Du er vel lykk'lig nå?
Men hvis du går forbi vil jeg si
(Vil du ha neste dans?)
Dans med meg, Oliver, Oliver
Dans, nå er sjansen din
Dans med meg, Oliver, Oliver
La neste dans, la neste dans bli min
Oliver...
Moteriktig og 'in'
Ja, så viktig og fin man kan bli av klær
Men nå er klovnen visst ganske trist
Ooh... kommer du også hit når kostymet er slitt
Og folk ser hvem du er?
Da er du på min dør sånn som før
(Vil du ha neste dans?)
Dans med meg, Oliver, Oliver
Dans, nå er sjansen din
Dans med meg, Oliver, Oliver
Gi meg en dans, dans med meg nå
Dans med meg, Oliver, Oliver
Dans, ta en sjans med meg
Dans med meg, Oliver, Oliver
La neste dans, la neste dans bli min
(Dans med meg, Oliver, Oliver)
Dans, ta en sjans med meg
Dans med meg, Oliver, Oliver
La neste dans, la neste dans bli min
(Dans med meg, Oliver, Oliver)
Dans, ta en sjans med meg
Dans med meg, Oliver, Oliver
La neste dans, la neste dans bli min
(Dans med meg, Oliver, Oliver)
Dans, ta en sjans med meg
Dans med meg, Oliver, Oliver
La neste dans, la neste dans...
Vrijdag 21 juli 1989
Postman Pat
Postman Pat
Composer(s): Bryan Daly
Performer(s): Ken Barrie;
and various other artists
Postman Pat, Postman Pat
Postman Pat and his black and white cat
Early in the morning
Just as day is dawning
He picks up all the post bags in his van
Postman Pat, Postman Pat
Postman Pat and his black and white cat
All the birds are singing
And the day is just beginning
Pat feels he's a really happy man
Everybody knows, his bright red van
All his friends will smile as he waves to greet them
Maybe
You can never be sure
They'll be knock
Ring
Letters through your door
Hay hay
Postman Pat, Postman Pat
Postman Pat and his black and white cat
All the birds are singing
And the day is just beginning
Pat feels he's a really happy man
Pat feels he's a really happy man
Pat feels he's a really happy man
Vrijdag 21 juli 1989
Postman Pat
Postman Pat
Composer(s): Bryan Daly
Performer(s): Ken Barrie;
and various other artists
Postman Pat, Postman Pat
Postman Pat and his black and white cat
Early in the morning
Just as day is dawning
He picks up all the post bags in his van
Postman Pat, Postman Pat
Postman Pat and his black and white cat
All the birds are singing
And the day is just beginning
Pat feels he's a really happy man
Everybody knows, his bright red van
All his friends will smile as he waves to greet them
Maybe
You can never be sure
They'll be knock
Ring
Letters through your door
Hay hay
Postman Pat, Postman Pat
Postman Pat and his black and white cat
All the birds are singing
And the day is just beginning
Pat feels he's a really happy man
Pat feels he's a really happy man
Pat feels he's a really happy man
Donderdag 20 juli 1989
So Little Time (Duke Ellington)
So Little Time
Composer(s): Dimitri Tiomkin - Paul Francis Webster
Performer(s): Duke Ellington; Nancy Marano
So little time to let you know how much I love you
So little time to let you know how much I care
And though I try to make believe this love of ours will last forever
It's just my heart that I deceive because I know, oh, yes I know
This sad old world when we are gone will go on spinning
These very stars when we are gone will shine as bright
So hold me in your arms until tomorrow
For there's so little time, so little time tonight
(These very stars when we are gone will shine as bright)
So hold me in your arms until tomorrow
For there's so little time (so little time)
So little time tonight
Donderdag 20 juli 1989
Poster
Poster
Composer(s): Claudio Baglioni; Antonio Coggio
Performer(s): Claudio Baglioni (Italy);
and various other artists
Seduto con le mani in mano
sopra una panchina fredda del metro
sei lì che aspetti quello delle 7.30
chiuso dentro il tuo paletot
Un tizio legge attento le istruzioni
sul distributore del caffè
e un bambino che si tuffa dentro a un bignè
E l'orologio contro il muro
segna l'una e dieci da due anni in qua
il nome di questa stazione
è mezzo cancellato dall'umidità
Un poster che qualcuno ha già scarabocchiato
dice "Vieni in Tunisia
c'è un mare di velluto ed una palma
e tu che sogni di fuggire via...
di andare lontano, lontano...
E da una radiolina accesa
arrivano le note di un'orchestra jazz
Un vecchio con gli occhiali spessi un dito
cerca la risoluzione a un quiz
Due donne stan parlando
con le braccia piene di sacchetti dell'UPIM
E un giornale è aperto sulla pagina dei films
E sui binari quanta vita che è passata e quanta che ne passerà
E due ragazzi stretti stretti
che si fan promesse per l'eternità
Un uomo si lamenta ad alta voce
del governo e della polizia.
E tu che intanto sogni ancora
sogni sempre, sogni di fuggire via...
di andare lontano, lontano...
andare lontano, lontano...
Sei li che aspetti quello delle 7,30
chiuso dentro il tuo paletot
seduto sopra una panchina fredda del metro
Woensdag 19 juli 1989
So Little Time (Andy Williams)
So Little Time
Performer(s): Andy Williams
Took a while to drag me out of bed
Aim some coffee at my head
Saw the clock I’m running late
It’s an ordinary day
And I’m like a dog on head
Knock one out and then fall asleep
It’s sad but true
I’d rather be with you
Don’t you forget about me
When you’re a celebrity
It will be only you and me before too long
So little time so much to do
I’d rather spend my days with you
So little time so much to do
I’d like to spend one day with you
And if that day is not enough
Maybe we can stay in touch
But I’m not making plans for tomorrow
For tomorrow never comes
Said I’ve been celibate for years
Not out of chance there’s no-one here
See I can’t get my end away
Another ordinary day
And I’d love to see a little more of you
Your clothes would look better on my bedroom floor...bedroom floor
Don’t you forget about me
When you’re a celebrity
I know you’re busy
But we all need somebody - before too long
It’s in your eyes, oooooh...
Woensdag 19 juli 1989
Poste Restante
Poste Restante
Composer(s): Guy Béart
Performer(s): Guy Béart
On s'écrivait de tendres choses
Des mots pervers mais innocents
Et rouges comme notre sang
De les redire ici je n'ose
J'ai tenté de brûler ces pages
Rien à faire et je les relis
Tes arrondis les yeux remplis
De ces courbes à ton image
{Refrain:}
On s'écrivait poste restante
Au rendez-vous des apprentis
Au rendez-vous des sans-logis
Que sont les amours débutantes
Quand tu me griffais de ta plume
Je restais tout pale interdit
Sous ta griffe encore aujourd'hui
Ma fièvre ancienne se rallume
Depuis lors sous d'autres couleurs
J'ai battu je me suis fait battre
Ta guerre seule est opiniâtre
Tu m'avais fait battre le cœur
{au Refrain}
Un jour ma lettre me revint
Tu n'allais plus jusqu'à la poste
Tu avais déserté le poste
Et mes lettres partaient en vain
Et revenaient me prendre ailleurs
Ici là je changeais d'adresse
Et m'atteignaient dans ma détresse
Tous ces "retours à l'envoyeur"
{au Refrain}
Que monte une flamme nouvelle
Sur cette cendre désormais
Si tu vois combien je t'aimais
Entre tes lignes se révèle
Ce qu'hier je n'ai pas su lire
Il faut du temps pour faire un cœur
N'as-tu pas détruit par rancœur
Ce qu'hier je n'ai pas su dire
{au Refrain}
Dinsdag 18 juli 1989
Satellit
Satellit
Composer(s): Kenneth Gärdestad - Ted Gärdestad
First performance by: Ted Gärdestad - 1979
Du, har stått vid horisonten
Du, har tittat mot havet om jorden var rund
Men allt som du såg va en båt som försvann
I dimman som rullade fram
Jag, är inte rädd att flyga
Jag, för ovanför molnen står himlen på glänt
Som jorden och månen vi dras till varann
Men håll mig så hårt som du kan
Jag känner mig som en
Satellit, satellit, Oooh...
som en satellit högt upp i det blå
Satellit, satellit, Oooh...
som en satellit, nu kan jag förstå
Åh, vad världen är liten ändå
(Högt i det blå)
Vi, har gått omkring på jorden
Vi, har dragit vår frihet på släp överallt
Och solen har värmt oss, men när den går ner
Behöver jag värmen du ger
Åh, jag känner mig som en
Satellit, satellit, Oooh...
som en satellit högt upp i det blå
Satellit, satellit, Oooh...
som en satellit, nu kan jag förstå
Åh, vad världen är liten ändå
Satellit, satellit, Oooh...
som en satellit högt upp i det blå
Satellit, satellit, Oooh...
som en satellit, nu kan jag förstå
Åh, vad världen är liten ändå
(Högt i det blå)
Satellit, satellit, Oooh...
som en satellit högt upp i det blå
Satellit, satellit, Oooh...
som en satellit, nu kan jag förstå
Satellit, satellit, Oooh...
som en satellit högt upp i det blå
Satellit, satellit, Oooh...
som en satellit, nu kan jag förstå
Satellit, satellit, Oooh...
som en satellit högt upp i det blå
Satellit, satellit, Oooh...
som en satellit, nu kan jag förstå
Dinsdag 18 juli 1989
Postcard To Hawaii
Postcard To Hawaii
Performer(s): Moondog
Are you trying to say okole maluna?
Oh is that it?
Like bottoms up?
Yeah
Like in cheers?
Yeah
Huh, yeah okole maluna
Alohhhhaaaaaa!
I turn on the TV
it messes with my head
There's too many crazies on the streets
With guns for shooting
drugs for tooting
mobile phones and high polluting cars
Seems like a waste of time to me
So sit me down at a luau,
I wanna go but I don't know how
See those palm trees a swayin'
When I get there
I'll know I'll be stayin'
If I never come back
I'll be on a beach where no-one can find me
And if I never come back
send me a postcard to Hawaii
The country life just bores me
it's full of old rock stars
The south of France is pretty much the same
All those wanna-be's and should-have-been and could-have-been contenders
Seems like a dull place to me
I wanna go where the sun always shines
and the water is blue
Fill me up with Hawaiian love
so I can send it on back to you
Aloha nui loa, okole maluna
Aloha nui loa, okole maluna
(translation: Much love, cheers)
Back when be was a swingin thing
me never know much better
Me used to fly right past Hawaii
on my way to Jamaica
One day me wake up
when me see the hips a swayin'
And if you want to find me
it's with Hawaiian girls me are playing
Alohhhhaaaaaa!
Hoomalimali hoomalimali wahine,
Alohhhhaaaaaa!
Hoomalimali hoomalimali wahine
(translation: Sweet talk, young girl)
And if I never come back
I'll be on a beach where no-one can find me
And if I never come back
send me a postcard to Hawaii
If I never come back
I'll be on a beach where no-one can find me
And if I never come back
send me a postcard to Hawaii
In the sun
I will come
to see Hawaii
In the sun
I will come
to see Hawaii
In the sun
I will come
to see Hawaii
Maandag 17 juli 1989
So Ist Eben Hollywood
So Ist Eben Hollywood
(Adapted from: Say Goodbye To Hollywood - 1976)
Composer(s): Billy Joel; Michael Kunze
Performer(s): Helena Vondrácková - 1979
Howie fährt in einem Cabriolet, weiss wie Schnee
Auf dem Sunset Boulevard
Zwar hat er den Wagen bloss ausgeliehen
Doch in ihm fühlt er sich als Superstar
So ist eben Hollywood, alles ist Fassade
So ist eben Hollywood, nur ein Film in Farbe
Johnny sagt, er sei Musikproduzent, ein Talent
Das erkenne er sofort
Morgen fräst er wieder in der Fabrik
Stück für Stück schwarze Scheiben im Akkord
So ist eben Hollywood, alles ist Fassade
So ist eben Hollywood, nur ein Film in Farbe
Jeder ist je dein Freund, doch in der Not
Lässt jeder dich alleine
Du suchst etwas das bleibt
Doch alles was du dir finden kannst sind Träume
Nur Träume
Billy ist braun gebrannt, ein Kerl wie ein Baum
Und die Frauen sehen in ihm ein Ideal
Dabei wissen seine Freunde schon lang
Diesem Mann sind die Frauen ganz egal
So ist eben Hollywood, alles ist Fassade
So ist eben Hollywood, nur ein Film in Farbe
Jeder ist je dein Freund, doch in der Not
Lässt jeder dich alleine
Du suchst etwas das bleibt
Doch alles was du dir finden kannst sind Träume
Nur Träume
Howie fährt in einem Cabriolet, weiss wie Schnee
Auf den Sunset Boulevard
Zwar hat er den Wagen bloss ausgeliehen
Doch in ihm fühlt er sich als Superstar
So ist eben Hollywood, alles ist Fassade
So ist eben Hollywood, nur ein Film in Farbe
Maandag 17 juli 1989
Postales Del Alma
Postales Del Alma
Composer(s): Abonizio; Vitale; Gonzalez
Performer(s): Juan Carlos Baglietto
Nací de noche casi maullando
como los gatos del arrabal
La luna en fuego y las tres Marias
que me cantaban "no llores màs"
El sueño grande, la casa chica
bramaba cerca el ferrocarril
Grillos y sapos, lechuzas tuertas
fueron la orquesta que dirigì
Cayeron lluvias de agua y de balas
salvé la vida porque hubo un dios
Silbé las letras y a mi guitarra
el encordado se le enlutò
Hoy canto algunas cantando aquellas
Canto por nadie, canto por vos
Postales mìas del alma viva
fotografiando lo que yo soy
Una canción de cuna a transistores
folclore, tango y el locutor
Mitad "Spiker" y mitad fantasma
una postal del alma era su voz
Pero un sonido alucinatorio
mi dormitorio electrificó
Y el barrio entero bailó esa noche
la chacarera de otra nación
Y en esa esquina de nombre antiguo
mi luna silba en el callejòn
Las tres Marias ya se casaron
y oyen por radio la evocaciòn
Tienen maridos con vìas làcteas
y una familia tan estelar
Polvo de estrellas que hoy me titila
sobre el costado de esta postal
Mezclamos vino en un mismo vaso
mi hijo hoy canta como un violín
Nana de cuna sin transistores
es la mejor canciòn que escribí
Zondag 16 juli 1989
Colorado (Xandra)
