01-05-2013, 02:05 PM
Catalunya por contrabajo triste *// Fashionista Blues (así o así)
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Catalunya, belleza oscura, tiene un resfriado de blue y ahora he sido infectado, mi también …
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dedicado a Carles Benavent y mi fashionista
(desafortunadamente no en català)
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Un diario on a Friday with a cold:
It was a smooth moon of a morning noon,
I was in a mood almost velvety
and that be-
cause of our sun, she
stroked me with her feathers of gold and tender
and encouraged me thusly
to meet my delirious day.
As if
it was about time:
but I yelled back with a
voice a mess of mercy less though
but got up.
I let my fingers by heart learn,
by the heat of my heart, mi corazón,
a new blue blow over funk
and by that heart (a punk of
a tramp and inside sad)
I made them learn it,
learn it by a heart
not mine anymore
because by then she was already gone.
Por eso tengo
I by now have
to rededicate it to
una mujer hermosa y
maravillosa:
La fashionista,
mi nuevo amor.
So my heart sings to her
en su ausencia,
in her absence,
una noche de
primavera azul,
as life pours down on me
sad and drab drops of
a heavy-weight rain
of fear of loss:
temor de pérdida
before we even
found us.
¿Cómo se llama su nuevo amor?
esperanza
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* Catalonia for a standup-bass sad
or
Fashionista Blues
(whatever you prefer)
Catalonia, dark beauty, caught a cold of blue, and now I am infected too, me too.
For Carles Benavent and my fashionista
(unfortunately not in Catalan)
my fingers on a tipsy of a haste wrote the piano blues I refer to (Fashionista Blues) and the intro bass lines Carles plays, match almost exactly the rhythmic pattern of my right hand! It’s too cute because you would think, this rhythm is a left-hand voluminising (adding volume or roundness) growl dancing clumsily , but… enough of that for now. I originally intended to hand my blues over as a present of sounds unkempt to my now-not-and-nevermore lover. Have fun
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Catalunya, belleza oscura, tiene un resfriado de blue y ahora he sido infectado, mi también …
———————————————————————————————————
dedicado a Carles Benavent y mi fashionista
(desafortunadamente no en català)
———————————————————————————————————
Un diario on a Friday with a cold:
It was a smooth moon of a morning noon,
I was in a mood almost velvety
and that be-
cause of our sun, she
stroked me with her feathers of gold and tender
and encouraged me thusly
to meet my delirious day.
As if
it was about time:
but I yelled back with a
voice a mess of mercy less though
but got up.
I let my fingers by heart learn,
by the heat of my heart, mi corazón,
a new blue blow over funk
and by that heart (a punk of
a tramp and inside sad)
I made them learn it,
learn it by a heart
not mine anymore
because by then she was already gone.
Por eso tengo
I by now have
to rededicate it to
una mujer hermosa y
maravillosa:
La fashionista,
mi nuevo amor.
So my heart sings to her
en su ausencia,
in her absence,
una noche de
primavera azul,
as life pours down on me
sad and drab drops of
a heavy-weight rain
of fear of loss:
temor de pérdida
before we even
found us.
¿Cómo se llama su nuevo amor?
esperanza
——————
* Catalonia for a standup-bass sad
or
Fashionista Blues
(whatever you prefer)
Catalonia, dark beauty, caught a cold of blue, and now I am infected too, me too.
For Carles Benavent and my fashionista
(unfortunately not in Catalan)
my fingers on a tipsy of a haste wrote the piano blues I refer to (Fashionista Blues) and the intro bass lines Carles plays, match almost exactly the rhythmic pattern of my right hand! It’s too cute because you would think, this rhythm is a left-hand voluminising (adding volume or roundness) growl dancing clumsily , but… enough of that for now. I originally intended to hand my blues over as a present of sounds unkempt to my now-not-and-nevermore lover. Have fun