Marianne Faithfull. Μας χάρισε (μεταξύ των άλλων) δύο εξαίσια κομμάτια.
Το πρώτο, για μία γυναίκα και μόνο. τη Nico. Που τα είχε όλα και τόσο γρήγορα έφθασε στο μηδέν. . Εγραψα γι' αυτήν στο προ-προηγούμενο ποστ. Marianne Faithfull - Song for nico
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Born in 1938
A good year for the Reich.
She could not participate
She didn't have the right.
For she was fatherless in the Fatherland.
Now it's 1966
Andrew's up to all his tricks.
And when Brian Jones is near
Nico doesn't feel so queer;
She's in the shit, though she's innocent —
Yesterday is gone,
There's just today — No tomorrow.
Yesterday is gone,
There's just today — No more ...
Now it's Andy Warhol's time
Mystic 60's on a dime.
Though she kinda likes Lou Reed —
She doesn't really have the need.
Already in the shit, though she's innocent.
And now she doesn't know
What it is she wants
And where she wants to go
And will Delon be still a cunt.
Yes, she's in the shit, though she is innocent.
Yesterday is gone
There's just today
No tomorrow.
Yesterday is gone
There's just today
No more.
Yesterday is gone
There's just today
No tomorrow.
Yesterday is gone
There's just today
No more.
Da da da da da
Da da da da da
Da da da da da.
Da da da da da
Da da da da
Da da.
Da da da da da
Da da da da da
Da da da da da.
Da da da da da
Da da da da da
Da da.
[Song For Nico Lyrics on
http://www.lyricsmania.com/ ]
και τό δεύτερο ... για πολλές - πολλές γυναίκες ... σε πολλά - πολλά μέρη και σε πολλές πολλές εποχές που δεν έχουν τα όνειρά τους. Marianne Faithfull - The Ballad Of Lucy Jordan
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The morning sun touched lightly on the eyes of lucy jordan
In a white suburban bedroom in a white suburban town
As she lay there 'neath the covers dreaming of a thousand lovers
Till the world turned to orange and the room went spinning round.
At the age of thirty-seven she realised she'd never
Ride through paris in a sports car with the warm wind in her hair.
So she let the phone keep ringing and she sat there softly singing
Little nursery rhymes she'd memorised in her daddy's easy chair.
Her husband, he's off to work and the kids are off to school,
And there are, oh, so many ways for her to spend the day.
She could clean the house for hours or rearrange the flowers
Or run naked through the shady street screaming all the way.
At the age of thirty-seven she realised she'd never
Ride through paris in a sports car with the warm wind in her hair
So she let the phone keep ringing as she sat there softly singing
Pretty nursery rhymes she'd memorised in her daddy's easy chair.
The evening sun touched gently on the eyes of lucy jordan
On the roof top where she climbed when all the laughter grew too loud
And she bowed and curtsied to the man who reached and offered her his hand,
And he led her down to the long white car that waited past the crowd.
At the age of thirty-seven she knew she'd found forever
As she rode along through paris with the warm wind in her hair...
[The Ballad Of Lucy Jordan Lyrics on
http://www.lyricsmania.com/ ]
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