domingo, 28 de junho de 2015

Ao Domingo Há Música

Dance me to your beauty with a burning violin
Dance me through the panic 'til I'm gathered safely in
Lift me like an olive branch and be my homeward dove
Dance me to the end of love
Dance me to the end of love
Oh let me see your beauty when the witnesses are gone
Let me feel you moving like they do in Babylon
Show me slowly what I only know the limits of
Dance me to the end of love
Dance me to the end of love
Leonard Cohen


Não sabemos por que  nos emocionamos perante um pôr-de-sol; por que nos encantamos com o sorriso de uma criança; por que cantamos quando o amor chega; por que choramos perante o nascimento de um filho; por que dançamos nos dias de alegria; por que bradamos quando a ira nos apanha; por que somos tão pouco perante a transitoriedade da vida; por que nos excedemos perante a ignóbil injustiça;  por que nos damos ao sonho para espantar a amargura; por  que sorrimos ao  falso bem quando o engano se vislumbra; por que praguejamos quando  a  inquietude cresce sem mesura; por que nos levantamos quando estamos a  sucumbir ; por que nos deixamos tocar pelo outro? 
Tanta incógnita que faz de nós aquilo que somos. Seres diferentes e tão iguais na vulnerabilidade que nos veste. Seres sensíveis feitos de barro e de precariedade. Caminhamos  em rotas que vamos construindo e onde  nos cruzamos. E ao cruzarmo-nos, damo-nos a conhecer. 
Leonard Cohen cruzou o meu caminho há muitos anos. A sua voz envolveu-me  e ficou para sempre no meu repositório musical. 
Leonard Cohen  nasceu em 1934, no Canadá , em Montreal. Quando decidiu cantar já era um poeta e escritor com obra publicada e reconhecida. Em 2011, foi o vencedor do Prémio Príncipe das Astúrias das Letras.
Songs of Leonard Cohen foi o seu álbum de estreia,  lançado em 1967. Foi o começo de uma grande carreira musical. Dono de uma voz peculiar, rouca e forte, lançou uma obra musical de vasto sucesso. Aos 84 anos, continua activo e a cativar-nos . Eis algumas canções, em jeito de rememoração selectiva.
"Dance Me To The End Of Love" por Leonard Cohen no Jools Holland Show

"Dance Me To The End Of Love"
Dance me to your beauty with a burning violin
Dance me through the panic 'til I'm gathered safely in
Lift me like an olive branch and be my homeward dove
Dance me to the end of love
Dance me to the end of love
Oh let me see your beauty when the witnesses are gone
Let me feel you moving like they do in Babylon
Show me slowly what I only know the limits of
Dance me to the end of love
Dance me to the end of love

Dance me to the wedding now, dance me on and on
Dance me very tenderly and dance me very long
We're both of us beneath our love, we're both of us above
Dance me to the end of love
Dance me to the end of love

Dance me to the children who are asking to be born
Dance me through the curtains that our kisses have outworn
Raise a tent of shelter now, though every thread is torn
Dance me to the end of love

Dance me to your beauty with a burning violin
Dance me through the panic till I'm gathered safely in
Touch me with your naked hand or touch me with your glove
Dance me to the end of love
Dance me to the end of love
Dance me to the end of love
Leonard Cohen

- Leonard Cohen e The Webb Sisters , em  If it Be Your Will ( Live in London 2009 )

 If it be your will 
That I speak no more 
And my voice be still 
As it was before 
I will speak no more 
I shall abide until 
I am spoken for 
If it be your will 
If it be your will 
That a voice be true 
From this broken hill 
I will sing to you 
From this broken hill 
All your praises they shall ring 
If it be your will 
To let me sing 
From this broken hill 
All your praises they shall ring 
If it be your will 
To let me sing 

If it be your will 
If there is a choice 
Let the rivers fill 
Let the hills rejoice 
Let your mercy spill 
On all these burning hearts in hell 
If it be your will 
To make us well 

And draw us near 
And bind us tight 
All your children here 
In their rags of light 
In our rags of light 
All dressed to kill 
And end this night 
If it be your will
If it be your wïll.
Leonard Cohen

- Leonard Cohen , em A Thousand kisses deep.

A Thousand kisses deep
The ponies run, the girls are young,
The odds are there to beat.
You win a while, and then it's done
Your little winning streak.
And summoned now to deal
With your invincible defeat,
You live your life as if it's real,
A Thousand Kisses Deep.

I'm turning tricks, I'm getting fixed,
I'm back on Boogie Street.
You lose your grip, and then you slip
Into the Masterpiece.
And maybe I had miles to drive,
And promises to keep:
You ditch it all to stay alive,
A Thousand Kisses Deep.

And sometimes when the night is slow,
The wretched and the meek,
We gather up our hearts and go,
A Thousand Kisses Deep.

Confined to sex, we pressed against
The limits of the sea:
I saw there were no oceans left
For scavengers like me.
I made it to the forward deck.
I blessed our remnant fleet
And then consented to be wrecked,
A Thousand Kisses Deep.

I'm turning tricks, I'm getting fixed,
I'm back on Boogie Street.
I guess they won't exchange the gifts
That you were meant to keep.
And quiet is the thought of you,
The file on you complete,
Except what we forgot to do,
A Thousand Kisses Deep.

And sometimes when the night is slow,
The wretched and the meek,
We gather up our hearts and go,
A Thousand Kisses Deep.

The ponies run, the girls are young,
The odds are there to beat
Leonard Cohen

- Leonard Cohen, em  You Got Me Singing.

You Got Me Singing 
You got me singing
Even tho’ the news is bad
You got me singing
The only song I ever had

You got me singing
Ever since the river died
You got me thinking
Of the places we could hide

You got me singing
Even though the world is gone
You got me thinking
I’d like to carry on

You got me singing
Even tho’ it all looks grim
You got me singing
The Hallelujah hymn

You got me singing
Like a prisoner in a jail
You got me singing
Like my pardon’s in the mail

You got me wishing
Our little love would last
You got me thinking
Like those people of the past
Leonard Cohen

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