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Blog do escritor Luís Soares

The Stranger Song

It's true that all the men you knew were dealers
Who said they were through with dealing
Every time you gave them shelter
I know that kind of man
It's hard to hold the hand of anyone
Who is reaching for the sky just to surrender
Who is reaching for the sky just to surrender

 

And then sweeping up the jokers that he left behind
You find he did not leave you very much not even laughter
Like any dealer he was watching for the card
That is so high and wild
He'll never need to deal another
He was just some Joseph looking for a manger
He was just some Joseph looking for a manger

 

And then leaning on your window sill
He'll say one day you caused his will
To weaken with your love and warmth and shelter
And then taking from his wallet
An old schedule of trains, he'll say
"I told you when I came I was a stranger
I told you when I came I was a stranger"

 

But now another stranger seems
To want you to ignore his dreams
As though they were the burden of some other
O you've seen that man before
His golden arm dispatching cards
But now it's rusted from the elbow to the finger
And he wants to trade the game he plays for shelter
Yes he wants to trade the game he knows for shelter

 

Ah you hate to watch another tired man
Lay down his hand
Like he was giving up the holy game of poker
And while he talks his dreams to sleep
You notice there's a highway
That is curling up like smoke above his shoulder
It's curling just like smoke above his shoulder

 

You tell him to come in sit down
But something makes you turn around
The door is open, you can't close your shelter
You try the handle of the road
It opens do not be afraid
It's you my love, you who are the stranger
It is you my love, you who are the stranger

 

"Well, I've been waitin', I was sure
We'd meet between the trains we're waitin' for
I think it's time to board another
Please understand, I never had a secret chart
To get me to the heart of this
Or any other matter"
When he talks like this you don't know what he's after
When he speaks like this you don't know what he's after

 

"Let's meet tomorrow if you choose
Upon the shore, beneath the bridge
That they are building on some endless river"
Then he leaves the platform
For the sleeping car that's warm
You realize, he's only advertising one more shelter
And it comes to you, he never was a stranger
And you say, "Ok, the bridge or someplace later"

 

And then sweeping up the jokers that he left behind
You find he did not leave you very much not even laughter
Like any dealer he was watching for the card
That is so high and wild
He'll never need to deal another
He was just some Joseph looking for a manger
He was just some Joseph looking for a manger

 

And then leaning on your window sill
He'll say one day you caused his will
To weaken with your love and warmth and shelter
And then taking from his wallet
An old schedule of trains, he'll say
"I told you when I came I was a stranger
I told you when I came I was a stranger
I told you when I came I was a stranger
I told you when I came I was a stranger"

Lisboetas

Autores/Authors - Gaspar Varela/Sebastião Varela

Guitarra Portuguesa/Portuguese Guitar - Gaspar Varela
Viola de Fado/Classic Guitar - André Ramos
Baixo/Bass - Francisco Gaspar

 

Realização/Directed - Sebastião Varela
Direcção de Arte/Art -Nani Campos
Operador/Camera - Rafael Matos

Uma Produção/A Production by EGEAC/ MUSEU DO FADO

Produção Executiva/Executive Production – Hot Chilli Films

Produtor Musical/Producer - Paulo Parreira

Produtor Executivo/Executive Producer – Diogo Varela Silva

Eng.º de Som/Sound Engenear – Rui Guerreiro

Assistente/Assistent - Rita Campos

Estúdio/Studio – Dynamis Studio

Misturas e Masterização/Mixing – Rui Guerreiro/Studio Magellan

Fotografias/Photo– Luís Carvalhal

Agradecimentos/Thanks: Grupo Desportivo da Mouraria / Stella krämer Horta / Deb Struzyna / António e Emmanuelle Matos

Being Boring

I came across a cache of old photos
and invitations to teenage parties
'Dress in white' one said with quotations
from someone's wife, a famous writer
in the nineteen-twenties
When you're young you find inspiration
in anyone who's ever gone
and opened up a closing door
She said we were never feeling bored

'cause we were never being boring
We had too much time to find for ourselves
and we were never being boring
We dressed up and fought then thought "make amends"
And we were never holding back or worried that
time would come to an end

When I went I left from the station
with a haversack and some trepidation
Someone said if you're not careful
you'll have nothing left and nothing to care for
in the nineteen-seventies
But I sat back and looking forward
my shoes were high and I had scored
I'd bolted through a closing door
and I would never find myself feeling bored

'cause we were never being boring
We had too much time to find for ourselves
and we were never being boring
We dressed up and fought then thought "make amends"
And we were never holding back or worried that
time would come to an end
We were always hoping that, looking back
you could always rely on a friend

Now I sit with different faces
in rented rooms and foreign places
All the people I was kissing
some are here and some are missing
in the nineteen-nineties
I never dreamt that I would get to be
the creature that I always meant to be
but I thought in spite of dreams
you'd be sitting somewhere here with me

'cause we were never being boring
We had too much time to find for ourselves
and we were never being boring
We dressed up and fought then thought "make amends"
and we were never holding back or worried that
time would come to an end
We were always hoping that, looking back
you could always rely on a friend

And we were never being boring
We were never being bored
'cause we were never being boring
We were never being bored

Daughters of the SoHo Riots

A black/white video shot by Vincent Moon in 2005 in Paris, celebrating a wonderful song by his new-yorker friends THE NATIONAL, from their album 'Alligator' on Beggars Banquet Records.

 

I have your good clothes in the car

So cut your hair so no one knows

I have your dreams and your teeth marks

All my fingernails are painted

 

I'm here to take you now

 

You were right about the end

It didn't make a difference

Everything I can remember 

I remember wrong

 

How can anybody know 

How they got to be this way

You must have known I'd do this someday

 

Break my arms around the one I love

And be forgiven by the time my lover comes

Break my arms around my love

Break my arms around the one I love

And be forgiven by the time my lover comes

Break my arms around my love

 

I don't have any questions

I don't think it's gonna rain

You were right about the end

It didn't make a difference

 

I'm here to take you now

 

Out among the missing sons and daughters of the SoHo riots

Out among the missing sons and daughters of the SoHo riots

 

I'm here to take you now

 

How can anybody know

How they got to be this way

You must have known I'd do this someday

 

Break my arms around the one I love

And be forgiven by the time my lover comes

Break my arms around my love

Break my arms around the one I love

And be forgiven by the time my lover comes

Break my arms around my love

 

Break my arms around the one I love

 

Songwriters: Bryce D. Dessner / Matthew D. Berninger / Scott D. Devendorf

No One Changes / The Rockaways

"No One Changes" / Conor Oberst- piano and vocal

"The Rockaways" / Conor Oberst- guitar and vocal / Nathaniel Walcott- keyboard

 

Produced by Bryce Gonzales and Conor Oberst
Engineered by Bryce Gonzales
All songs by Conor Oberst (Bedrooms; Bedrooms and Spiders, BMI)
Mastered by Warren Sokol at United Recording Studio
Paintings by Jerry Kinney
Lay out by Autumn Seguin