Альбом Joan Baez

Well I'll be damned
Here comes your ghost again
But that's not unusual
It's just that the moon is full
And you happened to call
And here I sit
Hand on the telephone
Hearing a voice I'd known
A couple of light years ago
Heading straight for a fall

As I remember your eyes
Were bluer than robin's eggs
My poetry was lousy you said
Where are you calling from?
A booth in the midwest
Ten years ago
I bought you some cufflinks
You brought me something
We both know what memories can bring
They bring diamonds and rust

Well you burst on the scene
Already a legend
The unwashed phenomenon
The original vagabond
You strayed into my arms
And there you stayed
Temporarily lost at sea
The Madonna was yours for free
Yes the girl on the half-shell
Would keep you unharmed

Now I see you standing
With brown leaves falling around
And snow in your hair
Now you're smiling out the window
Of that crummy hotel
Over Washington Square
Our breath comes out white clouds
Mingles and hangs in the air
Speaking strictly for me
We both could have died then and there

Now you're telling me
You're not nostalgic
Then give me another word for it
You who are so good with words
And at keeping things vague
Because I need some of that vagueness now
It's all come back too clearly
Yes I loved you dearly
And if you're offering me diamonds and rust
I've already paid

Ain't gonna let noboby turn me around...
turn me around...
turn me around...
Ain't gonna let noboby turn me around...
Keep on a-walkin'
Keep on a-talkin'
Gonna build a brand new world.

Ain't gonna let the administration turn me around...
turn me around...
turn me around...
Ain't gonna let the administration turn me around...
Keep on a-walkin'
Keep on a-talkin'
Gonna build a brand new world.

Ain't gonna let no first-strike policy turn me around...
turn me around...
turn me around...
Ain't gonna let no first-strike policy turn me around...
Keep on a-walkin'
Keep on a-talkin'
Gonna build a brand new world.

Ain't gonna let Indira Ghandi turn me around...
turn me around...
turn me around...
Ain't gonna let Indira (how'd she get that name?) 'round...
Keep on a-walkin'
Keep on a-talkin'
Gonna build a brand new world.

Ain't gonna let that Henry Kissenger turn me around...
turn me around...
turn me around...
Ain't gonna let that killer Kissenger turn me around...
Keep on a-walkin'
Keep on a-talkin'
Gonna build a brand new world.

Ain't gonna let nobody turn me around...
turn me around...
turn me around...
Ain't gonna let nobody turn me around...
Keep on a-swingin'
Keep on a-singin'
Gonna build a brand new world.

No woman no cry, no woman no cry
I said no woman no cry, no woman no cry

Yes I remember when we used to sit
In the government yard in Trench town
Observing those hypocrits
Mingle with the good people we know ya
Good friends we knew
And food friends we lost along the way
In this bright future we can't forge the past
So dry your tears I say

No woman no cry, no woman no cry
I said no woman no cry, no woman no cry

Yes I remeber when we used to sit
In the government yard in Trench town
And georgey would cook corn meal poridge
Which I'd share with you ya
And my feet is my only carriage
So I'm gonna push on through

Everything's gonna be alright
Everything's gonna be alright
Everything's gonna be alright

Everything's gonna be alright
Everything's gonna be alright
Everything's gonna be alright

Everything's gonna be alright
Everything's gonna be alright
Everything's gonna be alright

No woman no cry, no woman no cry
I said no woman no cry, no woamn no cry

(L. Cohen)

It's four in the morning, the end of December
I'm writing you now just to see if you're better
New York is cold, but I like where I'm living
There's music on Clinton Street all through the evening.

I hear that you're building your house deep in the desert
Are you living for nothing now, hope you're keeping some kind of record.

Yes, and Jane came by with a lock of your hair
She said that you gave it to her
That night when you planned to go clear
Did you ever go clear?

Ah, the last time we saw you, you looked so much older
Your famous blue raincoat was torn at the shoulder
You'd been to the station to meet every train
But she never turned up I'm Lili Marlene

And you treated some woman to a flake of your life
And when she got home she was nobody's wife.
Well I see you there with a rose in your teeth
One more thin gypsy thief
Well I see Jane's awake
She sends her regards.

And what can I tell you oh what can I tell you
What can I possibly say?
I guess that I miss you, I guess I forgive you
I'm glad that you stood in my way.

And if you ever come by here, be it for Jane or for me
I want you to know your enemy's sleeping, I want you to know your woman is free.

Yes, and thanks, for the trouble you took from her eyes
I thought it was there for good so I never really tried.

And Jane came by with a lock of your hair
She said that you gave it to her
That night when you planned to go clear

Sincerely, a friend

Swing low, sweet chariot,
Coming to carry me home.
Swing low, sweet chariot,
Coming for to carry me home.

And I looked over yonder and what did I see,
Coming for to carry me home?
So a band, a band of angels, it was a coming for me,
Coming for to carry you on home.

Swing low, swing low, sweet chariot,
Coming for to carry me home.
Swing low, swing low, sweet chariot,
Comimg for to carry me home.
Swing low, swing low, sweet chariot,
Coming for to carry me home.
Swing low, swing low, sweet chariot,
Comimg for to carry me home.

Well if you get there before I do,
Coming for to carry me home.
Tell all my friends, I'm a coming too,
Coming for to carry me home.

Swing low, swing low, sweet chariot,
Coming for to carry me home.
Swing low, swing low, sweet chariot,
Comimg for to carry me home.
Swing low, swing low, sweet chariot,
Coming for to carry me home.
Swing low, swing low, sweet chariot,
Comimg for to carry me home.

Swing low, swing low, sweet chariot,
Coming for to carry me, you, us on, them home.

Amen

When I find myself in times of trouble
Mother Mary comes to me
Speaking words of wisdom, let it be.
And in my hour of darkness
She is standing right in front of me
Speaking words of wisdom, let it be.
Let it be, let it be.
Let it be, let it be.
Whisper words of wisdom, let it be.

And when the broken hearted people
Living in the world agree,
There will be an answer, let it be.
For though they may be parted
There is still a chance that they will see
There will be an answer, let it be.
Let it be, let it be. Yeah
Let it be, let it be.
There will be an answer, let it be.

And when the night is cloudy,
There is still a light that shines on me,
Shines until tomorrow, let it be.
I wake up to the sound of music
Mother Mary sings to me
There will be no sorrow, let it be.
Let it be, let it be.
Let it be, let it be.
There will be no sorrow, let it be.
Let it be, let it be,
Let it be, let it be.
There will be no sorrow, let it be.
Let it be, let it be,
Let it be, let it be.
There will be no sorrow, let it be

El preso numero nueve ya lo van a confesar
esta encerrado en la celda con el cura del penal
y antes del amanecer la vida le han de quitar
porque mató a su mujer y a un amigo desleal
Dice así al confesar
los maté si señor
y si vuelvo a nacer
yo los vuelvo a matar

Padre no me arrepiento
ni me da miedo la eternidad
yo se que allá en el cielo
el que juzga nos juzgará
voy a seguir sus pasos
voy a buscarla hasta el más allá.

ay. yayayayayyyyy

El preso numero nueve era un hombre muy cabal
iba en la noche del pueble muy contento en su jacal
pero al mirar a su amor en brazos de su rival
ardió en el pecho el rencor y no se pudo aguantar
al sonar el clarín se formo el pelotón
iban al paredón solo alcanzo a decir:

Padre no me arrepiento ni me da miedo la eternidad
yo se que allá en el cielo el que juzga nos juzgará
voy a seguir sus pasos voy a buscarla hasta el más alla.

ay. yayayayayyyyy yaay

Llegó con tres heridas:
la del amor,
la de la muerte,
la de la vida.
Con tres heridas viene:
la de la vida,
la del amor,
la de la muerte
Con tres heridas yo:
la de la vida,
la de la muerte,
la del amor.

Llegó con tres heridas:
la del amor,
la de la muerte,
la de la vida.
Con tres heridas viene:
la de la vida,
la del amor,
la de la muerte.
Con tres heridas yo:
la de la vida,
la de la muerte,
la del amor.

Hegoak ebaki banizkio
Neria izango zen
Ez zuen aldegingoBainan, honela
Ez zen gehiago txoria izango
Eta nik...txoria nuen maite

The bird which is a bird
If I had cut the wings to her
She would have been mine
She would not be flees
But,thus
She would not have been anymore a bird
And me...it's the bird which I loved

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Gracias A La Vida
(Violeta Parra)

Gracias a la vida que me ha dado tanto.
Me dio dos luceros, que cuando los abro,
Perfecto distingo lo negro del blanco
Y en el alto cielo su fondo estrellado
Y en las multitudes el hombre que yo amo.

Gracias a la vida que me ha dado tanto.
Me ha dado el oído que en todo su ancho
Graba noche y día, grillos y canarios,
Martillos, turbinas, ladridos, chubascos,
Y la voz tan tierna de mi bien amado.

Gracias a la vida que me ha dado tanto.
Me ha dado el sonido y el abecedario;
Con él las palabras que pienso y declaro:
Madre, amigo, hermano, y luz alumbrando
La ruta del alma del que estoy amando.

Gracias a la vida que me ha dado tanto.
Me ha dado la marcha de mis pies cansados;
Con ellos anduve ciudades y charcos,
Playas y desiertos, montañas y llanos,
Y la casa tuya, tu calle y tu patio.

Gracias a la vida que me ha dado tanto.
Me dio el corazón que agita su marco
Cuando miro el fruto del cerebro humano,
Cuando miro al bueno tan lejos del malo,
Cuando miro al fondo de tus ojos claros.

Gracias a la vida que me ha dado tanto.
Me ha dado la risa y me ha dado el llanto.
Así yo distingo dicha de quebranto,
Los dos materiales que forman mi canto,
Y el canto de ustedes que es mi mismo canto,
Y el canto de todos que es mi propio canto.
Gracias a la vida que me ha dado tanto.

Sube a nacer conmigo, hermano
Dame la mano desde la profunda zona de tu dolor diseminado
No volveras del fondo de las rocas
No volveras del tiempo subterraneo
No volvera tu voz endurecida
No volveran tus ojos taladrados
Yo vengo a hablar por vuestra boca muerta
A traves de la tierra juntad todos los silenciosos labios derramados

Y desde el fondo habladme toda esta larga noche
Como si estuviera con vosotros anclado
Contadme todo, cadena a cadena, eslabon a eslabon, y paso a paso
Afilad los cuchillos que guardasteis
Ponedlos en mi pecho y en mi mano
Como un rio de rayos amarillos
Como un rio de tigres enterrados
Y dejadme llorar horas ,dias, anos, edades ciegas, siglos estelares

Dadme el silencio, el agua, la esperanza,
Dadme la lucha, el hierro, los volcanes
Apegadme los cuerpos como imanes
Acudid a mis venas y a mi boca
Hablad por mis palabras y mi sangre

No, no, no nos moveran!no, no nos moveran!
Como un arbol firme junto al rio
No nos moveran.

Unidos en la lucha, no nos moveran
Unidos en la lucha, no nos moveran
Como un arbol firme junto al rio
No nos moveran
No,no, no nos moveran! no, no, no nos moveran!
Como un arbol firme junto al rio
No nos moveran

Unidos en la huelga, no, no, no nos moveran!
Unidos en la huelga, no, no, no nos moveran!
Como un arbol firme junto al rio
No nos moveran, no nos moveran!