Quinta-feira, 10.12.15

 

Letra

 

I stopped for a moment on the threshold of your house

Over your bed, you were counting up your fears

It’s a long way up, down to where I stand

In turn my lips began whispering

You will pay with a wound, for the wound that you forgot

Over and over again

All your dreams will fade, save for the one with the black jewelled moon

 

I lie awake with the necklace of your hands,

woven tight with promises unkept.

I heard the warning and I’ll take the blame

 

Oh tender blood, you broken girl, where have you gone?

Up and down by the brook, he’ll take you home

 

All your dreams will fade, save for the one over there,

outside in the meadow, where flowers wither in the springtime

And I’m free at last from this senseless speech

 

If you run to the brook from where the moonlight springs

Make your peace, for I will wait you there

Come hither child, you’ll be long gone

 

Oh tender blood, you broken girl, where have you gone?

Up and down by the brook, he’ll take you home

Oh tender blood, you broken girl, where have you gone?

Up and down by the brook, you’ll go alone

 

All your dreams did fade, save for the one with the black jewelled moon

 



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Letra

 

Thy beautiful hymn has flown deep into my veins

With a voice clear as rain, you poured the poison to quench my need of you

 

And with time you made me yield

So I became a fearing man

 

Blindness came to me as a dream. So did silence, save for your word

You told me silence was golden, but it’s a cold stone that brought me to my knees

 

Now your tides of summer, they are gone

And with them my trust in you

Your command is not of my concern

Though I trembled in the shadows of death

Was my faith not enough for you?

Was my pain not worthy of you?

It was enough. It was enough

 

All the lies are born, oh all the lies are woven with the truth. from the truth

Thy woeful hymn has drowned with a  whimper, with a mewl

This revelation woke me up like a thunder, it was loud enough to make me bleed

So I rose to the mountain to see the word: I would bring it down to his knees

 

Now your tides of winter, they have come

And with them, your revenge on me

Your command is not of my concern

Though I trembled in the shadows of death

Was my faith not enough for you?

Was my pain not worthy of you?

Your command is not of my concern

Though I trembled in the shadows of death

Was my faith not enough for you?

Was my pain not worthy of you?

It was enough. It was enough, It was enough. I was enough

 



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Quinta-feira, 18.06.15

 

Letra

 

And now I stare, I stare into the emptiness
With roses wrapped around my ankles from moving too slow
Like a wave that broke too soon
And so she told me to stop right there
In your hands? Said I, with a hint of grief
Without a hint of truth
Isn't irony such a good friend?

And what you see is not who I am (there were surely thunders)
What the devil doesn't take it's for god to claim
I'm like the wolf, riding through the night
I'm like the wolf, running up the hill

Have you lost your senses child?
I have tried, and tried to be somebody else
A sheep's skin, a lamb's tail and a bell (funny it didn't work)
so I walked for a while, like peter the fool,
Stumbling across my old prayers
Isn't irony a surprising friend

And what you see is not who I am (there were surely thunders)
What the devil doesn't take it's for god to claim
And this is not quite what you expected
Like I am not what I wanted for me
I'm like the wolf, riding through the night
I'm like the wolf, running up the hill
Isn't irony such a good friend?

 



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Quarta-feira, 17.06.15

 

Letra

 

Not anymore do I remember the fleeting kiss of dawn
Breaking on my back like the new born rain
And no more do I sing of things better left untold
A friend of mine said when a window closes, one always finds a door
So I found the door to my house and I went inside
And I built myself a window there
When it was finally done, I carved my hands on the ledge
Stood there for a while and went away

My dear wife said “please don’t go”
My dear wife said “don’t take that road away from me”

But I went and she threw herself down the well
This well was so deep, when she hit rock bottom
I was already there, building myself a window
And when it was finally done, I carved my hands on the ledge...
Stood there for a while.
I felt the rain, falling just outside
No more will I dream of dreams better left asleep
No more will I dream of dreams better left asleep
A friend of mine said when a window closes, one always finds a door

 



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Sábado, 30.05.15

 

Letra

 

It was a cold heart break that caught up with me. I was under the spell

that as death grew near I could pretend it was hardly my prayer

There’s a lonesome cry that parts with my mouth, when I confess

That all I did was tending my shame for closing my hands

Around my last word

Around my last word

I’ll confide in the roots down here: Entwined with my hope, my heart was a well

Where I lost myself, where I lost myself, when I swam to the bottom

 

Right as rain, I am the colour of nothing, I’m at the right of no one.

So I will lose myself, oh I will lose myself for the hand on my shoulder

You have my last word

You have my last word

 

When it’s over and done, you’ll be second to no one

 

Right as Rain, I’m the colour of nothing

 



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Domingo, 13.04.14

 

Letra

 

He was standing tall to the mirror
When she came to warn him of the jailors
And then he saw the tears rolling down her face
“surrender my dear...” he schemed a plan
He took a step, one single step outside and then he spoke

You behind the oak tree
You behind the oak tree, you’d better leave or die.

From the bushes, curled up behind the fear in their eyes,
With fright, they asked for his head
So he ran back, through the house, the hills, the wind and the rain.
There was led in the rain.

He left a bullet behind,  He left a bullet behind

Oh you never had a chance, did you? ROOFTOP JOE!
Oh you never had a chance, did you? ROOFTOP JOE!
Oh you never had a chance, did you? ROOFTOP JOE!

He left a bullet behind, It muffled more than pride

You behind the oak tree,
You behind the oak tree, you’d better leave or die.

Oh you never had a chance, did you? ROOFTOP JOE!
Oh you never had a chance, did you? ROOFTOP JOE!
Oh you never had a chance, did you? ROOFTOP JOE!

They found him, alone on a boat, waiting by the sea
But he never had a chance, Rooftop Joe



publicado por olhar para o mundo às 17:05 | link do post | comentar

 

Letra

 

Letra: Ary dos Santos/Joaquim Pessoa
Música: Paulo de Carvalho
1978


Por montes e vales com frio de rachar, vai o lenhador trabalhar
E põe no machado a força do braço que torna mais leve o cansaço
Por pouco dinheiro, pinheiro a pinheiro vai-se o lenhador sustentando
Cortando, cortando, sofrendo e suando, vai o lenhador trabalhando

Vai vai vai
O Machado vai e vem
Cai cai cai
Um pinheiro para alguém
Quem abate o pinheiro do natal
É alguém que trabalha e ganha mal

É o lenhador que diz ao pinheiro, perdoa cortar-te companheiro
Aqui está tão frio, vais sentir calor, uma casa quente é melhor
Quando está na sala o pinheiro fala e diz lenhador obrigado
Bendito o teu braço que fez do cansaço a festa do amor partilhado

Vai vai vai
O Machado vai e vem
Cai cai cai
Um pinheiro para alguém
Quem abate o pinheiro do natal
É alguém que trabalha e ganha mal

Quando está na sala o pinheiro fala e diz lenhador obrigado
Bendito o teu braço que fez do cansaço a festa do amor partilhado
Quando está na sala o pinheiro fala e diz lenhador obrigado
Bendito o teu braço que fez do cansaço a festa do amor partilhado

Vai vai vai
O Machado vai e vem
Cai cai cai
Um pinheiro para alguém



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Sábado, 12.04.14

 

Letra

 

Postcards From Hell
(B-Side of "Drunken Sailors & Happy Pirates" - Words & Melodies by a Jigsaw)

All of you of whom I now sing
Uninvited I carried your heart in my hands
And often I did let you slip through my fingers
But in the end, when you were staring at me from the waves beneath my feet
I was left alone to my enemies

I took your every advice and I set my eyes over yonder
You knew the truth has two sides and both of them are lies, ah didn't you?

So I began writing this postcard for you
While there’s enough light,  while I remember you right.
And the years had their deserved weight, but not on you.

You with whom I drank in my vessel, 
you’re all gone , and time left me alone
I Hear your whispers now, coming from the splinters
Where I hurt my hands in the harbour

I took your every advice and I set my eyes over yonder
And if this never reaches you
That’s ‘cause they don’t send postcards from hell
This is what I've become, a truth with two sides
if this never reaches you
That’s ‘cause they don’t send postcards from hell, no they don’t
if this never reaches you
That’s ‘cause they don’t send postcards from hell
This is what I've become, a truth with two sides

 

 

Video of the song "Postcards From Hell"
B-Side of a Jigsaw's album "Drunken Sailors & Happy Pirates"
http://www.ajigsaw.net
Video Directed by Maria Inês Afonso.
Music Recorded, Mixed and Mastered by a Jigsaw at the Blue House.
Lyrics: http://ajigsaw.blogspot.pt/2014/02/po...
http://www.ajigsaw.net



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Segunda-feira, 19.11.12

 

 

Letra

 

One Right Lie
I had just left the woods, piercing the night with a howl
I carried a knife beneath my coat
And told the pack not to wait too long
It was dark, darker than any other night
And it was cold, colder than my dreams
Yeah my mother said there were days like this
But she didn’t tell me they would be so long
Come to your window girl
Come to your window girl, oh Romeo wants a word with you
La la la, la la she sang
La la la, la la she sang

Past the trees and the crows with drunken dreams
There she waits, my promise of the truth

Every year I ask for one more
Every year I ask for one more
Strange is the day that is cold as the night
Every year I ask for one more
Hear me call, hear my name

Come to your window girl
Come to your window girl
Come to your window girl, oh Romeo wants a word with you

He touched my hands as he would kiss my thighs
my dress was waving dripping with sweat
but a cold wind began whispering to his heart
His burning eyes stared from the dark
Will you do the fandango with me girl
A woman like no other, the devil

La la la, la la she sang
La la la, la la she sang
La la la, la she sang
La la la, la she sang no more

His Burning eyes stared from the dark
Past the trees, and the crows with drunken dreams
There she waits, my promise of the truth, with one right lie
There I wait, his promise of the truth, with one right lie



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A Jigsaw e amigos no palco do CCB


João Rui, Susana Ribeiro, Jorri e Guilherme Pimenta vão estar rodeados de alguns convidados, como Gito Lima, Miguel Lima e Mariana Lima dos The Soaked Lamb, Tracy Wandal dos Tiguana Blues, Nicole Eitner e Birds Are Indie, no concerto a ter lugar no Pequeno Auditório do Centro Cultural de Belém (CCB), em Lisboa, no dia 30 de novembro, pelas 21:00.


A promotora adianta que os a Jigsaw preparam os seus álbuns como se escrevessem livros, "procurando incessantemente a simbiose perfeita entre a música e a escrita".

 

Com o seu álbum anterior, intitulado “Like The Wolf”, começaram a atrair a atenção da imprensa internacional, mas foi com o seu mais recente disco "concetual" “Drunken Sailors & Happy Pirates” que as revistas, como a francesa Les Inrockuptibles, se renderam à música deste trio multi-instrumentista.

 

Noticia do Sapo Música



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Sexta-feira, 21.09.12

 

 

letra

 

My dear lover, the flame
She was dancing in the colosseum

That’s when I found she was asking my hand
Oh lover, please, give me one last waltz
Rome was burning down and the clouds were growing darker
And the sky was mocking me with his dagger
She spoke in verse, my dear lover, the flame

You, asked for me
You, you begged from me

Go away, winter rain

So I ran with my hat in my hands just to prove my faith
She was running wild through the alleys, the streets and the colosseum
I did my best , Oh but I just couldn’t fool the rain

Stay here with me ‘till the rain brings me down
Hear the rattle of those pearls falling down the steps of the old dream of light.
They lead to the shadowed square where my memory hides all her thieves
And all I beg from you is one last waltz

Go away, winter rain
Oh go away, winter rain

I ran with my hat in my hands just to prove my faith
She was running wild through the alleys, the streets and the colosseum
I did my best, as I kneeled and prayed to the statue of every god

Leave us, winter rain
And all I beg from you is time for one last waltz



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Quinta-feira, 20.09.12

 

letra

 

My lover, you took me down to the valley
Where are you, my lover?
My killer, you took me down to the valley
You gave me a real good time
My brother, my sister

Return, Return
Return, Return, to me

Sister, this pain is real,
a stranger of which I know nothing Is out by my doorstep
He is my lover, my killer
He's the breath beneath my wings
And the ropes around my ankles
He will take me down to the valley
Where my steps are unheard

Return, Return
Return, Return, to me

My hands up on the sky and my feet sinking in the sea
And that's more, so much more than I can take too

Return, Return
Return, Return, to me



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Sábado, 08.09.12
 
letra

We're all strangers here, there's rust in our feet
From the lies we've been told
There's a silence to every man, that knows more than he does

 

He's the strangest friend that we could pray for.
He knows too much

 

Last night death stood by my door,
With a book in her hands, so i sat and read
A story to be heard, and a hymn to be sung

For all those with dust in their bones
Laugh if you will, cry if you must, this is not weakness it's rust

So i turned to the holy book and i drank all i could
The silence within told me to stop, this could be the end of your hope,

So please,

 

Go hide, my love
With the days you've got left
And all the lies you've been told

 

You'll never be free again.
But what a magnificent thought: to forget all you've read

 

And i'm the strangest friend in whom you should trust
While we wait for the end, i'll tell you what i know of

 

A story to be heard, and a hymn to be sung for all those with dust in their bones
Laugh if you will, cry if you must, this is not weakness it's rust

If death stands by your door


With a book in her hands, pray you may forget

The story that you've heard, and the hymn that you've sung


For all those with dust in their bones
Laugh if you will, cry if you must, this is not weakness it's rust
For all those with dust in their bones
The story that you've heard, and the hymn that you've sung
Laugh if you will, cry if you must, this is not weakness it's rust



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Terça-feira, 01.05.12

 

Letra

 

There are men, begging to be free
Stranded here, against the door
If all of this is real, then the dream is over,
And I, oh my, I am a stranger to you

So what about the moon, it’s mine to steal
So what about the moon, it’s mine to steal, mine to steal, alright!

Red, Red Pony, stand out by my door
Red, Red Pony, stand outside my door, alright

Oh let’s just sing of the old, the good old days
Let’s just bring them back
And hear them on hi-fi stereos

So what about the moon, it’s mine to steal
So what about the moon, it’s mine to steal, mine to steal,
Alright, boys!

Red, Red Pony, stand out by my door
Red, Red Pony, stand outside my door, alright



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Letra

 

We're all strangers here, there's rust in our feet
From the lies we've been told
There's a silence to every man, that knows more than he does

 

He's the strangest friend that we could pray for.
He knows too much

 

Last night death stood by my door,
With a book in her hands, so i sat and read
A story to be heard, and a hymn to be sung
For all those with dust in their bones
Laugh if you will, cry if you must, this is not weakness it's rust
So i turned to the holy book and i drank all i could
The silence within told me to stop, this could be the end of your hope,
So please,

 

Go hide, my love
With the days you've got left
And all the lies you've been told

 

You'll never be free again.
But what a magnificent thought: to forget all you've read

 

And i'm the strangest friend in whom you should trust
While we wait for the end, i'll tell you what i know of

 

A story to be heard, and a hymn to be sung for all those with dust in their bones
Laugh if you will, cry if you must, this is not weakness it's rust

If death stands by your door


With a book in her hands, pray you may forget

The story that you've heard, and the hymn that you've sung


For all those with dust in their bones
Laugh if you will, cry if you must, this is not weakness it's rust
For all those with dust in their bones
The story that you've heard, and the hymn that you've sung
Laugh if you will, cry if you must, this is not weakness it's rust



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