When will I see you again?

Siempre PJ. Que estuvo en mi pueblo con su castillo mientras yo estaba viendo llover sobre el Atlántico.

PJ Harvey y una colchoneta en medio del bosque...

Estos días escucho a la señorita PJ Harvey como si no conociera a nadie más que cante o como si ninguno de los otros que conozco terminara de gustarme. Que soy compulsiva lo sabemos y que me gusta ella también.

Además, en el video de Black hearted love pega saltos en una colchoneta en medio del bosque. Y... bueno, es Piyei y una colchoneta y un bosque y... aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay.








I think I saw you in the shadows
I move in closer beneath your windows
Who would suspect me of this rapture?

And who but my black hearted love
And who but my black hearted love

When you call out my name in rapture
I volunteer my soul for murder
I wish this moment here forever

And you are my black hearted love
And you are my black hearted love
In the rain, in the evening
I will come again

I'd like to take you;
I'd like to take you to a place I know
My black hearted
I'd like to take you;
I'd like to take you to a place I know
My black hearted
I'd like to take you;
I'd like to take you to a place I know
My black hearted
I'd like to take you;
I'd like to take you to a place I know
My black hearted

It's a perfect day, Elise

He got lucky one time
Hitting with the girl in room 509
She turned her back on him facing the frame
Said, "Listen Joe, don't you come here again."
White sun scattered all over the sea
He could think of nothing but her name, 'Elise'
God is the sweat running down his back
The water soaked her blond hair black
It's a perfect day Elise
He got burned by the sun
His face so pale and his hands so worn
Let himself in room 509
Said a prayer, and cried, 'It's a perfect day, Elise.'

PJ Harvey

Trouble / taking place

THE GARDEN

And he was walking in the garden
And he was walking in the night
And he was singing a sad love song
And he was praying for his life

And the stars came out around him
He was thinking of his sins
And he's looking at his song-bird
And he's looking at his wings

There, inside the garden
Came another with his lips
Said "won't you come and be my lover ?"
"Let me give you a little kiss"

And he came knelt down before him
And fell upon his knees
"I will give you gold and mountains
If you stay a while with me"

And there was trouble
Taking place
Trouble
Taking place

There, inside the garden
They kissed and the sun rose
And he walked a little further
And he found he was alone

And the wind it gathered round him
He was thinking of his sins
And he's looking for his song-bird
He was looking for his wings

And there was trouble
Taking place
Trouble
Taking place

There was trouble
Taking place
Trouble
Taking place

PJ Harvey


(Mujer fatal, siempre con problemas)

(Hoy ha salido ya dos veces. Supongo que es que quiere ser puesta aquí)

Es probable que dios mate un gatito por lo que voy a hacer

Vi por fin Henry, retrato de un asesino (una de tantas películas que mi hermano prometió prestarme "cuando fuera mayor" y que nunca llegó a hacer) recién llegada al piso de la Algalia, allá por el mes de marzo. En esa misma época, cierto ser muy importante en mi vida sentimental (entonces) me preguntó convencidísimo "si conocía Henry Lee" a lo que mi contestación fue algo así como "tú con quién te crees que estás hablando?". Era frecuente que me preguntara si conocía cosas bastante más básicas, así que la respuesta no era desproporcionada. Siempre se reía cuando le contestaba algo así.

No sé cuándo escuché por primera vez el Henry Lee del primer video. Ni la más remota idea, además. Por el bien de mi salud mental no todas las cosas que me gustan mucho me dejan marca indeleble. Ni siquiera estoy segura de cuándo fue la primera vez que los dos impresentables del segundo tocaron por primera vez Henry Lee. Ni si estaba allí. Sí sé que estaba en el concierto donde se grabó, aunque no salgo. Creo que taparse cada vez que se acercaba la cámara tuvo algo que ver en ello...

No hay más conciertos de los Megaloves hasta que acabe el curso y nada es eterno y el amor menos que nada y Henry Lee (tanto el de verdad como el de la canción) no tiene nada que ver con todo esto. La cuestión es que hace un rato he vuelto a escuchar a Nick Cave y PJ Harvey y de los Megaloves soy grupi oficial. Así escrito. Desde el primer concierto. Y quería ponerlas. Y quería contar todo esto, supongo, porque si no, no lo contaría.

Y ahí quedan las dos versiones y la letra que es una maravilla. Y popular.

Para votar a los Megaloves como mejor canción del verano en gallego deberías hacer click aquí.




Get down, get down, little Henry Lee
And stay all night with me
You won't find a girl in this damn world
That will compare with me
And the wind did howl and the wind did blow

La la la la laLa la la la lee
A little bird lit down on Henry Lee

I can't get down and I won't get down
And stay all night with thee
For the girl I have in that merry green land
I love far better than thee
And the wind did howl and the wind did blow

La la la la laLa la la la lee
A little bird lit down on Henry Lee

She leaned herself against a fence
Just for a kiss or two
And with a little pen-knife held in her hand
She plugged him through and through
And the wind did roar and the wind did moan

La la la la laLa la la la lee
A little bird lit down on Henry Lee

Come take him by his lilly-white hands
Come take him by his feet
And throw him in this deep deep well
Which is more than one hundred feet
And the wind did howl and the wind did blow

La la la la laLa la la la lee
A little bird lit down on Henry Lee

Lie there, lie there, little Henry Lee
Till the flesh drops from your bones
For the girl you have in that merry green land
Can wait forever for you to come home
And the wind did howl and the wind did moan

La la la la laLa la la la lee
A little bird lit down on Henry Lee