Thursday, 10 August 2017

cool pairs – let the hills rejoice


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 will

If It Be Your Will – Antony sings Leonard Cohen 

Sunday, 30 April 2017

not a pair (a cool recent find) – the long crawl to the tide


This is my conquering song
Played on a wave so strong
Pulled the broke-down ride for far too long

This is my conquering song
Where only my love survive
The long crawl to the tide
All else at the door be denied

Only my love survive

This is my thankful song
For all that has been and gone
For the spirit of the eternal drum
This is my thankful song

Only my love survive

The long crawl to the tide
All else at the door be denied

Only my love survive

The long crawl to the tide
All else at the door be denied

Only my love survive

Love Survive – Michael Nau

Wednesday, 15 March 2017

cool pairs – your guineas are too few


As we rode out to Fennario, as we rode on to Fennario
Our captain fell in love with a lady like a dove
And called her by a name, pretty Peggy-O.
Will you marry me pretty Peggy-O, will you marry me pretty Peggy-O

If you will marry me, I'll set your cities free
And free all the ladies in the area-O.
I would marry you sweet William-O, I would marry you sweet William-O
I would marry you but your guineas are too few 

And I fear my mama would be angry-O.
What would your mama think pretty Peggy-O,
What would your mama think pretty Peggy-O,
What would your mama think if she heard my guineas clink

Saw me marching at the head of my soldiers.
If ever I return pretty Peggy-O, if ever I return pretty Peggy-O 
If ever I return your cities I will burn
Destroy all the ladies in the area-O.

Come steppin' down the stairs pretty Peggy-O,
Come steppin' down the stairs pretty Peggy-O,
Come steppin' down the stairs combin' back your yellow hair 
Bid a last farewell to your William-O.

Sweet William he is dead pretty Peggy-O,
Sweet William he is dead pretty Peggy-O,
Sweet William he is dead and he died for a maid
And he's buried in the Louisiana country-O.

As we rode out to Fennario, as we rode out to Fennario
Our captain fell in love with a lady like a dove,
And called her by a name, pretty Peggy-O.


Peggy-O – The National sing The Grateful Dead

Sunday, 12 March 2017

cool pairs – the colours of my father's dreams


My father always promised us
That we would live in France
We'd go boating on the Seine
And I would learn to dance

We lived in Ohio then
He worked in the mines
On his dreams like boats
We knew we would sail in time

All my sisters soon were gone
To Denver and Cheyenne
Marrying their grownup dreams
The lilacs and the man

I stayed behind the youngest still
Only danced alone
The colors of my father's dreams
Faded without a sound

And I live in Paris now
My children dance and dream
Hearing the ways of a miner's life
In words they've never seen

I sail my memories of home
Like boats across the Seine
And watch the Paris sun
As it sets in my father's eyes again

My father always promised us
That we would live in France
We'd go boating on the Seine
And I would learn to dance

I sail my memories of home
Like boats across the Seine
And watch the Paris sun
As it sets in my father's eyes again


My Father – Nina Simone and This Mortal Coil sing Judy Collins

cool pairs – you knew just what i was there for


Blue moon
You saw me standing alone
Without a dream in my heart
Without a love of my own

Blue moon
You knew just what I was there for
You heard me saying a pray for
Someone I really could care for

Blue moon
You saw me standing alone
Without a dream in my heart
Without a love of my own 

Blue moon
Without a love of my own


Blue Moon – Bob Dylan and The Cowboy Junkies sing Rogers & Hart

Saturday, 11 March 2017

cool pairs – riding with the wind



Well she's walking through the clouds
With a circus mind
That's running wild
Butterflies and zebras and moonbeams
And fairy tales, 

That's all she ever thinks about

Riding with the wind

When I'm sad she comes to me
With a thousand smiles
She gives to me free

It's alright, she says
It's alright
Take anything you want from me
Anything

Fly on, little wing


Little Wing – Sting sings Jimi Hendrix

Tuesday, 28 February 2017

cool pairs – he wishes he could cure the scars


 

The jeweler has a shop on the corner of the boulevard
In the night, in small spectacles, he polishes old coins
He uses spit and cloth and ashes
He makes them shine with ashes
He knows the use of ashes
He worships God with ashes

The coins are often very old by the time they reach the jeweler
With his hands and ashes he will try the best he can
He knows that he can only shine them
Cannot repair the scratches
He knows that even new coins have scars so he just smiles
He knows the use of ashes
He worships God with ashes

In the darkest of the night both his hands will blister badly
They will often open painfully and the blood flows from his hands
He works to take from black coin faces the thumbprints from so many ages
He wishes he could cure the scars
When he forgets he sometimes cries
He knows the use of ashes
He worships God with ashes


The Jeweller – Pearls Before Swine and This Mortal Coil sing Tom Rapp


Monday, 27 February 2017

cool pairs – navigare necesse est, vivere non est necesse



O barco, meu coração não aguenta
Tanta tormenta, alegria
Meu coração não contenta
O dia, o marco, meu coração
O porto, não
Navegar é preciso
Viver não é preciso
Navegar é preciso
Viver não é preciso

O barco, noite no céu tão bonito
Sorriso solto perdido
Horizonte, madrugada
O riso, o arco, da madrugada
O porto, nada
Navegar é preciso
Viver não é preciso
Navegar é preciso
Viver não é preciso

O barco, o automóvel brilhante
O trilho solto, o barulho
Do meu dente em tua veia
O sangue, o charco, barulho lento
O porto, silêncio
Navegar é preciso
Viver não é preciso
Navegar é preciso
Viver não é preciso
Navegar é preciso
Viver não é preciso
Navegar é preciso
Viver não é preciso
Navegar é preciso
Viver . . .


Os Argonautas – Elis Regina sings Caetano Veloso

Tuesday, 17 January 2017

a (borderline) cool pair – words that jangle in your head



Round,
Like a circle in a spiral
Like a wheel within a wheel
Never ending or beginning
On an ever-spinning reel
Like a snowball down a mountain
Or a carnival balloon
Like a carousel that's turning
Running rings around the moon
Like a clock whose hands are sweeping
Past the minutes of its face
And the world is like an apple
Whirling silently in space
Like the circles that you find
In the windmills of your mind

Like a tunnel that you follow
To a tunnel of its own
Down a hollow to a cavern
Where the sun has never shone
Like a door that keeps revolving
In a half-forgotten dream
Like the ripples from a pebble
Someone tosses in a stream

Like a clock whose hands are sweeping
Past the minutes of its face
And the world is like an apple
Whirling silently in space
Like the circles that you find
In the windmills of your mind 

Keys that jingle in your pocket
Words that jangle in your head
Why did summer go so quickly?
Was it something that you said?
Lovers walk along a shore
And leave their footprints in the sand
Is the sound of distant drumming
Just the fingers of your hand?

Pictures hanging in a hallway
And the fragment of a song
Half-remembered names and faces
But to whom do they belong?
When you knew that it was over
You were suddenly aware
That the autumn leaves were turning
To the color of his hair?

Like a circle in a spiral
Like a wheel within a wheel
Never ending or beginning
On an ever-spinning reel
As the images unwind
Like the circles that you find
In the windmills of your mind


The Windmills of Your Mind – Noel Harrison and Sting 
sing Michel Legrand/Alan & Marilyn Bergman

Thursday, 12 January 2017

cool pairs – now those salad days are over


You used to be my party doll
But now you say the party's over
You used to love to honky tonk
But now the honky tonking's over

Now life is a bitter thing, my sweet
Now life is a mystery to me
Love's pain, I ain't buying
Love's strange. I keep trying, trying, trying

You used to be my party doll
But now you want to live in clover
You used to be my number one
But now those salad days are over

Times change but fascination stays
Love wins but the passion just fades
I'll drink to the dancing days
I'll drink to your crazy ways
Through the whiskey haze

Face the music, face the truth
Chase that fleet sweet bird of youth
Grow up sweetly, grow up strong
Hear the heartbeat, in my song

Love's pain, I ain't buying
Love's strange. I keep trying, trying, trying

You used to be my party doll
But now you say the party's over
You used to love to honky tonk
But now those dancing days are over
You used to be my number one
But now you vanished in the ozone



Party Doll – Mary Chapin Carpenter sings Mick Jagger

cool pairs – thoughts meander like a restless wind inside a letter box


Words are flowing out like 
Endless rain into a paper cup
They slither wildly as they slip away across the universe.
Pools of sorrow waves of joy
Are drifting through my opened mind
Possessing and caressing me.

Jai Guru Deva. Om
Nothing's gonna change my world
Nothing's gonna change my world
Nothing's gonna change my world
Nothing's gonna change my world

Images of broken light, which 
Dance before me like a million eyes,
They call me on and on across the universe.
Thoughts meander like a 
Restless wind inside a letter box
They tumble blindly as they make their way across the universe.

Jai Guru Deva. Om
Nothing's gonna change my world
Nothing's gonna change my world
Nothing's gonna change my world
Nothing's gonna change my world

Sounds of laughter, shades of life
Are ringing through my opened ears 
Inciting and inviting me.
Limitless undying love, which
Shines around me like a million suns,
It calls me on and on across the universe

Jai Guru Deva, om.
Nothing's gonna change my world
Nothing's gonna change my world
Nothing's gonna change my world
Nothing's gonna change my world

Jai Guru Deva
Jai Guru Deva
Jai Guru Deva
Jai Guru Deva
Jai Guru Deva


Across The Universe – Rufus Wainwright and Fiona Apple sing Lennon & McCartney

Wednesday, 4 January 2017

cool pairs – did our boy do something rash?



Oh, the shark has pretty teeth, dear,
And he shows them pearly white;
Just a jack-knife has Macheath, dear,
And he keeps it out of sight!

When the shark bites with his teeth, dear,
Scarlet billows start to spread;
Fancy gloves, though, wears Macheath, dear,
So there's not a trace of red!

On the sidewalk Sunday morning
Lies a body oozing life;
Someone sneaking 'round the corner;
Is the someone Mack the Knife?

From a tugboat by the river,
A cement bag's dropping down;
The cement's just for the weight, dear;
Bet ya Mackie's back in town!

Louie Miller disappeared, dear,
After drawing out his cash,
And Macheath spends like a sailor;
Did our boy do something rash?

Suky Tawdry, Jenny Diver,
Polly Peachum, Lucy Brown;
Oh, the line forms on the right, dears,
Now that Mackie's back in town!


Mack The Knife – Ella and Louis sing Kurt Weill/Bertold Brecht-Marc Blitzstein

Friday, 23 December 2016

cool pairs – either brace yourselves for elimination, or else your hearts must have the courage for the changing of the guards




Sixteen years
Sixteen banners united over the field
Where the good shepherd grieves
Desperate men, desperate women divided
Spreading their wings ’neath the falling leaves

Fortune calls
I stepped forth from the shadows, to the marketplace
Merchants and thieves, hungry for power, my last deal gone down
She’s smelling sweet like the meadows where she was born
On midsummer’s eve, near the tower

The cold-blooded moon
The captain waits above the celebration
Sending his thoughts to a beloved maid
Whose ebony face is beyond communication
The captain is down but still believing that his love will be repaid

They shaved her head
She was torn between Jupiter and Apollo
A messenger arrived with a black nightingale
I seen her on the stairs and I couldn’t help but follow
Follow her down past the fountain where they lifted her veil

I stumbled to my feet
I rode past destruction in the ditches
With the stitches still mending ’neath a heart-shaped tattoo
Renegade priests and treacherous young witches
Were handing out the flowers that I’d given to you

The palace of mirrors
Where dog soldiers are reflected
The endless road and the wailing of chimes
The empty rooms where her memory is protected
Where the angels’ voices whisper to the souls of previous times

She wakes him up
Forty-eight hours later, the sun is breaking
Near broken chains, mountain laurel and rolling rocks
She’s begging to know what measures he now will be taking
He’s pulling her down and she’s clutching on to his long golden locks

Gentlemen, he said
I don’t need your organization, I’ve shined your shoes
I’ve moved your mountains and marked your cards
But Eden is burning, either brace yourselves for elimination
Or else your hearts must have the courage for the changing of the guards

Peace will come
With tranquillity and splendor on the wheels of fire
But will bring us no reward when her false idols fall
And cruel death surrenders with its pale ghost retreating
Between the King and the Queen of Swords





Changing Of The Guards – The Gaslight Anthem and Patti Smith sing (laureate) Bob Dylan

cool pairs – lord have mercy, I think that it's the cops


Down on Cyprus Avenue
With a childlike vision leaping into view
Clicking, clacking of the high heeled shoe
Ford and Fitzroy, Madame George

Marching with the soldier boy behind
He's much older now with hat on drinking wine
And that smell of sweet perfume comes drifting through
The cool night air like Shalimar

And outside they're making all the stops
The kids out in the street collecting bottle-tops
Gone for cigarettes and matches in the shops
Happy taken Madame George

That's when you fall
Whoa, that's when you fall
Yeah, that's when you fall

When you fall into a trance
Sitting on a sofa playing games of chance
With your folded arms and history books
You glance into the eyes of Madame George

And you think you found the bag
You're getting weaker and your knees begin to sag
In a corner playing dominoes in drag
The one and only Madame George

And then from outside the frosty window raps
She jumps up and says, Lord, have mercy I think it's the cops
And immediately drops everything she gots
Down into the street below

And you know you gotta go
On that train from Dublin up to Sandy Row
Throwing pennies at the bridges down below
And the rain, hail, sleet, and snow

Say goodbye to Madame George
Dry your eye for Madame George
Wonder why for Madame George

And as you leave, the room is filled with music
Laughing, music, dancing, music all around the room
And all the little boys come around, walking away from it all
So cool, 

And as you're about to leave
She jumps up and says, hey love, you forgot your gloves
And the gloves to love, to love the gloves
To say goodbye to Madame George

Dry your eye for Madame George
Wonder why for Madame George
Dry your eyes for Madame George

Say goodbye in the wind and the rain on the back street
In the backstreet, in the back street
Say goodbye to Madame George

In the backstreet, in the back street, in the back street
Down home, down home in the back street
Gotta go, say goodbye, goodbye, goodbye

Dry your eye, your eye, your eye, your eye, your eye
Say goodbye to Madame George
And the loves to love to love the love
Say goodbye, goodbye, goodbye

Say goodbye goodbye, goodbye, goodbye to Madame George
Dry your eye for Madame George
Wonder why for Madame George

The love's to love, the love's to love, the love's to love
Say goodbye, goodbye
Get on the train
Get on the train, the train, the train
This is the train, this is the train
Whoa, say goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye
Get on the train, get on the train


Madame George – Marianne Faithfull sings Van Morrison 

Wednesday, 23 November 2016

cool pairs – come with me to the sea


Come with me
My love
To the sea
The sea of love

I wanna tell you
How much
I love you

Do you remember
When we met
That's the day
I knew you were my pet

I wanna tell you
How much
I love you

Come with me
My love
To the sea
The sea of love

I wanna tell you
How much
I love you



Sea of Love – Cat Power and Iggy Pop sing Phil Phillips (John Phillip Baptiste)


Friday, 18 November 2016

cool pairs – sometimes it seems that all I have is worry


Baby you understand me now
If sometimes you see that I'm mad
Doncha know no one alive can always be an angel?
When everything goes wrong, you see some bad

But I'm just a soul whose intentions are good
Oh Lord, please don't let me be misunderstood

Ya know sometimes baby I'm so carefree
With a joy that's hard to hide
And then sometimes again it seems that all I have is worry
And then you're bound to see my other side

But I'm just a soul whose intentions are good
Oh Lord, please don't let me be misunderstood

If I seem edgy
I want you to know
I never mean to take it out on you
Life has its problems
And I get more than my share
But that's one thing I never mean to do

Cause I love you
Oh baby
I'm just human
Don't you know I have faults like anyone?

Sometimes I find myself alone regretting
Some little foolish thing
Some simple thing that I've done

Cause I'm just a soul whose intentions are good
Oh Lord, please don't let me be misunderstood

Don't let me be misunderstood
I try so hard
So please don't let me be misunderstood



Don't Let Me Be Misunderstood – 
Nina Simone and Elvis Costello sing Bennie Benjamin, Gloria Caldwell and Sol Marcus

Tuesday, 15 November 2016

cool pairs – everybody knows that the boat is leaking


Everybody knows that the dice are loaded
Everybody rolls with their fingers crossed
Everybody knows the war is over
Everybody knows the good guys lost
Everybody knows the fight was fixed
The poor stay poor, the rich get rich
That's how it goes
Everybody knows

Everybody knows that the boat is leaking
Everybody knows the captain lied
Everybody got this broken feeling
Like their father or their dog just died
Everybody talking to their pockets
Everybody wants a box of chocolates
And a long-stemmed rose
Everybody knows

Everybody knows that you love me baby
Everybody knows that you really do
Everybody knows that you've been faithful
Ah, give or take a night or two
Everybody knows you've been discreet
But there were so many people you just had to meet
Without your clothes
And everybody knows

Everybody knows, everybody knows
That's how it goes
Everybody knows

Everybody knows, everybody knows
That's how it goes
Everybody knows

And everybody knows that it's now or never
Everybody knows that it's me or you
And everybody knows that you live forever
Ah, when you've done a line or two
Everybody knows the deal is rotten
Old Black Joe's still pickin' cotton
For your ribbons and bows
And everybody knows

And everybody knows that the Plague is coming
Everybody knows that it's moving fast
Everybody knows that the naked man and woman
Are just a shining artifact of the past
Everybody knows the scene is dead
But there's gonna be a meter on your bed
That will disclose
What everybody knows

And everybody knows that you're in trouble
Everybody knows what you've been through
From the bloody cross on top of Calvary
To the beach of Malibu
Everybody knows it's coming apart
Take one last look at this Sacred Heart
Before it blows
And everybody knows

Everybody knows, everybody knows
That's how it goes
Everybody knows

Everybody knows, everybody knows
That's how it goes
Everybody knows

Everybody knows, everybody knows
That's how it goes
Everybody knows

Everybody knows


Everybody Knows – Rufus Wainwright sings Leonard Cohen

Saturday, 12 November 2016

cool pairs – walking in the evening by the ocean


Down around Biloxi
Pretty girls are swimmin' in the sea
Oh, they look like sisters in the ocean
Boy will fill his pail with salty water
And the storms will blow from off toward New Orleans

The sun shines on Biloxi
The air is filled with vapors from the sea
And the boy will dig a pool beside the ocean
He sees creatures from a dream underwater
And the sun will set from off towards New Orleans

Stars can see Biloxi
Stars can find their faces in the sea
And we are walking in the evening by the ocean
We are splashing naked in the water
And the sky is red from off towards New Orleans
And the sky is red from off towards New Orleans



Biloxi – Ian Matthews sings Jesse Winchester

Friday, 11 November 2016

cool pairs – la chaleur épaisse des langueurs océanes


Dans le port d'Amsterdam               In the port of Amsterdam
Y a des marins qui chantent               There's a sailor who sings
Les rêves qui les hantent               Of the dreams that he brings
Au large d'Amsterdam               From the wide open sea

Dans le port d'Amsterdam               In the port of Amsterdam
Y a des marins qui dorment               There's a sailor who sleeps
Comme des oriflammes               While the river bank weeps
Le long des berges mornes               To the old willow tree

Dans le port d'Amsterdam               In the port of Amsterdam
Y a des marins qui meurent               There's a sailor who dies
Pleins de bière et de dramas               Full of beer, full of cries
Aux premières lueurs               In a drunken down fight

Mais dans le port d'Amsterdam               But in the port of Amsterdam
Y a des marins qui naissent               There's a sailor who's born
Dans la chaleur épaisse               On a muggy hot morn
Des langueurs océanes               By the dawn's early light

Dans le port d'Amsterdam               In the port of Amsterdam
Y a des marins qui mangent               Where the saillons all meet
Sur des nappes trop blanches               There's a sailor who eats
Des poissons ruisselants               Only fish heads and tails
Ils vous montrent des dents               And  he'll show you his teeth
A croquer la fortune               That have rotted too soon
A décroiser la lune               That can bring down the moon
A bouffer des haubans               That can haul up the sails

Et ça sent la morue               And he yells to the cook
Jusque dans le cœur des frites               With his arms open wide
Que leurs grosses mains invitent               Bring me more fish
A revenir en plus               Put it down by my side

Puis se lèvent en riant               Then he wants so to belch
Dans un bruit de tempête               But he's too full to try
Referment leur braguette               So he gets up and laughs
Et sortent en rotant               And he zips up his fly

Dans le port d'Amsterdam               In the port of Amsterdam
Y a des marins qui dansent               You can see sailors dance
En se frottant la panse               Paunches bursting their pants
Sur la panse des femmes               Grinding women to porch

Et ils tournent et ils dansent               They've forgotten the tune
Comme des soleils crachés               That their whiskey voice croaks
Dans le son déchiré               Splitting the night
D'un accordéon rance               With the roar of their jokes

Ils se tordent le cou               And they turn and they dance
Pour mieux s'entendre rire               And they laugh and they lust
Jusqu'à ce que tout à coup               Till the rancid sound
L'accordéon expire               Of the accordion bursts

Alors le geste grave               Then into the the night
Alors le regard fier               With their pride in their pants
Ils ramènent leur batave               With the slut that they tow
Jusqu'en pleine lumière               Underneath the street lamps


Dans le port d'Amsterdam               In the port of Amsterdam
Y a des marins qui boivent               There's a sailor who drinks
Et qui boivent et reboivent               And he drinks, and he drinks
Et qui reboivent encore               And he drinks once again

Ils boivent à la santé               He drinks to the health
Des putains d'Amsterdam               Of the whores of Amsterdam
De Hambourg ou d'ailleurs               Who have promised their love
Enfin ils boivent aux dames               To a thousand other men
Qui leur donnent leur joli corps               They have bargained their bodies
Qui leur donnent leur vertu               And their virtue long gone
Pour une pièce en or               For a few dirty coins
Et quand ils ont bien bu               And when he can't go on
Se plantent le nez au ciel               He plants his nose in the sky
Se mouchent dans les étoiles               And he wipes it up above
Et ils pissent comme je pleure               And he pisses like I cry
Sur les femmes infidèles               For an unfaithful love

Dans le port d'Amsterdam               In the port of Amsterdam
Dans le port d'Amsterdam               In the port of Amsterdam






Amsterdam – Bellowhead chantent Brel