HYMNS 10
CHÉ/Judy
Collins
One morning in Bolivia
The leader of the partisans and two of his companions
Were forced to flee the mountains for their lives
Through green and dusty villages they sped along the little roads
The peasants smiled and shouted as they hurried by
Jesus called out to every one "Don't think that we are leaving,
They only tried to frighten us with guns, we shall return,"
Continue with your work, continue with your talk
You have it in your hand to own your life to own your land
The people smiled and shouted and they ran along a little while
They stood and watched, their hands were restless and empty
The body of Jesus was in the jeep that they blew up
Before it reached the plane
The priest was proud to bless him or what there was
of him remaining in the afternoon
Continue with your work, continue with your talk
You have it in your hands to own your life to own your land
There is no one who can show you the road you should be on
They only tell you they can show you and then tomorrow they are gone
The smell of oil and incense fill the room in this adobe hut
Where on the table lies the body of a man
His face is pale and young, his beard is dark and curled
Pennies hold his eyelids from the evening light
People from the village those who knew him, those who killed him
Stand inside the door, their hands are restless and empty
They watch the priest make silent crosses in the air
And pray to God inside their hearts for their own souls
Continue with your work, continue with your talk
You have it in your hands to own your life to own your land
There is no one who can show you the road you should be on
They only tell you they can show you and then tomorrow they are gone
True Stories &
Other Dreams
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prism
now that the castle is beginning to fall
glass prism ice prone to stress & aggression
well intentioned people try to shore up its walls
with papier-mâché & past life regressions
it’s easier to guard the frozen stairs
than to tell you how much i care
but i do because i love you
& i’ll always try to be there
for you too
but
we’ve heard it all
we’ve heard it all
yes, we’ve heard it all before
the children’s crusades are still marching
to the tune of violence & confetti
exposing veins & secrets
exploding little breasts
once
our dreams seemed so tall
they could see us through reality
now confronted by the extinguishing
i feel so finite & so small
today a cruel awakening
little children are frightened too
their bodies tiny matchsticks
scatter as they fall
meanwhile in the deepest wood
i would stay here if we could
but you prefer town
white, imported wedding gown
embroidered veil
palest shades of aquamarine
shadows in satins & blues
matrimonial frock
contra banned & arctic hues
knocked up on the auction block
steel fortress
iron maiden
specifically
redesigned
for
2
together
we dreamed up this castle
little bits of colored glass reflecting chips
bit by little chips prism reflecting bits
no longer sheltering or transforming
little chips of rainbows reflecting
little bits of glass reflecting chips
too bad
so sad
we just let it go
all
the good things we longed for once were true
there was a me
there was a you
defensive like a nursery rhyme
we both knew
never could
be true
so
every dawn before i sleep
stars implode willows creek
wishing i knew just what to do
to show my need
my love for you
but we’ve seen it all
we’ve seen it all
yes, we’ve seen it all before
too bad
so sad
we just let it go
goodbye...
JEFarrow
Year of
OurSELF 2008
Pirate Jenny — a very free translation
You gentlemen can watch while I'm scrubbin’ the floors
I'm scrubbin' the floors while you're gawkin’
And maybe once you tipped me and it made you feel swell
In this low class waterfront, in this stinkin’ old hotel
But you don’t know to who you're talkin'.
No, you don’t know to who you're talkin'.
Then one night there's a bang in the night
And you wonder what the fuck could that have been?
And you see me kinda grinnin' while I'm scrubbin'
And you say, "Why’s she got that stupid grin?"
And a ship with eight sails
And fifty canons
will be coming in
Then you gentlemen can say, "Hey girl, finish them floors!
Get upstairs! Earn your keep here!"
You toss me your tips
And look out at the ships
But I'm countin’ your heads
While I make up the beds
’cause no one’s gonna sleep here tonight
None of you shits will sleep here tonight
Then one night there's a scream in the night
And you say, "Who's that kicking up a row?"
And you see me kinda starin' out the window
And you say, "What's she got to stare at now?"
And the ship with eight sails
And fifty canons
Turns around in the harbor
Shootin' guns from her bow
Then you gentlemen can wipe off that smirk from your face
Every building in town is a flat one
This whole fuckin' place will be torn to the ground
Only this cheap hotel standing up safe and sound
And you whisper, "Why did they spare that one?"
And you whisper, "Why did they spare that one?"
All the night through, through the noise and to-do
You wonder who ‘s the person lives up there?
And you see me stepping out in the morning
Looking nice red ribbons in my hair
And the ship with eight sails
And fifty canons
Runs a flag up its masthead
And a cheer rings the air
By noontime the dock
Is all swarmin' with men
Comin' off from that ghostly freighter
They move in the shadows
Where no one can see
And they're chainin' up people
And they're bringin' em all to me
Askin'
me, "Which ones should we kill?”
Askin' me, "Which ones should we kill?"
Noon by the clock
And
so still on the dock
You can hear the fog horns miles away
In that quiet of death I’ll say,
”Kill them all!”
And as the heads roll to the ground
They’ll
pile up the bodies and I’ll say,
"Serves you right!"
Then the ship with eight sails
And fifty canons
Disappears out to sea
And on it is me…
Pirate Jenny — a very free translation
You gentlemen can watch while I'm scrubbin’ the floors Askin'
me, "Which ones should we kill?” And
so still on the dock They’ll
pile up the bodies and I’ll say, Then the ship with eight sails |
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“Seeräuber-Jenny”
Bertolt Brecht lyrics
Kurt Weil music
Sie sehen
meine Lumpen und dies lumpige Hotel
Und Sie wissen nicht, mit wem Sie reden.
Und Sie wissen nicht, mit wem Sie reden.
Aber eines Abends wird ein Geschrei sein am Hafen
Und man fragt: Was ist das für ein Geschrei?
Und man wird mich Meine Herren,
Heute sehen Sie mich Gläser abwaschen
Und ich mache das Bett für jeden.
Und Sie geben mir einen Penny und ich bedanke mich schnell
Und lächeln sehn bei meinen Gläsern
Und man sagt: Was lächelt die dabei?
Und ein Schiff mit acht Segeln
Und mit fünfzig Kanonen
Wird liegen am Kai.
Man sagt: Geh, wisch deine Gläser, mein Kind
Und man reicht mir den Penny hin.
Und mit fünfzig Kanonen
Wird beschiessen die Stadt.
Meine Herren, da wird ihr Lachen aufhören
Denn die Mauern werden fallen hin
Und die Stadt wird gemacht dem Erdboden gleich.
Nur ein lumpiges Hotel wird verschont von dem Streich
Und man fragt: Wer wohnt Besonderer darin?
Und man fragt: Wer wohnt Besonderer darin?
Und in dieser Nacht wird ein Geschrei um das Hotel sein
Und man fragt: Warum wird das Hotel verschont?
Und man wird mich sehen treten aus der Tür am Morgen
Und man sagt: Die hat darin gewohnt?
Und das Schiff mit acht Segeln
Und mit fünfzig Kanonen
Wird beflaggen den Mast.
Und es werden kommen hundert gen Mittag an Land
Und werden in den Schatten treten
Und fangen einen jeglichen aus jeglicher Tür
Und legen ihn in Ketten und bringen vor mir
Und fragen: Welchen sollen wir töten?
Und an diesem Mittag wird es still sein am Hafen
Wenn man fragt, wer wohl sterben muss.
Und dann werden Sie mich sagen hören: Alle!
Und wenn dann der Kopf fällt, sag ich: Hoppla!
Und das Schiff mit acht Segeln
Und mit fünfzig Kanonen
Wird entschwinden mit mir.
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slim
slow slider
Slim slow slider
Horse you ride
White as snow
Slim slow slider
Horse you ride
Is white as snow
Tell it everywhere you go
Saw you walking
Down by the ladbroke grove this morning
Saw you walking
Down by the ladbroke grove
this morning
Catching pebbles for some
sandy beach
You’re out of reach
Saw you early this morning
With your brand new boy and his cadillac
Saw you early this morning
With your brand new boy and his cadillac
You’ve gone for something
And I know you won’t be back
I know you’re dying, baby
And I know you know it, too
I know you’re dying
And I know you know it, too
Everytime I see you
I just dont know what to do
Van Morrison
