Daily Archives: August 5, 2012

Sunday Matinee: The Girl in the Cafe Part 1 of 9 (Quote: ‘Lovely sitting directly opposite you’ )



If you like this first part, than you can watch the entire movie at this playlist or here… 

The Girl in the Café
Directed by David Yates
Produced by Hilary Bevan Jones
Written by Richard Curtis
Starring Bill Nighy
Kelly Macdonald
Marit Velle Kile
Music by Nicholas Hooper
Cinematography Chris Seager
Editing by Mark Day
Country United Kingdom
Language English/French
Release date 25 June 2005
Running time 94 minutes
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Damien Rice, Cold Water & Hallelujah – Gent Jazz


Cold, cold water surrounds me now
And all I’ve got is your hand
Lord, can you hear me now?
Lord, can you hear me now?
Lord, can you hear me now?
Or am I lost?Love one’s daughter
Allow me that
And I can’t let go of your hand
Lord, can you hear me now?
Lord, can you hear me now?
Lord, can you hear me now?
Or am I lost?
Cold, cold water surrounds me now
And all I’ve got is your hand
Lord, can you hear me now?
Lord, can you hear me now?
Lord, can you hear me now?
Or am I lost?    (Read more  here…  )

Damien Rice – Cannonball – Official Video


 

Still a little bit of your taste in my mouth
Still a little bit of you laced with my doubt
Still a little hard to say what’s going on

Still a little bit of your ghost your witness
Still a little piece of your face I haven’t kissed
You step a little closer to me
Still I can’t see what’s going on

Stones taught me to fly
Love taught me to lie
Life taught me to die
So it’s not hard to fall
When you float like a cannonball

Still a little bit of your song in my ear
Still a little bit of your words I long to hear
You step a little closer each day 
So close that I can’t see what’s going on

Stones taught me to fly
Love taught me to lie
Life taught me to die
So it’s not hard to fall
When you float like a cannon

Stones taught me to fly
Love taught me to cry
So come on courage!
Teach me to be shy
‘Cause it’s not hard to fall
And I don’t want to scare her
It’s not hard to fall
And I don’t want to lose
It’s not hard to grow
When you know that you just don’t know

 Read more here…  

From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia 

Damien Rice

Damien Rice performing in Villa Arconati, Milan.
Background information
Birth name Damien Rice
Born 7 December 1973 (age 38)
Origin KildareIreland
Genres Folkindie popfolk rock
Occupations Singer-songwriterrecord producer
Instruments Vocalsguitarpianoclarinet,percussion
Years active 1991–present
Labels Vector Recordings, Republic, Heffa, Warner Bros., DRM/14th Floor
Associated acts JuniperBell X1Lisa Hannigan
Website www.damienrice.com

Damien Rice (born 7 December 1973) is an Irish singer-songwritermusician and record producer who plays guitarpianoclarinet andpercussion.

Rice was raised in CelbridgeCounty KildareIreland and began his musical career as a member of the 1990s rock group Juniper. After leaving the band he worked as a farmer in Tuscany and busked throughout Europe before returning to Ireland in 2001 and beginning a solo musical career.

In 2002 his debut album O reached #8 on the UK albums chart, won the Shortlist music prize and generated three top-30 singles in the UK. Rice released his second album 9 in 2006 and his songs have appeared in numerous films and television episodes.

Rice’s personal activities include musical contributions to charitable projects such as the Songs for TibetFreedom Campaign and the Enough Project.   More…

Damien Rice performing in Villa Arconati, near...

Damien Rice performing in Villa Arconati, near Milan. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

 

Cel mai frumos poem de dragoste: Leonard Cohen – A Thousand Kisses Deep


 

1. You came to me this morning
And you handled me like meat.
You´d have to live alone to know
How good that feels, how sweet.
My mirror twin, my next of kin,
I´d know you in my sleep.
And who but you would take me in
A thousand kisses deep?

2. I loved you when you opened
Like a lily to the heat.
I´m just another snowman
Standing in the rain and sleet,
Who loved you with his frozen love
His second-hand physique –
With all he is, and all he was
A thousand kisses deep.

3. All soaked in sex, and pressed against
The limits of the sea:
I saw there were no oceans left
For scavengers like me.
We made it to the forward deck
I blessed our remnant fleet –
And then consented to be wrecked
A thousand kisses deep.

4. I know you had to lie to me,
I know you had to cheat.
But the Means no longer guarantee
The Virtue in Deceit.
That truth is bent, that beauty spent,
That style is obsolete –
Ever since the Holy Spirit went
A thousand kisses deep.

5. (So what about this Inner Light
That´s boundless and unique?
I´m slouching through another night
A thousand kisses deep.)

6. I´m turning tricks; I´m getting fixed,
I´m back on Boogie Street.
I tried to quit the business –
Hey, I´m lazy and I´m weak.
But sometimes when the night is slow,
The wretched and the meek,
We gather up our hearts and go
A thousand kisses deep.

7. (And fragrant is the thought of you,
The file on you complete –
Except what we forgot to do
A thousand kisses deep.)

8. The ponies run, the girls are young,
The odds are there to beat.
You win a while, and then it´s done –
Your little winning streak.
And summoned now to deal
With your invincible defeat,
You live your life as if it´s real
A thousand kisses deep.

9. (I jammed with Diz and Dante
I did not have their sweep –
But once or twice, they let me play
A thousand kisses deep.)

10. And I´m still working with the wine,
Still dancing cheek to cheek.
The band is playing “Auld Lang Syne” –
The heart will not retreat.
And maybe I had miles to drive,
And promises to keep –
You ditch it all to stay alive
A thousand kisses deep.

11. And now you are the Angel Death
And now the Paraclete;
And now you are the Savior’s Breath
And now the Belsen heap.
No turning from the threat of love,
No transcendental leap –
As witnessed here in time and blood
A thousand kisses deep.

September 21, 1998

 

Leonard Cohen-Dance Me To The End Of Love (…’Show me slowly what I only know the limits of’…)


Dance me to your beauty with a burning violin 
Dance me through the panic ’til I’m gathered safely in 
Lift me like an olive branch and be my homeward dove 
Dance me to the end of love 
Dance me to the end of love 
Oh let me see your beauty when the witnesses are gone 
Let me feel you moving like they do in Babylon 
Show me slowly what I only know the limits of 
Dance me to the end of love 
Dance me to the end of love 

Dance me to the wedding now, dance me on and on 
Dance me very tenderly and dance me very long 
We’re both of us beneath our love, we’re both of us above 
Dance me to the end of love 
Dance me to the end of love 

Dance me to the children who are asking to be born 
Dance me through the curtains that our kisses have outworn 
Raise a tent of shelter now, though every thread is torn 
Dance me to the end of love 

Dance me to your beauty with a burning violin 
Dance me through the panic till I’m gathered safely in 
Touch me with your naked hand or touch me with your glove 
Dance me to the end of love 
Dance me to the end of love 
Dance me to the end of love

“Il Ballo” (in English “The Dance”; caption “A cheerful dance awakens love and feeds hope with lively joy.”) from Giuochi, Trattenimenti e Feste Annue Che si Costumano in Toscana e Specialmente in Firenze. Firenze: Pagni & Bardi, 1790 (illustration no. 16 of 25) (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Leonard Cohen – Suzanne (promo Live in London 2008) and her story here, in Los Angeles, as told by the LA Weekly


Suzanne takes you down to her place near the river 
You can hear the boats go by 
You can spend the night beside her 
And you know that she’s half crazy 
But that’s why you want to be there 

And she feeds you tea and oranges 

That come all the way from China 
And just when you mean to tell her 
That you have no love to give her 
Then she gets you on her wavelength 
And she lets the river answer 
That you’ve always been her lover 
And you want to travel with her 
And you want to travel blind 
And you know that she will trust you 
For you’ve touched her perfect body with your mind. 

And Jesus was a sailor 

When he walked upon the water 
And he spent a long time watching 
From his lonely wooden tower 
And when he knew for certain 
Only drowning men could see him 
He said “All men will be sailors then 
Until the sea shall free them” 
But he himself was broken 
Long before the sky would open 
Forsaken, almost human 
He sank beneath your wisdom like a stone 

And you want to travel with him 

And you want to travel blind 
And you think maybe you’ll trust him 
For he’s touched your perfect body with his mind. 

Now Suzanne takes your hand 
And she leads you to the river 
She is wearing rags and feathers 
From Salvation Army counters 

And the sun pours down like honey 

On our lady of the harbour 
And she shows you where to look 
Among the garbage and the flowers 

There are heroes in the seaweed 

There are children in the morning 
They are leaning out for love 
And they will lean that way forever 
While Suzanne holds the mirror 

And you want to travel with her 

And you want to travel blind 
And you know that you can trust her 
For she’s touched your perfect body with her mind.

SUZANNE 

You Probably Think This Song Is about You

BBC Radio 4 FM, June 1998

Suzanne Verdal McCallister interviewed by Kate Saunders

Transcription from tape by Marie Mazur

“Suzanne Verdal perches in the doorway of the little gypsy cabin
she and her son built on the back of a truck”.
Suzanne left Montreal in 1992 with his son Kahlil.  
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More about Suzanne Verdal ( LA WEEKLY/LIVING OFF THE GRID:

SUZANNE

When Suzanne Verdal decided to leave Montreal for L.A. in 1996, it made front-page news. The Montreal Gazette ran a full-color photo of a beaming Verdal cradling two cats in front of a fairy-tale wooden Gypsy camper built inside an old pickup. “Suzanne Leaving Her Place Near The River,” read the headline. She was such a local celebrity that there was no need to use her last name.

Today the camper sits at the end of a Santa Monica cul-de-sac, just outside a bungalow above the 10 freeway, where the sound of traffic competes with the sound of breaking waves. This is where Verdal is staying with her “shelter angel,” Dean. For six years until recently, she had been living in her camper.

When Verdal answers the bungalow door, she’s practically glowing, her long, black hair tied up in a scarf covered in peace signs. She’s wearing delicate pink shoes, like ballet slippers, and a long, flouncy skirt. “Come on in!” she says. We pass through the bedroom; jazz is playing softly on the radio, scrapbooks and pictures of Verdal covering the bed and parts of the floor.

She has made tea, with cream and honey, and offers fresh dates, nuts and pastries. “Oh, do you want some Camembert?” she calls from the kitchen, pronouncing Camembert like a real Québécoise, with a throaty “r.”   More…

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