tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19276194.post113622421618978912..comments2023-11-05T04:28:14.422-08:00Comments on Bloc de l'Àngel Pagès.: ROBERT WALSER I LA NEUÀngel 'Soulbizarre'http://www.blogger.com/profile/11086023783628775434noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19276194.post-1136453934454059442006-01-05T01:38:00.000-08:002006-01-05T01:38:00.000-08:00endora: no oblidis la Laie! (en faig propaganda, d...endora: no oblidis la Laie! (en faig propaganda, doncs és petita, molt extensa i acollidora)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19276194.post-1136289697196392502006-01-03T04:01:00.000-08:002006-01-03T04:01:00.000-08:00Ja han obert la Catalonia!!!!!!! Sembla ser que ha...Ja han obert la Catalonia!!!!!!! Sembla ser que han arribat a un pacte econòmic xulo i amb un mes i mig han resolt el tema. De fet tinc la Laie també al costat... és una llàstima abandonar amb tanta assiduitat la Biblioteca Municipal de Premià de Mar i caure amb el parany brutalment fantàstic d'encetar, desvirgar...un llibre nou. OHHHHHHHHHH. He vist cada exemplar allà dalt, baix, a la prestatgeria, al panell, estiradet, arraconadet, ufà, tímid, soberbi...preparat per obrir-lo amb un ritual gairebé sagrat!<BR/>Robert Walser pot ser un de tants!!<BR/>Tati, estic escoltant el "Pastís americà" que surt per les ones de la meva ràdio xicarrona del passeig de gràcia i com tinc feina acumulada del cap d'any estalviat, estic ballant sentada a la cadira com una "posesa" mentre pico tecla! <BR/><BR/>Pregunta: ¿seria un gran descobriment saber el que diu?<BR/>Perque escoltar-la, no veas. <BR/><BR/><BR/>A long long time ago <BR/><BR/>I can still remember how that music used to make me smile <BR/><BR/>And I knew if I had my chance <BR/><BR/>That I could make those people dance <BR/><BR/>And maybe they´d be happy for a while. <BR/><BR/>But February made me shiver <BR/><BR/>With every paper I´d deliver <BR/><BR/>Bad news on the doorstep <BR/><BR/>I couldn´t take one more step <BR/><BR/> <BR/><BR/>I can´t remember if I cried <BR/><BR/>When I read about his widowed bride <BR/><BR/>But something touched me deep inside <BR/><BR/>The day the music died <BR/><BR/> <BR/><BR/>{Refrain} <BR/><BR/>So bye-bye, Miss American Pie <BR/><BR/>Drove my chevy to the levee <BR/><BR/>But the levee was dry <BR/><BR/>And them good old boys were drinkin´ whiskey and rye <BR/><BR/>Singin´ this´ll be the day that I die <BR/><BR/>This´ll be the day that I die <BR/><BR/> <BR/><BR/>Did you write the Book of Love <BR/><BR/>And do you have faith in God above <BR/><BR/>If the Bible tells you so <BR/><BR/>Do you believe in rock ´n roll <BR/><BR/>Can music save your mortal soul <BR/><BR/>And can you teach me how to dance real slow <BR/><BR/> <BR/><BR/>Well, I know that you´re in love with him <BR/><BR/>´Cause I saw you dancin´ in the gym <BR/><BR/>You both kicked off your shoes <BR/><BR/>Man, I dig those rhythm and blues <BR/><BR/> <BR/><BR/>I was a lonely teenage broncin´ buck <BR/><BR/>With a pink carnation and a pickup truck <BR/><BR/>But I knew I was out of luck <BR/><BR/>The day the music died <BR/><BR/> <BR/><BR/>I started singin´ <BR/><BR/>{Refrain} <BR/><BR/> <BR/><BR/>Now for ten years we´ve been on our own <BR/><BR/>And moss grows fat on a rollin´ stone <BR/><BR/>But that´s not how it used to be <BR/><BR/>When the jester sang for the King and Queen <BR/><BR/>In a coat he borrowed from James Dean <BR/><BR/>And a voice that came from you and me <BR/><BR/> <BR/><BR/>Oh, and while the King was looking down <BR/><BR/>The jester stole his thorny crown <BR/><BR/>The courtroom was adjourned <BR/><BR/>No verdict was returned <BR/><BR/>And while Lennon read a book of Marx <BR/><BR/>The quartet practiced in the park <BR/><BR/>And we sang dirges in the dark <BR/><BR/>The day the music died <BR/><BR/> <BR/><BR/>We were singing <BR/><BR/>{Refrain} <BR/><BR/> <BR/><BR/>Helter Skelter in a summer swelter <BR/><BR/>The Byrds flew off with a fallout shelter <BR/><BR/>Eight miles high and falling fast <BR/><BR/>It landed foul out on the grass <BR/><BR/>The players tried for a forward pass <BR/><BR/>With the jester on the sidelines in a cast <BR/><BR/> <BR/><BR/>Now the half-time air was sweet perfume <BR/><BR/>While the Sergeants played a marching tune <BR/><BR/>We all got up to dance <BR/><BR/>Oh, but we never got the chance <BR/><BR/>´Cause the players tried to take the field <BR/><BR/>The marching band refused to yield <BR/><BR/>Do you recall what was revealed <BR/><BR/>The day the music died <BR/><BR/> <BR/><BR/>We started singing <BR/><BR/>{Refrain} <BR/><BR/> <BR/><BR/>Oh, and there we were all in one place <BR/><BR/>A generation Lost in Space <BR/><BR/>With no time left to start again <BR/><BR/>So come on, Jack be nimble, Jack be quick <BR/><BR/>Jack Flash sat on a candlestick <BR/><BR/>´Cause fire is the Devil´s only friend <BR/><BR/> <BR/><BR/>Oh, and as I watched him on the stage <BR/><BR/>My hands were clenched in fists of rage <BR/><BR/>No angel born in hell <BR/><BR/>Could break that Satan´s spell <BR/><BR/>And as the flames climbed high into the night <BR/><BR/>To light the sacrifical rite <BR/><BR/>I saw Satan laughing with delight <BR/><BR/>The day the music died <BR/><BR/> <BR/><BR/>He was singing <BR/><BR/>{Refrain} <BR/><BR/> <BR/><BR/>I met a girl who sang the blues <BR/><BR/>And I asked her for some happy news <BR/><BR/>But she just smiled and turned away <BR/><BR/>I went down to the sacred store <BR/><BR/>Where I´d heard the music years before <BR/><BR/>But the man there said the music woudn´t play <BR/><BR/> <BR/><BR/>And in the streets the children screamed <BR/><BR/>The lovers cried, and the poets dreamed <BR/><BR/>But not a word was spoken <BR/><BR/>The church bells all were broken <BR/><BR/>And the three men I admire most <BR/><BR/>The Father, Son and the Holy Ghost <BR/><BR/>They caught the last train for the coast <BR/><BR/>The day the music died <BR/><BR/> <BR/><BR/>And they were singing <BR/><BR/>{Refrain} <BR/><BR/> <BR/><BR/>They were singing bye-bye, Miss American Pie <BR/><BR/>Drove my chevy to the levee <BR/><BR/>But the levee was dry <BR/><BR/>Them good old boys were drinking whiskey and rye <BR/><BR/>Singin´ this´ll be the day that I die.<BR/><BR/>AAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19276194.post-1136254059974449152006-01-02T18:07:00.000-08:002006-01-02T18:07:00.000-08:00molt maca la foto.Ja m'ho ha comententat la pesada...molt maca la foto.<BR/>Ja m'ho ha comententat la pesada i eixerida de la meva "fotògrafa" becària de capçalera.<BR/><BR/>felicitats sr. Tatí, ara se li gira feina eh.Rodolfohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02678301046343422778noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19276194.post-1136240529697491302006-01-02T14:22:00.000-08:002006-01-02T14:22:00.000-08:00El somni de qualsevol vida una mica lúcida: passar...El somni de qualsevol vida una mica lúcida: passar inadvertit i morir en blanc i negre! Me la guardo!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19276194.post-1136234323265328752006-01-02T12:38:00.000-08:002006-01-02T12:38:00.000-08:00visca! visca!ja tenim aquí un nou blog amb imatges...visca! visca!<BR/>ja tenim aquí un nou blog amb imatges.<BR/>m'encanten les fotos<BR/>hi donen molt de joc.<BR/>i jo com a "fotògrafa" de l'estanislau que sóc ho sé prou be.<BR/>Ja li diré a l'amo que ja hi penjen fotos aquí vostès. estarà content.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19276194.post-1136224498907900122006-01-02T09:54:00.000-08:002006-01-02T09:54:00.000-08:00PELL DE GALLINA, ENHORABONA PER LA PRIMERA IMATGEPELL DE GALLINA, ENHORABONA PER LA PRIMERA IMATGEAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com