Toumast Tincha

(Tinariwen)

White Lies And Alibis

This hell is not of my making
I’m one of the bearded angels
haven’t seen the sky for ages
just another face in a very long line

There’s a lock on every door
there’s a darkness in every sense
the guilty man is home in bed
and it’s me they wanna put to death
she’s the only hope I have left
in trouble

Her voice aloud, the sweetest sound I ever heard
she can lift me up, bring some love into the world
up high the astronauts fly over Shangri-La
back down on solid ground,  it’s all the same to us

You do what you can to survive

Crazy men in narrow cages
seeking wisdom turning pages
holding on to nothing sacred
haven’t seen the sun for a very long time

There’s a lock on every door
there’s a darkness in every sense
the guilty man is home in bed
and it’s me they wanna put to death
she’s the only hope I have left
in trouble

Her voice aloud the sweetest sound you ever heard
she can lift me up bring some love into the world
his smile could never hide the coldness of his heart
white lies and alibis it’s all the same to us
white lies and alibis it’s all the same to us

Everyday – you do what you can to survive

(Neil Finn)

The Funeral

I'm coming up only to hold you under
And coming up only to show you're wrong
And to know you is hard; we wonder...
To know you all wrong; we warn.

Really too late to call,
So we wait for morning
To wake you is all we got
To know me as hardly golden
Is to know me all wrong, we warn.

At every occasion I'll be ready for the funeral
At every occasion, once more, it's called the funeral
At every occasion, oh, I'm ready for the funeral
At every occasion, oh, one billion day funeral

I'm coming up only to show you're down for
And coming up only to show you're wrong.

To the outside, the dead leaves lay on the lawn
For they don't have trees to hang upon.

At every occasion I'll be ready for the funeralAt every occasion, once more, it's called the funeral
At every occasion, oh, I'm ready for the funeral
Every occasion, oh, one billion day funeral

(Band Of Horses)

Ser Aquele

Se estou só, quero não estar,
Se não estou, quero estar só,
Enfim, quero sempre estar
Da maneira que não estou.

Ser feliz é ser aquele,
E aquele não é feliz,
Porque pensa dentro dele
E não dentro do que eu quis.

A gente faz o que quer
Daquilo que não é nada,
Mas falha se o não fizer,
Fica perdido na estrada

(Camané)

Concierto de Aranjuez

(Joaquín Rodrigo, com Paco de Lucia)

Nuvem

Vi do meu quarto a nuvem-mãe
Em negra carga a par do fim
Vibrou no vidro até se ouvir

Eu abro a dor de ser quem sou
De tudo amar
Vai pra casa
Esquece a rua
Que eu vi
Hoje o tempo vai mudar

Eu já trinquei a maçã
Deixei-me olhar a fundo
Mas eu acordo a cada dia

Eu abro a dor de ser quem sou
De tudo amar
Vai pra casa
Esquece a rua
Que eu vi
Hoje o tempo vai mudar

(Ornatos Violeta)