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“the solid world itself, which these dead had one time reared and lived in, was dissolving and dwindling.” (The dead, James Joyce)
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Amaying
Broken Cups:
Amaying (F. Feldman)
Now I am oldAnd time is but a breezeAll that’s been toldLies over the lilies Through the windowI see a coil of dropsCrossing the glowThat rises from the cropsAnd the skies, and the valleysAnd all my eyes trespassSeem filled with emptinessWhile time is but a breezeRemember whenWe used to go amaying,The chants of wrens – Those men, what were they playing?Who were they ? – say,The sky, was it so clear?Where did we lieMy love, when you were here?
Stare at these quiet settings,That hidden, sunken sunCan you remember anyoneFrom the times we went amaying?So now I longFrom this land to departBut soft’s the songThat echoes in my heartThrough the windowI see the evening swapsA silent crowBlesses the glowing cropsAnd the skies, and the valleysAnd all my eyes trespassSeem filled with emptinessWhile time is but a breezeStare at these sunken settings,That hidden, quiet sunCan you remember anyoneFrom the times we went amaying?
Yet but moans (F. Feldman)
Time may not assuage our thirstWe are the damned, we are the cursedFate to us is nothing but the nameOf all that dies to be reborn againLines of dust embrace the skyWe are the meek, we are the blindWaiting for that single chanceTo delicately set the night ablazeSticks and stones Won’t break our bonesWe’re yet but moansRain this season’s been so scantEach gust of dew seems heaven sentScattered hopes are all that’s leftWe are the unsettled, we are the wreckedStaring at the broken wingOf some dark angel we all agree
That time will not assuage our thirstWe are the unborn, we are the distrustedSticks and stones Won’t break our bonesWe’re yet but moansOne day our time will come.
Love’s a strong man’s game (F. Feldman)
Share your crumbs with the poorThe ones who never held a chanceThe longer you stay on your ownThe less you’ll be able to face thatLove is but a strong man’s gameWhat a shameShe can see it in my eyesHow much I want herShe can see it in my eyesHow much I need herShe can see it in my eyesThat I ain’t gotWhat it takesThrow your pearls in the dirtShow your enemy the other faceTry your best not to moveYour eyes away from her glance‘Cause love is but a strong man’s gameWhat a shame
They can see it in my smileHow much I want herThey can see it in my smileHow much I need herThey can see it in my smileThat I ain’t gotWhat it takesShare your crumbs with the weakGive ‘em more they’ll get you on your knees The longer you stay in the deepThe less you’ll be able to seeLove is just a strong man’s gameI can feel it in my bonesHow much I need herI can feel it in my bonesHow much I want herI can feel it in my bonesAnd in my soulI got nowhere to go.
Merry (F. Feldman)
Merry, the sailorWho kisses the emptyFace of the nightWhile silently drifting Through timeHe who hears the chanteys That come from the tideAnd embraced by the wavesRemains out of sightIn the midst of it allMerry, the plowmanWho crosses the fieldAs if they were oneOblivious to all thatStill shall comeAnd staring at the seedsAnd the shades left by the sunFeels the grief of the landAnd the joy of the runIn the midst of it all
Merry, the drifterWho carries no sinSimply by knowingThat sin’s but anotherForm of longingAs the day grows dimAnd the Earth keeps a-burnin’The wanderer’s whisper Sounds light as a wing In the midst of it allMerry, the minstrelWho sings as the prairiesEmerge from the mistWith clouds in his voiceAnd ropes on his fistsHe who bows to timeWhile aiming at its twistsAnd embraces aboveSinking into the abyssIn the midst of it allMerry, the free man.
Fábio Feldman - voz, violão Lygia Santos - voz Alexandre da Mata - guitarra, violão, dobro, banjo Cinara Motta - baixo Glauco Leite - bateria
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Participações especiais: Fabiano Martins - saxofone, flauta Leonardo Barcellos - violino Paulo César Rodrigues - gaita
Produzido por Fábio Feldman e Alexandre da Mata Direção Musical: Fábio Feldman Arranjos: Alexandre da Mata Gravado no Estúdio Vox BH (email:[email protected]) Técnico de gravação: Alexandre da Mata Técnico de mixagem e masterização: Welder Costa (Mister Drums Estúdio)
Agradecimento especial aos amigos Rafael Soares e Rodrigo Souza. Sem a ajuda de vocês, nada teria sido possível!
Broken Cups
