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Comicopera
2007
Robert Wyatt
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In between, lost in noise.
Somewhere, somewhere.
In between, got no choice
But to be here,
Somewhere, somewhere.
If you can hear me,
If you're still there,
Stay tuned.
There is more to come.
Oh don't start searching,
I'll get back to you.
Riding waves, trying to reach
Somewhere, somewhere.
Cannot share this moment with you.
I'm particles in the air,
You can't see me, but I'm here.
So if you can hear me,
If you're still there,
Stay tuned.
I'll get back to you
| JUST AS YOU ARE |
Alfreda Benge / Robert Wyatt |
A
It's that look in your eyes,
Telling me lies.
So many promises broken.
What can I do?
What should I do?
Try to love you
just as you are?
'Cause I'm never going to change a thing about you,
Never ever going to change a thing.
(I'll) try to love you,
just as you are.
Should I leave? Should I stay?
Should I call it a day?
There's so much to say that's unspoken.
In your way you've been true,
all I can do
(is) try to love you
just as you are,
'Cause I'm never going to change a thing.
No, I'll never ever change a thing.
(I'll) try to love you
just as you are.
B
It's that look in your eyes,
I know you despise me,
For not being stronger.
What can I do?
What should I do?
I've always loved you
just as you are.
And I've never tried to change a thing,
never tried to change a thing about you.
Always loved you
just as you are.
Will you leave? Will you stay?
There may come a day
when I'm weak and I'm stupid no longer.
In my way, I've been true,
I've lived just for you,
ans always loved you,
just as you are.
I've never tried to change a thing,
never tried to change a thing about you,
Always loved you
just as you are.
| YOU YOU |
Alfreda Benge / Robert Wyatt |
You.
Yyou're there
like the light
wWhen the dark descends.
So I don't mind
when it's that time again.
'Cause it's time for
you you, for
you you, for
you you, to
see you,
when night comes again.
I'm tumbling down,
It's falling.
You
you gave me money.
It stuck in my memory.
Just like you.
You're here,
where you should be.
You......
You
Is it you?
Love,
Fading away with the night.
When dawn comes you're not there,
so terrible
to lose you,
when the morning comes.
You......
A.W.O.L.
Dedicated to David Greenberger |
Alfreda Benge / Robert Wyatt |
Hattie lives up in the attic now,
her feet rarely touching the ground,
haunted by waltzes with Harry.
(Harry's hat hanging here in the hall.)
Memoy's fading for Hattie now.
There?s nothing and no-one to trust.
Just the tick and the tock of the damnable clock,
as the world that she knows turns to dust.
Hattie stays up in her attic now,
in silence, except for the sound
of the tick and the tock of the damnable clock,
while the world that she knows disappears
Thinking in riddles,
Waving to trains.
Waving to trains that no longer run.
Thinking in riddles.
And waving to trains.
Waving to trains that no longer run.
| A BEAUTIFUL PEACE |
Robert Wyatt / Brian Eno |
(muttering)
I’ve been walking for hours,
needed a rest.
Take a good look around,
nowhere to rest.
There’s a shop
selling gentlemen’s suits.
Further along
an estate agent or two.
And a take-away sign
over a dusty door.
Shiny photos of food,
slightly microwaved.
There’s a methodist hall.
No Smoking
No Dogs
in the methodist hall.
It looks pretty grim
in the methodist hall,
despite a poster which says that
'He’s There for Us All'
And it’s a beatuful day,
for walking away.
Its’s a beautiful day,
but not here.
I really envy Christians.
I envy Muslems too.
It must be great to be so sure
as a top Hindu or Jew.
He said
'Pray to God for mercy'
He said
'Get down on your knees'
He said
ask Him for forgiveness,
and 'when you do,
say please'
And I got no-one to turn to
when I'm sinking in the shit.
Feel so sad and lonely,
no-one to tell me what to do.
He said,
well I 'shouldn't grumble'
If you just ask Him nicely
He'll 'iron out your frowns'.
And I don't believe in willpower;
self-expression's such a fraud.
I mean how can I express myself
when there's no self to express?
Be serious!
Put a sock in it.
Then put a lid on it.
Do us a favour.
Leave it out.
Plans were unveiled,
the press informed,
residents muttered their doubts and fears
at meetings.
A brace of councillors
voiced concern.
Some assent was murmured.
There were Advisors
and Expert Guidance had been sought.
Whom to trust?
Who could know
just what that meant:
Expert?
People are so ungrateful,
It's quite hard on Chairmen.
Directors of Planning must be given
the right to make Plans.
Just as, say,
the woodworm
must bore.
So too
Advisors must
Advise.
A BEAUTIFUL WAR |
Robert Wyatt / Brian Eno |
It's a beautiful day
to see my prey.
It's a beautiful day
for a daring raid
I can see my prey
from afar.
So I open the hatch.
And I drop the first batch.
It's a shame I'll miss the blaze,
but I'll see the film within days,
and I'll get to see the replay
of my beautiful day.
Re-live my day,
my beautiful day.
Re-live my beautiful day,
when I opened the hatch,
and I dropped the first batch,
how they got no time to flee.
Total success.
We'll all be free,
What a beautiful day.
Just a beautiful day
OUT OF THE BLUE |
Alfreda Benge / Robert Wyatt |
No need to wipe your feet,
The welcome mat's not there.
But just take care
before you dare to
step inside my door.
Something unbelievable
has happened to the floor.
These rooms won't give you shelter.
They're open to the air.
The upper storey's out of reach,
the stair's no longer there.
For reasons beyond all understanding,
You've blown my house apart.
You've set me free
(to let you know
you've planted
everlasting hatred in my heart
You've planted
everlasting hatred in my heart)
You've planted your everlasting
hatred in my heart.
Just a beautiful day
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Illustration : Alfreda Benge |
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DEL MONDO |
Ferretti / Zamboni / Maroccolo / Magnelli / Canali |
E'stato un tempo il mondo giovane e forte,
Odorante di sangue fertile,
Rigoglioso di lotte, moltitudini,
Splendeva pretendeva molto…
Famiglie donne incinte, sfregamenti,
Facce gambe pance braccia…
Dimora della carne, riserva di calore,
Sapore e familiare odore…
E'cavit di donna che crea il mondo,
Veglia sui tempo lo protegge…
Contiene membro d'uomo che s'alza e spinge,
Insoddisfatto poi distrugge…
Il nostro mondo adessso debole e vecchio,
Puzza il sangue versato infetto…
E'stato un tempo il mondo giovane e forte,
Odorante di sangue fertile,
Dimora della carne, riserva di calore,
Sapore e familiare odore…
Il nostro mondo adessso debole e vecchio,
Puzza il sangue versato infetto…
Povert magnanima, mala aventura,
Concedi compassione ai figli tuoi…
Glorifichi la vita, e gloria sia,
Glorifichi la vita e gloria…
E'stato un tempo il mondo giovane e forte,
Odorante di sangue fertile,
Famiglie donne incinte, sfregamenti,
Facce gambe pance braccia…
CANCION DE JULIETA |
Frederico Garcia Lorca / Robert Wyatt |
Un mar de sueno.
Un mar de tierra blanca,
y los arcos vacios por el cielo.
Mi cola por los mares, por las algas.
Mi cola por el tiempo.
Playa de los gusanos lenadores
y delfin de cristal por los cerezos.
Oh puro amianto de final!
Oh ruina!
Oh soledad sin arco!
Mar de sueno!
FRAGMENT |
Alfreda Benge / Robert Wyatt |
'Cause I'm never going to change a thing about you,
(I'll) try to love you.
HASTA SIEMPRE COMANDANTE |
Carlos Puebla |
Aprendimos a quererte
desde la histórica altura
donde el sol de tu bravura
le puso cerco a la muerte.
Tu mano gloriosa y fuerte
sobre la historia dispara
cuando todo Santa Clara
se despierta para verte.
Aquí se queda la clara,
la entrañable transparencia,
de tu querida presencia
Comandante Che Guevara.
Vienes quemando la brisa
con soles de primavera
para plantar la bandera
con la luz de tu sonrisa.
Aquí se queda la clara,
la entrañable transparencia,
de tu querida presencia
Comandante Che Guevara.
Tu amor revolucionario
te conduce a nueva empresa
donde esperan la firmeza
de tu brazo libertario.
Sequiremos adelante
como junto a ti seguimos
y con Fidel te decimos :
Hasta siempre, Comandante!
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