Tuesday, July 25, 2017

Natalia M. King / I Need to See You




Natalia M.King
I Need To See You

a battered heart
is just another start
to a waiting
lay me down and die story.

long are the days
with my obsessive ways
i start to trouble
i start to worry

god help me if i'm right
god help me if i'm wrong
don't wanna put up a fight
but you've been gone away too long

i need
i need to see
i need to see you
i need to see you again

an hour's like a day
a day is like a year
when we're apart
and when you're not here to please me

i see your way
to foreplay
is to make me wait and hunger
while you tease me

god help me if i'm right
god help me if i'm wrong
don't wanna put up a fight
but you've been gone away too long

i need
i need to see
i need to see you
i need to see you again

i'm not saying 
that i regret the past
and i'm not saying
that we are gonna last
i'm not saying 
that this is a one time fling
and i'm definitely not saying
that this is gonna be forever thing

i'm just saying
i'm just saying

i need
i need to see
i need to see you
i need to see you again







Saturday, July 22, 2017

Scent of a Woman / The Tango


Gabrielle Anwa y Al Pacino
Al Pacino / Gabrielle Anwa
Scent of a Woman
The Tango 
1992


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=F2zTd_YwTvo


CLIP DESCRIPTION:
Frank (Al Pacino) teaches the beautiful and charming Donna (Gabrielle Anwar) how to dance the tango.

FILM DESCRIPTION:
Driven by an extravagant, tour-de-force performance by Al Pacino, Scent of a Woman is the story of Frank Slade (Pacino), a blind, retired army colonel who hires Charlie Simms (Chris O'Donnell), a poor college student on the verge of expulsion, to take care of him over Thanksgiving weekend. At the beginning of the weekend, Frank takes Charlie to New York, where he reveals to the student that he intends to visit his family, have a few terrific meals, sleep with a beautiful woman and, finally, commit suicide. The film follows the mis-matched pair over the course of the weekend, as they learn about life through their series of adventures. Though the story is a little contrived and predictable, it pulls all the right strings, thanks to O'Donnell's sympathetic supporting role and Pacino's powerful lead performance, for which he won his first Academy Award. Scent of a Woman is based on the 1975 Italian film Profumo Di Donna.

CREDITS:
TM & © Universal (1992)
Cast: Chris O'Donnell, Al Pacino, Gabrielle Anwar
Director: Martin Brest
Producers: Martin Brest, G. Mac Brown, Ronald L. Schwary
Screenwriters: Giovanni Arpino, Bo Goldman, Ruggero Maccari, Dino Risi

Tuesday, July 11, 2017

Adele / He Won't Go


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Dftny5HSU48

Adele
He Won't Go

Some say I'll be better without you
But they don't know you like I do
Or at least the sides I thought I knew

I can't bear this time
It drags on as I lose my mind
Reminded by things I find
Like notes and clothes you left behind

Wake me up, wake me up when all is done
I won't rise until this battle's won
My dignity's become undone

But I won't go
I can't do it on my own
If this ain't love, then what is?
I'm willing to take the risk

I won't go
I can't do it on my own
If this ain't love, then what is?
I'm willing to take the risk

So petrified, I'm so scared to step into this ride
What if I lose my heart and fail declined?
I won't forgive me if I give up trying

I heard his voice today
I didn't know a single word he said
Not one resemblance to the man I met
Just a vacant broken boy instead

But I won't go
I can't do it on my own
If this ain't love, then what is?
I'm willing to take the risk

I won't go
I can't do it on my own
If this ain't love, then what is?
I am willing to take the risk

There will be times
We'll try and give it up
Bursting at the seams, no doubt
We'll almost fall apart then burn the pieces
To watch them turn to dust
But nothing will ever taint us

I won't go
I can't do it on my own
If this ain't love, then what is?
I'm willing to take the risk

I won't go
I can't do it on my own
If this ain't love, then what is?
I am willing to take the risk

Will he... will he still remember me?
Will he still love me even when he's free?
Or will he go back to the place where he would choose the poison over me?

When we spoke yesterday,
He said to hold my breath and sit and wait
"I'll be home so soon, I won't be late"

He won't go
He can't do it on his own
If this ain't love, then what is?
He's willing to take the risk

So I won't go
He can't do it on his own
If this ain't love, then what is?
I'm willing to take the risk

Cause he won't go
He can't do it on his own
If this ain't love, then what is?
We're willing to take the risk

I won't go
I can't do it on my own
If this ain't love, then what is?

I'm willing to take the risk






Monday, July 10, 2017

Christina Perri / A Thousand Years



https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X5JOH-xn7mg

Christina Perri 
A Thousand Years 

Heart beats fast
Colors and promises
How to be brave
How can I love when I'm afraid
To fall
But watching you stand alone
All of my doubt
Suddenly goes away somehow
One step closer

(Chorus)

I have died every day
waiting for you
Darlin' don't be afraid
I have loved you for a
Thousand years
I'll love you for a
Thousand more



Time stands still
beauty in all she is
I will be brave
I will not let anything
Take away
What's standing in front of me
Every breath,
Every hour has come to this
One step closer

(Chorus)
I have died every day
Waiting for you
Darlin' don't be afraid
I have loved you for a
Thousand years
I'll love you for a
Thousand more
And all along I believed
I would find you
Time has brought
Your heart to me
I have loved you for a
Thousand years
I'll love you for a
Thousand more
One step closer
One step closer

(Chorus)
I have died every day
Waiting for you
Darlin' don't be afraid,
I have loved you for a
Thousand years
I'll love you for a
Thousand more
And all along I believed
I would find you
Time has brought
Your heart to me
I have loved you for a
Thousand years
I'll love you for a
Thousand more






Songs
Billie Holiday / Strange fruit
Billie Holiday / All of me

 

Sunday, July 9, 2017

Chris Isaak / Can´t Help Falling In Love With You


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UJ8RBj_P0KQ
Brad Pitt and Claire Forlani
Meet Joe Black by Martin Brest
1998



Chris Isaak 
Can´t Help Falling In Love With You


Wise men say only fools rush in
but I can't help falling in love with you
Shall I stay
would it be a sin
If I can't help falling in love with you

Like a river flows surely to the sea
Darling so it goes
some things are meant to be
take my hand, take my whole life too
for I can't help falling in love with you

Like a river flows surely to the sea
Darling so it goes
some things are meant to be
take my hand, take my whole life too
for I can't help falling in love with you
for I can't help falling in love with you





Scenes from "Meet Joe Black", 1998, , directed by Martin Brest and starring Brad Pitt, Claire Forlani and Anthony Hopkins.
Can´t Help Falling In Love With You was sung by Elvis Presley in the movie Blue Hawaii (1968).
Album - Beyond the Sun (2011) through Vanguard Records label.







Wednesday, July 5, 2017

Etta James / Misty Blue



Etta James 
Misty Blue 

Composer and original singer - Bob Montgomery
Album - The Dreamer (2011)



Oh, it's been such a long, long time

Looks like I'd get you off my mind
Oh, but I can't
Just the thought of you
Turns my whole world misty blue

Oh honey, just the mention of your name
Turns the flicker to a flame
Listen to me good, baby
I think of the things we used to do
And my whole world turns misty blue

Ooooh baby, I should forget you
Heaven knows I tried
Baby, when I say that I'm glad we're through
Deep in my heart I know I've lied
I've lied, I've lied

Ooooh honey, it's been such a long, long time
Looks like I'd get you off my mind
But I can't
Just the thought of you, my love
My whole world turns misty blue

Ooooh, Oh, I can't, Oh , I can't
Oh, I can't forget you
My whole world turns misty blue
Ooooh, Oh, my love
My whole world turns misty blue
Baby, baby, baby, baby
Baby, I can't forget you
My whole world turns misty blue





Monday, July 3, 2017

Ariel by Sylvia Plath / Review



Ariel by Sylvia Plath - review


'The book is an insight into her mind, as I feel poetry is to any poet'


Scoutingforbooks
Wednesday 3 December 2014 09.00 GMT

Ariel by Sylvia Plath is a book of poems dominated by the idea of death, suicide and sadness, which, unfortunately, seems to be what you would imagine was on Plath's mind at the time, as she soon ended her time on this earth (hopefully an ending she did not regret). The book is an insight into her mind, as I feel poetry is to every poet (poetry is one of the most expressive forms of writing).
There are many poems in the book, but, unfortunately I am unable to write about all of them, so I will write about some of the most interesting, mind boggling and beautiful of them, to me to say the least as I am the beholder and will share the beauty I have found within these poems, the book.
Elm; a two paged insight into life, the pure horridness of it, of this, what we're all doing now, just… living, though we do not all see life in this life we must notice some people do, and try to understand why, which if you really look into it, is not the hardest thing to do, one line from this poem really shows the true sad beauty of its meaning, to me at least, and anybody who has the sense to realise this small truth: "I have started the atrocity of sunsets. Scorched to the roots".
Then there's 'Lady Lazarus', not a poem I'm obsessed with or I love to the end, but it is one line from the poem which I truly love, I'm not sure why it's got this kind of funny brutality to it, someone else might not even notice it but to me it shimmers in the poem, like a gleaming light.
"Dying is an art, like everything else. I do it exceptionally well".
I give this book a 8/10 for its sheer greatness.



Tuesday, June 27, 2017

Carol Ann Duffy / Valentine



VALENTINE
by Carol Ann Duffy


Carol Ann Duffy / Valentine

Valentine
Not a red rose or a satin heart.

I give you an onion.
It is a moon wrapped in brown paper.
It promises light
like the careful undressing of love.

Here.
It will blind you with tears
like a lover.
It will make your reflection
a wobbling photo of grief.

I am trying to be truthful.

Not a cute card or a kissogram.

I give you an onion.
Its fierce kiss will stay on your lips,
possessive and faithful
as we are,
for as long as we are.

Take it.
Its platinum loops shrink to a wedding ring,
if you like.
Lethal.
Its scent will cling to your fingers,
cling to your knife.


Friday, June 23, 2017

Carol Ann Duffy / Anne Hathaway




Anne Hathaway

by Carol Ann Duffy


'I gyve unto my wife mi second best bed...' 

(from Shakespeare's will)




The bed we loved in was a spinning world
of forests, castles, torchlights, clifftops, seas
where he would dive for pearls. My lover's words
were shooting stars which fell to earth as kisses
on these lips; my body now a softer rhyme
to his, now echo, assonance; his touch
a verb dancing in the centre of a noun.
Some nights, I dreamed he'd written me, the bed 
a page beneath his writer's hands. Romance
and drama played by touch, by scent, by taste.
In the other bed, the best, our guests dozed on,
dribbling their prose. My living laughing love -
I hold him in the casket of my widow's head
as he held me upon that next best bed.



Tuesday, June 20, 2017

Carol Ann Duffy / Warming her pearls




Warming her pearls
by Carol Ann Duffy
for Judith Radstone

Next to my own skin, her pearls. My mistress
bids me wear them, warm them, until evening
when I’ll brush her hair. At six, I place them
round her cool, white throat. All day I think of her,

resting in the Yellow Room, contemplating silk
or taffeta, which gown tonight? She fans herself
whilst I work willingly, my slow heat entering
each pearl. Slack on my neck, her rope.

She’s beautiful. I dream about her
in my attic bed; picture her dancing
with tall men, puzzled by my faint, persistent scent
beneath her French perfume, her milky stones.

I dust her shoulders with a rabbit’s foot,
watch the soft blush seep through her skin
like an indolent sigh. In her looking-glass
my red lips part as though I want to speak.

Full moon. Her carriage brings her home. I see
her every movement in my head…. Undressing,
taking off her jewels, her slim hand reaching
for the case, slipping naked into bed, the way

she always does…. And I lie here awake,
knowing the pearls are cooling even now
in the room where my mistress sleeps. All night
I feel their absence and I burn.