I have to transcribe these lyrics giving me chills this morning. From 'Aguas De Marco' by Getz /Gilberto / Jobim. I was just thinking the other day that I don't listen to much hip hop or contemporary rock because the lyrics are too strong. Well these lyrics are sublime, translated from the Portugese, but not suffering from it and delivered with awesome class and poise by Gilberto.
A stick, a stone,
its the end of the road
its the rest of us done
its a little unknown
its a sliver of class
it is life, its the sun
it is night, it is death
its a trap, its a gun
the oak when it flows
a fox in the brush
the knot in the wood
the sound of the thrush
the wood of the wind
a cleaf of thorn
a scratch, a lump
it is nothing at all
its the wind blowing free
its the end of the slope
its a beam, its a point,
its a hunch, its a hope
and the riverbank talks
of the waters of March
its the end of the strain
its the joy in our heart
the foot, the ground
the flash on the bow
the beat of the road
a slingshot stone
a fish, a flash,
a silvery glow
the fight, a bet,
the range of the bow
the bed of the whale
the end of the line,
the dismay in the face
its a loss, its a find
a spear, a spike
a point, a nail,
a drip, a drop,
the end of the deal
a truckload of bricks
in the soft morning light
the shot of a gun
in the dead of the night
a mile, a must,
a trust, a bump,
its a girl, its a rhyme,
its a goat, its the mumps
the plan of the hounds
the body in bed
and the car that got stuck
its the mud, its the mutt
afloat, adrift,
aflight, a wink,
a hulk, a quail,
and the promise of spring
and the riverbank talks
of the waters of March
its the promise of life
its the joy in our hearts.
Couple of things I'm not sure about here (truckload of bricks??!!) If anyone has a better transcription, please let me know.
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yes mark murphy the waters of march ---check it (on muse) will post it someday top tune
nice one, bacoso. thanks for dropping in!
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