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Fideos con manteca IX
Bill Frisell - Egg Radio ( Quartet )
Montreal Jazz Festival - 2002
Bill Frisell (guitar, loops) Ron Miles (trumpet) Billy Drewes (sax) Curtis Fowlkes (trombone) Geg Lelsz (slide guitar) David Piltch (bass) Matt Chamberlain (drums)
Montreal Jazz Festival - 2002
Bill Frisell (guitar, loops) Ron Miles (trumpet) Billy Drewes (sax) Curtis Fowlkes (trombone) Geg Lelsz (slide guitar) David Piltch (bass) Matt Chamberlain (drums)
Fideos con manteca VII
House with no Door
There's a house with no door and I'm living there;
at nights it gets cold and the days are hard to bear inside.
There's a house with no roof, so the rain creeps in,
falling through my head as I try to think out time.
I don't know you, you say you know me;
that may be so, there's so much that I am unsure of.
You call my name, but it sounds unreal, I forget how I feel:
my body's rejecting the cure.
There's a house with no bell but then nobody calls;
I sometimes find it hard to tell if any are alive at all outside.
There's a house with no sound; yes, it's quiet there -
there's not much point in words if there's no-one to share in time.
I've learned my lines, I know them so well,
I am ready to tell whoever will finally come in
of the line in my mind that's cold in the night....
It doesn't seem right
when there's that little dark figure running.
There's a house with no door and there's no living there:
one day it became a wall...well I didn't really care at the time.
There's a house with no light, all the windows are sealed,
overtaxed and strained - now nothing is revealed but time
I don't know you, you say you know me -
that may be so, there's so much that I am unsure of.
You call my name, but it sounds unreal;
I forget how I feel, my body's rejecting the cure.
Won't somebody help me?
There's a house with no door and I'm living there;
at nights it gets cold and the days are hard to bear inside.
There's a house with no roof, so the rain creeps in,
falling through my head as I try to think out time.
I don't know you, you say you know me;
that may be so, there's so much that I am unsure of.
You call my name, but it sounds unreal, I forget how I feel:
my body's rejecting the cure.
There's a house with no bell but then nobody calls;
I sometimes find it hard to tell if any are alive at all outside.
There's a house with no sound; yes, it's quiet there -
there's not much point in words if there's no-one to share in time.
I've learned my lines, I know them so well,
I am ready to tell whoever will finally come in
of the line in my mind that's cold in the night....
It doesn't seem right
when there's that little dark figure running.
There's a house with no door and there's no living there:
one day it became a wall...well I didn't really care at the time.
There's a house with no light, all the windows are sealed,
overtaxed and strained - now nothing is revealed but time
I don't know you, you say you know me -
that may be so, there's so much that I am unsure of.
You call my name, but it sounds unreal;
I forget how I feel, my body's rejecting the cure.
Won't somebody help me?
Fideos con manteca V
| Velvet Underground Performance - Exploding Plastic Inevitable - The Factory Andy Warhol - European Son |
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Fideos con manteca III
| Summertime Video | |||
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| Summertime x | |||
| Stan Getz, Joao&Astrud Gilberto | |||
| Maria Callas | |||
| Billie Holiday & LouisArmstrong | |||
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Fideos con manteca II
Summertime x Aretha Franklin & Louis Armstrong Janis Joplin Ray Charles Miles Davis Ella-Fitzgerald & Louis-Armstrong Charlie Parker | |
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