How is it I never see The waves that bring her words to me For though unseen they drift around They catch my breath and knock me down
I feel them quickly swirling by As they withdraw with my reply And slip into the dark of night As I attempt to stay upright
Instead I'm stranded on my knees As words depart upon the breeze That quickly drifts away from here And possibly won't reach her ear
If we could see these many waves That flow through clouds and sunken caves She'd sense at least the words that sought her On the wind and underwater (Phish)
Looks less like a breaking wave than a broken one, with the dark background showing all around the image edges like a cut and paste profound art statement.
Or, could be a warning about Global Freezing writ in Asian or Arabic upon the rock and lichen at the poles.
Jane--thanks for printing the "Wave" lyrics in their original Portuguese. I perform Jobim tunes all the time as instrumentals, but it's not often that I get to see the lyrics as "Tom" (Jobim's nickname) meant them. Beautiful stuff...
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22 comments:
How is it I never see
The waves that bring her words to me
For though unseen they drift around
They catch my breath and knock me down
I feel them quickly swirling by
As they withdraw with my reply
And slip into the dark of night
As I attempt to stay upright
Instead I'm stranded on my knees
As words depart upon the breeze
That quickly drifts away from here
And possibly won't reach her ear
If we could see these many waves
That flow through clouds and sunken caves
She'd sense at least the words that sought her
On the wind and underwater
(Phish)
We've been so caught up in the subject of personnel
Playing and acting, and slaving and bathing ourselves
Who lies and who tries to come over everyone
Painting a picture to show everyone in the world
Fearing is natural
New names and faces can bring
Build ups and barriers hiding behind everything
Who lies and who tries to come over everyone
Painting a picture to show everyone in the world
(Alice Cooper)
Wave
Vou te contar
Os olhos já não podem ver
Coisas que só o coração pode entender
Fundamental é mesmo o amor
É impossivel ser feliz sozinho
O resto é mar
É tudo que não sei contar
São coisas lindas
Que eu tenho pra te dar
Vem de mansinho a brisa e me diz
É impossivel ser feliz sozinho
Da primeira vez era a cidade
Da segunda o cais e a eternidade
Agora eu já sei
Da onda que se ergueu no mar
E das estrelas que esquecemos de contar
O amor se deixa surpreender
Enquanto a noite vem nos envolver
(Antônio Carlos Jobim)
Contra jane, c'est l'ecume des jours.
The white waves repeatedly try
To wash the brown beach clean;
Failed and wan, back down they slide:
They retreat: washed-out has-beens.
Breaking
The dark and damp sands
Need and frustrate
but capitulate to the waves
By the light of our star
and on account of the moon.
A wave of icing on a cinnamon roll?
Looks less like a breaking wave than a broken one, with the dark background showing all around the image edges like a cut and paste profound art statement.
Or, could be a warning about Global Freezing writ in Asian or Arabic upon the rock and lichen at the poles.
just beautiful
thank you ann
soap suds on a stone floor?
Titus22 abs on a saturday night.
Ruth Anne you cheated.
Trooper, you're killing me.
By clicking on the image, of course!
Althouse fooled us! I want a refund. Bwaaah.
I don't see "a torn poster on a rusty wall" or a sailboat or anything :(
How does a wall get rusty? Is it a metal shed? Help me!
That looks like graffiti on the wall; is it not?
Jane--thanks for printing the "Wave" lyrics in their original Portuguese. I perform Jobim tunes all the time as instrumentals, but it's not often that I get to see the lyrics as "Tom" (Jobim's nickname) meant them. Beautiful stuff...
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