No ship sailing

Echoes of the Broadway Everglades,
With her mythical madonnas still walking in their shades:
Lenny Bruce, declares a truce and plays his other hand.
Marshall McLuhan, casual viewin', head buried in the sand.
Sirens on the rooftops wailing,
but there's no ship sailing.
Groucho, with his movies trailing,
stands alone with his punchline failing.
(Genesis, Broadway Melody of 1974, 1974)

Songs of love

Thrown like a star in my vast sleep
I open my eyes to take a peep
To find that I was by the sea
Gazing with tranquility.

'Twas then when the Hurdy Gurdy Man
Came singing songs of love,
Then when the Hurdy Gurdy Man
Came singing songs of love.

(Donovan, Hurdy Gurdy Man, 1968)

Sans Soleil

Il m’écrivait que dans la banlieue de Tokyo, il y a un temple consacré aux chats.

«Je voudrais savoir vous dire la simplicité, l’absence d’affectation de ce couple qui était venu déposer au cimetière des chats une latte de bois couverte de caractères. Ainsi leur chatte Tora serait protégée. Non, elle n’était pas morte, seulement enfuie, mais au jour de sa mort personne ne saurait comment prier pour elle, comment intercéder pour que la Mort l’appelle par son vrai nom. Il fallait donc qu’ils viennent là tous les deux, sous la pluie, accomplir le rite qui allait réparer, à l’endroit de l’accroc, le tissu du temps.»

(Chris Marker, Sans soleil, 1983)

The last hymn is sung

And who comes here to wish me well?

A sweetly-scented angel fell.

She laid her head upon my disbelief

and bathed me with her ever-smile.

Jack rabbit mister spawn a new breed

of love-hungry pilgrims (no bodies to feed).

Show me a good man and I'll show you the door.

The last hymn is sung and the devil cries "More".

(Jethro Tull, A Passion Play, 1973)

Make a Dream

And summer goes

Falls to the sidewalk like string and brown paper.

Winter blows, up from the river,

There's no one to take her

To the sea.

Like magazines

Fading in dusty grey attics and cellars

Make a dream, dream back to summer

And hear how he tells her,

"Wait for me".

(Joni Mitchell, Marcie, 1968)

You and Me

If the sun refused to shine

I would still be loving you.

When mountains crumble to the sea

There will still be you and me.

(Led Zeppelin, Thank You, 1969)

Dedicado a R, principio y fin.

I ran away in the morning

New York tendaberry

Blue berry

A rush on rum

Of brush and drum

And the past is a blue note

Inside me

I ran away in the morning

Now I'm back

Unpacked

Sidewalk and pigeon

You look like a city

But you feel like a religion

To me

(Laura Nyro, New York tendaberry, 1969)