Sunday at Bob's #36 - Evening Ode To The Night

Hello and welcome again
For yet another episode
For yet another hour
Of pleasure in music
Empty your head, empty your brain 

 

Let us begin
This evening ode
To the hours of full power
Half of the day, half of the week
Half of life, we imagine

We lose our chains at night
And witness explode
What was kept under cover
As long as the sun metallic
Had us on sight

So today, and just for you
We have a selection of songs that showed
Interest to be listened to in the obscure
Tender, enigmatic
Mystic night, with no light in dark blue

Here we go

Jordi Savall introduces us to the noble
Sound of Sephardic folk
Timeless treasure
For which I translated the lyrics
With the help of Google:

Sleep, sleep beautiful maiden
Sleep, sleep without craving and pain
It is your slave that you want so much
See you in a dream with great love.

Feel, my joy, to the sound of my guitar
Feel, angel, my ills on my face
Worth a little to look me in the face
If you don't look at me, you're going to kill me.

There are three years that my soul suffers
For you jewel my pretty lady
I don't sleep or night or day
Those who suffer from Anguisia the Guiya

We then travel all the way to Turkey

To enter the room, tiptoed

Observe wonderful creatures

Shadows cast on the wall's bricks

Let ourselves carried by the musique Soufie

The sound of a coin brings us back

People sang like wolfs howled

A bowl in the hand, a hand in the pocket, what a strange posture

Round metal on round ceramic

Round dance for one minute to the next track

Get off my ladder, don't make me shadow

Sing from Colombia, whose voices unload

Preserved secrets, untouched flowers

Tales of the Pacific

The Grupo Canalón de Timbiquí lets grow

 

For the second time here

The soft sound borrowed

To Zanmari Baré by our speakers

Enlighten our bi-weekly musical picnic

Maloya, it is always a thrill to hear

We enter night's exciting part and

For that we get on the road

To Liberia, to Kenya and their beautiful guitar players

Percussions, guitar and sticks

Is all they need to leave us us enchanted

Williamu Osale, Euphene Cooper, Grebo,

An Ashanti group and now Bounaly have us bestowed

Their sound so intimate it's like we're there

Hidden when they play we sneak a peak

And try not to forget before we go

The songs that link now and then

Metá Metá from a branch of river Amazon

With melodies as made from its water

Play the music unique

The songs that links us and them

And then of course jazz

With Max Roach and Mélanie de Biasio in person

For two last songs before it's over

And we return to our pathetic

Or very exciting everyday lifes

I am not gonna lie

Writing this article showed

My limits, I reckon the previous one was better

I reckon the next one will be less cryptic

Because I cant' over-try

At least I hope you enjoy the playlist

I am going back to civilian-mode

I see you in two weeks, sauf erreur

Check out before 10h30, don't be a dick

The receptionist

 

Playlist:

 

1. Jordi Savall - Durme, Hermosa Donzella
2. Nezih Uzel; Kudsi Erguner - Taksim makam ussak, ney, ussak ilâhî
3. Streichmusik Alder - Appenzeller-Zäuerli mit Talerschwingen
4. Canalon de Timbiqui - Quítate de Mi Escalera
5. Zanmari Baré - Lilet zoranze
6. Williamu Osale - Vijana Niwambie
7. Grebo - Kru Song with Guitar
8. Euphene Cooper - All For You
9. Ashanti Group - Ashanti: Percussion, Sticks, Guitar
10. Bounaly - Soko
11. Metá Metá - Man Feriman
12. Max Roach - The Drum Also Waltzes
13. Melanie de Biasio - Sweet Darling Pain