גיליתי עכשיו בשיטוטיי בפייסבוק שהיום יום הולדתה של האם-ואחות הרוחנית האהובה שלי, קרלי סיימון.
וככה כתבתי בדף המעריצים שלה, כשגיליתי:
I do not know any other singer-songwriter whose voice conveys so much emotion, who is so musically versatile, whose lyrics are so wise and poetic and at the same time unpretentious, and whose kind heart glows on her face while she sings... happy birthday Carly, wish you were my older sister :)
ובמה נחגוג את יום הולדתה אם לא בשירים...
הנה אחד שהוא לא מהמופתיים שלה, אבל כמה היא מרגשת אותי כשהיא שרה בקול נמוך: the night is filled with pretty girls…
הנה הקליפ של השיר שהוא סטוקרי ומפחיד (בשנות השמונים זה עוד לא נחשב מפחיד?), אז עדיף רק להקשיב לקולה המכשף ולקרוא את המילים:
You know what to do
The night is filled with pretty girls
Dancing shoes and flying hair
Not one of them would refuse
To follow you up the stairs
You could have your pick of them
Why decide to pick on me
You promised me you'd stay away
You promised me you'd set me free
Pounding of my heart
Trembling of my hands
Somethings I'll just never understand
[Chorus:]
You know what to do to me
You know what it does to me
You know what to do to me
You know what it does to me
You know what to do
The night is filled with shooting stars
I watch them fall 'cause I can't sleep
I pray that you won't call at all
I'm still awake at ten to three
I hear your motorcycle roar
You pull up short outside my door
I don't know how I got outside
I don't know why I'm on this ride
We make love like a house on fire
We make love like dogs gone mad
Somethings I'll just never understand
[Chorus]
Pounding out my heart
Trembling of my hands
Somethings I'll just never understand
ועכשיו שיר שהוא כן מהמופתיים שלה, הרי יש לי פה גם אחריות ביום חגיגי זה J
שיר שיש בו התבגרות וכמיהה והדינמיות של החיים... הכול!
להקשיב פה
Boys in the trees
I'm home again in my old narrow bed
Where I grew tall and my feet hung over the end
The low beam room with the window looking out
On the soft summer garden
Where the boys grew in the trees
Here I grew guilty
And no one was at fault
Frightened by the power in every innocent thought
And the silent understanding passing down
>From daughter to daughter
Let the boys grow in the trees
Do you go to them or do you let them come to you
Do you stand in back afraid that you'll intrude
Deny yourself and hope someone will see
And live like a flower
While the boys grew in the trees
Last night I slept in sheets the colour of fire
Tonight I lie alone again and curse my own desires
Sentenced first to burn and then to freeze
And watch by the window
Where the boys grew in the trees
ואם אתם באמת באמת אוהבים מישהו, אין דבר יותר מקסים להגיד לו מאשר זה:
Be with me
River runs to the sea
Salmon runs to the sea
If you need someone
You can run to me
Flowers grow to the sun
Shines on everyone
If you've lost the warmth
I will give you some
Lay back on the starry night
Feel as big and as small as you are
Well I see who you are
And I like what I see
If you want to be
You can be with me
יום הולדת שמח :)
