Mariza - Primavera - Lisbon -live

What a voice – I will always remember that she sang Primavera for me upon request in a small, intimate, candlelit Fado club in Lisbon. Alas I cannot find any performances there only this concert.


Todo o amor que nos prendera
Como se fora de cera
Se quebrava e desfazia
Ai funesta primavera
Quem me dera, quem nos dera
Ter morrido nesse dia

E condenaram-me a tanto
Viver comigo meu pranto
Viver, viver e sem ti
Vivendo sem no entanto
Eu me esquecer desse encanto
Que nesse dia perdi

Pão duro da solidão
É somente o que nos dão
O que nos dão a comer
Que importa que o coração
Diga que sim ou que não
Se continua a viver

Todo o amor que nos prendera
Se quebrara e desfizera
Em pavor se convertia
Ninguém fale em primavera
Quem me dera, quem nos dera
Ter morrido nesse dia

Woke Up This Morning

The horror began when she walked down the aisle
The cereal one in the Coop
He was all suburban Al Pacino cop suit and swagger
But he played lead role in Bad Lieutenant
And the demon darkness reminded her of dad

A tisket, a tasket, he put her in his basket
She was putty slutty in his hands
Was soon push me, pull you toxic
In a probably, maybe, meet you
Then cancel, lastminute sorta way

It drove her exorcist mad with desire
She spat cat-like and trouble-slept with hate
I warned her – everyone warned her
Thrusting his forked tongue down her throat
And his feral manhood in her hand

He was Louis Cyphre to her soul
An egg poised between long, blackened
thumb and forefinger
Salaciously flexing and squeezing
So tempting to crush – to mush.