"Operator, number please...it´s been so many years" (Lady Taurus #11)

Happy Birthday!

Avui és el 38 aniversari de la canadenca Martha Wainwright, la més jove d´una família d´impresionant currículum musical: filla de Loudon Wainwright III i Kate McGarrigle (en pau descansi). I germana de Rufus Wainwright, qui per cert està confirmat com a cap de cartell del primer vespre del vilanoví i recent nat VIDA festival (hereu de l´enyorat Faraday).

Martha va debutar a Espanya (i no sé si a Europa!) de la mà de Waiting For Waits quan tenia 27 anys i començava la seva carrera. (El meu agraïment al seu marit Brad Albetta per haver-ho fet possible).

Era el juliol de l´any 2003 i únicament tenia un Ep enregistrat:

Va telonejar al gran Peter Case en dues actuacions: una a ARCA i l´altra al temple pobler de Sa Congregació, on es va passar tota l´actuació de Peter xerrant per teléfon amb el seu al.lot de Nova York...A n´en Pep Zero encara el renyen de l´Ajuntament de Sa Pobla per la factura telefònica de l´estiu del 2003 (ja,ja,ja).

Xerrant de telefonades en la distància, sabeu quina va ser la versió de Tom Waits que va fer Lady TAURUS Wainwright?. Idò si, una de la bellíssima "Martha" de l´àlbum de debut del californià Closing Time:

"Operator, number please, it´s been so many years.

She remembers, my old voice, while I fight the tears..."

Vos deix amb un tema propi de Martha Wainwright, que suposa ja el número 11 del playlist Lady Taurus, no sense abans recordar-vos que avui també és l´aniversari de MARTA Sánchez! (qui fou mite eròtic de tota la secció masculina de la meva classe de -any 1988- vuité d´EGB...quan dic tota m´incloc!)

Lady TAURUS Track #11

"BLOODY MOTHER FUCKIN´ ASSHOLE" 

by Martha Wainwright

 

Poetry is no place for a heart that's a whore
And I'm young and I'm strong
But I feel old and tired, over fired

And I've been poked and stoked
It's all smoke, there's no more fire, only desire
For you, 'ever you are
For you, 'ever you are

You say my time here has been some sort of joke
That I've been messin' around
Some sort of incubating period
For when I really come around
I'm cracking up and you have no idea

No idea how it feels to be on your own
In your own home with the fuckin' phone
And the mother of gloom in your bedroom
Standing over your head with her hand in your head
With her hand in your head

I will not pretend, I will not put on a smile
I will not say I'm all right for you
When all I wanted was to be good
To do everythin' in truth
To do everythin' in truth

Oh, I wish, I wish, I wish I was born a man
So I could learn how to stand up for myself
Like those guys with guitars, I've been watchin' in bars
Who've been stampin' their feet to a different beat
To a different beat
To a different beat

I will not pretend, I will not put on a smile
I will not say I'm all right for you
When all I wanted was to be good
To do everythin' in truth
To do everythin' in truth

You bloody mother fuckin' asshole
Oh, you bloody mother fuckin' asshole
Oh, you bloody mother fuckin' asshole
Oh, you bloody mother fuckin' asshole
Oh, you bloody mother fuckin' asshole
Oh you bloody

I will not pretend, I will not put on a smile
I will not say I'm all right for you
For you, 'ever you are
For you, 'ever you are
For you, 'ever you are

Songwriters
Martha Wainwright

Published by
NETTWERK ONE A MUSIC US