... köp gardiner!

Eller kanske tvätta fönstren,

för att släppa in ännu mer?

Here comes the sun!

Vilken kvinna!
    Yasmin Levy: "Mano suave"

32-åriga Yasmin Levy är israelisk judinna, musiker och ladinosångerska. Ladino eller sefardisk spanska är det språk som härstammar ur den spanska som talades av de judar som fördrevs ur Spanien 1492. Och som därefter spreds till andra delar runt Medelhavet. Framför allt till områden som nu är Grekland, Turkiet, Egypten och Israel.

(Lånade texten & bilden från DN).

LYSSNA på "Adio kerida" !

Och här kan du lyssna på "Irme kero"

Helt otroligt begåvad!!!!

Kolla bara. 

Hittade en fin länk med härliga Monica-låtar.

Underbart, eller hur? 

(Och, så snygg hon var!)

Här är en annan skiva som jag önskar mig.

Pool of happiness.

Med två artister som jag verkligen gillar:

Anders Widmark och Sara Isaksson. 

Här lyssnas det på allehanda musikgenrer ...

Fick just tips av DN om denna svängiga

låt med Anna Christoffersson.

Yeah! 

I like it! 

Från Annas hemsida:

Anna föddes 1977 i Göteborg och bor nu i Stockholm sedan några år.

Dit flyttade hon för att, efter många omvägar, äntligen ägna sig åt

musiken på heltid.
Anna är som alltid aktuell tillsammans med Steve Dobrogosz. Duon

släppte sin första skiva, It's always you 2006 och spelar runt om i

Sverige.
Anna studerar vid SMI - Stockholms musikpedagogiska institut,

sjunger i Immanuel Gospel samt skriver och spelar sin musik där

hennes soloplatta "One" släpps i jannuari 2008.

Skriver upp på önskelistan .... 

                           

Bloggvän Anders tipsade om en av sina favoriter

på sin blogg: Richard Thompson.

Och visst sjunger och spelar han underbart!

Här kan du lyssna till Richard Thompson när han berättar om hur han älskar "sad songs" och sedan höra honom i en mycket vacker och sorglig låt.

Texten kommer här:

Beeswing
Written by Richard Thompson

I was nineteen when I came to town, they called it the Summer of Love
They were burning babies, burning flags. The hawks against the doves
I took a job in the steamie down on Cauldrum Street
And I fell in love with a laundry girl who was working next to me

Oh she was a rare thing, fine as a bee's wing
So fine a breath of wind might blow her away
She was a lost child, oh she was running wild
She said "As long as there's no price on love, I'll stay.
And you wouldn't want me any other way"

Brown hair zig-zag around her face and a look of half-surprise
Like a fox caught in the headlights, there was animal in her eyes
She said "Young man, oh can't you see I'm not the factory kind
If you don't take me out of here I'll surely lose my mind"

Oh she was a rare thing, fine as a bee's wing
So fine that I might crush her where she lay
She was a lost child, she was running wild
She said "As long as there's no price on love, I'll stay.
And you wouldn't want me any other way"

We busked around the market towns and picked fruit down in Kent
And we could tinker lamps and pots and knives wherever we went
And I said that we might settle down, get a few acres dug
Fire burning in the hearth and babies on the rug
She said "Oh man, you foolish man, it surely sounds like hell.
You might be lord of half the world, you'll not own me as well"

Oh she was a rare thing, fine as a bee's wing
So fine a breath of wind might blow her away
She was a lost child, oh she was running wild
She said "As long as there's no price on love, I'll stay.
And you wouldn't want me any other way"

We was camping down the Gower one time, the work was pretty good
She thought we shouldn't wait for the frost and I thought maybe we should
We was drinking more in those days and tempers reached a pitch
And like a fool I let her run with the rambling itch

Oh the last I heard she's sleeping rough back on the Derby beat
White Horse in her hip pocket and a wolfhound at her feet
And they say she even married once, a man named Romany Brown
But even a gypsy caravan was too much settling down
And they say her flower is faded now, hard weather and hard booze
But maybe that's just the price you pay for the chains you refuse

Oh she was a rare thing, fine as a bee's wing
And I miss her more than ever words could say
If I could just taste all of her wildness now
If I could hold her in my arms today
Well I wouldn't want her any other way

....men, ändå!

Är inte Anna Stadlings röst underbar?

Jag ryser. 

(Tycker att hennes version är bättre än den med Miss Li.) 

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