Godiva Bonaparte del 31/5/2013

Bits, molt més que nits d'electrònica. Ràdio t'espera 98.1 Ràdio t'espera 98.1 El Just a la Fusta parlem de tot el que passa a Sant Just. És una cosa molt dura, la pujada de l'IVA. Tothom està manxant per costa de feina i veus que són gent més o menys preparada. L'única solució, jo veig, ha de ser alguna cosa remonsiva com el que va passar a Islàndia. Cal posar optimisme on hi ha. El jutge no estava al costat d'ells perquè hem de trobar alguna solució. que sigui que estigui davant. Els interessos de Sant Just. Sempre se t'acosta algú que té alguna pregunta o que té alguna resposta? Perquè n'hi ha d'esperança. Just a la fusta, vivim Sant Just en directe. Cada matí, de 10 a 1. La Penya del Morro és un programa de ràdio que fan una vintena de col·laboradors cada tarda de 5 a 7. parlant de les coses que passen a Sant Just, la seva història o el que passa a l'ExtraRadi. També parlem de televisió, esports, bandes conegudes o, fins i tot, notícies positives. Cada setmana connectem amb el Casal de Joves a Sant Just, fem un cara a cara amb els de Segundesso, i parlem del que no hem de fer a l'antigenda del programa. També tenim noves tecnologies, videojocs, llibres, llegents de concessos al cinema. El Josep el va atropellar un cotxe quan tenia 38 anys. L'accident el va deixar tetraplègic. Em vaig tirar 18 mesos, un any i mig, a l'hospital, i el meu pensament va ser, quan surtis d'aquí, què faràs? Que et vas amb por? perquè aquest món no està fet per tu, d'acord? Tu has de lluitar dia a dia. Sempre penses que a tu mai et passarà. Pel dia que et passa, company, ja no hi ha marxa enrere. Sí, podem evitar-ho. Per seguir l'actualitat del Baix Llobregat, informatiucomercal.com. Notícies, entrevistes, reportatges, agenda... No et perdis tot el que passa al teu voltant. Ara, la informació del baix llobregat al teu ordinador o dispositiu MOB. InformatiuComarcal.com. Ara escolta, es previu d'esfer, sintonitza, es previu d'esfer, carambles Sant Juny. Benvinguts al 29è programa Godiva Bonaparte. Turn down the lights Turn down the bed Turn down these forces Inside my head Lay down with me Tell me no lies Just hold me close. Don't pay too much. Don't pay too much. Cause I can't make you love me if you don't. You can't make your heart feel Something it won't Here in the dark These fine words I will read out my heart I feel the power But you don't No, you don't. So can make you love me if you don't. If you don't. No, you won't. I'll close my eyes and then I won't see. Lord, you don't feel when you're holding me. Mornin' will come And I'll do what's right Just give me till then To give up this fight And I will give up this fight Because I can't make you love me if you don't. I can't make your heart feel something at all. Here in the dark, these fine hours, I will let down my heart I feel the power but you don't No, you don't I can't make you love me if you don't And if you don't I found love, darling. I found love, darling. I found love, darling. I found love, darling, yeah. I found love, darling, darling. I found love, darling, yeah. I found love, darling, yeah. No puc fer que m'estimis del bon Aivar. Still falling Breathless and all again Inside Today. Beside me. Today. Around, broken in two. To your eyes shift into dust Like two strangers journeying into dust Till my hand shows the way Of fear. I could possibly be fading Or have something more to gain I could feel myself growing colder. I could feel myself under your feet. Under... your face. It was you, breathless and home, I could feel my eyes turning into dust. And two strangers turning into dust. llençant-me d'aquestes. No, no, no, no. There's a limit to your love Like a waterfall in slow motion I come out with no ocean There's a limit to your love Your love, your love, your love There's a limit to your care So carelessly there Is it truth or dare? There's a limit to your care There's a limit to your love Like a waterfall in snow There's a limit to your love Your love, your love, your love There's a limit to your care So carelessly there There's a limit to your care There's a limit to your care There's a limit to your care So carelessly left There's a limit to your care There's a limit to your love Like a waterfall in smoke Like a mouth with no fin There's a limit to your love There's a limit to your love Like a waterfall in slow motion Like a mouth with no ocean There's a limit to your love There's a limit to your love Your love, your love The way you draw Is like a stone Making bird you're flying But you've just been thrown off. Tell me don't come. I'm thrilled, didn't know. These eyes get stung. With every cut song These twisted times Can't compare to mine And have a lot We're loving good I should have cared Hem pogut sentir tres peces a la primera de totes, totes eren in to dust de la Massiestart, Després, Limit to Your Love, del James Blake. I, finalment, la que acabo de sentir és Drop the Hope Sandoval and the Warm Invasions. Com podeu comprovar, la llista d'avui no és apta per depressius. Walker sees the mistrise over no man's land. He sees in front of him a smashed up waste ground. There are no fields and trees, no blades of grass. L'endemà de les llengües, no hi ha cap llenguatge. Les llengües de la llum, no hi ha res per cantar. El camí no pot escoltar l'esforç. L'esforç de la sinfonia, per escoltar el començament de la llengua. I don't know what to do. Oh, oh, oh, oh. Oh, oh, oh, oh. Oh, oh, oh, oh. Death she must have been your will. Up on beneath the reaper's bell With your voice my belly sunk And I began to feel so drunk Candle, candle on my club Oh Lord, I must have heard you knock me out of bed As the flames licked my head And my lungs filled up black In their tiny little shack It was real and I repent All those messages you sent Clear as day, but in the night Oh, I couldn't get it right Oh, oh, oh, oh. Oh, oh, oh, oh. Oh, oh, oh, oh. Here is a church and here is a steeple. Open the doors, there are the people In all their little hearts at ease For another week's disease An eagle eagle tolling screams I never once left in between I was on the fence and I never wanted you to sense Down my throat into the pit with my head upon a spit Oh, Reverend, please, can I chew your ear? I've become what I most fear And I know there's no such thing as ghosts But I have seen the demon host Uh, uh, uh... Uh, uh, uh... Oh, oh, oh, oh. Oh, oh, oh, oh. Timbre, Timbre, Demon Host. Enorme aquest tema i el que heu sentit abans era de la PJ Harvey, també una de les meves preferides, amb Hanging on the Wire. I és que alguns estem al bord del precipici. You know, it wasn't very easy, was it, darling? To wear that pretty dress. All the dogs howling at the moon. And they're all pining for your rounds of champagne. Just another Wednesday night. Tomorrow you'll give up them damn cigarettes. Drive over the border to break through the gate to find a good face to meet the seaweed garden of your father's chosen grave. If you see me She says you really should be drinking gin. But that old model never stops me from advancing. She's a household widow, a military husband. Let the hands of a lesbian caress her stuffy body. The door swing right, The room fills up and leaves only empty glasses. A wind cuts our bail, the price bites my nails if I do nothing in my pockets. If you see I watch your mind as she walks to the door. No officer could find fault in her walk. She leads me through the tangle of chandeliers and lays herself down across a grand piece, undisturbed piano and whispers into my ear. As she falls to sleep. The words I have to say may well be simple but they're true. Until you give your love there's nothing more that we can do. Love is the opening door Love is what we came here for No one can offer you more Do you know what I mean? Have your eyes really seen? You say it's very hard To leave behind the life we knew But there's no other way And now it's really up to you Love is the key we must have Truth is the flame we must burn. Freedom is the lesson we must learn. You know what I mean. Have your eyes really seen? Love is the opening door Love is what we came here for No one could offer you more Do you know what I mean? Have your eyes really seen? Sí, sí. Preciosa aquesta love song de la Marianne Faithfull i el tema que heu sentit abans era de l'Stiff Smith a Hopeless Feminist. I com estem amb aquesta llista tan especial d'amors i d'esamors, el Politoxicoman número 1 que canta sempre en vers a tot això, i no és bona parte, és el seu alter ego Nick Cave. Espero que us agradi. For you dear I was born For you I was raised up For you I've lived and for you I will die For you I'm dying now You are my made little lover In a world where everybody fucks everybody else over You are so far from me So far from me Way across some cold neurotic sea Far from me I would talk to you of all manner of things And with a smile you would reply Then the sun would leave your pretty face And you'd retreat from the front of your eyes I keep hearing that you're doing your best I hope your heart beats happy In your infant praise You are so far from me. Far from me. Far from me. There is no knowledge but I know it. There's nothing to learn from that vacant voice That sails to me across the land From the ridiculous to the sublime It's good to hear you're doing so well But really can't you find somebody else That you can really take Did you ever care for me? Were you ever there for me? So far from me You told me you'd stick by me Through the thick and through the thin Those were your very words My fail weather friend. You are my brave hearted lover. The first taste of trouble when running back to mother. So far from me Far from me Suspended in your bleak and fishless sea Far from me Of me. Ah! Ah! God knows how I adore life When the wind turns on the shorelines another day I cannot ask for more. When the time bell blows my heart and I have scored a better day, well, nobody made this war of mine. And the moments that I enjoy, a place of love, Místeries of love where war is no more. When the time bell blows my heart And I have scored a better day Will nobody make this war of mine? Said I enjoy a place of love and mystery I'll be there any time Mysteries of love where war is no more I'll be there any time A l'estiu de l'Estat, a l'estiu de l'estiu de l'estiu de l'estiu de l'estiu de l'estiu de l'estiu de l'estiu de l'estiu de l'estiu de l'estiu de l'estiu Sí, sí, sí. Místeres de la Beth Gibbons, cantant de Portishead. Enorme tema que jo crec que difícilment el pot superar ningú. I en aquesta línia, amb aquesta tristor, malangia desitjada, que espero que l'estigueu gaudint, com jo. Ara ve lo millor. Long afloat on shipless oceans I did all my best to smile Till your singing Eyes and fingers drew me loving And you say, sell to me, sell to me, let me unfold you. Here I am, here I am, waiting to hold you. Did I dream you dreamed about me? Were you here when I was fox? Now my foolish boat is leaning Broken love, Lord, on your rocks Before you sing Touch me not Touch me not Come back tomorrow Oh, my heart Oh, my heart Shies from the sorrow I'm as puzzled as the oyster I'm as troubled as the tide Should I stand amid the breakers Or should I lie with death my bride Hear me sing Swim to me, swim to me, let me enfold you. Oh, my heart, oh, my heart, is waiting to hold you. The points of light shooting through the tree-stained vines. It draws me in to catch a fist full of wind and shine. But all day long I heal for the honey waiting for the one I love. The noons are hot with heartache aplenty when love's sick and done. Poist and refined, delicate and loosely lined. Oh, I am a dreamer, but I'll deny it till the day I die. who's all day long a heel for the honey waiting for the one I love. The noons are hot with heartache aplenty of love sick and undone. All day long a heel for the honey waiting for the one I love. I'm well done, I'm well done, I'm well done, I'm well done, She's alive Oh, Allah! Oh, Allah! Oh, Allah! Oh, Allah! Oh, Allah! Oh, Allah! L'estat espanyol i l'estat espanyol i amb aquest tema que està sonant ara mateix m'acomiado de tots vosaltres. Avui he estat soleta, amb bona part no he pogut venir i he fet la meva, el que em venia de gust i el que sentia. Espero que us les hagi agradat. Com que ara divendres us esperem aquí al programa Gòdiga Bona Parte. What this night wants is what it gets Drowning in silken knots lit by cigarettes Flaring side by side Where the streets are wet Is the only thing that's bright And I don't need to cross that bridge I find I'm swinging and sailing Over the pit tonight I'm hanging from a hit tonight It's wild enough to order up And talks across my lips What's making all my tears is taking all my fears away. But I don't need to cry, A moth that's swirling through the sage A creature crashing from a cage A shadow vaporised by a new sunrise A day she spends the night I'll choose always to sleep on one side. I lie down on my pillow and ask what her husband is like. Ooh... She says... I smiled a lot and I tip and slide And I see the sights with a well-trained eye But I calmly cry because I'm too much