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#私を構成する9冊の小説

開高 健『夏の闇』
下村湖人『次郎物語』
マルセル・プルースト『失われた時を求めて』井上究一郎訳
オノレ・ド・バルザック『ゴリオ爺さん』高山鉄男訳
トルストイ『クロイツェルソナタ』 原 卓也 訳
ゲーテ『ヴィルヘルム・マイスターの修業時代』 山崎 章甫訳
ドストエフスキー 『カラマーゾフの兄弟』亀山 郁夫訳
ゴンチャロフ『オブローモフ』井上 満 訳
フォンターネ『エフィ・ブリースト 罪なき罪』加藤一郎訳
クリスティ『愛の旋律』中村 妙子訳

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ブックエンドスタジオでは、英語とドイツ語とエレクトリック・ベースを教えております。



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posted by Foomy at 02:56| 神奈川 | 雑学 | このブログの読者になる | 更新情報をチェックする

2012年11月13日

When we meet again Introduced as friends Please don't let on that you knew me when I was hungry and it was your world



Ooh, I bet you're wondering how I knew
'bout you're plans to make me blue
with some other guy that you knew before.
Between the two of us guys
you know I love you more.
It took me by surprise I must say,
when I found out yesterday.
Don't you know that...

I heard it through the grapevine
not much longer would you be mine.
Oh I heard it through the grapevine,
Oh and I'm just about to lose my mind.
Honey, honey yeah.

I know that a man ain't supposed to cry,
but these tears I can't hold inside.
Losin' you would end my life you see,
cause you mean that much to me.
You could have told me yourself
that you love someone else.
Instead...

People say believe half of what you see,
son, and none of what you hear.
I can't help bein' confused
if it's true please tell me dear?
Do you plan to let me go
for the other guy you loved before?
Don't you know...




Nobody feels any pain
Tonight as I stand inside the rain
Ev'rybody knows
That Baby's got new clothes
But lately I see her ribbons and her bows
Have fallen from her curls
She takes just like a woman, yes she does
She makes love just like a woman, yes she does
And she aches just like a woman
But she breaks just like a little girl.

Queen Mary, she's my friend
Yes, I believe I'll go see her again
Nobody has to guess
That Baby can't be blessed
Till she finally sees that she's like all the rest
With her fog, her amphetamine and her pearls
She takes just like a woman, yes she does
She makes love just like a woman, yes she does
And she aches just like a woman
But she breaks just like a little girl.

It's was raining from the first
And I was dying there of thirst
So I came in here
And your long-time curse hurts
But what's worse
Is this pain in here
I can't stay in here
Ain't it clear that.

I just can't fit
Yes, I believe it's time for us to quit
When we meet again
Introduced as friends
Please don't let on that you knew me when
I was hungry and it was your world
Ah, you fake just like a woman, yes you do
You make love just like a woman, yes you do
Then you ache just like a woman
But you break just like a little girl.



Lately I have had this strangest feeling,
with no vivd reasons here to find.
Yet the thought of losing's been hanging, round my mind...
Far more frequently you're wearing perfume,
with you say, "No special place to go"
But when I ask will you be coming back soon,
you don't know, never know.
Well, I'm a man of many wishes,
I hope my premonition misses,
but what I really feel, my eyes won't let me hide,
cause they always start to cry.
cause it's time could mean goodbye.
Lately I've been staring in the mirror,
very slowly picking me apart.
Tryin' to tell myself I have no reason, with your heart.
Just the other night while you were sleeping,
I vaguely heard you whisper someone's name.
But when I ask you of the thoughts you're keeping,
you just say, nothing's changed.
posted by Foomy at 17:53| ウィーン ☁| 雑学 | このブログの読者になる | 更新情報をチェックする

2012年11月12日

She asked me why The singer's name was Alice I said, listen baby You really wouldn't understand


She struts into the room
Well, I don't know her
But with a magnifying glance
I just sort of look her over

We have a drink or two
Well, maybe three
And then suddenly she starts telling me
Her life story, she says

"Baby, if you wanna be my lover
You better take me home
'Cause it's a long, long way to paradise
And I'm still on my own"

I told her that I came
From Detroit City
And I played guitar
In a long-haired rock 'n' roll band

She asked me why
The singer's name was Alice
I said, listen baby
You really wouldn't understand, then I said

"Baby, if you wanna be my lover
You better take me home
'Cause it's a long, long way to paradise
And I'm still on my own, on my own"

"Oh baby, if you wanna be my lover
You better take me home
'Cause it's a long, long way to paradise
And I'm still on my own, own"





Someone told me long ago
There’s a calm before the storm
I know, and it’s been coming for sometime
When it’s over so they say
It’ll bring a sunny day
I know, shining down like water

I wanna know, have you ever seen the rain
I wanna know, have you ever seen the rain
Coming down on a sunny day

Yesterday and days before
Sun is cold and rain is hot
I know, been that way for all my time
Till forever on it goes
Fill the circle fast and slow
I know, and I can’t stop my wonder

I wanna know, have you ever seen the rain
I wanna know, have you ever seen the rain
Coming down on a sunny day




People say I'm the life of the party
Because I tell a joke or two
Although I might be laughing loud and hearty
Deep inside I'm blue
So take a good look at my face
You'll see my smile looks out of place
If you look closer, it's easy to trace
The tracks of my tears..
I need you, need you
Since you left me if you see me with another girl
Seeming like I'm having fun
Although she may be cute
She's just a substitute
Because you're the permanent one..
So take a good look at my face
You'll see my smile looks out of place
If you look closer, it's easy to trace
The tracks of my tears..
I need you, need you
Outside I'm masquerading
Inside my hope is fading
Just a clown oh yeah
Since you put me down
My smile is my make up
I wear since my break up with you..
So take a good look at my face
You'll see my smile looks out of place
If you look closer, it's easy to trace
The tracks of my tears
posted by Foomy at 21:57| ウィーン ☁| 雑学 | このブログの読者になる | 更新情報をチェックする

Stones & Country


Wading through the waste stormy winter
And there's not a friend to help you through
Trying to stop the waves behind your eyeballs
Drop your reds drop your greens and blues

Thank you for your wine, california
Thank you for your sweet and bitter fruits
Yes, Ive got the desert in my toenail
And hid the speed inside my shoe

But come on come on down sweet virginia
Come on honey child I beg of you

Come on come on down you got it in you
Got to scrape that shit right off your shoes



Well, when you're sitting there
In your silk upholstered chair
Talking to some rich folks that you know
Well I hope you won't see me
In my ragged company
You know I could never be alone

Take me down little Susie, take me down
I know you think you're the Queen of the Underground
And you can send me dead flowers every morning
Send me dead flower by the mail
Send me dead flowers to my wedding
And I won't forget to put roses on your grave

Well, you're sitting back
In your rose pink Cadillac
Making bets on Kentucky Derby Day
I'll be in my basement room
With a needle and a spoon
And another girl can take my pain away

Take me down little Susie, take me down
I know you think you're the Queen of the Underground
And you can send me dead flowers every morning
Send me dead flower by the mail
Send me dead flowers to my wedding
And I won't forget to put roses on your grave

Take me down little Susie, take me down
I know you think you're the Queen of the Underground
And you can send me dead flowers every morning
Send me dead flower by the US mail
Say it with dead flowers at my wedding
And I won't forget to put roses on your grave
No I won't forget to put roses on your grave



I was drivin’ home early Sunday morning
Through Bakersfield,
Listening to gospel music on the coloured radio station,
And the preacher said: “You know you always have the lord by your side”
And I was so pleased to be informed of this
That I ran twenty red lights in his honour,
Thank you Jesus, thank you lord

I had an arrangement to met a girl, and I was kind of late
And I thought by the time I got there she’d be off,
She’d be off with the nearest truck driver she could find
Much to my surprise there she was sittin’ in a corner
Little bleary, worse for wear and tear
Was a girl with far away eyes
Well I tell you

So if you’re down on you’re luck, and you can’t harmonize
Find a girl with far away eyes
And if you’re downright disgusted
And life ain’t worth a dime
Get a girl with far away eyes
Well

Well the preacher kept right on saying
That all I had to do was send ten dollars
To the church of the sacred bleeding heart of Jesus,
Located somewhere in Los Angeles, California
And next week they’d say my prayer on the radio
And all my dreams would come true
So I did, and next week I got a prayer for the girl
Well you know what kind of eyes she got,
Well I tell you

So if you’re down on you’re luck, I know you all sympathize
Find a girl with far away eyes
And if you’re downright disgusted
And life ain’t worth a dime
Get a girl with far away eyes
So if you’re down on you’re luck, I know you all sympathize
Get a girl with far away eyes
posted by Foomy at 21:26| ウィーン ☁| 雑学 | このブログの読者になる | 更新情報をチェックする

Neighbours, do unto strangers, do unto neighbours, what you do to yourself (Jagger-Richards)


Neighbors, neighbors, neighbors
Have I got neighbors?
Have I got neighbors?
All day and all night

Neighbors
Have I got neighbors?
Ringing my doorbells
All day and all night

Ladies, have I got crazies?
Screaming young babies
No piece and no quiet
I got T.V.'s, saxophone playing
Groaning and straining
With the trouble and strife

Is it any wonder
Is it any wonder
Is it any wonder
That we fuss and fight

Neighbors, do unto strangers
Do unto neighbors
What you do to yourself, yourself, yourself

Is it any wonder
Is it any wonder
Is it any wonder
That we fuss and fight

Neighbors do unto strangers
Do onto neighbors what you do to yourself
Yourself, yourself, yourself
Neighbors, neighbors, neighbors

Neighbors, neighbors, neighbors
Do yourself a favour
Don't you mess with my baby
When I'm working all night
You know that neighbors
Steal off my table
Steal off my table
And doing alright, alright, alright

Neighbors do unto strangers
Do unto strangers
What you do to yourself
posted by Foomy at 20:57| ウィーン ☁| 雑学 | このブログの読者になる | 更新情報をチェックする

Miss You



Ive been holding out so long
Ive been sleeping all alone
Lord I miss you
Ive been hanging on the phone
Ive been sleeping all alone
I want to kiss you

Oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh
Oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh
Oooh oooh oooh

Oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh
Oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh
Oooh oooh oooh oooh

Well, Ive been haunted in my sleep
Youve been starring in my dreams
Lord I miss you
Ive been waiting in the hall
Been waiting on your call
When the phone rings
Its just some friends of mine that say,
Hey, what's the matter man?
Were gonna come around at twelve
With some puerto rican girls that are just dyin to meet you.
Were gonna bring a case of wine
Hey, lets go mess and fool around
You know, like we used to

Aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah
Aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah aaah
Aaah aaah aaah aaah

Oh everybody waits so long
Oh baby why you wait so long
Wont you come on! come on!

Ive been walking in central park
Singing after dark
People think Im crazy
Ive been stumbling on my feet
Shuffling through the street
Asking people, what's the matter with you boy?

Sometimes I want to say to myself
Sometimes I say

Oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh
Oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh
Oooh oooh oooh

Oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh
Oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh
I wont miss you child

I guess Im lying to myself
Its just you and no one else
Lord I wont miss you child
Youve been blotting out my mind
Fooling on my time
No, I wont miss you, baby, yeah
posted by Foomy at 20:42| ウィーン ☁| 雑学 | このブログの読者になる | 更新情報をチェックする

2012年05月16日

Keith Richards talks reggae…

In Jamaica they were getting two radio stations from the US that could reach that far with a very clear signal. One was out of Nashville, which played country music, obviously. And the other one was from New Orleans. And when I came back to Jamaica at the end of 1972, I realized that what they(d been doing was listening to these two stations and stacking them together. Listen to “Send Me the Pillow That You Dream On,” the reggae version that came out then by the Bleechers. The rhythm section is New Orleans, the voice and song are Nashville. You had basically the rockabilly, the black and the white stuck together in an amazing fashion. It was the same mixture of white and black that brought you rock and roll.
posted by Foomy at 03:28| 東京 ☁| 雑学 | このブログの読者になる | 更新情報をチェックする

I think Keith was kind of fascinated by country music. --Jim Dickinson

At Muscle Shoals Sound Studios, Alabama, we cut “Wild Horses”, “Brown Sugar” and “You Gotta Move.” The people that put the studio together – great bunch of southern guys, Roger Hawkins and Jimmy Johnson – famed musicians, part of the Muscle Shoals Rhythm Section – great soul records had been coming out there for several years – Wilson Picket, Aretha Franklin, Percy Sledge, it was on par with going to Chess Records, even though it was out of the way, we had wanted to record in Memphis.

Jim Dickinson: “Keith and I hit it off right away. Waiting for Jagger and whoever else, we started jamming. They still to this day think I’m a country piano player. I’m not sure why, because I can barely play country music. And I think Keith was kind of fascinated by country music. So we sat around that afternoon, playing Hank Williams songs and Jerry Lee Lewis songs, and they let me stay.”
posted by Foomy at 03:19| 東京 ☁| 雑学 | このブログの読者になる | 更新情報をチェックする

I reckon U can tell where someone came from by their musical tastes

Black American Music was going along like an express train. But Buddy Holly died, and Elvis was in the army gone wonky, white American music when I arrived was the Beach Boys and Bobby Vee. They were still stuck in the past. The Beatles were a milestone. Without the Beatles nobody would have broken the door down. And certainly they weren’t blues men. Beach Boys have very well-constructed songs, I took easily to the pop song idiom.

I’ve talked to guys like Joe Walsh about what they listened to when they were growing up, and it was all very provincial and narrow. He was listening to doo-wop and that was about it. Amazingly, he was first exposed to the blues, he said, by hearing us. Bobby Keys reckons he can tell where someone came from by their musical tastes.
posted by Foomy at 03:16| 東京 ☁| 雑学 | このブログの読者になる | 更新情報をチェックする

ボビー・キーズ

彼らは俺と同じテキサス/ラボック出身のBuddy Hollyの曲『Not Fade Away』をカヴァーした。
「この青白い顔した、変な英語を喋る、細い脚の奴らがバディーの歌で金を稼ぎにきたのか?奴らを蹴っ飛ばしてやる!」と思った。
同じ理由でビートルズも嫌っていた。本当は始めからストーンズを好きだったが認めなかった。いいよ、俺は一生ハーブ・アルパート&ティフアナブラスでも吹いてるからな、とツッパってみせた。ストーンズはヘッドライナーだったし、俺の 地元で俺の地元の音楽をやってのけることが許せなかった。三日間のイベントだったが、彼らはアメリカの音楽を俺たち以上によく知っていた。彼らには、エルヴィス、チャック、バディー、オービンソン、スコッティーの要素がたくさんあった。そして楽屋ではいつも音楽の話しをしてたし、ジョージ・ジョーンズの演奏を必死に研究していた。そして俺の顔を見るとすぐテキサス州の歴史について質問を投げかけた。とても人なつこい、研究熱心な奴らだった。特にギターのキースはね。そしてミックの歌はバディー並みに素晴らしかった。
posted by Foomy at 03:13| 東京 ☁| 雑学 | このブログの読者になる | 更新情報をチェックする