Years ago when I started writing songs, I only wrote them in Spanish. Then, along the way, I stopped and only wrote them in English. It's been years since I've written a song in my native tongue so I'm pretty excited about this song. It's called "La mórbida luz." I really hope you dig it, even if you don't speak Spanish.

La mórbida luz (no trumpet version)

"É Preciso Perdoar" was written by Alcivando Luz and Carlos Coqueijo. João Gilberto recorded it and released it on his 1973 self-titled album known as the "white album" (he has another self-titled album from 1961).

I'm pretty sure he was the first one to record this song. I'm not sure if Alcivando and Coqueijo wrote it specifically for him. It is one of my favorite Gilberto recordings, and that's saying a lot.

This here is my homemade attempt at playing this beautiful number. I hope you dig it.

É Preciso Perdoar

Written by Carlos Lyra and Vinicius de Moraes.

Você e Eu

http://randyhaddock.com/post/75179670121/cannon-ball-blues-was-recorded-by-the-carter

Cannon Ball Blues

Old song, old recording.

http://randyhaddock.com/post/82114725170/this-is-an-old-old-ditty-of-mine-the-recording

Sit Down Wonder

Janta

Fire, fire
underneath the deck.
Run fast.
Water, water
boards the sinking ship.
Swim out into the end.

I'll stay by your side
looking for the tide that 
brings us back,
or a flare to lead the night.

Waiting for a sound
louder than the howling
of an ever-slowing heart,
grabbing waves that hug the light.

The wreck,
hiding in plain sight, 
laid to rest,   
with a crashing fist of surge and regret, 
the undetermined emptiness 
of fate,
leaving cracks that trap the way
in its feebleness. 

We’re cradled by the 
swaying of permanence,
by the comfort of known hands and dry land
where

you amaze me with those eyes
you awash me in the sand 
that
swallows me whole
in its feebleness. 

The Swaying of Permanence

Written by Len Chandler and Robert Kaufman.

Green, Green Rocky Road

Waiting Around to Die

Tiendo a pensar
que si te vas,
el mundo acaba.
Se apaga el portal.

La oscuridad, 
en su analgésica ambición 
de arrebozar,
me hace mal. 
Me taladra la caricia
de tu vacilante huella.
Responde la espuma agitada
con su deslice atrás
para luego regresar.
 
En el crepúsculo del vientre
el cuervo se come
el folio arrugado 
de carne manchada
por tinta hervida en el 
fogón de la veracidad,
por aire contaminado
que nos revienta aún más
hacia la inseguridad,
hasta la nubosidad.

Prefiero ignorar
a confrontar
el flujo aluvial
de la rota casa.

Se llena de sal
el pozo de agua.
Ruge la seca garganta
y escupe una carta
arropada en el tapado sol.


Written by Randy Haddock.

Vacilante Huella

Howls,
night after night,
collide with the screams
of a torn fabric
left on the ground.

A map,
smeared on his face,
divides the crooked
byway.

Sighs,
between the sundowns,
confine the
unbounded clock.

The moon,
inhaling the peach,
penetrates the 
fatness of veins.

Into the earthy tones
of madness, 
the absence of light
breaks the hold of 
the hope
that stains the bleeding,
the speeding of hours. 

The mouth,
barrenly dry,
resigns from the flames
of the worn panic
lost in his sound. 

© 2015 Randy Haddock

The Worn Panic

Esa manigüera,
roja y coja,
moja la árida jarra.

Ya no la veo más.
El dulce aroma la amarra.
Del triste cúmulo
viene el diluvio de ratas.

Haré lo que pueda
para cortar
la boca que engaña.
Pero el jarabe,
en la ausencia de lo racional,
hala.

Se va hacia al fondo,
digerida en el pozo
del virus famélico.
La floración carga
la cicatriz de ella
envuelta en putrefacción.
Muerde la fugacidad.  

© 2015 Randy Haddock

Planta de Jarra

Siempre, siempre
coge la vereda merecida
allá en el fango 
de la excreción. 

En la covadera 
el guano se revela 
al sol lamiendo venenos

y expurga la marea su traición.

Si se perderá la claridad
de la grisácea cavidad 
con tu imparable caza,
retorna ahora
que no
podrás excavar la saciedad
de un estómago ojeroso
manoseando la llama
vaga.

Renacer por el
inquieto cormorán
es respirar el huevo terco
que alumbra 
la Nao Victoria.   
 
El gacho alfarero 
estruja su modelo
y enloda el jugo con los dedos  

en la cuarta hora del disfraz.


© 2015 Randy Haddock

Vereda Merecida

Tatuagem

Te vi entre tus odios
 para descifrar y excavar, sin perder,
pues un fósil, contra rocas en tierra,
revela la línea total. 

Le di al lienzo sucio
un poquito de azul deslizando un prado
marfil manso que, versus el pincel furioso,
cancela la nube mortal.

En la odisea, vía el son
de La Parguera,
surge una tez luminosa
que nos aguanta.

Es obvio que la esperanza
se derrite al quemar mapas en el bosque
que me aísla y, sin el tono afinado,
demuela la torre troncal.

Y estamos esperando
por un esquema perfecto empapado en el
criterio ajeno que, durante el trance abreviado,
nivela la tierra noval.  

© 2015 Randy Haddock

Tez Luminosa

The cloud, ruptured by rage,
spills from his mouth,
a sprout of prate.

By the fountain at night
he cools the lightning
boiling growls in the knuckles of blades

and a wind under the ground
tweedles
ah, ah, ah!

She digs deep into his grief
to clear the deadly disease
stuck to the breast of tomorrow's bottles.

Hurry, hurry, don’t miss your canteen,
it rolls down the mountain
with the avalanche dancing with the defeat

of the naked, icy climber
burned by bubbles
digging screams in the chuckles of graves.


© 2015 Randy Haddock

Knuckles of Blades

Written by Gram Parsons and Bob Buchanan.

Hickory Wind

You Win Again

Don't You Take It Too Bad

Recorded this on my old iPhone. This Jarabe de Palo song is a staple of my early teens.

La Flaca

Insensatez

Letra de piel

Write Me a Few of Your Lines

Meditação

I recorded this on my phone back in May. I wasn’t planning on uploading it but it’s been almost a month since I put something on SoundCloud, so I figured I post this. I’m doing a version similar to Lisa Ono’s which in turn is similar to Astrud Gilberto’s version from 1965.

Fly Me to the Moon

Hi. My name is Randy Haddock. These are some of my demos. I hope you like them.

Email: ranhaddock@gmail.com

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