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DE LA BRONJA I EL PINZELLL’ULL DE MOSCA, L’ULL DE MOSCADE LA BRONJA I EL PINZELLL’ULL DE MOSCA N’ÉS EL REI.

L’ULL DE MOSCA TÉ SET PÈLSSÓN DE MARTA. SON DE MARTAL’ULL DE MOSCA TÉ SET PÈLSL’ULL DE MOSCA N’ÉS EL REI.

LA MARTA DIU QUE NO HO VOL,QUE ELS HI DONI, QUE ELS HI DONILA MARTA DIU QUE NO HO VOL,QUE ELS HI DONI L’ESQUIROL.

L’ESQUIROL DIU QUE TAMPOC,QUE ELS DEMANI, QUE ELS DEMANI,L’ESQUIROL DIU QUE TAMPOC,QUE ELS DEMANI AL BRUT DEL PORC.

RESPON EL PORC ENFADATQUE S’ATURI, QUE S’ATURi,RESPON EL PORC ENFADAT QUE AGAFI BRINS D’ESPART.

JA LI RESPON EL PINTORNO PAS GAIRE, NO PAS GAIRE,JA LI RESPON EL PI NTORQUE AIXÒ FA EMBLANQUINADOR

LA CANÇÓ DELS PINTORS (Lluís Gili)

CANÇÓ A PICASSO (Mireia Muñoz)

CANÇÓ A JOAN MIRÓ (Mireia Muñoz)

PABLO PICASSO (The Modern Lovers).1976

ANDY WARHOL (David Bowie).1971

SALVADOR DALI’S GARDEN PARTY (Television Personalities).1989

GOODBYE TOULOUSE (The Stranglers).1977

TROBA MÉS INFORMACIÓ SOBRE AQUESTES CANÇONS FES CLIC AQUÍ.

(Starry, Starry Night)

DON MCLEAN

Starry, starry night
Paint your palette blue and gray
Look out on a summer’s day
With eyes that know the darkness in my soul

Shadows on the hills
Sketch the trees and the daffodils
Catch the breeze and the winter chills
In colors on the snowy linen land

Now I understand
What you tried to say to me
And how you suffered for your sanity
And how you tried to set them free

They would not listen, they did not know how
Perhaps they’ll listen now

Starry, starry night
Flaming flowers that brightly blaze
Swirling clouds in violet haze
Reflect in Vincent’s eyes of china blue

Colors changing hue
Morning fields of amber grain
Weathered faces lined in pain
Are soothed beneath the artist’s loving hand

Now I understand
What you tried to say to me
And how you suffered for your sanity
And how you tried to set them free

They would not listen, they did not know how
Perhaps they’ll listen now

For they could not love you
But still your love was true
And when no hope was left in sight
On that starry, starry night

You took your life, as lovers often do
But I could’ve told you Vincent
This world was never meant for
One as beautiful as you

Starry, starry night
Portraits hung in empty halls
Frame-less heads on nameless walls
With eyes that watch the world and can’t forget

Like the strangers that you’ve met
The ragged men in ragged clothes
The silver thorn of bloody rose
Lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow

Now I think I know
What you tried to say to me
And how you suffered for your sanity
And how you tried to set them free

They would not listen, they’re not listening still
Perhaps they never will