Alt-J - Something Good (The Amazing Sessions)

Riders On The Storm - Ray Manzarek (February 12, 1939 – May 20, 2013)

Riders on the storm

Into this house we're born

Into this world we're thrown

Like a dog without a bone

An actor out alone

Riders on the storm

There's a killer on the road

His brain is squirmin' like a toad

Take a long holiday

Let your children play

If ya give this man a ride

Sweet family will die

Killer on the road, yeah

Girl ya gotta love your man

Girl ya gotta love your man

Take him by the hand

Make him understand

The world on you depends

Our life will never end

Gotta love your man, yeah

Wow!

Riders on the storm

Riders on the storm

Into this house we're born

Into this world we're thrown

Like a dog without a bone

An actor out alone

Riders on the storm

Riders on the storm

Riders on the storm

Riders on the storm

Riders on the storm

Riders on the storm

"Riders On The Storm" was the last song recorded by the members of The Doors, according to Ray, as well as Jim´s last recorded song to be released (recorded December 1970 - January 1971 - released in June ´71).

According to Robby, it was inspired by the song "(Ghost) Riders in the Sky: A Cowboy Legend." The song is played in the E Dorian mode, and incorporates real sound effects of thunder and rain, along with Ray´s Fender Rhodes electric piano playing, which emulates the sound of rain. The song was recorded at the Doors Workshop in December 1970 with the assistance of Bruce Botnick, their longtime engineer, who was co-producing the recording sessions. Jim recorded his main vocals and then whispered the lyrics over them to create the echo effect. The single was released in 1971, shortly before Jim´s death, entering the Hot 100 on 3 July 1971, the day that Jim died.

The Doors' former producer, Paul Rothchild left prior to the sessions as he did not like the album, or the song, calling it "cocktail music". Their engineer Bruce Botnick was selected to produce the album instead.

The band's drummer John Densmore wrote a 1990 book called Riders on the Storm, detailing the story of his life and his time with the group.

Ray Manzarek and guitarist Roy Rogers covered this song as an instrumental duet on their 2008 album "Ballads Before the Rain".

In November 2009, the song was inducted into the Grammy Hall of Fame under the category Rock (track).

La Pastorcita Perdida

Punay! Punay!
¡Devuélveme, devuélveme,
a mi pastorcita perdida!

Pastorcita de mi vida,
te extraviaste en noche mala,
mi voz te busca en el viento
y en la puna te reclama.

Punay! Punay!
¡Devuélveme, devuélveme,
a mi pastorcita perdida!

Aunque tenga en esta vida,
que viento y tierra tragar,
pastorcita de la vida,
te he de encontrar
te he de encontrar.  

Snake Eyes

Inflama-me, poente: faz-me perfume e chama;
que o meu coração seja igual a ti, poente!
descobre em mim o eterno, o que arde, o que ama,
...e o vento do esquecimento arraste o que é doente!

Juan Ramón Jiménez

Dehorning

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Dehorning:

Most cows used for dairy are not naturally hornless. See how farmers remove cows' horns and horn tissue using a variety of painful methods, including burning and cutting the horns out of their heads, often without painkillers.

http://youtu.be/8nGMgHyzHcA

Eu cresci nos Açores, numa aldeia em São Miguel e muitas vezes a minha mãe, mandava-me a uma quinta perto de casa ir buscar o leite numa leiteira de latão, o leite vinha quente e cheio de natas amarelas... Não gostava de leite. As Vaquinhas queridas e fofinhas pastavam em campos verdes e húmidos, faziam muuuummmm, eram calmas e pachorrentas. Por vezes passavam em manadas na minha rua, o trânsito parava, se é que havia trânsito, e os miúdos desviavam-se nos passeios à espera que passassem para poderem retornar às brincadeiras.
Hoje gosto de beber leite magro e gelado da Matinal. Não sei de onde provem e o que fazem às vacas, mas penso que não vou beber leite novamente com o mesmo gosto.

Ah... E depois há a história dos frangos de aviário, também tinha galinhas na minha casa dos Açores, dava-lhes milho, achava-as muito estúpidas mas gostava da cor das penas delas, costumava pegar num caderno, sentar-me num degrau e desenhar-lhes o traseiro, literalmente.