A mix made specially for two old friends.
Some tracks tribute younger years, others more loosely reference the...somewhat mortal context of current times. Don't get too heavy though, it's serene, only sometimes stormy.
A kind of cinematic uncertainty, sunlight and long shadows in equal measure. Like a lost vacation, inviting you to travel to far-off coasts and cities in quarantine.
Wherever you might find yourself, please, sink in and let it wash over you. These are the waters of March.
Du gamla (Håkan Hellström)
Dreaming...Again (Polmo Polpo)
Morpheus' Arms (Jerkcurb)
Woman In Late (Giovanni Venosta)
Crystal (Piero Umiliani)
Samensmelten (Felbm)
Naima [4Hero Mix] (John Coltrane)
Cottage (Warren Harris / Hanna)
Prognosen Bomm (Robag Wruhme)
New Grass (Do Make Say Think)
Wigs (Prefab Sprout)
I Didn't Mean To Break Your Heart (One Way)
Image (Brian Bennett)
Half-Forgotten Daydreams (John Cameron)
Robinson Crusoe (Art of Noise)
Albatross (Fleetwood Mac)
Hammer Down (Magnolia Electric Co.)
Cowboy Lullaby (John Wonderling)
Her Disappearing Theme (Broken Social Scene)
Look How Hard I've Tried [Bonhomie Mix] (Barker)
Takumi (Felbm)
Get Out Of Town (Caetano Veloso)
Águas de Março (Rosa Passos)
The title of this mix was inspired by and borrowed from the English version of the song "Águas de Março" by Antônio Carlos Jobim, covered here by Rosa Passos in the original Brazilian Portuguese.
Lyrics:
A stick, a stone
It's the end of the road
It's the rest of a stump
It's a little alone
It's a sliver of glass
It is life, it's the sun
It is night, it is death
It's a trap, it's a gun
The oak when it blooms
A fox in the brush
A knot in the wood
The song of a thrush
The wood of the wind
A cliff, a fall
A scratch, a lump
It is nothing at all
It's the wind blowing free
It's the end of the slope
It's a beam, it's a void
It's a hunch, it's a hope
And the river bank talks
Of the waters of March
It's the end of the strain
The joy in your heart
The foot, the ground
The flesh and the bone
The beat of the road
A slingshot's stone
A fish, a flash
A silvery glow
A fight, a bet
The range of a bow
The bed of the well
The end of the line
The dismay in the face
It's a loss, it's a find
A spear, a spike
A point, a nail
A drip, a drop
The end of the tale
A truckload of bricks
In the soft morning light
The shot of a gun
In the dead of the night
A mile, a must
A thrust, a bump
It's a girl, it's a rhyme
It's a cold, it's the mumps
The plan of the house
The body in bed
And the car that got stuck
It's the mud, it's the mud
Afloat, adrift
A flight, a wing
A hawk, a quail
The promise of spring
And the riverbank talks
Of the waters of March
It's the promise of life
It's the joy in your heart
A stick, a stone
It's the end of the road
It's the rest of a stump
It's a little alone
A snake, a stick
It is John, it is Joe
It's a thorn in your hand
And a cut in your toe
A point, a grain
A bee, a bite
A blink, a buzzard
A sudden stroke of night
A pin, a needle
A sting, a pain
A snail, a riddle
A wasp, a stain
A pass in the mountains
A horse and a mule
In the distance the shelves
Rode three shadows of blue
And the riverbank talks
Of the waters of March
It's the promise of life
In your heart, in your heart
A stick, a stone
The end of the road
The rest of a stump
A lonesome road
A sliver of glass
A life, the sun
A knife, a death
The end of the run
And the riverbank talks
Of the waters of March
It's the end of all strain
It's the joy in your heart