Corrente Alternada

Comentários e resenhas sobre discos, letras de músicas e filmes; com enfoque em aspectos depressivos.

Wednesday, May 30, 2007

Station to Station



Station To Station - David Bowie

"The return of the Thin White Duke
Throwing darts in lovers` eyes
Here are we, one magical moment, such is the stuff
From where dreams are woven
Bending sound, dredging the ocean, lost in my circle
Here am I, flashing no colour
Tall in this room overlooking the ocean

Here are we, one magical movement from Kether to Malkuth
There are you, you drive like a demon from station to station
The return of the Thin White Duke, throwing darts in lovers` eyes
The return of the Thin White Duke, throwing darts in lovers` eyes
The return of the Thin White Duke, making sure white stains

Once there were mountains on mountains
And once there were sunbirds to soar with
And once I could never be down
Got to keep searching and searching
Oh, what will I be believing and who will connect me with love?
Wonder *who*, wonder who, wonder when
Have you sought fortune, evasive and shy?
Drink to the men who protect you and I
Drink, drink, drain your glass, raise your glass high

TWO TIMES:
It`s not the side-effects of the cocaine
I`m thinking that it must be love
It`s too late - to be grateful
It`s too late - to be late again
It`s too late - to be hateful
The european cannon is here

I must be only one in a million
I won`t let the day pass without her
It`s too late - to be grateful
It`s too late - to be late again
It`s too late - to be hateful
The european cannon is here

Should I believe that I`ve been stricken?
Does my face show some kind of glow?
It`s too late - to be grateful
It`s too late - to be late again
It`s too late - to be hateful
The european cannon is here, yes it`s here
It`s too late

It`s too late, it`s too late, it`s too late, it`s too late
The european cannon is here "

"A Piece of Action"


Essa é Julie Newmar (aka as Catwoman, the origianal.) Essa sim é a "Mulher-Gato"! Muito bacana! Seriados Kitsch, mas marcaram uma época. Não vou dizer a idade da "moça", mas se você tiver a minha idade pode fazer as contas...

"A Piece of Action" é o título de um episódio de Star Trek que eu usei apenas como alusão a época, e para designar que é uma garota que participa da ação.

There She Goes Again - Lou Reed


(chorus 1)
There she goes again (there she goes)
She's out on the street again (there she goes)
She's down on her knees my friend (there she goes)
Won't have to ask her please again (there she goes)
(chorus 2)
Look a little closer there's no tears in her eyes
You know she won't make it with just any guy
What can you do (there she goes)
See her walking down the street (there she goes)
With all your friends she's gonna meet (there she goes)
You'd better hit her
(repeat chorus 1)
(repeat chorus 2 2x)

Monday, May 28, 2007

Waiting the Worms

Observe as duas imagens e note como ao fundo da figura da esquerda aqueles pedaços de madeira já formam o símbolo dos martelos.



Waiting For The Worms
Pink Floyd


Ooooh you cannot reach me now
Ooooh no matter how you try
Goodbye cruel world it's over
Walk on by

Sitting in a bunker here behind my wall
Waiting for the worms to come
In perfect isolation here behind my wall
Waiting for the worms to come
Waiting to cut out the deadwood
Waiting to clean up the city
Waiting to follow the worms
Waiting to put on a black shirt
Waiting to weed out the weaklings
Waiting to smash in their windows
And kick in their doors
Waiting for the final solution

To strengthen the strain
Waiting to follow the worms
Waiting to turn on the showers
And fire the ovens

Waiting for the queers and the coons
And the reds and the Jews
Waiting to follow the worms
Would you like to see Britannia
Rule again my friend
All you have to do is follow the worms
Would you like to send our coloured cousins
Home again my friend
All you need to do is follow the worms.

Observe as cores azul, vermelho e branco (cores da bandeira da Inglaterra) estratégicamente colcadas na cena.

Confortably Numb





Comfortably Numb (Gilmour, Waters)

Hello?
Is there anybody in there?
Just nod if you can hear me.
Is there anyone at home?
Come on, now,
I hear you're feeling down.
Well I can ease your pain
Get you on your feet again.
Relax.
I'll need some information first.
Just the basic facts.
Can you show me where it hurts?

There is no pain you are receding
A distant ship, smoke on the horizon.
You are only coming through in waves.
Your lips move but I can't hear what you're saying.
When I was a child I had a fever
My hands felt just like two balloons.
Now I've got that feeling once again
I can't explain you would not understand
This is not how I am.
I have become comfortably numb.

O.K.
Just a little pinprick.
There'll be no more aaaaaaaaah!
But you may feel a little sick.
Can you stand up?
I do believe it's working, good.
That'll keep you going through the show
Come on it's time to go.

There is no pain you are receding
A distant ship, smoke on the horizon.
You are only coming through in waves.
Your lips move but I can't hear what you're saying.
When I was a child
I caught a fleeting glimpse
Out of the corner of my eye.
I turned to look but it was gone
I cannot put my finger on it now
The child is grown,
The dream is gone.
I have become comfortably numb.

Nobody Home




Pink Floyd - Nobody Home





I got a little black book with my poems in.
Got a bag, got a toothbrush and a comb.
When I'm a good dog they sometimes throw me a bone.
I got elastic bands keeping my shoes on.
Got those swollen hands blues.
Got thirteen channels of shit on the TV to choose from.
I got electric light,
And I got second sight.
Got amazing powers of observation.
And that is how I know,
When I try to get through,
On the telephone to you,
There'll be nobody home.
I got the obligatory Hendrix perm,
And the inevitable pinhole burns,
All down the front of my favorite satin shirt.
I got nicotine stains on my fingers.
I got a silver spoon on a chain.
Got a grand piano to prop up my mortal remains.
I've got wild, staring eyes.
And I got a strong urge to fly,
But I got nowhere to fly to ...fly to... fly to... fly to.
Ooooo Babe,
When I pick up the phone,
There's still nobody home.
I got a pair of Gohill boots,
And I got fading roots.

Sunday, May 27, 2007

Sexual Healing


"I am Leon Phelps, and how y'all doing tonight? I am ready for the show, I've got some Courvoisier cognac, and my scented candles, and I'm ready to take your calls, so, uh, just dial the number that you see flashing below there, and you can talk to me, Leon Phelps, The Ladies Man. Alright. Go ahead, caller."


Sexual Healing - Marvin Gale

Ooh baby, now let's get down tonight
Baby I'm hot just like you love me
I need some lovin'
And baby, I can't hold it much longer
It's getting stronger and stronger
And when I get that feeling
I want Sexual Healing
Sexual Healing, oh baby
Makes me feel so fine
Helps to relieve my mind
Sexual Healing baby, is good for me
Sexual Healing is something that's good for me
Whenever blue tear drops are falling
And my emotional stability is leaving me
There is something I can do
I can get on the telephone and call you up baby, and
Honey I know you'll be there to heal me
The love you give to me will free me
If you don't know the things you're feeling
Oh I can tell you, darling, that it's Sexual Healing
Get up, Get up, Get up, Get up, let's make love tonight
Wake up, Wake up, Wake up, Wake up, 'cos you do it right
Baby I got sick this morning
A sea was storming inside of me
Baby I think I'm capsizing
The waves are rising and rising
And when I get that feeling
I want Sexual Healing
Sexual Healing is good for me
Makes me feel so fine, it's such a rush
Helps to relieve the mind, and it's good for us
Sexual Healing, baby, is good for me
Sexual Healing is something that's good for me
And it's good for me and it's so good to me
My baby ohhh
Come take control, just grab a hold
Of my body and mind soon we'll be making it
Honey, oh we're feeling fine
You're my medicine open up and let me in
Darling, you're so great
I can't wait for you to operate
I can't wait for you to operate
When I get this feeling, I need Sexual Healing (ad lib)

Friday, May 25, 2007

Stephanie Says




Stephanie says that she wants to know
Why she's given half her life, to people she hates now
Stephanie says when answering the phone
What country shall I say is calling from across the world

But she's not afraid to die, the people all call her Alaska
Between worlds so the people ask her 'cause it's all in her mind
It's all in her mind

Stephanie says that she wants to know
Why it is though she's the door She can't be the room

Stephanie says but doesn't hang up the phone
What sea shell she is calling from across the world

But she's not afraid to die, the people all cal her Alaska
Between worlds so the people ask her 'cause it's all in her mind
It's all in her mind

She asks you is it good or bad
It's such an icy feeling it's so cold in Alaska,
it's so cold in Alaska, it's so cold in Alaska

Tuesday, May 22, 2007

Lisa Says


Lisa Says - Lou Reed

Lisa says, on a night like this
it'd be so nice, if you gave me a great big kiss
And Lisa says, honey, for just one little smile
I'll sing and play for you for the longest while

Lisa says
Lisa says
Lisa says, oh, no
Lisa says

Lisa says, honey, you must think -
- I'm some kind of California fool
the way you treat me just like some kind of tool
Lisa says, hey baby, if you stick your tongue in my ear
then the scene around here will become very clear

Lisa says, oh no
Lisa says, hey, don't you be a little baby
Lisa says, oh, no
Lisa says

Hey, if you're looking for a good time Charlie
well, that's not really what I am
You know, some good time Charlie
always out, having his fun

But if you're looking for some good, good lovin'
then sit yourself right over here
You know that those good, those good times
they just seem to pass me by, just like pie in the sky

And Lisa says, on a night like this
it'd be so nice if you gave me a great big kiss
And Lisa says, hey baby, for just one little smile
I'll sing and play for you for the longest while
let me hear you now

Lisa says, oh, no, no
Lisa says, hey, don't you be a little baby
Lisa says, oh, no
Lisa says

Why am I so shy
Why am I so shy, Gee, you know those
good good times, they just seem to pass me by
Why am I so shy

First time I saw you I was talking to myself
I said, hey, you got such pretty, pretty eyes
(that pretty eyes)

Now that you're next to me I just get so upset
And Lisa, will you tell me, why am I so shy

Why am I so shy
Why am I so shy, well, you know that those
good, good times, they just seem to pass me by
Why am I so shy

And Lisa says, on a night like this
it'd be so nice if you gave me a great big kiss
And Lisa says, honey, for just one little smile
I'll sing and play for you for the longest while

Lisa says, oh, no, now
Lisa says, hey don't you be a little baby
Lisa says, oh, no
Lisa says

Monday, May 21, 2007

No Glory at All - just sadness...


Heroin" she said........

Walking down the streets at night
I see her stumbling through the rain
A skinny figure in the dark
Her face a shade of grey

Begging here and barking there
She's swearing all the time
Her fingers fumbling with her hair
A dirty mess of grime

And she starts to cry and she's asking why
Her life's always the same
But she does not see, that unfortunately
There's no one here to blame

"Heroin" she said, "was the best I had...
No more mountains left to climb.
The worlds so slow... all my dreams just too high
To be fulfilled in time...!"

She grabs my arm... and I feel alarmed
Her fingers gripping tight
I see her pleading eyes... so I start to diguise
And say, that everything's alright...

And the reason why I pretended and lied
Is that I don't want to kill
The poor dream that's left in the deepest cleft
Of the thing that she calls will...!

"Heroin" she said........



Não há beleza nem glória. Há uma grabde diferença entre os "grandes do rock" vendendo uma imagen de glamour e auto destruição - em que eles podem pagar pelas drogas que consomem, ou por uma clínica (still wrong) - e entre as pessoas "comuns" que compram essa ilusão e não podem pagar nem mesmo pelo que consomem. São figuras patéticas, como muitas que eu via diáriamente quando morava em London. Eles "surgiam" ao entardecer e deitavam-se sobre as calçadas com suas caras de quase mortos pedindo algum dinheiro. Não sei como eles se sentiam, mas eu me sentia muito mal. Eles não eram mais pessoas comuns, estavam ali esperando a morte. Não é como nos filmes, ou nas letras das músicas. São como os doentes na fila do hospital público. É feio, sujo e vazio.

Needle Point


Modest Mouse

Needle Point

Stay gone for a while
Stay gone eyes twich and thin smile
Stay gone for a while
it Takes a needle point and smile
Stay gone for a while
Stay gone twice twich and thin smile
Stay gone for a while
it Takes a needle point and smile
I'm Gone for everyone, and for anyone that
deserves

Saturday, May 19, 2007

Sid and Nancy - Love Kills



Filme incrível! Se não do ponto de vista cinematográfico pelo menos histórico. E por pouco não tivemos Courtney Love no papel de Nancy Spungen. Mas definitivamente Chloe Webb esteve perfeita, se observarmos as fotos até a semelhança física ajuda - é difício saber quem é quem.
Love Kills? Yes it kills sometimes!!! Não sei se era o que eles queriam, mas foi o que eles procuraram. Outros conseguiram outra coisa sei lá por qual motivo, mas não eles. por isso eles serão sempre Sid and Nancy. Teria sido melhor se ele tivesse morrido quando o quarto pegou fogo... mas não seria aSid and Nancy. Acho que a letra dos Ramones diz tudo:

"Love Kills"

Sid was a punk rock king
Nancy was a broken queen
Their lives were so glamorous
Sid and Nancy were a mess

When you're hooked on heroin
Don't you know you'll never win
Drugs don't ever pay
You really did it your way

Love Kills

We still believe in anarchy
It makes me so damn angry
Sid and Nancy meant a lot to me
You may be dead but your souls are free
Like Romeo and Juliet
You two made a pact of death
Like the needle that ya used
Sid and Nancy were born to lose

Love Kills

Sid never meant any harm
He shot some dope into his arm
All he wanted was some fun
Now she's lying in a pool of blood
Always loaded, always high
Why did you have to die?
I'll say one thing is
It leaves me with a bitter taste

Love Kills

Thursday, May 17, 2007

School boys dream

E encerrando a nossa trilogia temos algo incomum, um Hit Parade! E pior ainda, dos anos 80!! (é quase inacreditável!!! mas é verdade. Se bem que no início dos anos 80, provavelmente 1980)
De qualquer forma é isso. Um grupo que apareceu e sumiu com a mesma rapidez (e ninguém sentiu falta) chamava-se The Knack. Mas é um rock bem tradicional e dançante no estilo de praia - levemente New Wave. A letra é que é legal! Bom... talvez um pouco "Fast times at Ridgmont Hight" demais - ainda que esse filme seja de 1982. Mas "I'm good for just a kiss, not lengeray love" - School boys dream? É claro! Uma garota assim é o sonho dos garotos da escola!!! Você pode imaginá-la como você quiser: loira, morena, ruiva... sua ex-namorada, aquela garota que nunca te deu bola... sonhe a vontade. A música é ruim mas você não está ouvindo mesmo...


Song: Good girls don't


She's your adolescent dream,
Schoolboy stuff, a sticky sweet romance.
And she makes you want to scream,
Wishing you could get inside her pants.
So, you fantasize away.
And while you're squeezing her, you thought you heard her saying...

"Good girls don't,
Good girls don't,
She'll be tellin' you,
Good girls don't, but I do."

So, you call her on the phone
To talk about the teachers that you hate.
And she says she's all alone,
And her parents won't be coming home til late.
There's a ringing in your brain,
Cause you could've sworn you though you heard her saying...

"Good girls don't,
Good girls don't,
She'll be tellin' you,
Good girls don't, but I do."

And it's a teenage sadness
Everyone has got to taste.
An in-between age madness
That you know you can't erase
Til she's sitting on your face.

You're alone with her at last,
And you're waiting til you think the time is right.
Cause you've heard she's pretty fast.
And you're hoping that she'll give you some tonight.
So, you start to make your play,
Cause you could've sworn you thought you heard her saying...

"Good girls don't,
Good girls don't,
She'll be tellin' you,
Good girls don't, but I do."

And it's a teenage sadness
Everyone has got to taste.
An in-between age madness
That you know you can't erase
Til she's sitting on your face.

Good girls don't,
Good girls don't,
She'll be tellin' you,
Good girls don't, but I do...

Wednesday, May 16, 2007

Legendary Hearts

No show em Barcelona em 1985 Lou Reed diz: "essa é uma música sobre não ser capaz de ser bem o que você gostaria de ser. Ela se chama 'Legendary Hearts". Seguindo ainda o raciocínio de 'the nest friends' temos aqui o embate entre o amor ideal (legendary) e o amor possível (just a kiss); sendo que temos de lutar para manter o nosso 'legendary love'. Tristemente perdemos muito pelos mesmos dois motivos. Se sonhamos com o amor de Romeu e Julieta perdemos a possibilidade de viver bons momentos de paixão, se vivemos apenas da paixão perdemos um grande amor. Essa é uma das impossibilidades de ser o que você gostaria de ser.

Lou Reed - Legendary Hearts



Legendary hearts, tearing up apart with stories of their love
Their great transcendant loves
While we stand here and fight
And lose another night of legendary love

Legendary loves haunt me in my sleep
Promises to keep, I never should have made
I can't live up to this, I'm good for just a kiss
Not legendary love

Romeo, oh Romeo, wherefore art thou Romeo
He's in a car or at a bar
Or churning his blood with an impure drug
He's in the past and seems to be lost forever

He worked hard at being good
But his basic soul was stained not pure
And when he took his bow, no audience was clapping

Legendary hearts, tear us all apart
Make our emotions bleed, crying out in need
No legendary love is coming from above
It's in this room right now

And you've got to fight to make what's right
And you've got to fight to make what's right
And you've got to fight to make what's right
And you've got to fight to keep your legendary love

Tuesday, May 15, 2007

The Best Friends



Sometimes the lovers aren't the best friends. The should be, but they don't use to. There's a saying that the diference betwen your girlfirend and your friend is that the second one takes more time to sleep with you. But when your girlfriend ist not your bestfriend? I mean, your girl best friend not a buddy. Then where has the feeling gone? Where has the magic gone? Not easy... because sometimes your girlfriend hasn't be ever your best friend. That's depressive, when you realise you can't always get what you want to.

YOU CAN'T ALWAYS GET WHAT YOU WANT
(M. Jagger/K. Richards)

Choir:
I saw her today at a reception

A glass of wine in her hand

I knew she would meet her connection
At her feet was her footloose man

No, you can't always get what you want
You can't always get what you want

You can't always get what you want
And if you try sometime you find
You get what you need

I saw her today at the reception
A glass of wine in her hand
I knew she was gonna meet her connection
At her feet was, footloose man

You can't always get what you want
You can't always get what you want
You can't always get what you want
But if you try sometimes, well you might find
You get what you need

Oh yea-ay (hey-hey-hey, oooh)

And I went down to the demonstration
To get my fair share of abuse
Singin', 'We're gonna vent our frustration
If we don't, we're gonna blow a 50-amp fuse'
Sing it to me, now

(You can't always get what you want)
(You can't always get what you want)
(You can't always get what you want)
But if you try sometimes, well you just might find
You get what you need
Ooh baby, yeah, ooh

I went down to the Chelsea drugstore
To get your prescription filled
I was standin' in line with Mr. Jimmy
A-man, did he look pretty ill

We decided that we would have a soda
My favorite flavor, cherry red
I sung my song to Mr. Jimmy
Yeah, and he said one word to me, and that was 'dead'
I said to him

(You can't always get what you want) well no!
(You can't always get what you want) tell ya baby
(You can't always get what you want) no
But if you try sometimes, you just might find, mmm!
Mmm! you get what you need
Ooh yes! Woo!

(Instrumental & choir) Ooow-ooh!

You get what you need
Yeah!
Ooow, babe!
Ooh, yeah

I saw her today at the reception
In her glass was a bleeding man
She was practiced at the art of deception
Well, I could tell by her blood-stained hands
Say it!

(You can't always get what you want) yeah!
(You can't always get a-what you want) ooo-yeah, baby!
(You can't always get a-what you want)
But if you try sometime, you just might find
You just might find
You get what you need

Ooh, yeah!
Ooh, baby!
Woo!

Ah, you can't always get a-what you want
No, no baby

You can't always get a-what you want
Tellin' you right now

You can't always get what you want, mmm!
But if you try sometimes you just might find
You just might find, that ya
Get what you need
Oooh, yeah!

I'm tellin' the truth, babe

Ooow-ooh!
Ooow-ooh!
Ooow-ooh!........

Monday, May 14, 2007

Tributo a Victor Manga

*23/7/1939
+13/8/1970

Nessa música a Brazuca homenageia Victor Manga, baterista do grupo.
A letra, que está aqui, é um tanto quanto desconexa mas muito em sintonia com a época e o estilo psicodélico da Brazuca. Entre versos declamados e gritos lancinantes, Tony Tornado
canta esse "tributo" em 4'42" de desespero e depressão.

Tributo a Victor Manga

Agora
mais um instante
ainda perto a hora
Por qui e por ali
No areal, no deserto, no Padre Nosso
No nosso dia, na rodovia, a velocidade
Todavia no rosto o riso, a saudade
No novo som, no mesmo tom, em qualquer solo
no sustenido, no bemol
Por aqui e por ali.
Você!
Imagem de vt, sempre você em tudo que se vê
Sempre você
O sol te estilha sobre o eixo da manhã
Amanheceu,
Você partiu e viajou
Um passaro ferido que não voa mais
Um barco que perdido não retorna ao cais
Um cosmonauta solto em pleno espaço grita
Paz!
A vida continua nua como você viu
O mesmo ponto de partida onde você partiu
E agora a sua sombra em tudo que ficou
você viveu, amou, sofreu, tocou
Você!
Por aqui e por ali
Ao meio, em dois
E depois, sempre...
Oh bicho!!
Você se foi,
Amigo!!!
Você se foi,
Não sei se digo oi,
Ou se digo adeus.

Thursday, May 10, 2007

Another Broken Heart Song

Who Loves the Sun


Who loves the sun
Who cares that it makes plants grow
Who cares what it does
Since you broke my heart

Who loves the wind
Who cares that it makes breezes
Who cares what it does
Since you broke my heart

(Pa-pa-pa-pa) Who loves the sun
(Pa-pa-pa-pa) Who loves the sun
(Pa-pa-pa-pa) Not everyone
(Pa-pa-pa-pa) Who loves the sun

Who loves the rain
Who cares that it makes flowers
Who cares that it makes showers
Since you broke my heart

Who loves the sun
Who cares that it is shining
Who cares what it does
Since you broke my heart

(Pa-pa-pa-pa) Who loves the sun
(Pa-pa-pa-pa) Who loves the sun
(Pa-pa-pa-pa) Not everyone
(Pa-pa-pa-pa) Who loves the sun