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2011-12-17T14:12:00.000-08:00

Este foi um ano de muitas perdas...
queridos se foram.
Meu urso querido morreu.
Steve morreu

She is gone!

2011-07-23T11:53:00.001-07:00

RIP Amy!

Amy Winehouse se foi, eles a amaram à maneira de todos os grandes astros do rock. Ela sabia disso, e não podia evitar. Ela amava a autodestruição, e não podia evitar. Ela viveu como tinha de viver e moreu da mesma maneira. Ninguém poderia evitar.
Não seja mos hipócritas, apenas continuemos a amar as suas músicas e relembras as suas histórias.
Agora ninguém mais vai mandá-la para Rehab!

Top 10 -em ordem cronológica-

2010-03-09T11:14:00.001-08:00

House & Lydia

2009-10-23T12:27:00.000-07:00

shall I say something? Yes, but what?

Aguaçeiro

2009-10-17T11:40:00.001-07:00

Um dia, um sorriso...
um vendavel de emoção.
Lá vinha da nuvem de prata
a chuva no chão.
A alma encharcada de sol
mas a roupa

Angel of the Morning

2009-06-25T16:12:00.000-07:00

Farrah Fawcet is gone...
a little tribute from a Charlie´s Angels fan.

There'll be no strings to bind your hands
Not if my love can't bind your heart
And there's no need to take a stand
For it was I who chose to start

There's no need to take me home
I'm old enough to face the dawn

Just call me angel of the morning, angel
Just touch my cheek before you leave me, baby
Just call me angel of the morning, angel
Then slowly turn away from me

Maybe the sun's light will be dim
And it won't matter anyhow
If morning's echo says we've sinned
Well, it was what I wanted, now

And if we're the victims of the night
I won't be blinded by the light

Just call me angel of the morning, angel
Just touch my cheek before you leave me, baby
Just call me angel of the morning, angel
Then slowly turn away -- I won't beg you to stay with me

Through the years with me
On my knees, baby

Just call me angel of the morning, angel
Just touch my cheek before you leave me, baby
Just call me angel of the morning, angel
Just suck my dick before you leave me, baby

En Cuarto al Lado

2009-04-18T11:26:00.000-07:00

En Cuarto al Lado

Yo solo se que nunca estuve a la altura

Yo estaba muy pirado y vos eras tan pura

También solias ser mi muchachita punk
Pero en cualquier caso sabias amar

Recuerdo la mañana yendo al hospital
Reias como loca, ibas a ser mamá
Hiciste yoga sola encerrada en el baño
Despues te di la mano y pasaron los años

La vida es la reina madre de la inmensidad
La que agita las fieras, la que acerca los corazones

La música es la reina madre y no se hable más
Silencio que a llegado ella con sus alas y flores

La sangre juega fuerte no sabe pensar
Desata las tomrentas desde el más alla
Por suerte nunca me tome nada tan en serio
Yo se que ya esta todo, escrito en el viento
Y todo lo que haces por obligación
Se lleva la alegría de tu corazón
Y quien se va a creer lo que cuentan los diarios
Yo creo en el amor atraves de los años

La vida es la reina madre de la inmensidad
La que agita las fieras, la que acerca los corazones
La música es la reina madre y no se hable más
Silencio que a llegado ella con sus alas y flores

Yo solo se que nunca estuve a la altura
Yo me hago el inocente y vos te haces la dura
Igual esta el amor, no se puede parar
Los hijos en el cuarto de al lado...

a frase...

2008-12-15T14:42:00.000-08:00

you can't always get what you want, but you always have what you earn...

Same Mistake

2008-11-28T04:37:00.000-08:00

É bacana essa letra do James Blunt, apesar de mais do que batida... e principalmente apesar do sotaque de Wilt' dele!

"Same Mistake"
Saw the world turning in my sheets and once again I cannot sleep. Walk out the door and up the street; look at the stars beneath my feet. Remember rights that I did wrong, so here I go. Hello, hello. There is no place I cannot go. My mind is muddy but my heart is heavy. Does it show? I lose the track that loses me, so here I go. And so I sent some men to fight, and one came back at dead of night. Said he'd seen my enemy. Said he looked just like me, So I set out to cut myself and here I go. I'm not calling for a second chance, I'm screaming at the top of my voice. Give me reason but don't give me choice. 'Cause I'll just make the same mistake again. And maybe someday we will meet, and maybe talk and not just speak. Don't buy the promises 'cause, there are no promises I keep. And my reflection troubles me, so here I go. I'm not calling for a second chance, I'm screaming at the top of my voice. Give me reason but don't give me choice. 'Cause I'll just make the same mistake, I'm not calling for a second chance, I'm screaming at the top of my voice. Give me reason but don't give me choice. 'Cause I'll just make the same mistake again. Saw the world turning in my sheets and once again I cannot sleep. Walk out the door and up the street; look at the stars. Look at the stars fall down. And wonder where did I go wrong.

The Feeling - Rose

2008-11-26T13:12:00.000-08:00

Here is one more song about Heroin...

Rose

You and your friends
Boxes of ten
Cool to the touch
You warn me so much
The white to your left
The red to your right
Are all that I'd seen
Til I realised the love that I seek
Lies right in-between

Rose
I love ya
Especially today
Rose
I love your delicate way

The chill in my veins
Relieves me from pain
Again and again
I lose all control
Your taking your toll
And i'm no longer sane
Dont be afraid
The love that I show is the love that you made
So dont be afraid
'Cos your in control
I'm just your slave

Rose,
I love ya,
Especially today,
Rose,
I love your delicate way.

Dont let him put you down
I won't let him put you down
'Cos your as good as the rest
And you're much better dressed
I think pink is my colour
I wont drink from no other
Never!

Oh I love ya
Especially today
Especially this way
Oh Rose
I want ya
Believe me this way
Rose
I love your delicate way.

The time Bias

2008-05-31T07:39:00.000-07:00

Sweet Girl

2008-05-28T16:03:00.000-07:00

Sweet Girl

Would you, my sweet girl,
take a ride im my car?
I'll drive you home from whatever you are.
Would you?
You have been for so long next door
I think I love you forever.

Would you, my sweet girl,
tell me a story about you?
Something embaressing if I ask you for?
Would you?
We're now so close and too lost
I wonder why took it so long.

I'm the boy behind you at the classroom
I'm the one you dream all day long
I'm quite older than you, but you love it
I'm the lonely boy at the school

Blue Velvet

2008-05-26T11:28:00.000-07:00

Vamos imaginar uma mistura de Blue Velvet com Querelle. Dais Lynch com R. W. Fassbinder, deixemos apenas na imaginação.

Blue Velvet
(Bernie Wayne/Lee Morris)

She wore blue velvet
Bluer than velvet was the night
Softer than satin was the light
From the stars
She wore blue velvet
Bluer than velvet were her eyes
Warmer than May her tender sighs
Love was ours
Ours a love I held tightly
Feeling the rapture grow
Like a flame burning brightly
But when she left, gone was the glow of
Blue velvet
But in my heart there'll always be
Precious and warm, a memory
Through the years
And I still can see blue velvet
Through my tears

Junky Girl

2008-05-01T12:32:00.000-07:00

I Put On My Blue Sweater
She Puts On Her Top Dress
We Go Down TownWhere
The Dealers Hang Around
And Get A Fix For The Night
And When They See Walking Down The Street They Know Just What We're After
Oh Cause We Get By, By Getting High
I'm In Love With A Junkie Girl
And The Junkie Girl Shesin Love With Me YeahI Get Off About 7, You Can't Wait
You Get Off About 9, And We Don't Care What We're Gonna Do Tonight,
Just As Long As We're Together
And Everybody Thinks Were So Cool, If They Only Knew
Oh That We Get By, By Getting HighCause We Get By, By Getting High
I'm In Love With A Junkie Girl
And The Junkie Girls In Love With Me Yeah
Cause I'm In Love With The Junkie Girl
And The Junkie Girl, Shes In Love With Me
And We'll Shoot 'In Up Higher Then A Rocket Ship,
Me And My Junkie Girl
And We're Shoot'in Up Higher Then A 747
I'm In Love With A Junkie Girl
And The Junkie Girls In Love With Me Yeah

Tall and Beauty

2008-04-09T10:32:00.001-07:00

is it that tall something to do with beauty??? Who knows... Há uma frase numa música de Oswaldo Montenegro que diz: "Eu achava que tamanho tinha a ver com poesia eu não sei..." Sei lá do que ele estava falando, mas nesse caso estou falando da altura das garotas. Então aí vai:

Neve Campbell - 5'6" (1,67m)

Alicia Silverstone - 5'5" (1,65m)

Staci Keanan - 5'3" (1,60m)

Winona Ryder - 5'4" (1,62m)

Staci Keanan - 5'3" (1,60m)

Que tal?

Overkill!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

2008-02-22T16:19:00.000-08:00

I can't get to sleep
I think about the implications
Of diving in too deep
And possibly the complications

Especially at night
I worry over situations
I know I'll be alright
Perhaps it's just imagination

Day after day it reappears
Night after night my heartbeat shows the fear
Ghosts appear and fade away

Alone between the sheets
Only brings exasperation
It's time to walk the streets
Smell the desperation

At least there's pretty lights
And though there's little variation
It nullifies the night from overkill

Day after day it reappears
Night after night my heartbeat shows the fear
Ghosts appear and fade away
Come back another day

I can't get to sleep
I think about the implications
Of diving in too deep
And possibly the complications

Especially at night
I worry over situations
I know I'll be alright
It's just overkill

Day after day it reappears
Night after night my heartbeat shows the fear
Ghosts appear and fade away
Ghosts appear and fade away
Ghosts appear and fade away

Sally can't dance

2008-02-20T12:46:00.000-08:00

Sally dances on the floor
She says she can't do it anymore
She walks down St. Marks Place
And eats natural food at my place

Sally can't dance no more, she can't get off of the floor
Sally can't dance no more
They found her in the trunk of a ford
Oooh, she can't dance no more

Sally is loosing her face
She lives on St., Marks Place
In a rent-controlled appartment, eighty dollars a month
She has lots of fun, she has lots of fun

But, Sally can't dance no more
Sally can't dance no more
She took too much meth and can't get off the floor
Now Sally, she can't dance no more

She was the first girl in the neighbourhood
To wear tied-dyed pants, ah, like she should
She was the first girl that I ever seen
That had flowers painted on her jeans
She was the first girl in her neighbourhood
that got raped on Tompkins Square real good
Now she wears a sword, like Napoleon
And she kills the boys and acts like a son

Sally can't dance no more, Sally can't dance no more
She can't get herself off the floor, Sally, she can't dance no more

Sally became a big model, she moved up to eighties and park
She had a studio appartment and that's where she used to ball
folk singers, and that's where she used to ball folk singers

Sally can't dance no more, Sally can't get off of the floor
She can't dance no more, Sally can't dance

She knew all the right people, she went to Le Jardin
She danced with Picasso's illegitimate mistress
And wore Kenneth Lane jewels - it's trash -

But - Sally can't dance no more, she can't get off of the floor
Sally can't dance no more, Sally can't dance

Hands

2008-02-02T08:42:00.000-08:00

"Hands"
If I could tell the world just one thingIt would be that we're all OK
And not to worry 'cause worry is wasteful
And useless in times like theseI won't be made useless
I won't be idle with despair
I will gather myself around my faith
For light does the darkness most fear
My hands are small, I knowBut they're not yours, they are my own
But they're not yours, they are my own
And I am never broken
Poverty stole your golden shoesIt didn't steal your laughter
And heartache came to visit me
But I knew it wasn't ever after
We'll fight, not out of spite
For someone must stand up for what's right
'Cause where there's a man who has no voice
There ours shall go singing
My hands are small I know
But they're not yours, they are my own
But they're not yours, they are my own
I am never brokenIn the end only kindness matters
In the end only kindness mattersI will get down on my knees, and I will pray
I will get down on my knees, and I will pray
I will get down on my knees, and I will pray
My hands are small I know
But they're not yours, they are my own
But they're not yours, they are my own
And I am never broken
My hands are small I knowBut they're not yours, they are my own
But they're not yours, they are my own
And I am never broken
We are never broken
We are God's eyes
God's hands
God's mind
We are God's eyes
God's hands
God's heart
We are God's eyes
God's hands
God's eyes
We are God's hands
We are God's hands

Meredith Monroe

2008-01-26T08:21:00.000-08:00

Don't let me down
Hey, don't let me down
Don't let me down
Don't let me down
Nobody ever loved me like she does
Oo she does, yes she does
And if somebody loved me like she do me
Oo she do me, you she does
Don't let me down
Hey, don't let me down
Don't let me down
Don't let me down
I'm in love for the first time
Don't you know it's gonna last
It's a love that lasts forever
It's a love that had no past
Don't let me down
Hey, don't let me down
Don't let me down
Don't let me down
And from the first time that she really done me
Oo she done me, she done me good
I guess nobody ever really done me
Oo she done me, she done me good
Don't let me down
Hey, don't let me down
Don't let me down
Don't let me down
I'm in love for the first time
Don't you know it's gonna last
It's a love that lasts forever
It's a love that had no past
Don't let me down
Hey, don't let me down
Don't let me down
Don't let me down
Hey hey ah Don't let me down

2008-01-07T09:05:00.000-08:00

BABOOSHKA

She wanted to test her husband.
She knew exactly what to do:
A pseudonym to fool him.
She couldnt have made a worse move.

She sent him scented letters,
And he received them with a strange delight.
Just like his wife
But how she was before the tears,
And how she was before the years flew by,
And how she was when she was beautiful.
She signed the letter

All yours,
Babooshka, babooshka, babooshka-ya-ya!
All yours,
Babooshka, babooshka, babooshka-ya-ya!

She wanted to take it further,
So she arranged a place to go,
To see if he
Would fall for her incognito.
And when he laid eyes on her,
He got the feeling they had met before.
Uncanny how she
Reminds him of his little lady,
Capacity to give him all he needs,
Just like his wife before she freezed on him,
Just like his wife when she was beautiful.
He shouted out, im

All yours,
Babooshka, babooshka, babooshka-ya-ya!
All yours,
Babooshka, babooshka, babooshka-ya-ya!
All yours,
Babooshka, babooshka, babooshka-ya-ya!

Watermelon in Easter Hay

2007-12-30T08:48:00.001-08:00

Frank Zappa (lead guitar, vocals)
Warren Cucurullo (rhythm guitar, vocals)
Denny Walley (slide guitar, vocals)
Ike Willis (lead vocals)
Peter Wolf (keyboards)
Arthur Barrow (bass, vocals)
Ed Mann (percussion)
Vinnie Colaiuta (drums)

Central Scrutinizer:
This is the CENTRAL SCRUTINIZER...Joe has just worked himself into an imaginary frenzy during the fade- out of his imaginary song...He begins to feel depressed now. He knows the end is near. He has realized at last that imaginary guitar notes and imaginary vocals exist only in the imagination of The Imaginer...and... ultimately, who gives a fuck anyway...So...So... Excuse me...So...Who gives a fuck anyway? So he goes back to his ugly little room and quietly dreams his last imaginary guitar solo...

(after the song ends)
This is the CENTRAL SCRUTINIZER...As you can see, MUSIC can get you pretty fucked up...Take a tip from Joe, do like he did, hock your imaginary guitar and get a good job...Joe did, and he's a happy guy now, on the day shift at the Utility Muffin Research Kitchen, arrogantly twisting the sterile canvas snoot of a fully-charged icing anointment utensil. And every time a nice little muffin comes by on the belt, he poots forth...And if this doesn't convince you that MUSIC causes BIG TROUBLE...then maybe I should turn off my plastic megaphone and sing the last song on the album in my regular voice...

A Child's Christmas in Wales

2007-12-14T11:56:00.001-08:00

With mistletoe and candle green
To halloween we go
Ten murdered oranges bled on board ship
Lends comedy to shame
The cattle graze bold uprightly
Seducing down the door
To saddle swords and meeting place
We have no place to go

Then wearily the footsteps worked
The hallelujah crowds
Too late but wait the long legged bait
Tripped uselessly around
Sebastopol adrianapolis
The prayers of all combined
Take down the flags of ownership
The walls are falling down

A belt to hold
Columbus too, perimeters of nails
Perceived the mammas golden touch
Good neighbours were we all

Yes it is

2007-12-06T03:03:00.001-08:00

If you wear red tonight
Remember what I said tonight
For red is the color that my baby wore
And what is more, it's true
Yes it is

Scarlet were the clothes she wore
Everybody knows I've sure
I could remember all the things we planned
Understand, it's true
Yes it is, it's true
Yes it is

I could be happy with you by my side
If I could forget her, but it's my pride
Yes it is, yes it is
Oh, yes it is, yeah

Please don't wear red tonight
This is what I said tonight
For red is the color that will make me blue
In spite of you, it's true
Yes it is, it's true
Yes it is

I could be happy with you by my side
If I could forget her, but it's my pride
Yes it is, yes it is
Oh, yes it is, yeah

Please don't wear red tonight
This is what I said tonight
For red is the color that will make me blue
In spite of you, it's true
Yes it is, it's true
Yes it is, it's true

Just like a Woman

2007-12-06T02:54:00.001-08:00

Nobody feels any pain
Tonight as I stand inside the rain
Ev'rybody knows
That Baby's got new clothes
But lately I see her ribbons and her bows
Have fallen from her curls.
She takes just like a woman, yes, she does
She makes love just like a woman, yes, she does
And she aches just like a woman
But she breaks just like a little girl.

Queen Mary, she's my friend
Yes, I believe I'll go see her again
Nobody has to guess
That Baby can't be blessed
Till she sees finally that she's like all the rest
With her fog, her amphetamine and her pearls.
She takes just like a woman, yes, she does
She makes love just like a woman, yes, she does
And she aches just like a woman
But she breaks just like a little girl.

It was raining from the first
And I was dying there of thirst
So I came in here
And your long-time curse hurts
But what's worse
Is this pain in here
I can't stay in here
Ain't it clear that--

I just can't fit
Yes, I believe it's time for us to quit
When we meet again
Introduced as friends
Please don't let on that you knew me when
I was hungry and it was your world.
Ah, you fake just like a woman, yes, you do
You make love just like a woman, yes, you do
Then you ache just like a woman
But you break just like a little girl.

Cornfield

2007-12-05T15:04:00.000-08:00

Only twice I've heard a harmonica that sounds like a "cornfield". Yes it is, a cornfield. The first one is Neil Young alive in After the Goldrush, and the second one once again alive, is Bob Dylan in Just like a Woman. Two diferent songs that has absolutaly nothing in common except the fact that they were recorded in the 60', what means virtually nothing since most of songs we talk about here ere from the sixties.
After the Goldrush talks about aort of an abduction, were a silver spaceship takes the childrien away. Almost a Sci-Fi lyric. Yet visionary remains a taste of folk style, most like a trip instead a novel. Dylan's song is about being a woman, or feels like one. A psycological conflict between body and mind and so on. A typical social Bob Dylan's subject and a very careful harmonica playing also feels like a whole cornfield.
Check it out yourself.

The Sterile Cuckoo

2007-12-04T04:27:00.000-08:00

Eis um filme que eu assisti faz ha muito tempo... quase trinta anos atrás, e nessa época o filme já tinha quase dez anos. Só para citar números, eu não dou a mínima para quanto tempo já se passou. O interessante foi ver novamente o filme após tanto tempo. Eu me lembrava perfeitamente da frase "Would you like to peel the tomato?". De certa forma ela fez parte da minha vida. Mas lembrava-me de outras coisas do filme também, claramente. Mas ao assistir tanto tempo depois é claro que eu vejo de uma forma diferente. Eu geralmente não gosto da Liza Minelli (e não me lembrava que fosse ela a atriz do filme... mas sinceramente achei ótimo. Melhor só se fosse a Winona Ryder. É um papel perfeito para ela.) Agora vamos colocar a letra da música tema do filme, que apesar de não ter nada de mais fica muito bem com as cenas. Também não está mal cantada, mas seria melhor com Simon & Garfunkel.

COME SATURDAY MORNING

Featured on the soundtrack of the film "The Sterile Cuckoo"(Words by Dory Previn / Music by Fred Carlin)The Sandpipers - 1970

Come Saturday morning I'm goin' away with my friend We'll Saturday-spend till the end of the day-ay Just I and my friend We'll travel for miles in our Saturday smiles And then we'll move onBut we will remember long after Saturday's gone (Come Saturday morning, come Saturday mo-o-rning)
Come Saturday morning I'm goin' away with my friend We'll Saturday-laugh more than half of the day (ay-ay-ay) Just I and my friend (my friend) Dressed up in our rings and our Saturday things And then we'll move onBut we will remember long after Saturday's gone (Come Saturday morning, come Saturday morning)
Come Saturday mo (Saturday) rning
(short instrumental interlude)
Just I and my friend (my friend) We'll travel for miles in our Saturday smilesAnd then we'll move on But we will remember long after Saturday's gone
(Come Saturday morning, come Saturday mo-o-rning)

They were friends, they were lovers and young. Why didn't me? To Noni with love.

Anphetamine

2007-11-07T15:16:00.000-08:00

Eis algo interessante do Everclear:

She came out west to find the sun
She lost her name but found a new one
Amy goes to school all day
But at night in the neighborhood they call her Amphetamine
She is perfect in that fucked up way
That all the magazines seem to want to glorify these days
She looks like a teenage anthem
She looks like she used to be happy with the girl inside
She looks so bored sometimes
And she has that super pale skin and those soft green eyes
She looks like she could have been happy in a better life
She came out west just to break away clean
From her family and her friends and a little girl's dream
All she wants to do every night
Is to sit beside my window and listen to the sirens
She is perfect in that fucked up way
That all the magazines seem to want to glorify these days
She looks like a teenage anthem
And she looks like she should have been happy in another life
In another life
She came out west just to break the spell
After three long years in a marriage from hell
Six months clean living sober and right
Her doctors tell her everything will be alright
Yeah, you just take your pill
And everything will be alright
She looks like a teenage anthem
She looks like a magazine girl
She looks like a teenage anthem
Like she used to be happy in another world
She looks like a teenage anthem
She is happy with the girl inside
She looks like a teenage anthem
And looks like she could have been happy in another life
In another lifeHappy in another life
Met her at a party and I took her home
She is the saddest girl that I have ever known
She wakes up in the middle of the night
Just to tell me everything will be alright
Amy smiles at me and tells me everything will be alright
I tell myself the same damn thing
Everyday
Everything will be alright

Cowgirl in the sand

2007-10-29T06:04:00.000-07:00

Hello cowgirl in the sandIs this place at your command
Can I stay here for a while
Can I see your sweet sweet smile
Old enough now to change your name
When so many love you is it the same?
Its the woman in you that makes you want to play this game.

Hello ruby in the dust
Has your band begun to rust
After all the sin weve had
I was hopin that we turn back
Old enough now to change your name
When so many love you is it the same
Its the woman in you that makes you want to play this game.

Hello woman of my dreams
This is not the way it seems
Purple words on a grey background
To be a woman and to be turned down
Old enough now to change your name
When so many love you is it the same
Its the woman in you that makes you want to play this game.

Ain't she sweet?

2007-10-27T15:56:00.000-07:00

She'll be always my Julia Salinger

Oh ain't she sweet,

Well see her walking down that street.

Yes I ask you very confidentially: Ain't she sweet? Oh ain't she nice,

Well look her over once or twice.

Yes I ask you very confidentially: Ain't she nice? Just cast an eye In her direction.

Oh me oh my, Ain't that perfection?

Oh I repeat

Well don't you think that's kind of neat?

Yes I ask you very confidentially:

Ain't she sweet?

Oh ain't she sweet,

Well see her walking down that street.

Well I ask you very confidentially:

Ain't she sweet?

Oh ain't that nice, Well look it over once or twice.

Yes I ask you very confidentially:

Ain't she nice?

Just cast an eye In her direction.

Oh me oh my, Ain't that perfection?

Oh I repeat Well don't you think that's kind of neat?

Yes I ask you very confidentially:

Ain't she sweet? Oh ain't she sweet,

Well see her walking down that street.

Well I ask you very confidentially:

Ain't she sweet?

Well I ask you very confidentially:

Ain't she sweet?

Maybe

2007-10-26T14:08:00.000-07:00

Maybe

Oh if i could pray and i try, dear,
You might come back home, home to me.
Honey, maybe
Whoa, if i could ever hold your hand
Ooh you just might understand.
Honey maybe, maybe, maybe, maybe, yeah.
Maybe, maybe, maybe, maybe, maybe dear
I guess i might have done something wrong,
Honey i'd be glad to admit it.
Oh, come back home to me!
Honey maybe, maybe, maybe, maybe yeah.
Well i know that it just doesn't ever seem to matter, babe,
Oh honey, when i go out or what i'm trying to do,
'cause i'm still left here
Holding on in needing you.
Please, please, please, please,
Oh won't you reconsider babe.
Come on, i said come back,
Won't you come back to me!
Maybe dear, oh maybe, maybe, maybe dear,
Let me help you show me how.
Honey, maybe, maybe, maybe, maybe,
Maybe, maybe, maybe,
Maybe, maybe, maybe, yeah.
Ooh!

Little Wing

2007-10-24T14:30:00.000-07:00

Little Wing

Well shes walking through the clouds
With a circus mind thats running round
Butterflies and zebras
And moonbeams and fairy tales
Thats all she ever thinks about
Riding with the wind.
When Im sad, she comes to me
With a thousand smiles, she gives to me free
Its alright she says its alright
Take anything you want from me, anything
Anything.
Fly on little wing,
Yeah yeah, yeah, little wing

Lucky Man

2007-10-23T16:11:00.001-07:00

LUCKY MAN

He had white Horses.

And ladies by the score

All dressed in satin

And waiting by the door

Ooooh, what a lucky man he was

White lace and feathers

They made up his bed

A gold covered mattress

On which he was led

Ooooh, what a lucky man he was

He went to fight wars

For his country and his king

Of his honor and his glory

The people would sing

Ooooh, what a lucky man he was

A bullet had found him

His blood ran as he cried

No money could save him

So he laid down and he died

Ooooh, what a lucky man he was

Little Girl Blue

2007-10-23T15:30:00.000-07:00

"Little Girl Blue"

Sit there, hmm, count your fingers.

What else, what else is there to do ?

Oh and I know how you feel,

I know you feel that you’re through.

Oh wah wah ah sit there, hmm, count,

Ah, count your little fingers,

My unhappy oh little girl, little girl blue, yeah.

Oh sit there, oh count those raindrops

Oh, feel ’em falling down, oh honey all around you.

Honey don’t you know it’s time,

I feel it’s time,

Somebody told you ‘cause you got to know

That all you ever gonna have to count on

Or gonna wanna lean on

It’s gonna feel just like those raindrops do

When they’re falling down, honey, all around you.

Oh, I know you’re unhappy.

Oh sit there, ah go on, go on

And count your fingers.

I don’t know what else, what else

Honey have you got to do.

And I know how you feel,

And I know you ain’t got no reason to go on

And I know you feel that you must be through.

Oh honey, go on and sit right back down,

I want you to count, oh count your fingers,

Ah my unhappy, my unluckyAnd my little, oh, girl blue.

I know you’re unhappy,

Ooh ah, honey I know,

Baby I know just how you feel.

Green Eyes

2007-10-23T15:16:00.000-07:00

Nick Cave
Green Eyes

Kiss me again, rekiss me and kiss me
Slip your frigid hands beneath my shirt
This useless old fucker with his twinkling cunt
Doesn't care if he gets hurt
Green eyes, Green eyes
Green eyes, Green eyes
If it were but a matter of faith
If it were measured in petitions and prayer
She would materialise, all fleshed out
But it is not, nor do I care
Green eyes, Green eyesGreen eyes, Green eyes
So hold me and hold me, don't tell me your name
This morning will be wiser than this evening is
Then leave me to my enemied dreams
And be quiet as you are leaving,
MissGreen eyes...
Green eyes, Green eyes
Green eyes, Green eyes
Green eyes, Green eyes

Noni's mysterious eyes

2007-10-13T13:43:00.001-07:00

Chet Baker

2007-09-06T15:12:00.000-07:00

a strugle in the life.

é o que eu posso dizer no momento sobre Chet.
Na realidade Chet vencia a cada dia, uma luta contra as dificuldades.

Shut up and kiss me

2007-08-28T14:21:00.000-07:00

Who knows how long will it be?

who knows how much I dare you?

Is it true we are alone here?

Is it true we are so safe here?

Hush, hush, now and kiss me

for we know it won't belong forever

Altought has the feelings made us fly

it won't belog forever

My Kind of Lady

2007-08-17T16:51:00.000-07:00

... well, in my dreams.

Como se sabe, isso não existe. Mas não custa nada colocar essa letra que retrata com ingenuidade os sonhos da adolescencia. Vai dizer que você nunca foi tolo na vida?

De qualquer forma, lembre-se como era isso.

My Kind Of Lady

Let me tell you what I want to say

You're the only one who can make me feel this way

My kind of lady

No better love could I embrace

No better heart, no other face

Can quite compare with you

You came along and then you mend my broken dreams

I was so down and then as foolish as it seems

You gave me your affection

Yeh baby you came through

We'll make it you'll see

In spite of those who say it's wrong

This time we feel that we belong

Now we can truly say

We'll be together and that's all we'll ever need

We'll love eachother, that's the way it's gonna be

And nothin' under the sun of moon

Can make us be apart

Oh my honeyYou know

I'll love you every day

When things go wrong we'll find a way

I'm so glad I met youMuch more than

I can ever sayWe're making plans and holding hands just like before

We'll try again, we'll make amends along the road

It's fellin' good, just like it should, this time we know

We'll share eachother's happiness for now and evermore

I've been wastin' my life away

I've got a message for you today

To tell you that you are

My kind of lady

I'm not the same since I met you

All of my dreams had fallen through

And then you came along

One magic night when things went right it was so fine

Looked in your eyes and realized that you were mine

And nothin' under the sun of moon

Can make us be apart

Oh my baby

You know I'll love you all the way

When times get hard we'll smile and sayI'm so glad I met you

I'll love you more and more each day

We're making plans and holding hands just like before

We'll try again, we'll make amends along the road

It's fellin' good, just like it should, this time we know

We'll share eachother's happiness for now and evermore

Maybe I'm amazed - Never happend...

2007-08-16T12:17:00.000-07:00

Quando eu era pequeno eu achava que os encontros podiam ser mágicos, e que se você gostasse de uma garota haveria bos chances (quase 100%)dela gostar de você... bem, é claro que essa ingenuidade só tem lugar na infância. Mas depois nós crescemos e passamos a acreditar que temos boas chances de "fazê-las gostar de nós", outra ingenuidade de uma infância renitente, ou em certos casos da adolescencia. Mas o fato é que para alguns isso nunca aconteceu e jamais acontecerá! Claro que para você essa era a única garota no mundo!!! A mais bonita, mais sexy, mais perfeita e etc...
e num segundo momento não importa se ela não for nenhuma dessas coisas, porque é simplesmente a que você quer. Mas e daí? Vai fazer alguma diferença?? Muito provavelmente isso nunca vai acontecer, ela somente passará a existir no seu pensamento, se tanto...

Maybe I'm amazed

Baby Im amazed at the way you love me all the time
Maybe Im afraid of the way I love you
Baby Im amazed at the the way you pulled me out of time
Hung me on a line
Maybe Im amazed at the way I really need you

Baby Im a man and maybe Im a lonely man
Whos in the middle of something
That he dosent really understand
Babe Im a man and maybe youre the only woman
Who could ever help me
Baby wont you help to me understand

Baby Im a man and maybe Im a lonely man
Whos in the middle of something
That he dosent really understand
Babe Im a man and maybe youre the only woman
Who could ever help me
Baby wont you help me understand

Baby Im amazed at the way youre with me all the time
Maybe Im afraid of the way I leave you
Baby Im amazed at the way you help me sing my song
You right me when Im wrong
Maybe Im amazed at the way I really need you

Elvis, uma euforia alucinante

2007-08-13T13:18:00.000-07:00

Mais que uma lenda ou mito, uma euforia alucinante! Do tamanho do mundo de então!!! Barbitúricos, anfetaminas e etc... Elvis
No início a euforia era um rítmo negro cantado por um branco que levava as platéias ao delírio. No final um herói decadente sentindo-se o máximo, apesar de longe do seu auge, embalado por comprimidos. Mas sempre um mito!!! Graceland, Memphis Mafia

Long and winding road

2007-08-11T10:31:00.000-07:00

This is just like a small tribute (sort of...) to my 20' the next door girl, a dream of possible love, althought too complicated. Read me, almost avarge yet cute girl. How nice and how far. Long and winding...

Long and winding road

The long and winding road
That leads to your door
Will never disappear
Ive seen that road before
It always leads me her
Lead me to you door

The wild and windy night
That the rain washed away
Has left a pool of tears
Crying for the day
Why leave me standing here
Let me know the way

Many times Ive been alone
And many times Ive cried
Any way youll never know
The many ways Ive tried

But still they lead me back
To the long winding road
You left me standing here
A long long time ago
Dont leave me waiting here
Lead me to your door

But still they lead me back
To the long winding road
You left me standing here
A long long time ago
Dont leave me waiting here
Lead me to your door
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Heart Beat

2007-08-02T16:13:00.000-07:00

O filme Heart Beat, de 1980, é uma das histórias mais marcantes do cinema underground dos anos 80. Talvez por não ser apelativo, mas cru. Ainda de uma beleza e sensibilidade digna dos melhores filmes de arte. Os atores também são excelentes:

Nick Nolte -
Neal Cassady
Sissy Spacek - Carolyn Cassady
John Heard -
Jack Kerouac

Não é a história tradicional de um triângulo amoroso, é história de amizade; de uma geração seus conflitos e um futuro incerto.

Nick Cave - Watching Alice

2007-07-29T11:17:00.000-07:00

Eis aqui uma excelente música sobre "voyerismo"

Watching Alice

Alice wakes it is morning
She is yawningAs she walks about the room
Her hair falls down her breast
She is naked and it is june
Standing at the window
I wonder if she knows that i can see
Watching Alice rise year after year
Up in her palace, she's captive there
Alice's bodyIs golden brown
Her hair hangs down
As she stoops to conquer me
First she pulls her stocking on
And then the church bell chimes
Alice climbes into her uniform
The zippers on the side
Watching Alice dressing in her room
It's so depressing, it's cruel
Watching Alice dressing in her room
It's so depressing, it's true"

THE END

2007-07-21T04:50:00.000-07:00

The End

2007-07-20T15:05:00.001-07:00

This is the end, beautiful friend,
This is the end, my only friend.
The end of our elaborate plans,
The end of everything that stands,
The end, no safety no surprise,
The end, I'll never look into your eyes again.
Can you picture what we'll be
So limitless and free
Desperately in need of some stranger's handIn a desperate land?
Lost in a Roman wilderness of pain
And all the children are insane,
All the children are insane
Waiting for the summer rain.
There's danger on the edge of town,
Ride the King's highway, baby.
Weird scenes inside the gold mine,
Ride the highway West.
Ride the snake,
Ride the snake to the lake,
The ancient lake.
The snake is long, seven miles,
Ride the snake.
He's old and his skin is cold.
The West is the best
The West is the best
Get here and we'll do the rest
The blue bus is calling us
The blue bus is calling us
Driver, where're you taking us?
The killer awoke before dawn,he put his boots on.
He took a face from the ancient gallery
And he walked on down the hall.
He went to the room where his sister lived
And then he paid a visit to his brother.
And then he, he walked on down the hall
And he came to a door and he looked inside.
"Father?"
"Yes, son?"
"I want to kill you. Mother, I want to..."
Come on, baby, take a chance with us,
Come on, baby, take a chance with us,
Come on, baby, take a chance with us
And meet me at the back of the blue bus.
This is the end, beautiful friend,
This is the end, my only friend.
The end, it hurts to set you free,
But you'll never follow me.
The end of laughter and soft lies,
The end of nights we tried to die,
This is the end.

Images

2007-07-20T05:53:00.000-07:00

NICO - Discography

2007-07-19T06:11:00.001-07:00

Nico *1938 +18/07/1988

2007-07-18T12:16:00.000-07:00

"A blackened shroud, a hand-me-down gown

Of rags and silks, a costume

Who fits for one who sits and cries

For all tomorrow's parties"

Fazem quase 20 anos que ela morreu. Viveu 50 anos, ou quase. Números... mas o que isso quer dizer? Nada, absolutamente nada. Vida estranha!

Tumultuada, patética, gótica, fútil, obscura, glamorosa, ou nada... No fim, uma pedra num cemitério de Berlin - cidade onde ela passou possivelmente os seus piore anos -

Para nós imagens, sons e lendas.

DO NOT GO GENTLE INTO THAT GOOD NIGHT

2007-07-14T10:01:00.000-07:00

DO NOT GO GENTLE INTO THAT GOOD NIGHT

Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rave at close of day; Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right, Because their words had forked no lightning they Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight, And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way, Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height, Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray. Do not go gentle into that good night. Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

America - Simon & Garfunkel

2007-06-14T14:27:00.001-07:00

America

"Let us be lovers we'll marry our fortunes together."
"I've got some real estate here in my bag."
So we bought a pack of cigarettes and Mrs. Wagner pies
And we walked off to look for America

"Kathy," I said as we boarded a Greyhound in Pittsburgh
"Michigan seems like a dream to me now"
It took me four days to hitchhike from Saginaw
I've gone to look for America

Laughing on the bus
Playing games with the faces
She said the man in the gabardine suit was a spy
I said "Be careful his bowtie is really a camera"

"Toss me a cigarette, I think there's one in my raincoat"
"We smoked the last one an hour ago"
So I looked at the scenery, she read her magazine
And the moon rose over an open field

"Kathy, I'm lost," I said, though I knew she was sleeping
I'm empty and aching and I don't know why
Counting the cars on the New Jersey Turnpike
They've all gone to look for America
All gone to look for America
All gone to look for America

Wonderful Tonight

2007-06-13T12:46:00.001-07:00

Ontem foi Valentine's day aqui no Brasil, e pra aproveitar vou colocar essa foto que daria um quadro e a letra de Wonderful Tonight. O romance de Clapton e Patty Boyd não durou muito tempo, mas não importa. Poderia até ter duarado apenas essa festa em que ambos se sentiam "wonderful" - porque eles eram, o talvez ainda sejam- no fundo tudo isso é redundância. O que importa é o que eles viveram.

Wonderful Tonight

It's late in the evening
She's wondering what clothes to wear
She puts on her make up
And brushes her long blonde hair
And then she asks me
Do I look all right
And I say yes, you look wonderful tonight

We go a party
And everyone turns to see
This beautiful lady
That's walking around with me
And then she asks me
Do you feel all right
And I say yes, I feel wonderful tonight

I feel wonderful
Because I see the love light in your eyes
And the wonder of it all
Is that you just don't realize
How much I love you

It's time to go home now
And I've got an aching head
So I give her the car keys
She helps me to bed
And then I tell her
As I turn out the light
I say my darling, you were wonderful tonight
Oh my darling, you were wonderful tonight

New York Stories - Life Lessons

2007-06-11T16:58:00.000-07:00

O filme é feito de três pequenas estórias cujo tema central, óbviamente, é a cidade de New York. A primeira estória chama-se "Life Lessons", escrita por Richard Price e Dirigida por Martins Scorcese. Aqui temos dois persona(gens centrais, Paullete (Rosanna Arquette) uma pintora iniciante) e Lionel (um pintor famoso). Ambos jogam com interesses, ele para satisfazer seu ego e ela para tentar entrar nas altas rodas do mundo das artes em New York. Por fim ela desiste ao perceber que não tem talento ao mesmo tempo em que ele também já não precisa mais dela e no dia da sua vernissage conhece outra artista iniciante.

Surfer Girl

2007-06-07T17:23:00.001-07:00

Surfer Girl
Well, East coast girls are hip,
I really dif those styles they wear,
And the Southern girls with the way they talk, they knock me out when I'm down there.
The Midwest farmers' daughter really makes you feel alright,
And the Northern girls, with the way they kiss, they keep their boyfriends warm at night.
I wish they all could be California, (wish they all could be California)
I wish they all could be California girls.
The West coast has the sunshine and the girls all get so tan,
I dig a french bikini on Hawiian Island dolls,by a palm tree in the sand.
I been all round this great big world and I seen all kinds of girls, yeah,
but I couldn't wait to get back in the states, back to the cutest girls in the world.

Bob Erzin - O Homem por detrás do som

2007-06-06T15:30:00.000-07:00

Esse é o "cara"!
Bob Ezrin nasceu em 1949 em Toronto, Ontario (Canada). É na minha opinião o melhor produtor musical desde os anos 70.
O que é que Lou Reed, Kiss e Pink Floyd têm em comum? Nada?? Não. BOB ERZIN!
Essa cara genialmente produziu discos prá todo esse pessoal com estilos diferentes e sempre com resultados incríveis. Os arranjos dele são fantásticos, sem falar nas mixagens e a concepção do trabalho como um todo. Vamos apenas citas dois "clássicos" produzidos por ele: The Wall (Pink Floyd) e Berlin (Lou Reed)
Compare as cordas em "Sad Song" com as cordas de "Confortably Numb", você vai notar que é praticamente a mesma melodia!!! Em dois discos completamente diferentes. Isso é só prá assinar a obra, mas ele trabalha dos detalhes até uma visão panorâmica.

Bauhaus - Who killed Mr. Moonlight

2007-06-04T10:09:00.000-07:00

Who Killed Mr. Moonlight?

Consider green lakes
And the idocy of clocks
Someone shot nostalgia in the back
Someone shot our innocence

A broken arrow in a bloody pool
The wound in the face
Of midnight proposals
Someone shot nostalgia in the back
Someone shot our innocence

In the shadow of his smile
In the shadow of his smile
In the shadow of his smile
In the shadow of his smile

All our dreams have melted down
We are hiding in the bushes
From dead men
Doing Douglas Fairbanks' stunts

All our stories burnt
Our films lost in the rushes
We can't paint any pictures
As the moon had all our brushes

Extracting wasps from stings in flight
Who killed Mr. Moonlight?
Who killed Mr. Moonlight
In the shadow of his smile
Who killed Mr. Moonlight
In the shadow of his smile

Station to Station

2007-05-30T16:51:00.001-07:00

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"

2007-05-30T12:12:00.001-07:00

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)

Waiting the Worms

2007-05-28T17:07:00.001-07:00

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

2007-05-28T16:29:00.000-07:00

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

2007-05-28T13:07:00.000-07:00

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.

Sexual Healing

2007-05-27T15:02:00.001-07:00

"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)

Stephanie Says

2007-05-25T15:58:00.001-07:00

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

Lisa Says

2007-05-22T08:10:00.000-07:00

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

No Glory at All - just sadness...

2007-05-21T12:33:00.000-07:00

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

2007-05-21T11:54:00.000-07:00

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

Sid and Nancy - Love Kills

2007-05-19T10:27:00.000-07:00

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

School boys dream

2007-05-17T07:29:00.000-07:00

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...

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...

Legendary Hearts

2007-05-16T16:47:00.000-07:00

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

The Best Friends

2007-05-15T09:49:00.000-07:00

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!........

Tributo a Victor Manga

2007-05-14T10:24:00.000-07:00

*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.

Another Broken Heart Song

2007-05-10T07:00:00.001-07:00

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

White Light, White Heat (2)

2007-04-28T14:43:00.000-07:00

White light white heat

2007-04-28T13:14:00.000-07:00

Talvez uma das melhores sensações seja essa luz e calor branco! Depois da partida, pavor e euforia o resto é silêncio e depressão. Quante, pavoroso e às vezes paranóico. Mas sempre silêncio e depressão. Desespero de novamente ir ao alto, correr ou ver os outros correndo. Suor, calor e confusão. Não há tempo para parar. São sempre vozes e sons, calor e luz.

White Light White Heat

White light goin' messin' up my mind.
Don't you know it's gonna make me go blind.
White heat, it tickle me down to my toes.
Have mercy white light have it goodness knows.
White light goin' messin' up my brain.
White light, it's gonna drive me insane.
White heat, it tickle me down to my toes.
White light, I said now, goodness knows.
Ooo, white light.
Ooo, white heat.
Ooo, white light.
Ooo, white heat.
White light moved in me through my brain
White light gonna make-a me go insane
White light, tickled down to my toes
White light, I said now, goodness knows.
White light it lightens up my eyes
Don't you know it fills me up with surprise
White heat tickle down to my toes
White light, I'll tell you now, goodness knows.

Since I don't have you

2007-04-27T14:56:00.000-07:00

"I don't have anything since I don't have you"
Poderia ser o tema de um psicopata, de um suicida ou de um bêbado. Depende de como as pessoas encaram as coisas. Originalmente essa música, gravada pelos "Skyliners" era uma ingênua 'heartbroken song', bem ao estilo dos anos 50 ainda e que mereceria no máximo um porre. E é isso, não passa disso. O que quer que você faça não perturbe ninguém. Como diz o ditado: "If you can't hand you drink. Drink milk!" A letra é ótima! O cara está completamente arrasado, na pior. O que ele fez? Escreveu uma música! E hoje nós temos a satisfação de ler esta pérola da depressão!

Since I don't have you

I don't have plans and schemes,
And I don't have hopes and dreams.
I don't have anything,
Since I don't have you.

And I don't have fond desires,
and I don't have happy hours.
I don't have anything,
Since I don't have you.

Happiness, and I guess,
I never will again.
When you walked out on me,
In walked ol' misery,
And he's been here since then.

Yeah, we're fucked.

I don't have love to share,
And I don't have one who cares.
I don't have anything,
Since I don't have you.
You, you, you, oh, oh!
You, you, you, oh, oh!
You, you, you, oh, oh!
You, you, you, oh, oh!
You, you, you, oh yeah!

Símbolos da intolerância

2007-04-25T12:46:00.000-07:00

Que droga significa esse símbolo?? Eu não sei. Já pesquisei e niguém sabe ao certo. Mas isso não faz a mínima diferença, porque qualquer que seja seu significado ele pode ser forjado e associado a qualquer coisa que você quiser.
Há muitos símbolos de intolerância, entretanto há ainda mais pessoas intolerantes.

In the Flash (2)

So ya, thought ya
Might like to go to the show.
To feel that warm thrill of confusion,
That space cadet glow.
I've got some bad news for you sunshine,
Pink isn't well, he stayed back at the hotel
And they sent us along as a surrogate band
We're gonna find out where you folks really stand.

Are there any queers in the theater tonight?
Get them up against the wall!
There's one in the spotlight, he don't look right to me,
Get him up against the wall!
That one looks Jewish!
And that one's a coon!
Who let all of this riff-raff into the room?
There's one smoking a joint,
And another with spots!
If I had my way,
I'd have all of you shot!

How do you think it feels?

2007-04-24T16:31:00.000-07:00

How do you think it feels
Lou Reed

How do you think it feels
When you're speeding and lonely
Come here baby
How do you think it feels
When all you can say is: If only
If only I had a little
If only I had some change
If only, if only, only
How do you think it feels
And when do you think it stops ?
How do you think it feels
When you've been up for five days
Come down here Mama
Hunting around always - ooh
'Cause you're afraid of sleeping
How do you think it feels
To feel like a wolf and foxy
How do you think it feels
To always make love by proxy ?
How do you think it feels
And when do you think it stops ?
When do you think it stops ?

Heroine/Heroin

2007-04-22T14:05:00.000-07:00

Heroin= Heroina, droga derivada do ópio
Heroine= Heroina, feminino de herói

Heroin - Lou Reed

I dont know just where Im going
But Im goin to try for the kingdom if I can
cause it makes me feel like Im a man
When I put a spike into my vein
Then I tell you things arent quite the same

When Im rushing on my run
And I feel just like jesus son
And I guess I just dont know
And I guess that I just dont know

I have made very big decision
Im goin to try to nullify my life
cause when the blood begins to flow
When it shoots up the droppers neck
When Im closing in on death

You cant help me not you guys
All you sweet girls with all your sweet talk
You can all go take a walk
And I guess I just dont know
And I guess I just dont know

I wish that I was born a thousand years ago
I wish that Id sailed the darkened seas
On a great big clipper ship
Going from this land here to that
I put on a sailors suit and cap

Away from the big city
Where a man cannot be free
Of all the evils in this town
And of himself and those around
Oh, and I guess I just dont know
Oh, and I guess I just dont know

Heroin, be the death of me
Heroin, its my wife and its my life
Because a mainer to my vein
Leads to a center in my head
And then Im better off than dead

When the smack begins to flow
Then I really dont care anymore
About all the jim-jims in this town
And everybody putting everybody else down
And all of the politicians makin crazy sounds
All the dead bodies piled up in mounds, yeah

Wow, that heroin is in my blood
And the blood is in my head
Yeah, the gods good as dead
Ooohhh, God that Im not aware
I just dont care
And I guess I just dont know
And I guess I just dont know

Flesh Failures

2007-04-22T09:44:00.000-07:00

The Flesh Failures

We starve-look
At one another
Short of breath
Walking proudly in our winter coats
Wearing smells from laboratories
Facing a dying nation
Of moving paper fantasy
Listening for the new told lies
With supreme visions of lonely tunes

Somewhere
Inside something there is a rush of
Greatness
Who knows what stands in front of
Our lives
I fashion my future on films in space
Silence
Tells me secretly
Everything
Everything

Manchester England England
Manchester England England
Eyes look your last
Across the Atlantic Sea
Arms take your last
embrace
And I'm a genius genius
And lips oh you the
doors of breath
I believe in God
Seal with a righteous kiss
And I believe that God believes in Claude
Seal with a righteous kiss
That's me, that's me, that's me
The rest is silence
The rest is silence
The rest is silence

[Singing]
Our space songs on a spider web sitar
Life is around you and in you
Answer for Timothy Leary, dearie

Let the sunshine
Let the sunshine in
The sunshine in
Let the sunshine
Let the sunshine in
The sunshine in
Let the sunshine
Let the sunshine in
The sun shine in...

The Boxer

2007-04-20T16:57:00.000-07:00

The Boxer

I am just a poor boy

Though my story's seldom told

I have squandered my resistance

For a pocketful of mumbles

Such are promises

All lies and jests

Still a man hears what he wants to hear

And disregards the rest
When I left my home and my family I was no more than a boy

In the company of strangers

In the quiet of the railway station

Running scared

Laying low, seeking out the poorer quarters

Where the ragged people go
Looking for the places only they would know
Lie la lie...
Asking only workman's wages I come looking for a job
But I get no offers

Just a come-on from the whores on Seventh Avenue

I do declare, there were times when I was so lonesome

I took some comfort there
Lie la lie...
Then I'm laying out my winter clothes

And wishing I was gone

Going home

Where the New York City winters aren't bleeding me,

Leading me, going home.
In the clearing stands a boxer

And a fighter by his trade

And he carries the reminders

Of every glove that laid him down

Or cut him till he cried out

In his anger and his shame "I am leaving, I am leaving"

But the fighter still remains
Lie la lie...

Betales - I Will

2007-04-16T12:00:00.000-07:00

Who knows how long I've loved you

You know I love you still

Will I wait a lonely lifetime

If you want me to--I will.

For if I ever saw you I didn't catch your name

But it never really mattered

I will always feel the same.

Love you forever and forever

Love you with all my heart

Love you whenever we're together

Love you when we're apart.

And when at last I find you

Your song will fill the air

Sing it loud so I can hear you

Make it easy to be near you

For the things you do endear you to me

You know I willI will.

Sacou?? Ele sequer conhece a garota!

Elton John - I Guess That's Why They Call It The Blues

2007-04-13T11:02:00.000-07:00

I Guess That's Why They Call It The Blues

Don't wish it away
Don't look at it like it's forever
Between you and me I could honestly say
That things can only get better

And while I'm away
Dust out the demons inside
And it won't be long before you and me run
To the place in our
hearts where we hide

And I guess that's why they call it the blues
Time on my hands could be time spent with you
Laughing like children, living like lovers
Rolling like thunder under the covers
And I guess that's why they call it the blues

Just stare into space
Picture my face in your hands
Live for each second without hesitation
And never forget I'm your man

Wait on me girl
Cry in the night if it helps
But more than ever I simply love you
More than I love life itself

"A vida pode ser estranhamente longa ou curta. Não importa. Mas como vivemos sim"

You're in my heart

2007-04-11T06:07:00.000-07:00

Acho que esses dias estou meio 'sentimental' (essa palavra é dose...) mas vamos lá. No album "Footloose and Fancy" está uma das marcas registradas de Rod Stewart: You're in My Haert

Eu não gosto de Rod Stewart, mas gosto muito dessa música. Não é que eu ache que ele canta mal e etc... eu não gosto do estilo dele, não faz o meu gênero.

Na realidade essa música "You're in my heart" fazia parte de um filme do qual eu tento lembrar o nome e não consigo... Era um filme vagabundo, desses de juventude, praia etc... Mas o fato é que essa mnúsica é muito legal. Há uma certa lenda de que essa música teria sido escrita para e ex mulher do Stewart quando eles se separaram, e mesmo assim ela entrou na justiça pedindo dinheiro; ele diz que não há uma pessoa específica, pode ser qualquer mulher. Eu, pessoalmente, concordo e gosto de pensar assim. Seja como for curtam a letra:

You're In My Heart
Rod Stewart

I didn't know what day it waswhen you walked into the roomI said hello unnoticedYou said goodbye too soonBreezing through the clientelespinning yarns that were so lyricalI really must confess right herethe attraction was purely physicalI took all those habits of yoursthat in the beginning were hard to acceptYour fashion sense, Beardsly printsI put down to experienceThe big bosomed lady with the Dutch accentwho tried to change my point of viewHer ad lib lines were well rehearsedbut my heart cried out for youChorus:You're in my heart, you're in my soulYou'll be my breath should I grow oldYou are my lover, you're my best friendYou're in my soulMy love for you is immeasurableMy respect for you immenseYou're ageless, timeless, lace and finenessYou're beauty and eleganceYou're a rhapsody, a comedyYou're a symphony and a playYou're every love song ever writtenBut honey what do you see in me(Chorus)You're an essay in glamourPlease pardon the grammarbut you're every schoolboy's dreamYou're Celtic, United, but baby I've decidedYou're the best team I've ever seenAnd there have been many affairsMany times I've thought to leaveBut I bite my lip and turn around'cause you're the warmest thing I've ever found(Chorus)

Elton John

2007-04-10T07:26:00.000-07:00

Esse talvez seja um dos melhores albuns de Elton John! Hoje vamos comentar a música "Someone saved my life tonight" - não é certamente uma música muito conhecida, mas é muito importante. Elton estava para se casar (com uma mulher!!). Esse episódio deu-se em 1969, e Elton não era nem de longe famoso ou rico. (Essa música foi gravada apenas em 1975) Segundo consta, apartir desse momento (o rompimento do noivado) iniciou-se a carreira artística de Elton John, assim como o processo de assumir-se gay. Há uma frase que precisa de algum esclarecimento, para aqueles que não conhecem certos termos próprios da Inglaterra:

"Clinging to your stocks and bonds Paying your H.P. demands forever" - HP= "Hire Purchase" - mais ou menos o equivalente a umfinanciamento mediante penhor. Eu não sei exatamente o que Taupin queria dizer com isso, mas certamente indica que o casamento lhe custaria caro demais.

SOMEONE SAVES MY LIFE TONIGHT

When I think of those east end lights, muggy nights The curtains drawn in the little room downstairs Prima donna lord you really should have been there Sitting like a princess perched in her electric chair And its one more beer and I dont hear you anymore We've all gone crazy lately My friends out there rolling round the basement floor And someone saved my life tonight sugar bear You almost had your hooks in me didnt you dear You nearly had me roped and tied Altar-bound, hypnotized Sweet freedom whispered in my ear Youre a butterfly And butterflies are free to fly Fly away, high away, bye bye I never realised the passing hours of evening showers A slip noose hanging in my darkest dreams Im strangled by your haunted social sceneJust a pawn out-played by a dominating queen Its four oclock in the morning Damn it listen to me good Im sleeping with myself tonight Saved in time, thank God my musics still alive And I would have walked head on into the deep end of the river Clinging to your stocks and bonds Paying your h.p. demands forever They're coming in the morning with a truck to take me home Someone saved my life tonight, someone saved my life tonight Someone saved my life tonight, someone saved my life tonight Someone saved my life tonight So save your strength and run the field you play alone

I will survive (and some did't...)

2007-03-29T11:29:00.000-07:00

Um dos "hinos" da Disco Music foi I'll Survive. Nesse caso não importa muito o compositor, mas o que aconteceu na época e depois. Foi um grande sucesso de Gloria Gaynor, que na época em que gravou essa música havia sido operada da coluna e estava imobilizada. Pense: um grande sucesso dançante cantado por alguém que estava impossibilitado de movimentar-se. Claro, não tem problema, a letra. - I'll survive. - Apesar de tratar-se de uma mulher abandonada pelo amante que garante que deu a volta por cima podemos interpretar como resistência a qualquer coisa, inclusive a impossibilidade de dançar num hit da dance music. E o que mais? O que há de deprimente nisso?
Na época a liberação sexual estava no auge, e muita gente entre eles mulheres e gays dançavam ao som dessa música e deixavam rolar. Era 1979 e não se sabia muito sobre AIDS, logo muita gente pegou AIDS e morreu ao som dessa núsica. Literalmente Didn't survived! É estranho, mas o consumo de drogas e a lesão na coluna não mataram Gloria Gaynor, mas muita gente morreu por causa dessa música, não bem por causa, - cada um faz aquilo que bem entende independente de que os outros lhe digam - mas no embalo dessa idéia. E por fim a música sobreviveu e voltou a ser sucesso 20 anos depois.

"I Will Survive"

At first I was afraid
I was petrified
Kept thinking I could never live
without you by my side
But then I spent so many nights
thinking how you did me wrong
And I grew strong
And I learned how to get along
and so you're back
from outer space
I just walked in to find you here
with that sad look upon your face
I should have changed that stupid lock
I should have made you leave your key
If I had known for just one second
you'd be back to bother me

Go on now go walk out the door
just turn around now
'cause you're not welcome anymore
weren't you the one who tried to hurt me with goodbye
Did you think I'd crumble
Did you think I'd lay down and die
Oh no, not I
I will survive
Oh as long as i know how to love
I know I will stay alive
I've got all my life to live
I've got all my love to give
and I'll survive
I will survive (hey-hey)

It took all the strength I had
not to fall apart
kept trying hard to mend
the pieces of my broken heart
and I spent oh so many nights
just feeling sorry for myself
I used to cry
But now I hold my head up high
and you see me
somebody new
I'm not that chained up little person
still in love with you
and so you felt like dropping in
and just expect me to be free
and now I'm saving all my loving
for someone who's loving me

Go on now go walk out the door
just turn around now
'cause you're not welcome anymore
weren't you the one who tried to break me with goodbye
Did you think I'd crumble
Did you think I'd lay down and die
Oh no, not I
I will survive
Oh as long as i know how to love
I know I will stay alive
I've got all my life to live
I've got all my love to give
and I'll survive
I will survive

Numa Pessoa Só

2007-03-12T09:59:00.000-07:00

Loki????????????????????//

Em São Paulo nos anos 70 e início dosanos 80 "Loki" era uma gíria usada para referir-se a uma pessoa louca, desequilibrada ou inconseqüente.

Tirando toda essa bobagem esse disco do Arnaldinho de 1974 é muito divertido com alguns momentos contestadores e deprimentes como pro exemplo Navegar de Novo.

Aqui nesse "LP" temos outra versão de "Numa Pessoa Só" com arranjo do Rogério Duprat. Vale a pena ouvir - embora o vocal não seja grande coisa... mas as cordas, a trompa e a voz do Arnaldo dizendo "será que eu vou? será que eu não vou?" são incríveis!

Formas Geométricas

2007-03-06T09:53:00.000-08:00

Dentre as formas geométricas básicas podemos destacar: O Círculo (que já comentamos), o Quadrado e o Triângulo. O Círculo é normalmente associado a perfeição, e eu não gosto dessa idéia, prefiro o Círculo como delimitador de espaço.
Já o Triângulo possui mais a idéia de perfeição. Em primeiro lugar porque toda a geometria euclidiana está baseada nele, e nele não há dízima para leval-lo ao infinito mas apenas aquilo que pode ser concebido com princípio e fim. Mas por essas mesmas razões o Triângulo é imperfeito.
O Quadrado é usado para designar padrões bem definidos, e ainda mais limitados. Por exemplo: Fulano é "quadrado". Mas não se diz que fulano é "triangular", no máximo diz-se que ficou "redondo".
Triângulos servem como exemplos de relacionamentos: Triângulo amoroso.
E diga-se de passagem, nenhum triângulo amoroso dura muito.

você pode esquecer por algum tempo, pode até não saber o que é, mas...

2007-03-02T16:25:00.000-08:00

O que você quer
Você não deixa de querer tão fácil
Bêbado você ainda quer
Em perigo você quer
Perdido você ainda quer
O que você quer
O que você quer mesmo
Permanece em você, todo mundo vê
Na cadeia você não deixa de querer
No hospício não deixa de querer
No inferno, ainda quer
O que você quer
O que você quer
O que você quer de verdade
O que você quer
O que você quer de verdade
O que você quer
O que você quer
O que você quer
Estará com você quando você se lembrar
O que você quer
Estará em você quando você não se lembrar
O que você quer
O que você quer de verdade
O que você quer
O que você quer de verdade
O que você quer
O que você quer
O que você quer não perde no baralho,
Dinheiro não compra
Conselhos não matam
O tempo não toma o que você quer
Cego você continua querendo
Velho você continua querendo
Onde você estiver
Continua tendo
O que você quer
O que você quer
O que você quer de verdade
O que você quer
O que você quer de verdade
O que você quer
O que você quer
(Rita lee e Arnaldo Antunes)

O Z e o A

2007-03-02T04:02:00.000-08:00

Veja que barato a foto ao lado. Arnaldinho, Sérgio, Rita e um monte de cães dentro de um buggie.

Isso são os MUTANTES!!! A essência pura!

Durou para sempre? Claro que não, mas foi muito legal. Houve um processo de transformação.

Teóricamente esse post deveria vir antes do A e o Z, assim como quem chega no BLOG deveria ler primeiro os posts mas antigos. Mas na realidade não é o que acontece, e nem por isso deixa de ter sentido. Na próxima foto vemos os Mutantes sem Rita Lee, repare no sorriso do Arnaldinho. Ainda é o mesmo! O que é bom permanece!!! Assim como o melhor da música tem sobrevivido ao longo dos anos. É verdade que os Mutantes foram aos poucos se dissolvendo até acabar, e tristemente houve uma época muito difícil para Arnaldo. Mas quando todos pensavam que os Mutantes já eram apenas uma lenda, uma página na história da música eis que els surgem com a mesma força. Por fim talvez não seja errado dizer que os mutantes são afinal Arnaldo e Sérgio. O A e o S

Rock’n’roll, paz e amor aqui no Brasil

E talvez o fim de semana não tenha mais fim

E talvez a nossa música não tenha mais fim

E talvez a nossa vida não tenha mais fim

O A e o Z

2007-03-01T12:57:00.000-08:00

Esse é um sonho do começo ao fim. De A a Z!

Na verdade eu não ia comentar esse disco, mas aos poucos letra por letra eu percebi que seria a coisa certa. O disco todo é incrível; apesar de muitos perguntarem: _Mutantes sem Rita Lee é Mutantes?? - Parece que quase 30 anos depois veio a resposta definitiva; É! (Ainda que de alguma forma exista a presença sutil de Rita como "musa" de Arnaldinho - isso é pura subjetividade!) Mas o fato é que aqui, na minha opinião, chegamos aos Mutantes 'maduros'. É rock progressivo forte e sólido, sem as elocubrações barra pesada de alguns momentos e nem as gracinhas 'luluzinha' da Rita Lee (que ela levou para as Cilibrinas do Éden - e durou bem pouco). Esse disco traz uma idéia completa bem no estilo do YES, no entanto não chega a ser tão fechado e rigoroso. Ao mesmo tempo fecha com "Ainda vou transar com você", simplesmente perfeito, porque mistura a idéia de sonho sem fim com uma realidade ingênua e possível. (Mas que na verdade não foi; mas ele transou com ela, então por alguns instantes foi possível!!!!) Ah! Repare também na introdução de piano de "Uma Pessoa Só" é exatamente igual a parte de piano que existe imediatamente antes da entada do órgão na lendária (e infelizmente manjada também) Whiter Shade of Pale.

“A” E O “Z“(Mutantes)

Eu sou o começo, sou o fim Sou o “A” e o “Z” Meu bem, ouça meu rock’n’roll Tudo bem, pelos séculos amémEu sou o começo, sou o fim Sou o “A” e o “Z”Eu sou o “A” e o “Z” Numa pessoa só

ROLLING STONES
(Mutantes)
Estava lendo o Rolling Stone
Li um cara que me abriu a cabeça
Fui correndo e tropecei no arco-íris
Foi muito......
Começando a me sentir tocado
Percebi então que fui transado
Estou começando a entender a música do coração
E eu pensei que fosse tarde
Só agora eu saquei a verdade
Viajei no disco do Mutantes
Foi muito......
Começando a me sentir tocado
Percebi então que fui transado
Estou começando a entender a música do coração
Ouça a música tocar
E a terra desbundar......
Ouça a música tocar
E o espírito de luz
A refletir a música no ar
Minha imagem, sua imagem,
Juntos no espelho do luar

VOCÊ SABE
(Mutantes)
Você sabe o que eu pensei
Eu também sei o que você pensa
Você sabe o quanto andei
Deus, também serei o que você quiser
Nas estradas eu andarei
Nessa escalada alcançarei o sol

HEY JOE
(Mutantes)
Som para acordar
Amanheceu
Tudo em paz
Para cantar
A música
O vento, terra, e o ar
Soprando aqui
Na luz do luar
Na luz do sol
Na luz de Deus
Hey Joe,
Eu vi isto acontecer
Hey Joe,
Senti o meu coração
Pertenço a você
Pois é, tudo bem, meu bem
Hey Joe,
Eu vi ele aparecer
Hey Joe
Está aqui
Ele é o nosso Deus
Todos juntos reunidos
Numa pessoa só

UMA PESSOA SÓ
(Mutantes)
Eu sou
Você é também
E todos juntos somos nós
Estou aqui reunido
Numa pessoa só
E todos juntos somos nós
Uma pessoa
Você também está tocando
Você também está cantando
Estamos numa boa pescando pessoas no mar
Aqui
Numa pessoa só
Eu sou o começo sou o fim
Sou o “A” e o “Z”
Todos juntos reunidos
Numa pessoa só

AINDA VOU TRANSAR COM VOCÊ
(Mutantes)
Eu sei que eu não faço nada
Mas eu gosto, gosto muito de você, de você, de você
Eu sei que eu não vou à escola
Mais eu gosto, gosto muito de você, de você, de você
Você não acredita em nada dessa estória
De eu tocar com você, com você, com você
Alimente essa que eu ainda
Vou transar com você
Andam dizendo que a vida não está com nada
Eu acho que não
E digo tá, tá, tá de todo o meu coração
Legal
Venham vós ao nosso reino aqui no Brasil
Rock’n’roll, paz e amor aqui no Brasil
E talvez o fim de semana não tenha mais fim
E talvez a nossa música não tenha mais fim
E talvez a nossa vida não tenha mais fim

Rambo - He ain't heavy he is my brother

2007-02-27T14:24:00.000-08:00

No filme Rambo havia como trilha sonora a música "He ain't heavy he's my brother" de Rufus Wainwright gravada pelos Hollies.
A letra fala por si, mas possui ainda uma história curiosa.
O título da música foi retirado do lema de uma instituição fundada em 1917 para menores problemáticos (delinquentes) chamada "Boy's Town" que era dirigida pelo Padre Católico Edward Flanagan em Omaha, NE. Esse mesmo Padre tirou o seu lema de uma foto numa revista em que havia um garoto carregando um mais jovem nas costas e os dizeres 'Ele não é pesado, é meu irmão'.
Esse tipo de solidariedade presente na letra e no filme, como sendo a ética de Rambo (nota-se quando ele diz ao Coronel:"_no exército tinhamos um código: eu cuido de você e você cuida de mim. Aqui não temos nada!") Muitos Veteranos do Vietnam se identificaram com o filme e disseram sentir exatamente o mesmo.
Ainda que a letra dessa música não tenha sido necessariamente pensada nesse contexto encaixa-se perfeitamente.

He Ain't Heavy, He's My Brother

The road is long
With many a winding turn
That leads us to who knows where
Who knows when
But I'm strong
Strong enough to carry him
He ain't heavy, he's my brother.

So on we go
His welfare is of my concern
No burden is he to bear
We'll get there
For I know
He would not encumber me

If I'm laden at all
I'm laden with sadness
That everyone's heart
Isn't filled with the gladness
Of love for one another.

It's a long, long road
From which there is no return
While we're on the way to there
Why not share
And the load
Doesn't weigh me down at all
He ain't heavy, he's my brother.

He's my brother
He ain't heavy, he's my brother.

Épico

2007-02-23T07:25:00.000-08:00

Não é necessário dizer porque "épico", o nome já é suficiente:

The Rise and Fall of Ziggy Stardust and the Spiders from Mars

é fantástico (ao pé da letra!!) uma história que mistura ficção científica (bem de leve) com uma idéia messiânica e é claro cultura pop. Funcionou muito bem! A música título resume quse totalmente a idéia. Na gravação do Bauhaus a música fica esplêndida. O próprio Bowie disse que eles interpretam como ele deveria. Vejamos a letra:

Ziggy Stardust

Ziggy played guitar, jamming good with Wierd and Gilly,
The Spiders from Mars.
He played it left hand, but made it too far,
Became the special man, then we were Ziggy's Band.
Ziggy really sang, screwed up eyes and screwed down hairdo
Like some cat from Japan, he could lick 'em by smiling
He could leave 'me to hang
Came on so loaded man, well hung and snow white tan.
So where were the spiders while the fly tried to break our
balls
Just the beer light to guide us,
So we bitched about his fans and should we crush his sweet hands
?
Ziggy played for time, jiving us that we were Voodoo
The kids was just crass, he was the naz
With God given ass
He took it all too far but boy could he play guitar.
Making love with his ego Ziggy sucked up into his mind
Like a leper messiah
When the kids had killed the man I had to break up the band

Max Kansas City & CBGB

2007-02-21T17:02:00.000-08:00

Antes do lendário e hoje também extinto CBGB havia o Max Kansas City localizado na Park Avenue entre as ruas 17 e 18. Foi lá que o Velvet Undergroung realizou seu concerto de despedida (que tornou-se o primeiro "Disco Pirata Oficial" !!). A qualidade do disco é ruim. Gravado em mono, além dos tradicionais chiados tem também barulho de copo e gente conversando. Mas o que importa é o registro da última apresentação do Velvet no que aconteceu ano de 1970. Já sem John Cale, com Lou visívelmente desmotivado (entre outras coisas) - por exemplo, num determinado momento alguém pede que eles toquem "Heroine" e Lou responde "We don't play Heroine anymore" - aparentemente ele estava bêbado pela voz na gravação. O Max Kansas City fechou em 1973, e de certa forma foi o berço do Punk em NY. Lá tocaram os Ramones, Blondie, entre outros. Reabriu sob nova direção um ano depois e fechou definitivamente em 1981.
O CBGB teve uma história semelhante e deu continuidade ao Punk tornando-se não o berço, mas a casa do Punk Rock. Lá tocaram todos os grandes, incluindo os brasileiros Supla e Ratos de Porão. Tornou-se uma lenda. Muito mais conhecido que o Max Kansas City, mas com o mesmo fim; fechou em 2006.

Xmas in Feburary

2007-02-21T10:58:00.000-08:00

Se muitas vezes falar do natal já é deprimente, imaginem natal em fevereiro. Essa é uma expressão americana (que aliás encerra também o pensamento utilitarista) que significa: vamos fazer as compras de natal no mês de fevereiro porque estará tudo pela metade do preço. É óbvio, mas já não será mais natal! E o natal, que só tem sentido naquela data, perde totalmente o seu sentido de festa. Essa idéia de natal em fevereiro na verdade é coisa de algumas pessoas muito pobres, miseráveis em todos os sentidos, que além de querer beneficiar-se dos descontos, ainda estragam a alegria das crianças. Foi mais ou menos isso que aconteceu na guerra do Vietnam. Veteranos desamparados, como esse da foto ao lado, famílias arrasadas e mentiras.
No disco New York, Lou Reed escreveu uma música falando sobre isso:

Xmas in Feburary

Sam was lyin’ in the jungle
Agent orange spread against the sky like marmalade
Hendrix played on some foreign jukebox
They were praying to be saved
Those gooks were fierce and fearless
That’s the price you pay when you invade
Xmas in february

Sam lost his arm in some border town
His fingers are mixed with someone’s crop
If he didn’t have that opium to smoke
The pain would never ever stop
Half his friends are stuffed into black body bags
With their names printed at the top
Xmas in february

Sammy was a short order cook
In a short order black and blue collar town
Everybody worked the steel mill
But the steel mill got closed down
He thought if he joined the army
He’d have a future that was sound
Like no xmas in february

Sam’s staring at the vietnam wall
It’s been a while now that he’s home
His wife and kid have left, he’s unemployed
He’s a reminder of the war that wasn’t won
He’s the guy on the street with the sign that reads
Please help send this vet home
But he is home
And there’s no xmas in february
No matter how much he saves

Perfect Day

2007-02-14T10:27:00.000-08:00

Lou ReedTransformer (1972)

Perfect Day

Just a perfect day,Drink Sangria in the park,
And then later, when it gets dark,
We go home.Just a perfect day,
Feed animals in the zoo
Then later, a movie, too,
And then home.
Oh it's such a perfect day,
I'm glad I spent it with you.
Oh such a perfect day,
You just keep me hanging on,
You just keep me hanging on.
Just a perfect day,
Problems all left alone,
Weekenders on our own.
It's such fun.Just a perfect day,
You made me forget myself.
I thought I was someone else,
Someone good.
Oh it's such a perfect day,
I'm glad I spent it with you.
Oh such a perfect day,
You just keep me hanging on,
You just keep me hanging on.
You're going to reap just what you sow,
You're going to reap just what you sow,
You're going to reap just what you sow,
You're going to reap just what you sow...

O disco Transformer de 1972 é o caso daqueles que eu não gosto muito de comentar, não porque seja ruim, mas porque encheu o saco! - pra usar um termo leve-
Acontece que nesse disco está "Walk in the wild side", a música mais conhecida de Reed (mais ainda que Sweet Jane), e que tocou tanto e em tantos lugares e contextos que deu o que tinha que dar. Há muito mais no disco que foi produzido por David Bowie, como a também antológia "Perfect Day"

Mother - Roger Waters

2007-02-06T16:16:00.000-08:00

A música "Mother" de Roger Water descreve a tese e a antítese edipiana. Muito mais, eu diria, a antítese. Observe a foto ao lado (extraida da apresentação em Berlin durante a queda do muro) Vejamos a letra primeiro:

Mother

Mother, do you think theyll drop the bomb?
Mother, do you think theyll like this song?
Mother, do you think theyll try to break my balls?
Ooooowaa mother, should I build a wall?

Mother, should I run for president?
Mother, should I trust the government?
Mother, will they put me in the firing line?
Ooooowaa is it just a waste of time?

Hush, my baby. baby, dont you cry.
Mommas gonna make all of your nightmares come true.
Mommas gonna put all of her fears into you.
Mommas gonna keep you right here under her wing.
She wont let you fly, but she might let you sing.
Mommas gonna keep baby cozy and warm.
Oooo babe.
Oooo babe.
Ooo babe, of course mommas gonna help build a wall.

Mother, do you think shes good enough,
For me?
Mother, do you think shes dangerous,
To me?
Mother will she tear your little boy apart?
Ooooowaa mother, will she break my heart?

Hush, my baby. baby, dont you cry.
Mommas gonna check out all your girlfriends for you.
Momma wont let anyone dirty get through.
Mommas gonna wait up until you get in.
Momma will always find out where youve been.
Mommas gonna keep baby healthy and clean.
Oooo babe.
Oooo babe.
Ooo babe, youll always be baby to me.

Mother, did it need to be so high?

John Cale - Hallelujah (The OC Marissa's Death)

2007-01-24T06:07:00.000-08:00

às vezes a morte chega como um vendaval! E é sempre trágico... No seriado The Oc a personagem Marissa Cooper morre, e foi difícil acreditar. Não só porque ela era a "mocinha" da história (ainda que uma mocinha como eu gosto: bebia, teve "experiência homosexuais", consumia qualquer coisa que dessem prá ela e ainda assim se saia bem!) Mas ela morreu.
Trilha sonora: John Cale cantando 'Halleluijah'
Essa música seja recorrente no seriado, nas versões do próprio compositor (meio fraquinha...) da Imoegen Heep (nova! com direito a vocoder e etc..) e a do John Cale (sempre fantástica!)

"Hallelujah"

Now I've heard there was a secret chord
That David played, and it pleased the Lord
But you don't really care for music, do you?
It goes like this
The fourth, the fifth
The minor fall, the major lift
The baffled king composing Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah

Your faith was strong but you needed proof
You saw her bathing on the roof
Her beauty and the moonlight overthrew you
She tied you
To a kitchen chair
She broke your throne, and she cut your hair
And from your lips she drew the Hallelujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah

You say I took the name in vain
I don't even know the name
But if I did, well really, what's it to you?
There's a blaze of light
In every word
It doesn't matter which you heard
The holy or the broken Hallelujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah

I did my best, it wasn't much
I couldn't feel, so I tried to touch
I've told the truth, I didn't come to fool you
And even though
It all went wrong
I'll stand before the Lord of Song
With nothing on my tongue but Hallelujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah

Lou Reed - BERLIN 2006

2007-01-19T04:44:00.000-08:00

Poucas vezes temos chances de ver (ou ouvir) isso. A gravação ao vivo de um disco com os arranjos originais!! É fantasmagóricamente igual ao disco, tirando é claro a mixagem e um ou outro detalhe (quase imperceptível, a não ser que você seja como eu e tenha ouvido esse disco muitas e muitas e muitas vezes ao longo de quase 20 anos)
Há algumas "Bonus Tracks", afinal num show de Lou Reed se ele não cantar Sweet Jane o pessoal não fica contente.
Há algumas inserções nas introduções, mas sempre fazendo referências ao disco original (principalmente a Berlin) - N. O show foi gravado em NY e não em Berlin (assim como o disco também não foi)
Procurem por aí e ouçam. É imperdível.

Ride Sally Ride

2007-01-12T08:34:00.000-08:00

O álbum "Sally can't dance" pode não ser o mais brilhante da carreira de Lou Reed (também não é o menos brilhante) mas contém coisas interessantes como "Ride Sally ride" - curioso é que Sally Ride é o nome de uma astronauta - Essa música começa com um solo de trompa bem "deprimente" e conta a história de uma personagem, "Sally" que possívelmente não sabe "cavalgar" (em alguns lugares a heroína também é chamada de "cavalo") e está meio perdida no meio de uma festa. Novamente aqui Lou fala sobre "coração feito de gelo", ou seja, ausência de sentimento. Não exatamente sentomento, mas afetação em relação a vida.

Lou Reed - Ride, Sally, Ride

Sit yourself down, bang out a tune on the grand piano
Sit yourself down, lay languidly down upon that sofa
Oooh isn't it nice, when your heart is made out of ice
Ride, Sally, ride
It's not your time or way of confusion
Ride, Sally, ride
'Cause if you don't, you'll get a contusion
Oooh isn't it nice, when your heart is made out of ice
Sit yourself down, take of your pants
Don't you know this is a party
Sit yourself down
Why do you think we brought all these people, Miss Brandy
Oooh isn't it nice, when your heart is made out of ice
Ride, Sally, ride
It's not your time or way of confusion
Ride, Sally, ride
It's not your time or way of confusion
Oooh isn't it nice
When you find your heart is made out of ice
Ride, Sally ride, ride, ride, ride
Ride, Sally, ride

In my life

2007-01-11T15:22:00.000-08:00

Revendo um episódio de "Wonder Years" eu me deparei com a clássica "In my life" e por algum motivo fiz uma retrospectiva de fim de ano atrasada (bem atrasada!) mas que não faz diferença nenhuma porque talvez pela primeira vez ela não é nenhum pouco emocional. Acho que já fiz as minhas retrospectivas emocionais, e me custaram bastante caro!!! Quer dizer, o preço das minhas memórias, das coisas que nunca serão. Bem, mas voltando ao "In my life" ela resume bem todas essas coisas tanto intelectualmente quanto emocionalmente. Principalmente ela sempre nos coloca na perpectiva do presente, da certeza de que apesar de pensarmos com carinho no passado afirmamos a nossa opção e o amor presente. Também reconhece que embora talvez algumas coisas tenham mudado para pior, outras se foram para nunca mais voltar - ou mais precisamente algumas pessoas. Como disse uma vez o grande professor Hans J. Köhllreuter: "...essa foi uma época que eu gostaria de reviver, mas não é possível. As pessoas mudam... eu mesmo mudei."

In my life
Lennon & McCartney

There are places i'll remember
All my life though some have changed
Some forever not for better
Some have gone and some remain
All these places have their moments
With lovers and friends i still can recall
Some are dead and some are living
In my life i've loved them all
But of all these friends and lovers
There is no one compares with you
And these memories lose their meaning
When i think of love as something new
Though i know i'll never lose affection
For people and things that went before
I know i'll often stop and think about them
In my life i love you more
Though i know i'll never lose affection
For people and things that went before
I know i'll often stop and think about them
In my life i love you more
In my life i love you more

Elvis não morreu!

2007-01-08T10:58:00.000-08:00

É um bom dia para reiniarmos as nossas postagens, o aniversário de Elvis.
No final dos anos 70 foi lançado um fiulme chamado "Elvis não morreu", era péssimo. Mas mesmo assim o título vale como mito - the legend still remains!
Elvis é importante por muitos motivos, tanto na história do Rock como da cultura Pop, não foi necesáriamente o primeiro mas foi o que projetou o conceito.
Porque ele? Sei lá! Sorte (ou não dependendo do ponto de vista), oportunidade, manobra?? Tudo isso não vai mudar, assim como não vai mudar o fato de que ele é o "King of the Rock'n Roll".
E tudo teria sido mesmo diferente se não fosse Elvis.
So don't step on my blue sued shoes!!!!!!!!!!