Vejam Bem | Canção de José Afonso

 Vejam bem

Que não há só gaivaotas em terra
Quando um homem se põe a pensar
Quando um homem se põe a pensar

Quem lá vem
Dorme à noite ao relento na areia
Dorme à noite ao relento no mar
Dorme à noite ao relento no mar

E se houver
Uma praça de gente madura
E uma estátua
E uma estátua de frebe a arder

Anda alguém
Pela noite de breu à procura
E não há quem lhe queira valer
E não há quem lhe queira valer

Vejam bem
Daquele homem a fraca figura
Desbravando os caminhos do pão
Desbravando os caminhos do pão

E se houver
Uma praça de gente madura
Ninguém vem levantá-lo do chão
Ninguém vem levantá-lo do chão

Vejam bem
Que não há só gaivotas em terra
Quando um homem
Quando um homem se põe a pensar

Quem lá vem
Dorme à noite ao relento na areia
Dorme à noite ao relento no mar
Dorme à noite ao relento no mar

Insanity Comes Quietly To The Structured Mind

Janis Ian

She sits on a window still. Looking down, it's quite a thrill
Imagery, imagining what it is like to be dead
She walks out upon the ledge. Searching for the living end,
She wonders, wondering just what has changed in her head

Looking outward through my pain
Looking through my windowpane
See her face turn into rain

She prepares her face at last. Taking off the piece of glass
Wrapped 'round her eyes
She doesn't cry. She's very young
She's very bright to die

Then so quickly, she stands up. Takes her shoes off in a lump,
She lays them down; lately she has drowned
Checks to see her room is neat. Making sure her clothes are clean,
Dying - death and dirty clothing puts you down

Looking outward through my pain
Looking through my windowpane
See her face turn into rain

Then so quickly she stands up. Crouches low, prepares to jump
Quite properly, pretending she's in gym shooting a basketball
Floating downward through the air. Remembering the state of her hair,
She falls, and nobody hears it at all

Looking outward through my pain
Looking through my windowpane
See her face turn into rain

Yes, dawn coming through the rain, it has washed her mind away
I went ahead and made my bed. Nothing really need be said
But she's dead
You can have it cause I don't want it
If you want it you can have it
I can't take it, I'm falling, I'm calling
Please, please help me, please help me

Every Woman's Song
Angela Aki/Janis Ian

Every woman is a story
Might not always have a happy ending
Every story has a history,
And the past is always worth remembering

To all the women who have gone before me
To all the women who are yet to come
We all have our separate stories
But from a distance, they are one

We are a rainbow of faces,
And a tapestry of songs
We all come from different places in this world
Though we are strangers when we meet,
We are sisters when we're done
We are beauty - we are mystery
We are one
We are every woman's song

Every woman is a journey
We are always right where we belong
Hearts can guide us, hearts can blind us
Still we carry on

So thank you to the mothers
And the daughters of my soul
To all the women I will never know
You have given me a voice that I can call my own
You are beauty - you are mystery
You are one
You are every woman's song

We are a rainbow of faces,
and a tapestry of songs
We all come from different places in this world
Though we are strangers when we meet,
We are sisters when we're done
We are beauty - we are mystery
We are one
We are every woman's song

I Am The One
Miriam Therese Winter/Janis Ian

I am the rays of the rising sun
Snow on the mountains of the moon
The far-flung canopy of stars
The shadows of late afternoon

I am the wisdom of the sage
I am the refuge of all who weep
I am the mother of all who live
I am the promises I keep

I am the one who sits with sorrow
I am the one who feels your pain
I am the hope of your tomorrow
When all is lost, I still remain
I am the one who will remain

I am the seed that longs to bloom
The river yearning for the sea
The heartfelt hope of every womb
I am the faith you place in me

I am the silence and the sound
The gentle rain that breaks the stone
I am the dream of love unbound
I am the way that calls you home

I am the one who sits with sorrow
I am the one who feels your pain
I am the hope of your tomorrow
When all is lost, I will remain
I am the one who will remain

I am the one who sits with sorrow
I am the one who feels your pain
I am the hope of your tomorrow
When all is lost, I will remain
I am the one. I still remain.

You're Too Late
Janis Ian/Kye Fleming

You're too late for my love
You're too late, I can't wait up another night
You can kiss my love goodbye
You're too late, you're too late, you're too late

The clock on the wall keeps ticking
but you don't even try to call
If you think I sit at home
waiting by the phone
Honey, this one time you're wrong

You expect me to be patient
You expect me to be calm
There's a limit to my love
You've already used it up
and I'm already half-past gone

You're too late for my love
You're too late, I can't wait up another night
You can kiss my love goodbye
You're too late, you're too late, you're too late

There's no light shining in my window
There's no key up above my door
I know it's hard to believe
but there's been a change in me
and I don't miss you any more

You're too late for my love
You're too late, I can't wait up another night
You can kiss my love goodbye
You're too late, you're too late, you're too late

Hope you're out there somewhere
with somebody new who'll help you settle down
'cause baby if you're coming back to me
you'll only find I'm not around

You're too late for my love
You're too late, I can't wait up another night
You can kiss my love goodbye
You're too late, you're too late, you're too late

Janis Ian - Stars (live 1974)

I was never one for singing
what I really feel
Except tonight, I'm bringing
everything I know that's real

Stars, they come and go
They come fast or slow
They go like the last light
of the sun, all in a blaze
and all you see is glory
But it gets lonely there
when there's no one here to share
We can shake it away
if you'll hear a story

People lust for fame
Like athletes in a game
we break our collarbones
and come up swinging
Some of us are downed
Some of us are crowned
and some are lost
and never found
But most have seen it all
They live their lives in
sad cafes and music halls
They always have a story

Some make it when they're young
before the world has
done its dirty job
and later on, someone will say
"You've had your day
You must make way"
But they'll never know the pain
of living with a name you never owned
or the many years forgetting
what you know too well

The ones who gave the crown
have been let down
You try to make amends
without defending

Perhaps pretending
you never saw the eyes
of grown men of twenty five
that followed as you walked
and asked for autographs
or kissed you on the cheek
and you never could believe
they really loved you

Some make it when they're old
(Perhaps they have a soul
they're not afraid to bare
Or perhaps there's nothing there)

Some women have a body
men will want to see,
so they put it on display
Some people play a fine guitar
I could listen to them
play all day
Some ladies really
move across a stage
and gee, they sure can dance
I guess I could learn how
if I have it half a chance

but I always feel so funny
when my body tries to soar
and I seem to always worry
about missing the next chord

I guess there isn't anything
to put up on display
except the tunes
and whatever else I say
Anyway, that isn't really
what I meant to say
I meant to tell a story
I live from day to day

Stars, they come and go
They come fast or slow
They go like the last light
of the sun, all in a blaze
and all you see is glory
But those who've seen it all
they live their lives
in sad cafes and music halls
we always have a story

So if you don't lose patience
with my fumbling around,
I'll come up singing for you
even when I'm down

O Anti-Fado

 Perante as grandes verdades

Sou anticumplicidades

Rejeito as pontas e o meio

Sou do tipo antifeio

 

Sou anti-crime e anti-leis

Anti-história e antireis

Todo o saber um dia parte-se

Sou anti-Freud, sou o anti-Marx

Não há truque semiótico

Eu sou anti-patriótico

Faço o direito em cepa torta

Sou anti-basta e anti-corta

 

Anti-sol e quebra-gelos

Eu sou do anti-antipêlos

Sirvo a água menos pura

Sou antivida e anticura

Tás estúpido ou quê?

O teu cinismo nunca foi tão demodê

Eloquência para quê?

O pessimismo nunca foi tão demodê

 

O sexo é simples e é efémero

Eu sou do antigénero

Não sou pragmático nem estético

Sou imoral e antiético

 Não tenho margem nem verba

Não tenho cu para festas de merda

Faço a farra no meu ermitério

Anticómico e antisério

 

Ortografia não é literatura

Mas endireita a criança mais dura

A matemática sou eu que faço

Antideus e antiespaço

 

Não acredito em mentiras

Eu nunca vi maravilhas

Quando morrer e for queimado

Ainda vou ser o antifado

 

Tás estúpido ou quê?

O teu cinismo nunca foi tão demodê

Eloquência para quê?

O pessimismo nunca foi tão demodê

 

Tás estúpido ou quê?

O teu cinismo nunca foi tão demodê

Eloquência para quê?

O pessimismo nunca foi tão demodê

 

Tás estúpido?

Tás estúpido ou quê?

Tás estúpido?

Tás estúpido ou quê?

• B Fachada
  

“Como um sonho acordado” (Fausto), com Adolfo Luxúria Canibal

Como se a Terra corresse
Inteirinha atrás de mim
O medo ronda-me os sentidos
Por abaixo da minha pele
Ao esgueirar-se viscoso
Escorre pegajoso
E sai
Pelos meus poros
Pelos meus ais
Ele penetra-me nos ossos
Ao derramar-se sedento
Nas entranhas sinuosas
Entre as vísceras mordendo
Salta e espalha-se no ar
Vai e volta
Delirante
Tão delirante
É como um sonho acordado
Esse vulto besuntado
A revolver-se no lodo
A deslizar de uma larva
Emergindo lá no fundo
Tenho medo ó medo
Leva tudo é tudo teu
Mas deixa-me ir

Arrasta-me à côncava do fundo
Do grande lago da noite
Cruzando as grades de fogo
Entre o Céu e o Inferno
Até à boca escancarada
Esfaimada
Atrás de mim
Atrás de mim
É como um sonho acordado
Esses olhos no escuro
Das carpideiras viúvas
Pelo pai assassinado
Desventrado por seu filho
Que possuiu lascivo
A sua própria mãe
E sua amante

Meu amor quando eu morrer
Ó linda
Veste a mais garrida saia
Se eu vou morrer no mar alto
Ó linda
E eu quero ver-te na praia
Mas afasta-me essas vozes
Linda

Tens medo dos vivos
E dos mortos decepados
Pelos pés e pelas mãos
E p'lo pescoço e pelos peitos
Até ao fio do lombo
Como te tremem as carnes
Fernão Mendes

Yes I said my name is Lee

''Yes I said my name is Lee

I murdered little Sadie in a first degree''


Little Sadie

Mark Lanegan

Flatlands | Mark Lanegan

I want flatlands
I never cared about money and all its friends
I want flatlands

I want flatlands
I don't want precious stones
I never cared about anything you've ever owned

I want flatlands
I want simplicity
I need your arms wrapped hard around me

I want open plains and scattered trees
I want flower fields
I want salty seas

I want flatlands
Soft and steady breeze
Bringing scents of lined-up orchard trees
Dripping heavy with pears and dancing leaves
I want flatlands
Will you go there with me?

When it's said in the dark and you know it's always there
When it's dead in your heart but your mind is unafraid
When it's said in the dark and you know it's never coming back
When it's there in your heart in your mind you set it free

Canção de Mark Lanegan, 2013

Soneto da separação

Soneto da separação

Canção de António Carlos Jobim e Elis Regina

De repente do riso, fez-se o pranto
Silencioso e branco, como a bruma
E das bocas unidas, fez-se a espuma
E das mãos espalmadas, fez-se o espanto
De repente da calma, fez-se o vento
E dos olhos desfez a última chama
E da paixao, fez-se o pressentimento
E do momento imóvel, fez-se o drama

De repente, não mais que de repente
Fez-se de triste, o que se fez amante
E de sozinho, que se fez contente
Fez-se do amigo próximo, distante
Fez-se Davi duma aventura errante
De repente, não mais que de repente

Compositores: Marcus Vinicius Da Cruz De Mello Moraes / Antonio Carlos Brasileiro De Almeida Jobim

Pulp - Tina

Tina

Pulp

Tina

Saw her this morning on the train

She's playing games

Sometimes she changes the colour of her hair

Or her skin

Does she still wear the T-shirt

With the horizontal stripes?

The one she wore

The night I almost spoke to her

Tina's always attentive to my needs

We're really good together

'Cause we never meet

Tina

Yes. Tonight I have been thinking about

Tina

Tina

Do you remember walking past me in the snow?

14 years ago

Or on the escalator last Saturday

You were wearing rainbow gloves

With matching socks

What a display

Of everyday sexuality

Although we've never spoken

Or exchanged e-mails

We got a strong connection

It just can't fail

Tina

Tina

Yes. Tonight I have been thinking about

Scenes from a marriage that never took place

Although I did once buy a ring

Yeah

Tina

There's tantalising and teasing

And I forgot what I was going to say to you

Oh, oh

Oh Tina

What are you like?

Tina

There is no alternative

But I got to live (You know)

And I ain't living on my own, oh, no

All those places we never met

Near misses

Your lipstick on my coffee cup

Screwing in a charity shop

On top of black bin bags

Full of donations

The smell of digestive biscuits in the air

Welcome back to Dreamland

We all know your name

T-I-N-A, still reads her book on the train

Tina

Tina

Tina

Well, tonight I have been thinking about

Tina

Atrás da porta | Canção de Elis Regina ‧ 1972

Quando olhaste bem nos olhos meus
E o teu olhar era de adeus
Juro que não acreditei
Eu te estranhei, me debrucei
Sobre o teu corpo e duvidei
E me arrastei e te arranhei
E me agarrei nos teus cabelos
No teu peito, teu pijama
Nos teus pés, ao pé da cama

Sem carinho, sem coberta
No tapete atrás da porta
Reclamei baixinho
Dei pra maldizer o nosso lar
Pra sujar teu nome, te humilhar
E me vingar a qualquer preço
Te adorando pelo avesso
Pra mostrar que ainda sou tua
Até provar que ainda sou tua

Compositores: Francis Victor Walter Hime / Francisco Buarque De Hollanda

Let It Bleed

Well, we all need someone we can lean on
And if you want it, you can lean on me
Yeah, we all need someone we can lean on
And if you want it, you can lean on me

She said, my breasts, they will always be open
Baby, you can rest your weary head right on me
And there will always be a space in my parking lot
When you need a little coke and sympathy

Yeah we all need someone we can dream on
And if you want it baby, you can dream on me
Yeah, we all need someone we can cream on
Yeah and if you want to, you can cream on me

I was dreaming of a steel guitar engagement
When you drunk my health in scented jasmine tea
But you knifed me in my dirty filthy basement
With that jaded, faded, junky nurse oh what pleasant company, ha

Though, we all need someone we can feel on
Yeah and if you want it, you can feel on me, hey
Take my arm, take my leg
Oh baby don't you take my head
Hoo

Yeah, we all need someone we can bleed on
Yeah but if you want it, well you can bleed on me
Yeah, we all need someone we can bleed on
Yeah yeah and if you want it baby why don't ya
You can bleed on me
All over, hoo

Ah, get it on rider, hoo
Get it on rider
Get it on rider
You can bleed all over me, yeah
Get it on rider, hoo
Get it on rider, yeah
You can cream all over, you can come all over me, ah
Get it on rider ey
Let it out rider
Let it out rider
You can come all over me

Get it on rider
You can come all over me, yeah

Get it on rider

Dia Útil

Você diz que me quer de dia útil,

Inútil me sinto quando estou só.

Perdoa amor meu jeito fútil,

Tristeza é um dom pra quem sabe chorar.

Em seu frenesi, não há espaço pra dúvida,

Meu jeito criança lhe criou rugas.

Quis escrever a letra mais vanguardista,

Pra tentar esconder meu amor ordinário.

Os seus beijos me fazem pensar que você não vai,

Mas seu toque me mostra, que você já foi, até mais.

Fausto - Atrás dos tempos outros tempos vêm

Eu pego na minha viola
e canto assim esta vida a correr
eu sei que é pouco e não consola
nem cozido à portuguesa há sequer
quem canta sempre se levanta
calados é que podemos cair
com vinho molha-se a garganta
se a lua nova está para subir
que atrás dos tempos vêm tempos
e outros tempos hão-de vir

Eu sei de histórias verdadeiras
umas belas outras tristes de assombrar
do marinheiro morto em terra
em luta por melhor vida no mar
da velha criada despedida
que enlouqueceu e se pôs a cantar
e do trapeiro da avenida
mal dormido se pôs a ouvir

que atrás dos tempos vêm tempos
e outros tempos hão-de vir

Sei vitórias e derrotas
nesta luta que vamos vencer
se quem trabalha não se esgota
tem seu salário sempre a descer
olha o polícia olha o talher
olha o preço da vida a subir
mas quem mal faz por mal espere
o tirano fez janela p´ra fugir

que atrás dos tempos vêm tempos
e outros tempos hão-de vir

Mas esse tempo que há-de vir
não se espera como a noite espera o dia
nasce da força de braços e pernas em harmonia
já basta tanta desgraça
que a gente tem no peito a cair
não é do povo nem da raça
mas do modo como vês o porvir

How Do You Sleep?

So Sgt. Pepper took you by surprise
You better see right through that mother's eye
Those freaks was right when they said you was dead
The one mistake you made was in your head

Oh, how do you sleep
Oh, how do you sleep at night

You live with straights who tell you, you was king
Jump when your momma tell you anything
The only thing you done was yesterday
And since you're gone you're just another day

Oh, how do you sleep
Oh, how do you sleep at night

Oh, how do you sleep
Oh, how do you sleep at night

A pretty face may last a year or two
But pretty soon they'll see what you can do
The sound you make is muzak to my ears
You must have learned something in all those years

Oh, how do you sleep
Oh, how do you sleep at night

Bom Dia Tristeza

Bom dia, tristeza
Que tarde, tristeza
Você veio hoje me ver
Já estava ficando até meio triste
De estar tanto tempo longe de você

Se chegue, tristeza
Se sente comigo
Aqui nesta mesa de bar
Beba do meu copo
Me dê o seu ombro
Que é para eu chorar
Chorar de tristeza
Tristeza de amar

Compositores: Vinicius De Moraes / Joao Rubinato

Father John Misty - The Ideal Husband

Julian, he's gonna take my files

Every woman that I've slept with
Every friendship I've neglected
Didn't call when grandma died
I spend my money getting drunk and high

I've done things unprotected
Proceeded to drive home wasted
Bought things to win over siblings
I've said awful things, such awful things

And now, now it's out
And now, now it's out

Julian, he's gonna take my files

Telling people jokes to shut them up
Resenting people that I love
Sleep in 'til two then doin' shit
Just stay in bed and later lie 'bout it

Obsessing over graying hair
Knowing just what people wanna hear
Binging on unearned attention
I've said awful things, such awful things

And now, now it's out
And now, now it's out

I came by at seven in the morning
Seven in the morning, seven in the morning
I came by at seven in the morning
I said, "Baby, I'm finally succumbing!"

Said something dumb like, "I'm tired of running
Tired of running, tired of running!"
Let's put a baby in the oven
Wouldn't I make the ideal husband?

Father John Misty - She Cleans Up

I had a vision that Mary of Magdalene
Saw the future that awaits us just before Good Friday eve
Figured the wages of salvation were a little too steep
Said no one's fucking with my baby
Lord, and got armed to the teeth

Cleaning up
Cleaning up
Clean up
She cleans up

What is the one about the female alien
Scarlett drives the Scottish countryside inside of a white van
Oh, I dreamt about it last night, and it did my whole day in
Undid something man, I'm never gonna touch that shit again

Cleaning up
Clеaning up
She cleans up
Cleaning up

I know just how this thing еnds
Hallelujah, women, they got me confused with him, oh no
I get just how this thing ends
Hallelujah, baby, I know who butters my bread

"When was the accident?", well, I presume you mean
The condition of the silk kimono that didn't come cheap
Now, did you sit down in a crime scene?
Just don't look between your knees
Man, it's certainly a look, did she at least get the movie?

Cleaning up
Cleaning up
She cleans up
Cleaning up

Use your discretion, so I don't have to use mine
I spent a hundred bucks on gas, baby, let's just have a good time
How do you atone for your son now the rabbit's got the gun?
She ain't joining you for dinner, been on the menu too long

Cleaning up
Cleaning up
She cleans up
Cleaning up

I know just how this thing ends
Hallelujah, guess we gave the karmic wheel a spin, oh yeah
I know just how this thing ends
The aggrieved becomes aggressor and we do it all again

Take it from a demon who can say I've never said
Take it from a demon that the devil don't protect his friends
Take it from a demon, he'll never work in this town again
Take it from a demon, he'll make sure an angel goes down next

I know just how this thing ends
The misogynist's daughter made him rethink what he said
I know just how this thing ends
She has trouble reconciling pops with the things that she read

I know just how this thing ends
Hundred billion babies born every millennium, oh no
I know just how this thing ends
Man, I hope nobody messes with the wrong rejected men, oh

I know just how this thing ends
Sure your politics are perfect with the gun against your head
I know just how this thing ends
It's a good thing God gave us someone on whom we can depend to
Clean up