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sábado, 16 de dezembro de 2023

quarta-feira, 6 de dezembro de 2023

1827 - Die Winterreise (Viagem de Inverno) - Schubert

Nick Cave and The Bad Seeds - Hollywood


The fires continued through the night
The kid with a bat face appeared at the window
Then disappeared into the headlights

I was halfway to the Pacific Coast
I had left you in your longing
In your yearning like a ghost

There is little room for wonder, now
And little room for wildness too
We crawl into our wounds
I’m nearly all the way to Malibu

I’m gonna buy me a house up in the hills
With a tear-shaped pool and a gun that kills
Cause they say there is a cougar that roams these parts
With a terrible engine of wrath for a heart
That she is white and rare and full of all kinds of harm
And stalks the perimeter all day long
But at night lays trembling in my arms

And I’m just waiting now for my time to come
And I’m just waiting now for my time to come
And I’m just waiting now for my place in the sun
And I’m just waiting now for peace to come

And I’m just waiting now for my time to come
And I’m just waiting now for my time to come
And we hide in our wounds
And I’m nearly all the way to Malibu
And I know my time will come one day soon
I’m waiting for peace to come
I’m nearly all the way to Malibu
Oh babe, we’re on the run, we’re on the run
Half down the Pacific Coast
Well I left you sleeping like a ghost
In your wounds

Darling your dreams are your greatest part
I carry them with me in my heart
Darling your dreams were your greatest part
I carry them with me in my heart
Somewhere, don’t know

Now I’m standing on the shore
All the animals roam the beaches
And sea creatures rise out of the sea.
And I’m standing on the shore
Everyone begins to run
The kid drops his bucket and spade
And climbs into the sun

****

Kisa had a baby but the baby died
Goes to the villagers says my baby’s sick
Villagers shake their heads and say to her
Better bury your baby in the forest quick

It’s a long way to find peace of mind, peace of mind
It’s a long way to find peace of mind, peace of mind

Kisa went to the mountain and asked the Buddha
My baby’s sick! Buddha said, don’t cry
Go to each house and collect a mustard seed
But only from a house where no one’s died

Kisa went to each house in the village
My baby’s getting sicker, poor Kisa cried
But Kisa never collected one mustard seed
Because in every house someone had died

Kisa sat down in the old village square
She hugged her baby and  cried and cried
She said everybody is always losing somebody
Then walked into the forest and buried her child

Everybody’s losing someone
Everybody’s losing someone
It’s a long way to find peace of mind, peace of mind
It’s a long way to find peace of mind, peace of mind
And I’m just waiting now for my time to come
And I’m just waiting now for peace to come
For peace to come

Bob Dylan - Murder Most Foul


Twas a dark day in Dallas, November '63A day that will live on in infamyPresident Kennedy was a-ridin' highGood day to be livin' and a good day to dieBeing led to the slaughter like a sacrificial lambHe said, "Wait a minute, boys, you know who I am?""Of course we do, we know who you are"Then they blew off his head while he was still in the carShot down like a dog in broad daylightWas a matter of timing and the timing was rightYou got unpaid debts, we've come to collectWe're gonna kill you with hatred, without any respectWe'll mock you and shock you and we'll put it in your faceWe've already got someone here to take your placeThe day they blew out the brains of the kingThousands were watchin', no one saw a thingIt happened so quickly, so quick, by surpriseRight there in front of everyone's eyesGreatest magic trick ever under the sunPerfectly executed, skillfully doneWolfman, oh Wolfman, oh Wolfman, howlRub-a-dub-dub, it's a murder most foul
Hush, little children, you'll understandThe Beatles are comin', they're gonna hold your handSlide down the banister, go get your coatFerry 'cross the Mersey and go for the throatThere's three bums comin' all dressed in ragsPick up the pieces and lower the flagsI'm goin' to Woodstock, it's the Aquarian AgeThen I'll go to Altamont and sit near the stagePut your head out the window, let the good times rollThere's a party goin' on behind the Grassy KnollStack up the bricks, pour the cementDon't say Dallas don't love you, Mr. PresidentPut your foot in the tank and step on the gasTry to make it to the triple underpassBlackface singer, whiteface clownBetter not show your faces after the sun goes downI'm in the red-light district, like a cop on the beatLivin' in a nightmare on Elm StreetWhen you're down in Deep Ellum, put your money in your shoeDon't ask what your country can do for youCash on the barrelhead, money to burnDealey Plaza, make a left-hand turnI'm goin' down to the crossroads, gonna flag a rideThe place where faith, hope, and charity diedShoot him while he runs, boy, shoot him while you canSee if you can shoot the invisible manGoodbye, Charlie, goodbye, Uncle SamFrankly, Miss Scarlet, I don't give a damnWhat is the truth, and where did it go?Ask Oswald and Ruby, they oughta know"Shut your mouth, " said the wise old owlBusiness is business, and it's a murder most foul
Tommy, can you hear me? I'm the Acid QueenI'm riding in a long, black Lincoln limousineRiding in the backseat next to my wifeHeading straight on in to the afterlifeI'm leaning to the left, I got my head in her lapHold on, I've been led into some kind of a trapWhere we ask no quarter, and no quarter do we giveWe're right down the street from the street where you liveThey mutilated his body and they took out his brainWhat more could they do? They piled on the painBut his soul's not there where it was supposed to be atFor the last fifty years they've been searchin' for thatFreedom, oh freedom, freedom over meI hate to tell you, mister, but only dead men are freeSend me some lovin', tell me no liesThrow the gun in the gutter and walk on byWake up, little Suzie, let's go for a driveCross the Trinity River, let's keep hope aliveTurn the radio on, don't touch the dialsParkland hospital, only six more milesYou got me dizzy, Miss Lizzy, you filled me with leadThat magic bullet of yours has gone to my headI'm just a patsy like Patsy ClineNever shot anyone from in front or behindGot blood in my eye, got blood in my earI'm never gonna make it to the new frontierZapruder's film, I've seen that beforeSeen it thirty-three times, maybe moreIt's vile and deceitful, it's cruel and it's meanUgliest thing that you ever have seenThey killed him once and they killed him twiceKilled him like a human sacrificeThe day that they killed him, someone said to me, "SonThe age of the Antichrist has just only begun"Air Force One comin' in through the gateJohnson sworn in at 2:38Let me know when you decide to throw in the towelIt is what it is, and it's murder most foul
What's new, pussycat? What'd I say?I said the soul of a nation been torn awayAnd it's beginning to go into a slow decayAnd that it's thirty-six hours past Judgment DayWolfman Jack, he's speaking in tonguesHe's going on and on at the top of his lungsPlay me a song, Mr. Wolfman JackPlay it for me in my long CadillacPlay me that, "Only The Good Die Young"Take me to the place Tom Dooley was hungPlay, "St. James Infirmary" and, "The Port of King James"If you want to remember, you better write down the namesPlay Etta James, too, play "I'd Rather Go Blind"Play it for the man with the telepathic mindPlay John Lee Hooker, play "Scratch My Back"Play it for that strip club owner named JackGuitar Slim going down slowPlay it for me and for Marilyn Monroe
Play, "Please Don't Let Me Be Misunderstood"Play it for the First Lady, she ain't feeling any goodPlay Don Henley, play Glenn FreyTake it to the limit and let it go byPlay it for Carl Wilson, tooLooking far, far away down Gower AvenuePlay, "Tragedy" play, "Twilight Time"Take me back to Tulsa to the scene of the crimePlay another one and, "Another One Bites the Dust"Play, "The Old Rugged Cross" and, "In God We Trust"Ride the pink horse down that long, lonesome roadStand there and wait for his head to explodePlay, "Mystery Train" for Mr. MysteryThe man who fell down dead like a rootless treePlay it for the Reverend, play it for the PastorPlay it for the dog that got no masterPlay Oscar Peterson, play Stan GetzPlay, "Blue Sky", play Dickey BettsPlay Hot Pepper, Thelonious MonkCharlie Parker and all that junkAll that junk and, "All That Jazz"Play something for the Birdman of AlcatrazPlay Buster Keaton, play Harold LloydPlay Bugsy Siegel, play Pretty Boy FloydPlay the numbers , play the oddsPlay, "Cry Me A River" for the Lord of the godsPlay Number Nine, play Number SixPlay it for Lindsey and Stevie NicksPlay Nat King Cole, play, "Nature Boy"Play, "Down In The Boondocks" for Terry MalloyPlay, "It Happened One Night" and, "One Night of Sin"There's twelve million souls that are listening inPlay, "Merchant to Venice" play, "Merchants of Death"Play, "Stella by Starlight" for Lady Macbeth
Don't worry, Mr. President, help's on the wayYour brothers are coming, there'll be hell to payBrothers? What brothers? What's this about hell?Tell them, "We're waiting, keep coming"We'll get them as wellLove Field is where his plane touched downBut it never did get back up off the groundWas a hard act to follow, second to noneThey killed him on the altar of the rising sunPlay, "Misty" for me and, "That Old Devil Moon"Play, "Anything Goes" and, "Memphis in June"Play, "Lonely At the Top" and, "Lonely Are the Brave"Play it for Houdini spinning around his gravePlay Jelly Roll Morton, play, "Lucille"Play, "Deep In a Dream" and play "Driving Wheel"Play, "Moonlight Sonata" in F-sharpAnd, "A Key To The Highway" for the king of the harpPlay, "Marching Through Georgia" and, "Dumbaroton's Drums"Play, "Darkness" and death will come when it comesPlay, "Love Me Or Leave Me" by the great Bud PowellPlay, "The Blood-stained Banner" play, "Murder Most Foul"
Compositores: Bob Dylan

God Is An Astronaut - Fragile

domingo, 3 de dezembro de 2023

Mitski - Heaven


All of our love filling all of our roomYour low warm voice cursesAs you find the string to strike within meThat rings out a note heard in heaven
Heaven, heavenOoh-ooh-ooh-oohOoh-ooh-ooh-oohOoh-ooh-ooh-oohOoh-ooh-ooh-ooh
Now I bend like a willow thinking of youLike a murmuring brook curving about youAs I sip on the rest of the coffee you leftA kiss left of you
Heaven, heaven, heavenOoh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-oohOoh-ooh-ooh-oohOoh-ooh-ooh-oohOoh-ooh-ooh-ooh
Hear the storm dances outsideSomething set free is running through the nightAnd the dark awaits us all around the cornerBut here, in our place we have for the dayCan we stay a while and listen for heaven?Heaven
Ooh-ooh-ooh-oohOoh-ooh-ooh-oohOoh-ooh-ooh-oohOoh-ooh-ooh-ooh

Compositores: Mitsuki Laycock

Pulp - Something Changed


I wrote the song two hours before we metI didn't know your name or what you looked like yetOh, I could have stayed at home and gone to bedI could have gone to see a film insteadYou might have changed your mind and seen your friendsLife could have been very different but thenSomething changed
Do you believe that there's someone up above?And does he have a timetable directing acts of love?Why did I write this song on that one day?Why did you touch my hand and softly say"Stop asking questions that don't matter anywayJust give us a kiss to celebrate here today"Something changed
When we woke up that morning we had no way of knowingThat in a matter of hours we'd change the way we were goingWhere would I be now, where would I be now if we'd never met?Would I be singing this song to someone else instead?I don't know but like you just saidSomething changed
Compositores: Candida Doyle / Jarvis Branson Cocker / Mark Andrew Webber / Nick Banks / Russell Senior / Stephen Patrick Mackey

Romance nº 1

domingo, 26 de novembro de 2023

Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds - Hiding All Away



You went looking for me, dear,
Down by the sea
You found some little silver fish
But you didn’t find me
I was hiding, dear, hiding all away
I was hiding, dear, hiding all away

You went to the museum
You climbed a spiral stair
You searched for me all among
The knowledgeable air
I was hidden, babe, hiding all away
I was hidden, dear, hiding all away

You entered the cathedral
When you heard the solemn knell
I was not sitting with the gargoyles
I was not swinging from the bell
I was hiding, dear, I was hiding all away
I was hiding, dear, I was hiding all away

You asked an electrician
If he’d seen me round his place
He touched you with his fingers
Sent sparks zapping out your face
I was hidden, dear, hiding all away
I was not there, dear, hiding all away

You went and asked your doctor
To get some advice
He shot you full of Pethidine
And then he billed you twice
But I was hiding, dear, hiding all away
But I was hiding, dear, hiding all away

You approached a high court judge
You thought he’d be on the level
He wrapped a rag around your face
And beat you with his gavel
I was hiding, babe, hiding all away
I was hidden, dear, hiding all away

You asked at the local constabulary
They said, he’s up to his same old tricks
They leered at you with their baby blues
And rubbed jelly on their sticks
I had to get out of there, babe, hiding all away
I had to get out of there, dear, hiding all away

You searched through all my poets
From Sappho through to Auden
I saw the book fall from your hands
As you slowly died of boredom
I had been there, dear,
but I was not there anymore
I had been there, now I’m hiding all way

You walked into the hall of fame
And approached my imitators
Some were stuffing their faces with caviar
Some were eating cold potatoes
I was hiding, dear, hiding all away
I was hiding, dear, hiding all away

You asked a famous cook if he’d seen me
He opened his oven wide
He basted you with butter, babe
And made you crawl inside
I was not in there, dear, hiding all away
I was not in there, dear, hiding all away

quarta-feira, 22 de novembro de 2023

Se Nos Rompió El Amor — Rosalía


Se nos rompió el amorde tanto usarlode tanto loco abrazosin medidasde darnos por completoa cada pasose nos quedo en las manosun buen dia
Se nos rompió el amorde tan grandiosojamas pudo existirtanta bellezalas cosas tan hermosasduran poco
Jamas duró una flordos primaverasme alimenté de tipor mucho tiemponos devoramos vivoscomo fieras
Jamas pensamos nunca en el inviernopero el invierno llegaaunque no quieray una mañana grisal abrazarnossentimos un crujidofrio y secocerramos nuestros ojos y pensamos
Se nos rompió el amorde tanto usarlo.

Compositores: Manuel Álvarez-Beigbeder Pérez / María Alejandra Álvarez-Beigbeder Casas

domingo, 12 de novembro de 2023

quarta-feira, 1 de novembro de 2023

quarta-feira, 6 de setembro de 2023

The Rolling Stones - Angry


[Intro]
One, two
One, two, three, go


[Verse 1]
Don't get angry with me
I never caused you no pain
I won't be angry with you
But I can't see straight (Yeah)
It hasn't rained in a month, the river's run dry
We haven't made love and I wanna know why
Why you angry with me?
Why you angry?

[Chorus]
Please just forget about me
Cancel out my name
Please never write to me
I love you just the same
I hear a melody ringing in my brain
Just keep the memories
Don't have to be ashamed

[Verse 2]
Don't get angry with me
I'm in a dеsperate state
I'm not angry with you
Don't you spit in my facе
The wolf's at the door with the teeth and the claws
My mouth's getting sore, I can't take anymore
Ah, why you angry with me?
Why you angry?
Voices keep echoing
Calling out my name
Hear the rain keep beating
On my window pane
I hear a melody ringing in my brain
You can keep the memories
Don't have to be ashamed

[Refrain]
Don't get angry with me

[Outro]
(Angry, angry)
Yeah, yeah (Angry, don't be angry with me)
If we go separate ways
(Angry) Yeah, don't be angry with me
Let's go out in a blaze
(Angry, don't be angry with me) Yeah
Don't you spit in my face
(Angry) Oh
Don't be angry with me
Don't get, don't get
(Angry, don't be angry with me)
I'm still taking the pills and I'm off to Brazil
(Angry, don't be angry with me)
Please, don't be angry with me (Angry, don't be angry with me)
Come on
Don't, don't, don't, not (Angry, don't be angry with me)
Not, not, not, not, not, not, not

domingo, 3 de setembro de 2023

sábado, 19 de agosto de 2023

sábado, 10 de junho de 2023

domingo, 28 de maio de 2023

Astrud Gilberto - A Felicidade

Tristeza não tem fim
Felicidade sim...

A felicidade é como a pluma
Que o vento vai levando pelo ar
Voa tão leve
Mas tem a vida breve
Precisa que haja vento sem parar.

A felicidade do pobre parece
A grande ilusão do carnaval
A gente trabalha o ano inteiro
Por um momento de sonho
Pra fazer a fantasia
De rei, ou de pirata, ou jardineira
E tudo se acabar na quarta-feira.

Tristeza não tem fim
Felicidade sim...

A felicidade é como a gota
De orvalho numa pétala de flor
Brilha tranquila
Depois de leve oscila
E cai como uma lágrima de amor.

A minha felicidade está sonhando
Nos olhos de minha namorada
É como esta noite
Passando, passando
Em busca da madrugada
Falem baixo por favor...
Pra que ela acorde alegre como o dia
Oferecendo beijos de amor.

Tristeza não tem fim
Felicidade sim...


quinta-feira, 25 de maio de 2023

terça-feira, 23 de maio de 2023

domingo, 21 de maio de 2023

Ana Lua Caiano - Se Dançar É Só Depois


Se dançar é só depois Para já, já estou morta Morta para ir dormir Dormir p’ra amanhã voltar Voltar a acordar Com ideias mal cozidas Mal cozidas p’ra empratar Numa folha de papel Ai, ai, ai eu Acordei feita num oito Dormi com os pés no chão Para ser mais fácil levantar Ai, ai, ai eu Nunca cortes meus delírios Quero esquecer minha farda P’ra não ir mais trabalhar Ai, meu amor, Quando nós vivermos juntos Ai, meu amor, Quando o quarto for p’ra dois Ai, espera-me à noite, amor, Espera-me à noite De dia nunca tenho Tempo p’ra dançar E se dançar tem que ser Devagarinho E se dançar tem que ser Bem devagar Ai, porque o meu corpo, amor, E o teu corpo Nossos corpos Já só sabem maquinar Se dançar é só depois Para já, já estou morta Morta para ir dormir Dormir p’ra amanhã voltar Voltar a acordar Com ideias mal cozidas Mal cozidas p’ra empratar Numa folha de papel Ai, ai, ai eu Ai, a sorte não me encontra Pensa que já estou morta Guarda meu ouro p’ra outro Ai, ai, ai eu Os meus pés acordam frios Minhas mãos a encolher A sorte não dá de comer Ai, meu amor, Se conseguirmos viver juntos Ai, meu amor, Se o meu quarto aumentar Ai, espera-me à noite, amor, Espera-me à noite Continuo sem ter Tempo p’ra dançar Se dançar é só depois Para já, já estou morta Morta para ir dormir Dormir p’ra amanhã voltar Voltar a acordar Com ideias mal cozidas Mal cozidas p’ra empratar Numa folha de papel Ai, ai, ai eu Acordei feita num oito Dormi com os pés no chão P’ra ser mais fácil levantar Ai, ai, ai eu Nunca cortes meus delírios Quero esquecer minha farda P’ra não ir mais trabalhar Ai, ai, ai eu Acordei feita num oito Dormi com os pés no chão P’ra ser mais fácil levantar Ai, ai, ai eu Nunca cortes meus delírios Quero esquecer minha farda Quero ir mas é dançar
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