Tuesday, June 28, 2005

James Taylor


Nem toda a gente sabe disto, mas You've Got A Friend não foi escrita por James Taylor. Foi Carole King quem, em 1971, compôs uma canção que se viria a tornar uma das mais tocadas de sempre nas rádios de todo o mundo. Quem nunca dançou You've Got A Friend, ou sussurrou a letra da canção ao ouvido de alguém, que atire a primeira pedra.

When you're down and troubled
And you need a helping hand
And nothing, whoa nothing is going right.
Close your eyes and think of me
And soon I will be there
To brighten up even your darkest nights.

You just call out my name,
And you know whereever I am
I’ll come running, oh yeah baby
To see you again.
Winter, spring, summer, or fall,
All you have to do is call
And I’ll be there, yeah, yeah, yeah.
You’ve got a friend.

If the sky above you
Should turn dark and full of clouds
And that old north wind should begin to blow
Keep your head together and call my name out loud
And soon I will be knocking upon your door.
You just call out my name and you know where ever I am
I’ll come running to see you again.
Winter, spring, summer or fall
All you got to do is call
And I’ll be there, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Hey, ain’t it good to know that you’ve got a friend?
People can be so cold.
They’ll hurt you and desert you.
Well they’ll take your soul if you let them.
Oh yeah, but don’t you let them.

You just call out my name and you know wherever I am
I’ll come running to see you again.
Oh babe, don’t you know that,
Winter spring summer or fall,
Hey now, all you’ve got to do is call.
Lord, I’ll be there, yes I will.
You’ve got a friend.
You’ve got a friend.
Ain’t it good to know you’ve got a friend.
Ain’t it good to know you’ve got a friend.
You’ve got a friend.

Chico César

Em versão acústica, igualzinha à que apresentou na digressão portuguesa no último Inverno. Mamã África. Deve ser legal ser negão no Senegal.


Mama África (a minha mãe), é mãe solteira
E tem que fazer mamadeira todo o dia
Além de trabalhar
Como empacotadeira nas Casas Bahia.

Mama África, tem tanto o que fazer
Além de cuidar de neném
Além de fazer denguim

Filhinho tem que entender
Mama África vai e vem, mas não se afasta de você
Quando Mama sai de casa, seus filhos de olodunzam
Rola o maior jazz
Mama tem calo nos pés, mama precisa de paz.

Mama não quer brincar mais
Filhinho dá um tempo
É tanto contratempo
No ritmo de vida de mama.

Lambchop

Mais Lambchop. Is a woman, do álbum com o mesmo nome. Sarcasmo, ironia e muita atitude.

Monday, June 27, 2005

Caetano

Fina Estampa, ao vivo. Em castelhano. Lindo.



Dicen que la distancia es el olvido
pero yo no concibo esa razón
porque yo seguiré siendo el cautivo
de los caprichos de tu corazón.

Supiste esclarecer mis pensamientos,
me diste la verdad que yo soñé,
ahuyentaste de mí los sufrimientos
en la primera noche que te amé.

Hoy mi playa se viste de amargura
porque tu barca tiene que partir
a cruzar otros mares de locura
cuida que no naufrague tu vivir.

Cuando la luz del sol se esté apagando
y te sientas cansada de vagar,
piensa que yo por ti estaré esperando
hasta que tú decidas regresar.
_________________________

Khaled

O rei da Rai. Noites escaldantes. Didi.

Oasis

Stand by me. Às vezes sabe bem. Em espcial nestas suaves noites de Verão.



Made a meal and threw it up on Sunday I've
Gotta lot of things to learn
Said I would and I'll be leaving one day
Before my heart starts to burn
(bridge)
So what's the matter with you?
Sing me something new...don't you know
The cold and wind and rain don't know
They only seem to come and go away

Times are hard when things have got no meaning
I've found a key upon the floor
Maybe you and I will not believe in the things we find
Behind the door

(bridge)
So what's the matter with you?
Sing me something new...don't you know
The cold and wind and rain don't know
They only seem to come and go away

(chorus)
Stand by me, nobody knows the way it's gonna be
Stand by me, nobody knows the way it's gonna be
Stand by me, nobody knows the way it's gonna be
Stand by me, nobody knows
Yeah, nobody knows the way it's gonna be

If you're leaving will you take me with you
I'm tired of talking on my phone
There is one thing I can never give you
My heart will never be your home

(bridge)
So what's the matter with you?
Sing me something new...don't you know
The cold and wind and rain don't know
They only seem to come and go away

(chorus)
Stand by me, nobody knows the way it's gonna be
Stand by me, nobody knows the way it's gonna be
Stand by me, nobody knows the way it's gonna be
Stand by me, nobody knows
Yeah, nobody knows the way it's gonna be
The way it's gonna be
Baby I can see, yeah

Don't you know
The cold and wind and rain don't know
They only seem to come and go away

(chorus)
Stand by me, nobody knows the way it's gonna be
Stand by me, nobody knows the way it's gonna be
Stand by me, nobody knows the way it's gonna be
Stand by me, nobody knows
Yeah, nobody knows the way it's gonna be

Hendrix

Jimi Hendrix a tocar The Star Splangles Banner. Histórico.

Frank Zappa

Provavelmente, o maior guitarrista de sempre. E um dos meus ídolos.

Tom Zé

Músicas da loucura normal. Tom Zé. Xiquexique.


Eu vi o cego lendo a corda da viola
Cego com cego no duelo do sertão
Eu vi o cego dando nó cego na cobra
Vi cego preso na gaiola da visão
Pássaro preto voando pra muito longe
E a cabra cega enxergando a escuridão

Eu vi a lua na cacunda do cometa
Vi a zabumba e o fole a zabumbá
Eu vi o raio quando o céu todo corisca
E o triângulo engulindo faiscá
Vi a galáctea branca na galáctea preta
Eu vi o dia e a noite se encontrá

Eu vi o pai eu vi a mãe eu vi a filha
Vi a novilha que é filha da novilhá
Eu vi a réplica da réplica da bíblia
Na invenção dum cantador de ciençá
Vi o cordeiro de deus num ovo vazio
Fiquei com frio te pedi pra me esquentá

Eu vi a luz da luz do preto dos seus olhos
Quando o sertão num mar de flor esloreceu
Sol parabelo parabelo sobre a terra
Gente só morre para provar que viveu
Eu vi o não eu vi a bala matadeira
Eu vi o cão, fui nos óio e era eu

Susana Baca

Que linda é esta canção da peruana Susana Baca. Negra presuntuosa. Desfrutem.


Algo de mi se ha perdido
Entre tu casa y mi casa
Será el calor que no abrasa
No es de gozo
No es de ira
Como tampoco es mentira
Que algo de ti se ha escondido
Entre tu calle y mi alma
Será tal vez la esperanza
De un cariño adormecido
Yo sabré reír
Yo sabré llorar
Yo sabré entregarte mi cariño
Negra
Negra que te quiero
Goza
Negra presentuosa
Mira
Que me estoy muriendo
Dame
Vida de tu boca
Bota
Que me está pisando
Los talones de la libertad

Tom Waits

Bom dia com Tom Waits. Aposto que há piores maneiras de começar o dia. Blue Valentines.


She sends me blue valentines
All the way from Philadelphia
To mark the anniversary
Of someone that I used to be
And it feels just like theres
A warrant out for my arrest
Got me checkin in my rearview mirror
And I'm always on the run
Thats why I changed my name
And I didn't think you'd ever find me here

To send me blue valentines
Like half forgotten dreams
Like a pebble in my shoe
As I walk these streets
And the ghost of your memory
Is the thistle in the kiss
And the burgler that can break a roses neck
It's the tatooed broken promise
That I hide beneath my sleeve
And I see you every time I turn my back

She sends me blue valentines
Though I try to remain at large
They're insisting that our love
Must have a eulogy
Why do I save all of this madness
In the nightstand drawer
There to haunt upon my shoulders
Baby I know
I'd be luckier to walk around everywhere I go
With a blind and broken heart
That sleeps beneath my lapel

She sends me my blue valentines
To remind me of my cardinal sin
I can never wash the guilt
Or get these bloodstains off my hands
And it takes a lot of whiskey
To take this nightmares go away
And I cut my bleedin heart out every nite
And I die a little more on each St. Valentines day
Remember that I promised I would
Write you...
These blue valentines
blue valentines
blue valentines

Miles

Um pouquinho de jazz, para animar o dia. Tune Up.

(Foto de Adenor Gondim, para a série "Os Negros de Jean Genet" - São Salvador da Bahia, 1996)

No I don't have a gun

Sol, muito sol e um cheirinho bom a mimosas. A Primavera voltou. Apetece dar mais uma oportunidade à felicidade.

Come as you are, as you were,
As I want you to be
As a friend, as a friend, as an old enemy
Take your time, hurry up
The choice is your, don't be late
Take a rest as a friend as an old memorie.

Come dowsed in mud, soaked in bleach
As I want you to be
As a trend, as a friend, as an old memorie.

And I swear that I don't have a gun
No I don't have a gun

You may grow up to be a pig

Apeteceu-me. De repente tive saudades do velho Frank. Aqui com uma cançãozinha irónica. Would You Like To Swing On A Star? O original é de Bing Crosby, que a interpretava como se fosse um tema infantil Mas Frank dá-lhe a volta e de que maneira. Have fun!

Would you like to swing on a star
carry moonbeams home in a jar
and be better off than you are
or would you rather be a mule

A mule is an animal with long funny ears
he kicks up at anything he hears
His back is brawny but his brain is weak
he's just plain stupid with a stubborn streak
and by the way if you hate to go to school
You may grow up to be a mule

Oh would you like to swing on a star
carry moonbeams home in a jar
and be better off than you are
or would you rather be a pig

A pig is an animal with dirt on his face
his shoes are a terrible disgrace
He has no manners when he eats his food
He's fat and lazy and extremely rude
But if you don't care a feather or a fig
you may grow up to be a pig

Oh would you like to swing on a star
carry moonbeams home in a jar
and be better off than you are
or would you rather be a fish

A fish won't do anything but swim in a brook
he can't write his name or read a book
to fool the people is his only thought
and though he's slippery he still gets caught
but if then that sort of life is what you wish
you may grow up to be a fish
(music)
a new kind of jumped up slippery fish

And all the monkeys aren't in the zoo
everyday you see quite a few
so you see it's all up to you,
you could be better than you are
you could be swinging on a star

Verano Azul




Gajos com mais de 30 anos que não tenham estado apaixonados pela Bea devem começar a questionar a sua sexualidade. Tenho dito.

Don de Fluir


"Don de Fluir", de Jorge Drexler, aqui em dueto com Celso Fonseca. Suspeito que vai ser a minha canção do Verão. Uma pequena maravilha.


Los dos parlantes afuera,
la música en el balcón
cayendo por la vereda
en sonoro borbotón.
Alguien me acerca un trago,
alguien me quiere hablar,
yo sólo quiero que mires
mientras te miro girar.

Llevás el cabello suelto
y sandalias en los pies,
tu vestidito violeta
cabe todo en una nuez.
Alguien me hace preguntas,
alguien me ofrece fumar,
a todo digo que sí
con tal de verte bailar.

Sólo quiero verte bailar
sólo quiero verte bailar
quisiera verte girando, girando,
mirándome mirar.

Soy aquel tipo callado
con aires de intelectual
que te mira de costado
sólo por disimular.
"gracias, pero no, no bailo,
quizás la próxima vez,
tengo torpes las rodillas
y tú veloces los pies"

Sólo quiero verte bailar
sólo quiero verte bailar
quisiera verte girando, girando,
mirándome mirar.

Porque bailas,
como quien respira,
con un antiguo don de fluir...
Bailas,
y parece tan fácil
como dejar el corazón latir..

Los dos parlantes afuera,
la música en el balcón
cayendo por la vereda
en sonoro borbotón..
"Los músicos no bailamos,
ya habrás oído decir,
gracias de todos modos
y gracias por insistir".

Sólo quiero verte bailar
sólo quiero verte bailar
quisiera verte girando, girando,
mirándome mirar.

Porque bailas,
como quien respira,
con un antiguo don de fluir...