quarta-feira, 25 de novembro de 2009

O samba mandou me chamar

Samba de roda? Se você for a um, me avisa, please? Eu também vou querer ir. Só não vou se eu estiver com uma gripe chata como a do final de semana passado. Assim, infelizmente, não pude conferir pessoalmente o show da Mariene de Castro, cantora que começa a ganhar mais projeção nacional (não só deixei de ver o show dela como ainda perdi a apresentação do Ilê Ayê, saco...).
Uma das minhas irmãs esteve na Bahia no começo desse ano, viu o show da Mariene e ficou deslumbrada com o talento dessa moça de Salvador. Confere só, minha irmã tem razão:


ABRE CAMINHO
Diga a mãe que eu cheguei...
Cheguei, tô chegada
Esperei, bem esperado
Nessa minha caminhada
Sou água de cachoeira
Ninguém pode me amarrar
Piso firme na corrente,
que caminha para o mar
Em água de se perder
eu não me deixo levar
eu andei
Andei lá, andei lá, andei lá,
eu já sei
O caminho andei lá
Eu nasci e me criei
no colo das iabás
Andei por cima da pedras
Pisei no fogo sem me queimar
Andei onde mãe Clementina
andou,
E o samba mandou me chamar
Eu faço o que o samba manda
Eu ando onde o samba andar
Com a força da minha fé,
Eu ando em qualquer lugar
Na beira do mar
Andei lá no Gantois andei
No samba de Edith
andei lá no tororó
Andei no cortejo do Bonfim
andei, andei, andei lá
Na festa do Divino
Cantei pro menino, me Abençoar
Inda vou caminhar

quinta-feira, 29 de outubro de 2009

Eu over - parte 4

Se você for dar uma festa em casa, fica a dica:



Rich girls
The Virgins

We'll walk around
Pretending we're all grown up
Hey, rich girls!
Well, can you tell me why
You're so stuck up
and act like you're so down

I'll tell you everything I know,
any little thing I know. (x2)
What a lovely way with words,
Is that the way I see the world,
It's just the way I see the world
You got to know!
You got to know!

We'll walk around
Pretending we're all grown up
Hey, rich girls!
Well can you tell me why
You're so stuck up?
and act like you're so down

I'll tell you everything I know,
any little thing I know. (x2)
What a lovely way with words
Is that the way I see the world
It's just the way I see the world
You got to know!
You got to know!

I went down to your house last weekend and
You was like "Come on man,
You don't have to point out everything that's bad.
So there's a broken mirror on my bed,
I'll clean it up, so what?
You don't have to be such an asshole all the time, haha
Don't be like that, she said

Eu over - parte 3

Essa eu descobri recentemente, nem lembro como. Só sei que roubou meu coração. É para ouvir deitada na grama, com os olhos fechados.



My little corner of the world
Yo la tengo

Come along with me to my little corner of the world
Dream a little dream in my little corner of the world
You'll soon forget that there's any other place
Tonight, my love, we'll share a sweet embrace

And if you care to stay in my little corner of the world
We could hide away in my little corner of the world
I always knew that I'd find someone like you
So welcome to my little corner of the world

And if you care to stay in our little corner of the world
We could hide away in our little corner of the world
We always knew that we'd find someone like you
So welcome to our little corner of the world

Eu over - parte 2

Comprei um CD duplo com as canções de Leonard Cohen. O resultado é que estou viciada. Chego em casa, já ligo o som para ouvir Closing Time (fiquei surpresa com essa música, porque tem o tom de um bar country, mas tem toda a melancolia de Cohen) e, mais recentemente, First we take Manhattan (adoro o ar sombrio de alguns trechos misturados ao refrão dançante).
Detalhe: minha mãe também adorou. Quem diria?
:)

Closing time
(infelizmente, não consegui postar o video, mas eis o link:
http://tinyurl.com/6qp4gl )

Ah we're drinking and we're dancing
and the band is really happening
and the Johnny Walker wisdom running high
And my very sweet companion
she's the Angel of Compassion
she's rubbing half the world against her thigh
And every drinker every dancer
lifts a happy face to thank her
the fiddler fiddles something so sublime
all the women tear their blouses off
and the men they dance on the polka-dots
and it's partner found, it's partner lost
and it's hell to pay when the fiddler stops:
it's CLOSING TIME
Yeah the women tear their blouses off
and the men they dance on the polka-dots
and it's partner found, it's partner lost
and it's hell to pay when the fiddler stops:
it's CLOSING TIME

Ah we're lonely, we're romantic
and the cider's laced with acid
and the Holy Spirit's crying, "Where's the beef?"
And the moon is swimming naked
and the summer night is fragrant
with a mighty expectation of relief
So we struggle and we stagger
down the snakes and up the ladder
to the tower where the blessed hours chime
and I swear it happened just like this:
a sigh, a cry, a hungry kiss
the Gates of Love they budged an inch
I can't say much has happened since
but CLOSING TIME

I swear it happened just like this:
a sigh, a cry, a hungry kiss
the Gates of Love they budged an inch
I can't say much has happened since
CLOSING TIME

I loved you for your beauty
but that doesn't make a fool of me:
you were in it for your beauty too
and I loved you for your body
there's a voice that sounds like God to me
declaring, declaring, declaring that your body's really you
And I loved you when our love was blessed
and I love you now there's nothing left
but sorrow and a sense of overtime
and I missed you since the place got wrecked
And I just don't care what happens next
looks like freedom but it feels like death
it's something in between, I guess
it's CLOSING TIME

Yeah I missed you since the place got wrecked
By the winds of change and the weeds of sex
looks like freedom but it feels like death
it's something in between, I guess
it's CLOSING TIME

Yeah we're drinking and we're dancing
but there's nothing really happening
and the place is dead as Heaven on a Saturday night
And my very close companion
gets me fumbling gets me laughing
she's a hundred but she's wearing
something tight
and I lift my glass to the Awful Truth
which you can't reveal to the Ears of Youth
except to say it isn't worth a dime
And the whole damn place goes crazy twice
and it's once for the devil and once for Christ
but the Boss don't like these dizzy heights
we're busted in the blinding lights,
busted in the blinding lights
of CLOSING TIME

The whole damn place goes crazy twice
and it's once for the devil and once for Christ
but the Boss don't like these dizzy heights
we're busted in the blinding lights,
busted in the blinding lights
of CLOSING TIME

Oh the women tear their blouses off
and the men they dance on the polka-dots
It's CLOSING TIME
And it's partner found, it's partner lost
and it's hell to pay when the fiddler stops
It's CLOSING TIME
I swear it happened just like this:
a sigh, a cry, a hungry kiss
It's CLOSING TIME
The Gates of Love they budged an inch
I can't say much has happened since
But CLOSING TIME
I loved you when our love was blessed
I love you now there's nothing left
But CLOSING TIME
I miss you since the place got wrecked
By the winds of change and the weeds of sex.

***

First we take Manhattan
(de novo:
http://tinyurl.com/yhmfqa9 )

They sentenced me to twenty years of boredom
For trying to change the system from within
I'm coming now, I'm coming to reward them
First we take Manhattan, then we take Berlin

I'm guided by a signal in the heavens
I'm guided by this birthmark on my skin
I'm guided by the beauty of our weapons
First we take Manhattan, then we take Berlin

I'd really like to live beside you, baby
I love your body and your spirit and your clothes
But you see that line there moving through the station?
I told you, I told you, told you, I was one of those

Ah you loved me as a loser, but now you're worried that I just might win
You know the way to stop me, but you don't have the discipline
How many nights I prayed for this, to let my work begin
First we take Manhattan, then we take Berlin

I don't like your fashion business mister
And I don't like these drugs that keep you thin
I don't like what happened to my sister
First we take Manhattan, then we take Berlin

I'd really like to live beside you, baby ...

And I thank you for those items that you sent me
The monkey and the plywood violin
I practiced every night, now I'm ready
First we take Manhattan, then we take Berlin

I am guided

Ah remember me, I used to live for music
Remember me, I brought your groceries in
Well it's Father's Day and everybody's wounded
First we take Manhattan, then we take Berlin

Eu over - parte 1

Nossa, tantas tantas tantas músicas novas para sugerir!
Então vou começar pela banda que descobri há cinco minutos: Au Revoir Simone. Sim, ainda estou ouvindo a primeira música, pela primeira vez. Mas a banda já me conquistou.



Fallen Snow

We both know it's going to be another long winter
The kind that freezes shut the doors of early spring
But I still like the wind
When I hear you knocking, with a whisper
I'll open the doors and I'll let you in

Depressing things are empty beds and lonely dinners
And women who are middle aged with naked fingers
I'll buy myself a ring
To symbolize this marriage every time I break the laws to let you in

'Cause nothing's worse than seeing you worse than me
And nothing hurts like seeing you hurt like me
The consequence is less than the happiness you bring to me
There's more to give than what you take from me

'Cause nothing's worse than seeing you worse than me
And nothing hurts like seeing you hurt like me
The consequence is less than the happiness you bring to me
There's more to give than what you take from me

Believe in the things that you know
Believe in the things that you know

Sunshine, throw a starving man a piece of bread

All I said, I didn't mean
The chill is strong and nothing seems
To thaw the icy sentiment
Of love that's gone once winter's spent
_______________




The Lucky One

A dream of togetherness
Turned into a brighter mess
A faint sigh my spoken best
Now, now

Make way for the simple hours
No finding the time it’s ours
A fate or it's a desire
I know

So I was the lucky one
Reading letters, not writing them
Taking pictures of anyone
I know

So let the sun shine
So let the sun shine
So let the sun shine
Let it come
To show us that tomorrow is eventual
We know it when the day is done

So let the sun shine
So let the sun shine
So let the sun shine
Let it come
To show us that tomorrow is eventual
We know it when the day is done

So let the sun shine
So let the sun shine
So let the sun shine
Let it come
To show us that tomorrow is eventual
We know it when the day is done

domingo, 26 de julho de 2009

I hate to wake you up to say goodbye

Nada a ver, mas lembrei muito dessa música dia desses.
Ela me chamou a atenção da primeira vez por causa da frase aí no título. E era outra versão, interpretada pela Jewel.
Mmm... É isso.
Ah, sim, quem a compôs é John Denver, que, como você deve saber, morreu em um acidente aéreo. A música foi criada em um aeroporto, enquanto ele esperava um voo atrasado. Pode parecer mórbido, mas é apenas uma coincidência. Por que será que a gente encana tanto com coincidências?

Aí vai.



Leaving on a jet plane
John Denver (no video, com Cass Elliot, do Mamas and the Papas)

All my bags are packed, I'm ready to go
I'm standin' here outside your door
I hate to wake you up to say goodbye

But the dawn is breakin', it's early morn
The taxi's waitin', he's blowin' his horn
Already I'm so lonesome I could die

So kiss me and smile for me
Tell me that you'll wait for me
Hold me like you'll never let me go

'Cause I'm leaving on a jet plane
I don't know when I'll be back again
Oh, babe, I hate to go

I'm ...

There's so many times I've let you down
So many times I've played around
I'll tell you now, they don't mean a thing

Every place I go, I think of you
Every song I sing, I sing for you
When I come back I'll wear your wedding ring

So kiss me and smile for me
Tell me that you'll wait for me
Hold me like you'll never let me go

'Cause I'm leaving on a jet plane
I don't know when I'll be back again
Oh, babe, I hate to go

Now the time has come to leave you
One more time, oh, let me kiss you
And close your eyes and I'll be on my way

Dream about the days to come
When I won't have to leave alone
About the times that I won't have to say ...

Oh, kiss me and smile for me
Tell me that you'll wait for me
Hold me like you'll never let me go

'Cause I'm leaving on a jet plane
I don't know when I'll be back again
Oh, babe, I hate to go

And I'm leaving on a jet plane
I don't know when I'll be back again
Oh, babe, I hate to go

But I'm leaving on a jet plane

segunda-feira, 20 de julho de 2009

Boa semana

Caros, já que delicadeza nunca é demais, aqui vai uma música para começarmos bem a semana.

Fui apresentada a esse cantor esses dias, depois que ganhei essa música de presente. Fionn Regan é um músico irlandês que cita como suas maiores influências Bob Dylan e Neil Young. Uma coincidência é que, pesquisando sobre essa música, descobri que ela foi incluída em seriados como Grey´s Anatomy (eu tinha acabado de fazer uma referência a uma música que adoro e que descobri graças a uma propaganda desse seriado...)

Descobri também que Fionn está envolvido em um projeto musical chamado Helsinki, junto com o guitarrista dos Strokes, Albert Hammond Jr., e o baixista do Babyshambles, Drew McConnell.

Voltando à música tema deste post... Infelizmente, o vídeo não está disponível para incorporação, mas segue o link. Não sei do que gostei mais, se da música ou do clipe - bem sensível e criativo.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pj66XgK3NvE

BE GOOD OR BE GONE
If you happen to read this,
Rose was born.
Child actor-ess,
On the fifth day of the snow.

Be good or be gone,
Be good or be, be gone.

The range is stangering,
Movement and timing.
Frame by frame,
It did unfold.

Be good or be gone,
Be good or be, be gone.

I read to you on saturdays,
Museum has closed down.
Sell all your things,
At the end of the drive.

Be good or be gone,
Be good or be, be gone.

I have become,
An ariel view.
Of a coastal town,
That you once knew.

Be good or be gone,
Be good or be, be gone