LOVER WHY

A sign of time
I lost my life, forgot to die
Like any man, a frightened guy
I'm keeping memories inside
Of wounded love

But I know
I'm more than sad and more today
I'm eating words too hard to say
A single tear and I'm away
Away and gone

I need you
So far from hell, so far from you
'Cause heaven's hard and black and gray
You're just a someone gone away
You never said goodbye
Why, lover why ?
Why do flowers die ?
Why, lover why ?

Everytime
I hear your voice, you heard my name
You built the fire, wet the flame
I swim for life, can't take the rain
No turning back

I need you
So far from hell, so far from you
'Cause heaven's hard and black and gray
You're just a someone gone away
You never said goodbye
Why, lover why ?
Why do flowers die ?
Why, lover why ?

Why, lover why ?
Why do flowers die ?
Why, lover why

ONE

Is it getting better
Or do you feel the same
Will it make it easier on you now
You got someone to blame
You say...

One love
One life
When it's one need
In the night
One love
We get to share it
Leaves you baby if you
Don't care for it

Did I disappoint you
Or leave a bad taste in your mouth
You act like you never had love
And you want me to go without
Well it's...

Too late
Tonight
To drag the past out into the light
We're one, but we're not the same
We get to
Carry each other
Carry each other
One...

Have you come here for forgiveness
Have you come to raise the dead
Have you come here to play Jesus
To the lepers in your head

Did I ask too much
More than a lot
You gave me nothing
Now it's all I got
We're one
But we're not the same
Well we
Hurt each other
Then we do it again
You say
Love is a temple
Love a higher law
Love is a temple
Love the higher law
You ask me to enter
But then you make me crawl
And I can't be holding on
To what you got
When all you got is hurt

One love
One blood
One life
You got to do what you should
One life
With each other
Sisters
Brothers
One life
But we're not the same
We get to
Carry each other
Carry each other

One...life

One

DEVIL IN DISGUISE

You look like an angel
Walk like an angel
Talk like an angel
But I got wise
You're the devil in disguise
Oh yes you are
The devil in disguise
You fooled me with your kisses
You cheated and you schemed
Heaven knows how you lied to me
You're not the way you seemed

You look like an angel
Walk like an angel
Talk like an angel
But I got wise

You're the devil in disguise
Oh yes you are
The devil in disguise

I thought that I was in heaven
But I was sure surprised
Heaven help me, I didn't see
The devil in your eyes

You look like an angel
Walk like an angel
Talk like an angel

But I got wise
You're the devil in disguise
Oh yes you are
The devil in disguise

You're the devil in disguise
Oh yes you are
The devil in disguise
Oh yes you are
The devil in disguise

ALWAYS LOOK ON THE BRIGHT SIDE OF LIFE

Some things in life are bad,
They can really make you mad,
Other things just make you swear and curse,
When you're chewing life's gristle,
Don't grumble,
Give a whistle
And this'll help things turn out for the best.
And...

Always look on the bright side of life.
[whistle]
Always look on the light side of life.
[whistle]

If life seems jolly rotten,
There's something you've forgotten,
And that's to laugh and smile and dance and sing.
When you're feeling in the dumps,
Don't be silly chumps.
Just purse your lips and whistle.
That's the thing.
And...

Always look on the bright side of life.
[whistle]
Always look on the right side of life,
[whistle]

For life is quite absurd
And death's the final word.
You must always face the curtain with a bow.
Forget about your sin.
Give the audience a grin.
Enjoy it. It's your last chance, anyhow.
So,...

Always look on the bright side of death,
[whistle]
Just before you draw your terminal breath.
[whistle]

Life's a piece of shit,
When you look at it.
Life's a laugh and death's a joke it's true.
You'll see it's all a show.
Keep 'em laughing as you go.
Just remember that the last laugh is on you.
And...

Always look on the bright side of life.
Always look on the right side of life.
[whistle]

Always look on the bright side of life!
[whistle]
Always look on the bright side of life!
[whistle]
Always look on the bright side of life!
[whistle]
Always look on the bright side of life!
[whistle]
Always look on the bright side of life!
[whistle]
Always look on the bright side of life!
[whistle]
Always look on the bright side of life!
[whistle]
Always look on the bright side of life!
[whistle]

Uma música muito divertida…principalmente quando não vemos nada de bom à nossa frente…garanto que coloca um sorriso na cara de quem canta e de quem ouve (excepto se a voz for horrível!)...e quem vir o filme dos Monthy Python, com o cenário de homens a cantar a música pregados a uma cruz, vai desatar a rir...

HAPPY X-MAS (WAR IS OVER)

(Happy Christmas, Kyoko
Happy Christmas, Julian)

So this is Christmas
And what have you done
Another year over
And a new one just begun
And so this is Christmas
I hope you have fun
The near and the dear ones
The old and the young

A very merry Christmas
And a happy New Year
Let's hope it's a good one
Without any fear

And so this is Christmas (War is Over, if you want it)repeat with verse
For weak and for strong
The rich and the poor ones
The road is so long
And so happy Christmas
For black and for white
For yellow and red ones
Let's stop all the fight

A very merry Christmas
And a happy New Year
Let's hope it's a good one
Without any fear

And so this is Christmas (War is over, if you want it) repeat with verse
And what have we done
Another year over
And a new one just begun
And so happy Christmas
We hope you have fun
The near and the dear ones
The old and the young

A very merry Christmas
And a happy New Year
Let's hope it's a good one
Without any fear
War is over, if you want it
War is over now

Happy Christmas

Se o natal tem aquela aura mágica de paz e amor não deixo de pensar que isso se trata de uma grande hipócrisia....Sim, pois não se deve manter esse espírito todo o ano?
Basta fazer-mos uma boa acção no natal, que podemos continuar a viver a nossa vida pacificamente o resto do ano que nada de ma se passa....será que ninguém entende que nos acabamos por render o nosso sub-consciente ao espírito do deixa andar....
É por isso que eu adoro esta música...so this is christmas, and what have you done????????...não é só no natal que devemos pensar no que vamos fazer, mas principalmente naquilo que fizemos ou não fizemos....e qualquer altura é a ideal para fazermos a diferença....

GIVE PEACE A CHANCE

two, one two three four

Ev'rybody's talking about
Bagism, Shagism, Dragism, Madism, Ragism, Tagism
This-ism, that-ism
ism ism ism
All we are saying is give peace a chance
All we are saying is give peace a chance

its goin' great

Everybody's talkin' bout'ministers,
sinisters, banisters and canisters,
bishops and fishops and rabbis and pop eyes,
and byebye, byebyes

all we are saying is give peace a chance,
all we are saying is give peace a chance,


let me tell you now
Ev'rybody's talking about
Revolution, evolution, masturbation,
flagellation, regulation, integrations,
meditations, United Nations,
Congratulations.
All we are saying [eep talking] is give peace a chance
All we are saying is give peace a chance


Oh Let’s stick to it
Ev'rybody's talking about
John and Yoko, Timmy Leary, Rosemary, Tommy smothers, Bobby Dylan,
Tommy Cooper, Derek Tayor, Norman Mailer, Alan Ginsberg, Hare Krishna,
Hare Hare Krishna
All we are saying is give peace a chance
All we are saying is give peace a chance

WOMAN

Woman I can hardly express
My mixed emotions at my thoughtlessness
After all I'm forever in your debt
And woman I will try to express
My inner feelings and thankfulness
For showing me the meaning of success

Ooh, well, well
Doo, doo, doo, doo, doo
Ooh, well, well
Doo, doo, doo, doo, doo

Woman I know you understand
The little child inside of the man
Please remember my life is in your hands
And woman hold me close to your heart
However distant don't keep us apart
After all it is written in the stars

Ooh, well, well
Doo, doo, doo, doo, doo
Ooh, well, well
Doo, doo, doo, doo, doo
Well

Woman please let me explain
I never meant to cause you sorrow or pain
So let me tell you again and again and again

I love you, yeah, yeah
Now and forever
I love you, yeah, yeah
Now and forever
I love you, yeah, yeah
Now and forever
I love you, yeah, yeah


After all it's written in the stars....

MY WAY

And now, the end is near;
And so I face the final curtain.
My friend, I'll say it clear,
I'll state my case, of which I'm certain.

I've lived a life that's full.
I've traveled each and ev'ry highway;
And more, much more than this,
I did it my way.

Regrets, I've had a few;
But then again, too few to mention.
I did what I had to do
And saw it through without exemption.

I planned each charted course;
Each careful step along the byway,
But more, much more than this,
I did it my way.

Yes, there were times, I'm sure you knew
When I bit off more than I could chew.
But through it all, when there was doubt,
I ate it up and spit it out.
I faced it all and I stood tall;
And did it my way.

I've loved, I've laughed and cried.
I've had my fill; my share of losing.
And now, as tears subside,
I find it all so amusing.

To think I did all that;
And may I say - not in a shy way,
" Oh no, oh no not me,
I did it my way".

For what is a man, what has he got?
If not himself, then he has naught.
To say the things he truly feels;
And not the words of one who kneels.
The record shows I took the blows -
And did it my way!

Gosto muito desta música do Frank Sinatra....não a vejo de forma alguma como uma ideia que nós estamos SEMPRE certos mas se, ao irmos cometer um erro, ao menos que seja um erro pensado pela nossa cabeça e feito à nossa maneira...sim, porque quando começarmos a ver a vida com outros olhos, mais lá para a frente, tenho a certeza que me vou arrepender de muitas coisas que fiz, mas ainda mais de coisas que não fiz...pois, como dizem no basket...when in doubt, shoot! .....

BRASS IN POCKET

GOT BRASS IN POCKET
GOT BOTTLE I'M GONNA USE IT
INTENTION I FEEL INVENTIVE
GONNA MAKE YOU, MAKE YOU, MAKE YOU NOTICE


GOT MOTION RESTRAINED EMOTION
BEEN DRIVING DETROIT LEANING
NO REASON JUST SEEMS SO PLEASING
GONNA MAKE YOU, MAKE YOU, MAKE YOU NOTICE




GONNA USE MY ARMS
GONNA USE MY LEGS
GONNA USE MY STYLE
GONNA USE MY SIDESTEP
GONNA USE MY FINGERS
GONNA USE MY, MY, MY IMAGINATION


'CAUSE I GONNA MAKE YOU SEE
THERE'S NOBODY ELSE HERE
NO ONE LIKE ME
I'M SPECIAL SO SPECIAL
I GOTTA HAVE SOME OF YOUR ATTENTION GIVE IT TO ME


GOT RHYTHM I CAN'T MISS A BEAT
GOT NEW SKANK IT'S SO REET
GOT SOMETHING I'M WINKING AT YOU
GONNA MAKE YOU, MAKE YOU, MAKE YOU NOTICE


'CAUSE I GONNA MAKE YOU SEE
THERE'S NOBODY ELSE HERE
NO ONE LIKE ME
I'M SPECIAL, SO SPECIAL
I GOTTA HAVE SOME OF YOUR ATTENTION
GIVE IT TO ME
'CAUSE I GONNA MAKE YOU SEE
THERE'S NOBODY ELSE HERE
NO ONE LIKE ME
I'M SPECIAL, SO SPECIAL
I GOTTA HAVE SOME OF YOUR ATTENTION

uma música divertida com muita sedução...cantada por homens podia ser considerada gentil mas por mulheres, com aquele sorriso bem malandro, émuito gira...e digo isto pois quem a cantou para mim foi a S Johansson no lost in translation....

YOUR SONG

It's a little bit funny this feeling inside
I'm not one of those who can easily hide
I don't have much money but boy if I did
I'd buy a big house where we both could live

If I was a sculptor, but then again, no
Or a man who makes potions in a travelling show
I know it's not much but it's the best I can do
My gift is my song and this one's for you

And you can tell everybody this is your song
It may be quite simple but now that it's done
I hope you don't mind
I hope you don't mind that I put down in words
How wonderful life is while you're in the world

I sat on the roof and kicked off the moss
Well a few of the verses well they've got me quite cross
But the sun's been quite kind while I wrote this song
It's for people like you that keep it turned on

So excuse me forgetting but these things I do
You see I've forgotten if they're green or they're blue
Anyway the thing is what I really mean
Yours are the sweetest eyes I've ever seen

Palavras para quê?.....e depois desta expressão não tem grande sentido utilizar mais palavras...

LISTEN (DO YOU WANT TO KNOW A SECRET)

You never know how much I really love you
You'll never know how much I really care

Listen, do you want to know a secret
Do you promise not to tell, woh, woh, woh
Closer, let me whisper in your ear

Say the words you long to hear
I'm in love with you, oo

Listen, do you want to know a secret
Do you promise not to tell, woh, woh, woh
Closer, let me whisper in your ear
Say the words you long to hear
I'm in love with you, oo

I've known a secret for a week or two
Nobody knows just we two

Listen, do you want to know a secret
Do you promise not to tell, woh, woh, woh
Closer, let me whisper in your ear
Say the words you long to hear
I'm in love with you, oo, oo

Parece que estamos a falar...aliás esta música, tal como as do Pedro Abrunhosa, merecem mais ser faladas do que cantadas (ao menos a nossa voz fica disfarçada)....Recomendo vivamente que seja ouvida quando estivermos com um sorriso na cara....tão simples mas tão bonita

E HOUVE ALGUÉM....QUE TEVE IDEIA IGUAL

Quando navegamos, no verdadeiro sentido do termo, na internet acabamos sempre por descobrir coisas novas. Desta vez encontrei uma página que se dedica a explicar as músicas...recomendo uma visita a:

http://www.learningfromlyrics.org/songs.html

SOMETHING

Something in the way she moves
Attracts me like no other lover
Something in the way she woos me

I don’t want to leave her now
You know I believe her now

Somewhere in her smile she knows
That I don’t need no other lover
Something in her style that shows me

Don’t want to leave her now
You know I believe her now

You’re asking me will my love grow
I don’t know, I don’t know
You stick around now it may show
I don’t know, I don’t know

Something in the way she knows
And all I have to do is think of her
Something in the things she shows me

Don’t want to leave her now
You know I believe her now

Não precisas de pensar será...simplesmente sentes......

Ou não tivesse sido esta música escrita pelo George Harrison a pensar na mulher....a tal Patti.....era tão bonita que o próprio melhor amigo do marido escreveu para ela.... Like a fool, I fell in love with you, turned my whole world upside down....

Anos mais tarde a Patti acabou por se render ao melhor amigo e fugir com ele....

NEW YORK NEW YORK

Start spreading the news, I'm leaving today
I want to be a part of it - New York, New York
These vagabond shoes, are longing to stray
Right through the very heart of it - New York, New York

I wanna wake up in a city that doesn't sleep
And find I'm king of the hill - top of the heap

These little town blues, are melting away
I'll make a brand new start of it - in old New York
If i can make it there, I'll make it anywhere
It's up to you - New York, New York

New York, New York
I want to wake up in a city that never sleeps
And find I'm a number one, top of the list
King of the hill, a number one

These little town blues, are melting away
And I'm gonna make a brand new start of it - in old New York
And if i can make it there, I'm gonna make it anywhere

It's up to you - New York New York

New York

Quem já foi, não esquece...quem ainda não foi deseja ir...há algo de muito especial com essa cidade que nunca dorme.
Será a Times Square? o Madison Square Garden? a estátua da Liberdade? o Central Park? o Dakota? o Time Warner Center? a 5ª avenida? é tudo isto e muito mais....
É tomar o pequeno almoço num café na Times Square, passear pelas lojas da 5ª avenida...ir ao macy's ou ao bloomingdale's, beber um chocolate quente no Starbucks, visitar o Museu de História Natural....
Enfim, é uma viagem de sonho...

DREAMER

Dreamer, you know you are a dreamer
Well can you put your hands in your head, oh no!
I said dreamer, you're nothing but a dreamer
Well can you put your hands in your head, oh no!
I said "Far out, - What a day, a year, a laugh it is!"
You know, - Well you know you had it comin' to you,
Now there's not a lot I can do

Dreamer, you stupid little dreamer;
So now you put your head in your hands, oh no!
I said "Far out, - What a day, a year, a laugh it is!"
You know, - Well you know you had it comin' to you,
Now there's not a lot I can do.

Well work it out someday

If I could see something
You can see anything you want boy
If I could be someone-
You can be anyone, celebrate boy.
If I could do something-
Well you can do something,
If I could do anything-
Well can you do something out of this world?

Take a dream on a Sunday
Take a life, take a holiday
Take a lie, take a dreamer
dream, dream, dream, dream, dream along...

Dreamer, you know you are a dreamer
Well can you put your hands in your head, oh no!
I said dreamer, you're nothing but a dreamer
Well can you put your hands in your head, oh no!
OH NO!

Sonhar...ser sonhador....quem não sonha não vive....

Como dizia o George Bernard Shaw: some men see things as they are and say why, i dream things that never were and say why not...

Se não sonharmos com um mundo melhor, com uma vida melhor...resignamo-nos a viver neste mundo...e acabamos por ver tudo o que de mau temos, ao invés de valorizarmos o importante...

TOREADOR

Vortre toast, je peux vous le rendre
Senors, senors, car avec les soldats
Oui, les toreros peuvent s'entendre
Pour plaisirs, pour plaisirs ils ont les combats!
Le cirque est plein, c'est jour de fête
Le cirque est plein du haut en bas,
Les spectateurs, perdant la tete,
Les spectateurs s'interpellent a grand fracas!

Apostrophes, cris et tapage
Pousses jusques a la fureur!
Car c'est la fete du courage,
C'est la fete des gens de coeuer!
Allons! en garde! Allons! Allons! ah!

Toreador, en garde, Toreador, Toreador!
Et songe bien, oui, songe en combattant
Qu'un oeil noir te regarde,
Et que l'amour t'attend,
Toreador, L'amour t'attend!

Toreador, en garde, Toreador, Toreador!
Et songe bien, oui, songe en combattant
Qu'un oeil noir te regarde,
Et que l'amour t'attend,
Toreador, L'amour t'attend!

Verse Two:

Tout d'un coup, on fait silence...
Ah! que se passe-t-il?
Plus de cris, c'est l'instant!
Plus de cris, c'est l'instant!
le taureau s'elance
En bondissant hors du Toril!
Il s'elance! Il entre,
Il frappe! un cheval roule,
Entrainant un Picador,
Ah! bravo! Toro! Hurle la foule!
Le taureau va, il vient,
il vient et frappe encore!

En secouant ses banderilles,
Plein de fureur, il court!
Le cirque est plein de sang!
On se sauve, on franchit les grilles!
C'et ton tour maintenant! allons!
En garde! allons! allons! Ah!


Toreador, en garde, Toreador, Toreador!
Et songe bien, oui, songe en combattant
Qu'un oeil noir te regarde,
Et que l'amour t'attend,
Toreador, L'amour t'attend!

Toreador, en garde, Toreador, Toreador!
Et songe bien, oui, songe en combattant
Qu'un oeil noir te regarde,
Et que l'amour t'attend,
Toreador, L'amour t'attend!

Toreador, en garde, Toreador, Toreador!


A Carmen de Bizet é uma das personagens mais conhecidas do mundo musical e a sua história ( que tem o mesmo nome) das mais interpretadas desde sempre. Cármen é uma mulher moderna, tão moderna quanto era permitido às mulheres serem na Sevilha do séc. XIX. Vive uma vida despreocupada e vai dando a volta a cabeça aos homens que passam por ela.
A sua última paixão é um militar que se rende à sua espontaneidade e a deseja manter como sua. Mas Carmen quer mais que uma aliança no dedo, filhos e uma lareira para manter o calor…ela quer viver a vida…até que conhece Escamillo.
Escamillo é o típico galant, um matador ( de touros..) e um sedutor que também pretende Carmen ..e esta é a sua apresentação…recomendo vivamente!!!!


Cada vez gosto mais de ópera..cada dia estudo novas óperas, novas árias e fico verdadeiramente fascinado com as histórias que são cantadas pela voz de enormes artistas…pena que ainda a ópera seja considerada uma actividade elitista e snob. Talvez aqueles festivais de ópera que são fazendo pelo país (recordo-me do de Óbidos) sirvam para abrir os olhos e os ouvidos do maravilhoso mundo que se esconde por detrás daqueles palcos.
Sempre gostei muito de música clássica, mas a visita da minha amiga Cláudia a Portugal, abriu-me os olhos para a ópera. Ávida consumidora de ópera, abriu-me a porta da arte. A ela gracie mile

BLACK

Hey... oooh...
Sheets of empty canvas,
untouched sheets of clay
Were laid spread out before me
as her body once did.

All five horizons
revolved around her soul
As the earth to the sun
Now the air I tasted
and breathed has taken a turn

Ooh, and all I taught her was everything
Ooh, I know she gave me all that she wore
And now my bitter hands chafe beneath the clouds
Of what was everything.
Oh, the pictures have all been washed in black
, tattooed everything...

I take a walk outside
I'm surrounded by some kids at play
I can feel their laughter, so why do I sear?
Oh, and twisted thoughts that spin round my head

I'm spinning, oh,
I'm spinning
How quick the sun can drop away

And now my bitter hands cradle broken glass
Of what was everything?
All the pictures have all been washed in black, tattooed everything...

All the love gone bad turned my world to black
Tattooed all I see, all that I am, all I'll be... yeah...
Uh huh... uh huh... ooh...

I know someday you'll have a beautiful life,
I know you'll be a sun in somebody else's sky,
but why
Why, why can't it be, why can't it be mine

Aah... uuh..

triste observação.......

AIN'T NO MOUNTAIN HIGH ENOUGH

Listen, baby
Ain't no mountain high
Ain't no vally low
Ain't no river wide enough, baby

If you need me, call me
No matter where you are
No matter how far
Just call my name
I'll be there in a hurry
You don't have to worry
'Cause baby,

There ain't no mountain high enough
Ain't no valley low enough
Ain't no river wide enough
To keep me from getting to you

Remember the day
I set you freeI told you
You could always count on me
From that day on
I made a vow
I'll be there when you want me
Some way,some how
'Cause baby,

There ain't no mountain high enough
Ain't no valley low enough
Ain't no river wide enough
To keep me from getting to you

No wind, no rain
My love is alive
Way down in my heart
Although we are miles apart

If you ever need a helping hand
I'll be there on the double
As fast as I can
Don't you know that

There ain't no mountain high enough
Ain't no valley low enough
Ain't no river wide enough
To keep me from getting to you

Don't you know that

There ain't no mountain high enough
Ain't no valley low enough
Ain't no river wide enough

Esta música não tem qualquer significado se a ouvirmos sozinhos…aliás, desaconselho inclusive colocar uma música num cd que possa ser ouvido por outras pessoas amigas…esta é uma música de sentimento…e como música do sentimento só deve ser evocada quando realmente queremos dizer isso a alguém….pois a passagem que diz There ain't no mountain high enough , Ain't no valley low enough, Ain't no river wide enough, To keep me from you…é por si só o exemplo daquilo que devemos sentir porque you can always count on me….

THE ONLY LIVING BOY IN NEW YORK

Tom, get your plane right on time.
I know your partll go fine.
Fly down to mexico.

Da-n-da-da-n-da-n-da-da and here I am,
The only living boy in new york.

I get the news I need on the weather report.
I can gather all the news I need on the weather report.
Hey, Ive got nothing to do today but smile.

Da-n-da-da-n-da-da-n-da-da here
I amThe only living boy in new york

Half of the time were gone but we dont know where,
And we dont know here.

Tom, get your plane right on time.
I know youve been eager to fly now.

Hey let your honesty shine, shine, shine
Da-n-da-da-n-da-da-n-da-da
Like it shines on me
The only living boy in new york,
The only living boy in new york.

Esta devia ser a música do Central Park….quando entrei naquele enorme aglomerado de árvores, senti-me o ONLY LIVING BOY IN NEW YORK….era como se não houvesse mais ninguém a minha volta, tudo tinha sido eclipsado por aquela imagem, bem no centro da metrópole, com pássaros, lagos, plantas das mais diversas cores….parecia que estava a entrar num mundo à parte…

HOW TO SAVE A LIFE

Step one you say we need to talk
He walks you say sit down it's just a talk

He smiles politely back at you
You stare politely right on through
Some sort of window to your right
As he goes left and you stay right
Between the lines of fear and blame
And you begin to wonder why you came

Where did I go wrong,
I lost a friend
Somewhere along in the bitterness
And I would have stayed up with you all night
Had I known how to save a life

Let him know that you know best
Cause after all you do know best
Try to slip past his defense
Without granting innocence

Lay down a list of what is wrong
The things you've told him all along
And pray to God he hears you
And pray to God he hears you

Where did I go wrong,
I lost a friend
Somewhere along in the bitterness
And I would have stayed up with you all night
Had I known how to save a life

As he begins to raise his voice
You lower yours and grant him one last choice
Drive until you lose the road
Or break with the ones you've followed
He will do one of two things
He will admit to everything
Or he'll say he's just not the same
And you'll begin to wonder why you came

Where did I go wrong,
I lost a friend
Somewhere along in the bitterness
And I would have stayed up with you all night
Had I known how to save a life

Step one…haverá maneira mais original de começar uma canção?

Uma amiga minha, leu que esta música fala de dois amigos que se chatearam mas a mim parece-me que eram bem mais do que amigos....let him now that you know better,... lay down a list of what is wrong the things you told him all along (esta última uma típica atitude hehhhhh, feminina)......

Parece que estamos a abrir o coração e ter uma conversa franca....é como se estivéssemos a falar, mais do que por palavras, com a nossa alma...e no fundo, a frustração (where did I go wrong) que temos por não conseguirmos salvar todas as nossas relações...acho que quem ouve a canção não pode ficar indiferente pois já passou por uma conversa deste género.

LIVRE

Não há machado que corte
a raiz ao pensamento
Não há machado que corte
a raiz ao pensamento

Não há morte para o vento
Não há morte.
Não há morte para o vento
Não há morte

Se ao morrer o coração
morresse a luz que lhe é querida,
Se ao morrer o coração
morrese a luz que lhe é querida


Sem razão seria a vida,
sem razão.
Sem razão seria a vida,
sem razão

Nada apaga a luz que vive
num amor, num pensamento,
Nada apaga a luz que vive,
num amor, num pensamento,


Porque é livre como o vento,
porque é livre.
Porque é livre como o vento,
porque e livre

Costumo sempre dizer que “luto para poder discordar”.

O meu objectivo não é que toda a gente concorde comigo, mas poder ouvir os outros a expressarem a sua opinião de forma livre, sem qualquer espécie de restrição.

Muitos governos tentam limitar o pensamento, limitando a educação e difundindo um populismo bacôco, uma cultura popularuxa que visa distrair as pessoas, porque pensamento é evolução e evolução é o caminho da mudança....

Mas por muito que queiram, não haverá machado que corte a raiz ao pensamento......

ANOTHER BRICK IN THE WALL - II PARTE

We don't need no education
We dont need no thought control
No dark sarcasm in the classroom
Teachers leave them kids alone

Hey! Teachers! Leave them kids alone!
All in all it's just another brick in the wall.
All in all you're just another brick in the wall.

We don't need no education
We dont need no thought control
No dark sarcasm in the classroom
Teachers leave them kids alone

Hey! Teachers! Leave them kids alone!
All in all it's just another brick in the wall.
All in all you're just another brick in the wall.

"Wrong, Do it again!""
If you don't eat yer meat, you can't have any pudding.
How can youhave any pudding if you don't eat yer meat?"
"You! Yes, you behind the bikesheds, stand still laddy!"


Uma tradução livre do refrão diria: apesar de tudo, não passas de mais um tijolo no muro...

Leio aqui um apelo ao inconformismo, não pela violência gratuita que pode significar (como aqueles idiotas movimentos anti-globalização), mas à revolta contra o establishment, o não desistir de lutar pelos ideais e, acima de tudo, ACREDITAR........como dizia o John Lennon, POWER TO THE PEOPLE.

Vou para sempre recordar esta música a ser cantada pela voz inconfundível da enfant-terrible Cindy Lauper, dançando num ar desafiador , no fantástico concerto THE WALL.

No vazio que era a Alexander Platz no início dos anos 90, nos destroços da RDA e em plenas ruínas do muro ( da barreira de protecção anti-fascista), os Pink Floyd provaram que se não nos resignarmos, poderemos mudar o mundo, mesmo que não seja sozinhos....

O simbolismo daquela imagem acabou por mudar a minha vida...o cair do muro, o seu significado e as suas consequências fizeram de mim o que sou hoje.......é por isso que, por muito que viaje, Berlim será sempre a minha casa, o meu porto de abrigo, aquele lugar a que podemos sempre regressar onde nada nos irá acontecer.....

TINY DANCER

Blue jean baby, L.A. lady,
seamstress for the band
Pretty eyed, pirate smile,
you'll marry a music man
Ballerina, you must have seen her
dancing in the sand

And now she's in me,
always with me,
tiny dancer in my hand
Jesus freaks out in the street
Handing tickets out for God

Turning back she just laughs
The boulevard is not that bad
Piano man he makes his stand
In the auditorium

Looking on she sings the songs
The words she knows,
the tune she hums

But oh how it feels so real
Lying here with no one near
Only you and you can't hear me
When I say softly, slowly

Hold me closer tiny dancer
Count the headlights on the highway
Lay me down in sheets of linen
you had a busy day today

Blue jean baby, L.A. lady,
seamstress for the band
Pretty eyed, pirate smile,
you'll marry a music man

Ballerina, you must have seen her
dancing in the sand
And now she's in me,
always with me,
tiny dancer in my hand


Para todos os que viram o filme ALMOST FAMOUS, esta música tem um significado especial.
Nem tanto a letra porque fala de um dançarino pequenino (pequenino? humm…esqueçam) mas pelo ambiente que se gera à volta da música.
No autocarro, após uma noite de “sou um deus” a banda reúne-se e acaba por ser a música que faz com que eles, sem o habitual festival de acusações, compreendam o porquê de serem um grupo.
E isto é o moral da história. Às vezes nós acabamos por discutir e dizer aquilo que não queríamos (discordo deste conceito, pois se não queríamos, não íamos dizer!!!) mas um simples gesto, um sorriso, acaba por nos fazer ver que temos que aprender a discutir o essencial do secundário (era tão bom se o fizéssemos sem dificuldade!) e o que é importante do resto…pois se é o resto, não passa disso mesmo…

YOU'RE BEAUTIFUL

My life is brilliant
My love is pure.
I saw an angel.
Of that I'm sure.
She smiled at me on the subway.
She was with another man.
But I won't lose no sleep on that,
'Cause I've got a plan.

You're beautiful.
You're beautiful.
You're beautiful, it's true.

I saw your face in a crowded place,
And I don't know what to do,
'Cause I'll never be with you.

Yes, she caught my eye,
As we walked on by.
She could see from my face that I was,
Fucking high,

And I don't think that I'll see her again,
But we shared a moment that will last 'till the end.

You're beautiful.
You're beautiful.
You're beautiful, it's true.
I saw your face in a crowded place,
And I don't know what to do,
'Cause I'll never be with you.

La la la la la la la la la

You're beautiful.
You're beautiful.
You're beautiful, it's true.
There must be an angel with a smile on her face,
When she thought up that
I should be with you.
But it's time to face the truth,
I will never be with you.

Sempre que ouço esta música recordo dois momentos e duas pessoas....é curioso pois são situações tão distintas ligadas à mesma melodia....a primeira passou-se em Berlim.
Estava eu no U-bahn, depois de mais uma passagem bem alegre pelo KADEWE, quando vejo uma alemã fantástica.
E digo fantástica pois era uma mulher muito gira, alta com uns longos cabelos castanhos, os olhos bem pintados e, acima de tudo, um extremo bom gosto na fatiota....uma saia pelo joelho e umas botas altas.
Na altura acompanhado, dificilmente conseguia disfarçar o fascínio por aquela mulher. Apesar da minha total e absoluta discrição, a rapariga notou e começou-se a rir....e foi mesmo, o SHE SMILED TO ME ON THE SUBWAY...mas, obviamente depois dela sair, nunca mais a vi...mas a cara dela marcou-me e a música ficou, para sempre, no meu sentimento.
A segunda ocasião foi quando ver uma exposição no CCB, em Abril do ano transacto.
Tinha combinado com uma amiga pelas 9.30 e, por grande azar, tinha apagado todas as outras músicas do PDA pelo que quando saí do carro não me restava mais nada que não fosse ouvir o James Blunt.
Ora como escravo das horas devo ter chegado uns 20 minutos antes da hora combinada....todavia...a miúda atrasou-se (é-lhe difícil acordar de manhã) e ainda teve que ir meter combustível no carro!!! O resultado foi mais de uma hora de atraso, hora na qual eu conheci exaustivamente as lojas que iam, a conta gotas, abrindo e que tinham pouco de interessante.
Quando ela chegou, ao invés dos sentimentos de raiva pela longa espera, reparei mais na graciosidade dela, no seu suave deslizar, qual sereia que por ondas desbrava o seu caminho, e no seu sorriso, simples e cúmplice, como que dizendo "sei que estás em brasa"...claro que tudo isto e ainda a música me impediram de ter uma reacção troiana e resignei-me a que, na vida, há uns que serão sempre filhos e outros afilhados.........

YOU'VE GOT A FRIEND

When you're down and troubled
And you need some loving care
And nothing, nothing is going right
Close your eyes and think of me
And soon I will be there
To brighten up even your darkest night

You just call out my name
And you know wherever I am
I'll come running to see you again
Winter, spring, summer or fall
All you have to do is call
And I'll be there
You've got a friend

If the sky above you
Grows dark and full of clouds
And that old north wind begins to blow
Keep your head together
And call my name out loud
Soon you'll hear me knocking at your door

You just call out my name
And you know wherever I am
I'll come running to see you
Winter, spring, summer or fallAll you have to do is call
And I'll be there

Ain't it good to know that you've got a friend
When people can be so cold
They'll hurt you, and desert you
And take your soul if you let them
Oh, 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
Winter, spring, summer or fall
All you have to do is call
And I'll be there
You've got a friend

Esta música é da Carole King mas também a considero minha....sim, porque muitas vezes quero dizer o que sinto a um amigo ou amiga e dificilmente conseguia expressar melhor em palavras do que foi feito com esta letra.
É tão simples mas acaba por dizer....se estás mal, com problemas...fecha os teus olhos e pensa em mim que eu vou-te ajudar (claro que um telefonema acelera o processo!)...basta chamares o meu nome, e sabes que onde quer que eu esteja, vou a correr para te ver de novo....
Não há muito a comentar sobre a música, ela é suficientemente explícita...

IT CAN'T RAIN ALL THE TIME

We walked the narrow path,
beneath the smoking skies.
Sometimes you can barely tell the difference between darkness and light.
Do you have faith in what we believe?
The truest test is when we cannot, when we cannot see.

I hear pounding feet in the,
in the streets below,
and the,and the women crying and the,
and the children know that
there,that there's something wrong,
and it's hard to belive that love will prevail.

Oh it won't rain all the time.
The sky won't fall forever.
And though the night seems long,
your tears won't fall forever.

Oh, when I'm lonely,
I lie awake at night and
I wish you were here.I miss you.


Can you tell me is there something more to belive in?
Or is this all there is?
In the pounding feet, in the,
In the streets below, and the,
And the window breaks and,
And a woman falls, there's,
There's something wrong, it's,
It's so hard to belive that love will prevail.

Oh it won't rain all the time.
The sky won't fall forever.
And though the night seems long,
your tears won't fall,
your tears won't fall,
your tears won't fallforever.

Last night I had a dream.
You came into my room,
you took me into your arms.
Whispering and kissing me, and telling me to still belive.
But then the emptiness of a burning sea against which we seeour darkest of sadness.
Until I felt safe and warm.
I fell asleep in your arms.
When I awoke I cried again for you were gone.
Oh, can you hear me?

It won't rain all the time.
The sky won't fall forever.
And though the night seems long,your tears won't fall forever.
It won't rain all the time
The sky won't fall forever.
And though the night seems long,
your tears won't fall,
your tears won't fall,
your tears won't fallforever.

Do filme O CORVO, aprendi uma coisa...it can't rain all the time...por isso, mesmo que estejamos mal (e estes últimos posts têm ido dedicados a sensações de melancolia), há um dia em que as coisas vão mudar. Não faz mal pensarmos no que está mal, sofrer quando o temos de o fazer, porque se chovesse sempre, o céu iria cair para sempre....e mesmo que a noite pareça longa, as nossas lágrimas não vão cair para sempre....há sempre um amanhã onde o dia vai nascer e, como costumo dizer, mais um dia para o leão apanhar a gazela...

SOLSBURY HILL

Climbing up on solsbury hill
I could see the city light
Wind was blowing, time stood stilL
Eagle flew out of the night

He was something to observe
Came in close, I heard a voice
Standing stretching every nerve
I had to listen had no choice

I did not believe the information
Just had to trust imagination
My heart was going boom boom, boom

Son, he said, grab your things,
Ive come to take you home.

To keeping silence I resigned
My friends would think I was a nut
Turning water into wine
Open doors would soon be shut

So I went from day to day

Tho my life was in a ruttill
I thought of what Id say
Which connection I should cut
I was feeling part of the scenery
I walked right out of the machinery

My heart was going boom boom boom
Hey, he said, grab your things,
Ive come to take you home.

Yeah back home
When illusion spin her netIm never where
I want to be
And liberty she pirouette

When I think that I am free
Watched by empty silhouettes
Who close their eyes, but still can see
No one taught them etiquette
I will show another me

Today I dont need a replacement
Ill tell them what the smile on my face meant
My heart was going boom boom boom
Hey, I said, you can keep my things,
they've come to take me home.

Possivelmente, a maneira como sinto esta música não tem nada a ver com ela....para mim a parte mais bonita diz "grab your things i've come to take you home"...é uma frase simples, mas sempre a senti como se chegasses ao pé de alguém que está em dificuldades, a parecisar da tua ajuda, e podes dizer...bem, agarra nas tuas coisas, que eu vou-te levar para casa...on sentido de ajudar, no sentido de não te preocupes com mais nada pois agora não estás mais sozinho (a)...é essa simplicidade que me fascina.Sentirmos que quando podemos estar em dificuldade, pode haver alguém que se chega ao pé de nós e nos ajuda....

A KISS AT THE END OF THE RAINBOW

Oh when the veil of dreams has lifted,
And the fairy tales have all been told,
There's a kiss at the end of the rainbow;
More precious than a pot of gold.

In tales of ancient glory,
Every knight and maiden fair
shall be joined when the quest is over,
And a kiss is the oath that they swear.

And when the veil of dreams has lifted,
And the fairy tales have all been told,
There's a kiss at the end of the rainbow;
More precious than a pot of gold.

My sweet, my dear, my darling,
you're so far away from me.
Though an ocean of tears divides us,
Let the bridge of our love span the sea.

There's a kiss at the end of the rainbow,
More precious than a pot of gold.

Nem me lembro bem em que filme utilizaram esta música, mas recordo-me que a primeira vez que a ouvi foi na noite dos óscares...e fiquei apaixonado, por ela....
Sinto-a falando que as coisas mais complicadas da vida, acabam por ter recompensas simples, mas essas são as mais importantes.
No fim do arco-irís, após uma longa caminhada, quando se diz que os duendes têem um pote de outro, à nossa espera, esta música diz que está um beijo....ehaverá algo mais precioso que um beijo depois de uma longa viagem?
e depois ainda há aquela frase deliciosa.....deixa que a ponte do nosso amor cubra o mar..piegas, é certo, mas muito fixe...