Hoje Acordei Assim *

Oh the wind whistles down

The cold dark street tonight
And the people they were dancing to the music vibe
And the boys chase the girls with the curls in their hair
While the shy tormented youth sit way over there
And the songs they get louder
Each one better than before

And you're singing the songs
Thinking this is the life
And you wake up in the morning and you're head feels twice the size
Where you gonna go? Where you gonna go?
Where you gonna sleep tonight?

And you're singing the songs
Thinking this is the life
And you wake up in the morning and you're head feels twice the size
Where you gonna go? Where you gonna go?
Where you gonna sleep tonight?
Where you gonna sleep tonight?

So you're heading down the road in your taxi for four
And you're waiting outside Jimmy's front door
But nobody's in and nobody's home 'til four
So you're sitting there with nothing to do
Talking about Robert Riger and his motley crew
And where you're gonna go and where you're gonna sleep tonight

And you're singing the songs
Thinking this is the life
And you wake up in the morning and you're head feels twice the size
Where you gonna go? Where you gonna go?
Where you gonna sleep tonight?
Where you gonna sleep tonight?

Amy MacDonald, This is the Life.
AQUI

(* Com a devida vénia)

Grand Torino 2

(...)
So tenderly
Your story is
Nothing more
Than what you see
Or
What you've done
Or will become
Standing strong
Do you belong
In your skin
Just wondering

Gentle now
A tender breeze
Blows
Whispers through
The Gran Torino
Whistling another
Tired song
Engines humm
And bitter dreams
Grow
A heart locked
In a Gran Torino
It beats
A lonely rhythm
All night long

(Kyle Eastwood, Jamie Cullum, Clint Eastwood)

AQUI

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Oh When the Saints...

Louis Armstrong and Danny Kaye AQUI.
Imperdível
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Encontros e Desencontros

Aqui há umas semanas fui surpreendida, quando ouvia rádio no carro, pela voz mágica da Simone. Há tanto tempo não a ouvia que até, infelizmente, já nem me lembrava que existia, num daqueles desencontros de que é feita a vida. Reconheci logo a sua voz , mas fiquei espantada por a ouvir num dueto com o Luis Represas, um odiozinho de estimação meu que só tem igual ao que nutro por Mafalda Veiga. Problema meu, eu sei, e sem razão aparente por isso no seu esplendor irracional, mas não consigo ouvir as canções deles, não suporto a voz melodiosamente bonita e correcta, no caso Luis Represas, nem as letras “mundo metafórico dos afectos correctos” à maneira de Mafalda Veiga. Fiquei num impasse radiofónico, entre o mudar de estação ou continuar, entre a vontade e sedução da voz de Simone e a irritação causada por Represas. Simone venceu, e tenho conseguido ouvir o seu dueto “Desencontro” algumas vezes que tem um refrão a duas vozes muito bem conseguido (apesar de Represas ser tão Represas como era esperado que fosse). Este refrão fez-me imediatamente pensar numa outra música de um outro tempo cantada pelos grandes Chico Buarque e Maria Bethânia, “Sinal Fechado”, toda ela cantada num fôlego, intensamente dramática na sua grande simplicidade e realismo. Sempre considerei esta música um daqueles casos raríssimos em que, aparentemente sem se querer e sem se saber como, se constrói uma pequena obra-prima. Voltar a lembrá-la, e perceber que ainda a sabia de cor, foi um dos prazeres que o dueto Simone/Represas me trouxe.

Diamonds and Rust

DIAMONDS AND RUST

Well I'll be damned
Here comes your ghost again
But that's not unusual
It's just that the moon is full
And you happened to call
And here I sit
Hand on the telephone
Hearing a voice I'd known
A couple of light years ago
Heading straight for a fall

As I remember your eyes
Were bluer than robin's eggs
My poetry was lousy you said
Where are you calling from?
A booth in the midwest
Ten years ago
I bought you some cufflinks
You brought me something
We both know what memories can bring

They bring diamonds and rust
Well you burst on the scene
Already a legend
The unwashed phenomenon
The original vagabond
You strayed into my arms
And there you stayed
Temporarily lost at sea
The Madonna was yours for free
Yes the girl on the half-shell
Would keep you unharmed

Now I see you standing
With brown leaves falling around
And snow in your hair
Now you're smiling out the window
Of that crummy hotel
Over Washington Square
Our breath comes out white clouds
Mingles and hangs in the air
Speaking strictly for me

We both could have died then and there
Now you're telling me
You're not nostalgic
Then give me another word for it
You who are so good with words
And at keeping things vague
Because I need some of that vagueness now
It's all come back too clearly
Yes I loved you dearly
And if you're offering me diamonds and rust
I've already paid

Joan Baez (aqui)
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All That's to Come

...
All that is now
All that is gone
All that's to come
And everything under the sun is in tune
But the sun is eclipsed by the moon.

(Aqui)

Brain Damage

The lunatic is on the grass
The lunatic is on the grass
Remembering games and daisy chains and laughs
Got to keep the loonies on the path

The lunatic is in the hall
The lunatics are in my hall
The paper holds their folded faces to the floor
And every day the paper boy brings more

And if the dam breaks open many years too soon
And if there is no room upon the hill
And if your head explodes with dark forbodings too
Ill see you on the dark side of the moon

The lunatic is in my head
The lunatic is in my head
You raise the blade, you make the change
You re-arrange me till Im sane
You lock the door
And throw away the key
Theres someone in my head but its not me.

And if the cloud bursts, thunder in your ear
You shout and no one seems to hear
And if the band youre in starts playing different tunes
Ill see you on the dark side of the moon

Eclipse

All that you touch
All that you see
All that you taste
All you feel.
All that you love
All that you hate
All you distrust
All you save.
All that you give
All that you deal
All that you buy,
Beg, borrow or steal.
All you create
All you destroy
All that you do
All that you say.
All that you eat
And everyone you meet
All that you slight
And everyone you fight.
All that is now
All that is gone
All thats to come
And everything under the sun is in tune
But the sun is eclipsed by the moon.

Pink Floyd. Ver aqui.

Beethoven no CCB

No âmbito do Ciclo de Piano do Projecto Beethoven 20068 (que nome!), fui ao CCB ouvir Giovanni Bellucci, num grande auditório cheio a metade. A versão para piano feita por Franz Liszt da 5ª Sinfonia de Beethoven é uma peça ambiciosa e de enorme fôlego que mostra a complexidade e riqueza do instrumento, e que requer grande técnica, dedicação e sensibilidade por parte do pianista que entusiasmou a plateia e que lhe retribuiu em palmas e bravos. O resultado é mais Lisztiano do que Beethoveniano, e se dúvidas houvesse a sonata seguinte (Hammerklavier, opus 106, supostamente uma das peças de piano de mais difícil execução) pode confirmá-lo. Gostei bastante do concerto e do pianista, apesar de uma série de crises de tosse que afligiu vários cantos da plateia durante o belíssimo 3º andamento da sonata: “convenientemente“ um adagio sostenuto cheio de momentos de pausas, de algum silêncio e de grande lirismo e delicadeza. Porque não esperaram para tossir pelo mais barulhento andamento seguinte?

Magnificat 11 (fim)

Gloria Patri, et Filio,
Et Spiritui Sanctu
Sicut erat in principio,
Et nunc, et semper,
Et in saecula saeculorum, Amen

Johann Sebastian Bach e Nikolaus Harnoncourt AQUI

Magnificat 6

Fecit potentiam in brachio suo, dispersit superbos mente cordis sui.

Johann Sebastian Bach e Nikolaus Harnoncourt AQUI

Magnificat 5

Et misericordia eius a progenie in progenies timentibus eum.

Johann Sebastian Bach e Nikolaus Harnoncourt AQUI

Magnificat 4

Quia fecit mihi magna qui potens est, et sanctum nomen eius.

Johann Sebastian Bach e Nikolaus Harnoncourt AQUI

Magnificat 3

Quia respexit humilitatem ancillæ suæ: ecce enim ex hoc beatam me dicent omnes generationes.

Johann Sebastian Bach e Nikolaus Harnoncourt AQUI

Magnificat 2

Et exultavit spiritus meus in Deo salutari meo.

Johann Sebastian Bach e Nikolaus Harnoncourt AQUI

Magnificat

Magnificat anima mea Dominum.

Johann Sebastian Bach e Nikolaus Harnoncourt AQUI

Me and Mrs Jones

Fiquei pasmada. Não sabia que ainda se cantava assim. Que ainda se faziam canções deste calibre. Se calhar estou enganada e é mais uma questão de “agora, voltou a cantar-se assim”. Seja como for, o cantor, a sua roupa, a voz, a música, a orquestra, a letra da canção, a presença no palco, tudo me parece anacronismo no seu estado puro, a fazer lembrar os idos anos de 50 ou 60. Tempos em que existiam Mrs Joneses e Mrs Robinsons. Vale a pena espreitar. (Link no fim)

Me and Mrs Jones, we got a thing going on
We both know that it's wrong
But it's much too strong to let it go now

We meet ev'ry day at the same cafe
Six-thirty I know she'll be there
Holding hands, making all kinds of plans
While the jukebox plays our favorite song

Me and Mrs, Mrs Jones, Mrs Jones, Mrs Jones
We got a thing going on
We both know that it's wrong
But it's much too strong to let it go now

We gotta be extra careful
That we don't build our hopes too high
Cause she's got her own obligations and so do I
Me, me and Mrs, Mrs Jones, Mrs Jones, Mrs Jones

Well, it's time for us to be leaving
And it hurts so much, it hurts so much inside
And now she'll go her way, I'll go mine
But tomorrow we'll meet at the same place, the same time
Me and Mrs Jones, Mrs Jones, Mrs Jones

Michael Boublé

Leaving New York

It's quiet now, and what it brings, is everything
comes calling back, a brilliant night, I'm still awake
I looked ahead, I'm sure I saw you there.
You don't need me to tell you now, that nothing can compare

You might've laughed if I told you,
You might have hidden your frown.
You might've succeeded in changing me,
I might've been turned around.
It's easier to leave than to be left behind,
Leaving was never my proud,
Leaving New York never easy,
I saw the light fading out.

Now life is sweet, and what it brings
I tried to take.
the loneliness it wears me out,
it lies in wake.
and all I've lost, you're in my eyes,
shatter a necklace across your thighs
i might've lived my life in a dream
but i swear it, this is real
memories refuses, and it shatters like glass
mercurial future, forget the past,
but it's you, it's what I feel

You might've laughed if I told you,
You might have hidden your frown.
You might've succeeded in changing me,
I might've been turned around.
It's easier to leave than to be left behind,
Leaving was never my proud,
Leaving New York never easy,
I saw the light fading out.

You find it in your heart, it's pulling me apart,
You find it in your heart, it's pulling me apart.

I told you, forever, I love you, forever

R.E.M.
Leaving New York

I Fell out of Bed

De vez em quando dou por mim a ouvir com atenção as letras das músicas e a perguntar-me se fazem algum sentido, se têm alguma qualidade, alguma sonoridade mais interessante ou se veiculam alguma ideia. Creio que tudo começou, há muito tempo, com um pedaço de refrão de uma música dos Bee Gees I Strated a Joke, da qual, durante muito tempo, eu só conhecia este pedaço de frase and I fell out if bed que me intrigava demais, e perguntava-me, com uma pontinha de indignação, como é que “cair da cama” podia estar numa letra de música tão pungente assim e que parecia ter um cunho algo dramático que nos desafiava enquanto ouvintes. Demorei muito tempo até mais ou menos conhecer o resto da letra, e mais ou menos perceber como é que o fell out of bed encaixava no sentido daquela canção. E encaixa, pelo menos tanto quanto todas aquelas frases fazem sentido. Eu gosto da canção. (Pode-se ouvir aqui)

Smoke gets in your eyes

They asked me how I knew
My true love was true
Oh, I of course replied
Something here inside cannot be denied

They said someday you'll find
All who love are blind
Oh, when your heart's on fire
You must realize
Smoke gets in your eyes

So I chaffed them and I gaily laughed
To think they could doubt my love
Yet today my love has flown away
I am without my love

Now laughing friends deride
Tears I can not hide
Oh, so I smile and say
When a lovely flame dies
Smoke gets in your eyes
Smoke gets in your eyes

The Platters

What Goes Around

(...)
What goes around, goes around, goes around
Comes all the way back around
What goes around, goes around, goes around
Comes all the way back around
What goes around, goes around, goes around
Comes all the way back around
What goes around, goes around, goes around
Comes all the way back around
(...)

Justin Timberlake