Dias de ausência no blog: viagem de Natal, recesso no estudos, preguiça generalizada, e agora viajar pra passar o ano novo em Pipa. Então, essa é a útlima atualização do ano. Na primeira semana de janeiro acaba minha folga, o que significa que o blog volta a ser atualizado diariamente.
Feliz ano novo para todos que visitam o blog (são poucos eu sei, mas o suficiente para me manter sempre em dia com esse espaço), que o próximo ano seja um ano em que possamos nos aprimorar sempre mais como seres humanos, que as artes sempre possam nos proporcionar os verdadeiros sentimentos, a verdadeira beleza das coisas, a verdadeira essência de nós mesmos, que novas músicas sejam criadas para arrebatar nossos ouvidos e corações, e que possamos descobrir novas belezes em músicas do passado. A boa música nunca vai morrer, amém.
E por falar em música, não posso esquecer o motivo do blog, e nada mais apropriado do que fechar o ano com a música The New Year, da banda Death Cab for Cutie. Até ano que vem, que já começa com show de Jorge Ben na praia, no dia 2. Estarei lá.
So this is the new year.
And i don't feel any different.
The clanking of crystal
Explosions off in the distance (in the distance).
So this is the new year
And I have no resolutions
For selfl assigned penance
For problems with easy solutions
So everybody put your best suit or dress on
Let's make believe that we are wealthy for just this once
Lighting firecrackers off on the front lawn
As thirty dialogues bleed into one
I wish the world was flat like the old days
Then i could travel just by folding a map
No more airplanes, or speedtrains, or freeways
There'd be no distance that can hold us back.
There'd be no distance that could hold us back [x2]
So this is the new year [x4]
terça-feira, 29 de dezembro de 2009
quarta-feira, 23 de dezembro de 2009
Twelve Days of Christmas
O Belle and Sebastian cantam uma música de Natal:
On the first day of Christmas,
my true love sent to me
A partridge in a pear tree.
On the second day of Christmas,
my true love sent to me
Two turtle doves,
And a partridge in a pear tree.
On the third day of Christmas,
my true love sent to me
Three French hens,
Two turtle doves,
And a partridge in a pear tree.
On the fourth day of Christmas,
my true love sent to me
Four calling birds,
Three French hens,
Two turtle doves,
And a partridge in a pear tree.
On the fifth day of Christmas,
my true love sent to me
Five golden rings,
Four calling birds,
Three French hens,
Two turtle doves,
And a partridge in a pear tree.
On the sixth day of Christmas,
my true love sent to me
Six geese a-laying,
Five golden rings,
Four calling birds,
Three French hens,
Two turtle doves,
And a partridge in a pear tree.
On the seventh day of Christmas,
my true love sent to me
Seven swans a-swimming,
Six geese a-laying,
Five golden rings,
Four calling birds,
Three French hens,
Two turtle doves,
And a partridge in a pear tree.
On the eighth day of Christmas,
my true love sent to me
Eight maids a-milking,
Seven swans a-swimming,
Six geese a-laying,
Five golden rings,
Four calling birds,
Three French hens,
Two turtle doves,
And a partridge in a pear tree.
On the ninth day of Christmas,
my true love sent to me
Nine ladies dancing,
Eight maids a-milking,
Seven swans a-swimming,
Six geese a-laying,
Five golden rings,
Four calling birds,
Three French hens,
Two turtle doves,
And a partridge in a pear tree.
On the tenth day of Christmas,
my true love sent to me
Ten lords a-leaping,
Nine ladies dancing,
Eight maids a-milking,
Seven swans a-swimming,
Six geese a-laying,
Five golden rings,
Four calling birds,
Three French hens,
Two turtle doves,
And a partridge in a pear tree.
On the eleventh day of Christmas,
my true love sent to me
Eleven pipers piping,
Ten lords a-leaping,
Nine ladies dancing,
Eight maids a-milking,
Seven swans a-swimming,
Six geese a-laying,
Five golden rings,
Four calling birds,
Three French hens,
Two turtle doves,
And a partridge in a pear tree.
On the twelfth day of Christmas,
my true love sent to me
Twelve drummers drumming,
Eleven pipers piping,
Ten lords a-leaping,
Nine ladies dancing,
Eight maids a-milking,
Seven swans a-swimming,
Six geese a-laying,
Five golden rings,
Four calling birds,
Three French hens,
Two turtle doves,
And a partridge in a pear tree!
On the first day of Christmas,
my true love sent to me
A partridge in a pear tree.
On the second day of Christmas,
my true love sent to me
Two turtle doves,
And a partridge in a pear tree.
On the third day of Christmas,
my true love sent to me
Three French hens,
Two turtle doves,
And a partridge in a pear tree.
On the fourth day of Christmas,
my true love sent to me
Four calling birds,
Three French hens,
Two turtle doves,
And a partridge in a pear tree.
On the fifth day of Christmas,
my true love sent to me
Five golden rings,
Four calling birds,
Three French hens,
Two turtle doves,
And a partridge in a pear tree.
On the sixth day of Christmas,
my true love sent to me
Six geese a-laying,
Five golden rings,
Four calling birds,
Three French hens,
Two turtle doves,
And a partridge in a pear tree.
On the seventh day of Christmas,
my true love sent to me
Seven swans a-swimming,
Six geese a-laying,
Five golden rings,
Four calling birds,
Three French hens,
Two turtle doves,
And a partridge in a pear tree.
On the eighth day of Christmas,
my true love sent to me
Eight maids a-milking,
Seven swans a-swimming,
Six geese a-laying,
Five golden rings,
Four calling birds,
Three French hens,
Two turtle doves,
And a partridge in a pear tree.
On the ninth day of Christmas,
my true love sent to me
Nine ladies dancing,
Eight maids a-milking,
Seven swans a-swimming,
Six geese a-laying,
Five golden rings,
Four calling birds,
Three French hens,
Two turtle doves,
And a partridge in a pear tree.
On the tenth day of Christmas,
my true love sent to me
Ten lords a-leaping,
Nine ladies dancing,
Eight maids a-milking,
Seven swans a-swimming,
Six geese a-laying,
Five golden rings,
Four calling birds,
Three French hens,
Two turtle doves,
And a partridge in a pear tree.
On the eleventh day of Christmas,
my true love sent to me
Eleven pipers piping,
Ten lords a-leaping,
Nine ladies dancing,
Eight maids a-milking,
Seven swans a-swimming,
Six geese a-laying,
Five golden rings,
Four calling birds,
Three French hens,
Two turtle doves,
And a partridge in a pear tree.
On the twelfth day of Christmas,
my true love sent to me
Twelve drummers drumming,
Eleven pipers piping,
Ten lords a-leaping,
Nine ladies dancing,
Eight maids a-milking,
Seven swans a-swimming,
Six geese a-laying,
Five golden rings,
Four calling birds,
Three French hens,
Two turtle doves,
And a partridge in a pear tree!
terça-feira, 22 de dezembro de 2009
Christmas at the Zoo
De volta a João Pessoa depois de 4 dias em Maceió pra fazer concurso, e de volta ao blog obviamente. Essa semana é Natal, então só músicas de Natal, ou no meu caso, músicas das bandas que eu gosto que tenha a ver com Natal. Começando com The Flaming Lips, com a música Christmas at the Zoo, do álbum Clouds Taste Metallic.
There wasn't any snow on Christmas eve and I knew what I
should do, I thought I'd free the animals all locked up at the zoo
I opened up the fence where the peacocks were, the lamas were
unleashed the snakes and seals could all get out, but they
Refused to leave....
All of the animals agreed they're not happy at the zoos
But they preferred to save themselves, they seemed to think
they could...
The elephants, orangutans, all the birds and kangaroos all said
thanks but no thanks man, but to be concerned is good...
It started to snow on Christmas Eve in the middle of the night
walkin through the state park zoo and everything is white...
There wasn't any snow on Christmas eve and I knew what I
should do, I thought I'd free the animals all locked up at the zoo
I opened up the fence where the peacocks were, the lamas were
unleashed the snakes and seals could all get out, but they
Refused to leave....
All of the animals agreed they're not happy at the zoos
But they preferred to save themselves, they seemed to think
they could...
The elephants, orangutans, all the birds and kangaroos all said
thanks but no thanks man, but to be concerned is good...
It started to snow on Christmas Eve in the middle of the night
walkin through the state park zoo and everything is white...
sexta-feira, 18 de dezembro de 2009
Liberdade
Música de Marcelo Camelo que está em seu cd solo, "Sou", lançado em 2008. Esse dueto com Dominguinhos ficou espetacular, e a música é belíssima.
Perceber aquilo que se tem de bom no viver é um dom
Daqui não
Eu vivo a vida na ilusão
Entre o chão e os ares
Vou sonhando em outros ares, vou
Fingindo ser o que eu já sou
Fingindo ser o que eu já sou
Mesmo sem me libertar eu vou
É Deus, parece que vai ser nós dois até o final
Eu vou ver o jogo se realizar de um lugar seguro
De que vale ser aqui
De que vale ser aqui
Onde a vida é de sonhar?
Liberdade
Perceber aquilo que se tem de bom no viver é um dom
Daqui não
Eu vivo a vida na ilusão
Entre o chão e os ares
Vou sonhando em outros ares, vou
Fingindo ser o que eu já sou
Fingindo ser o que eu já sou
Mesmo sem me libertar eu vou
É Deus, parece que vai ser nós dois até o final
Eu vou ver o jogo se realizar de um lugar seguro
De que vale ser aqui
De que vale ser aqui
Onde a vida é de sonhar?
Liberdade
quarta-feira, 16 de dezembro de 2009
Objects Of My Affection
Música do trio sueco Peter, Bjorn e John. O vocal tá lembrando John Lennon.
I remember when, when i first moved here,
a long time ago,
´cause i heard some song i used to hear back then,
a lone time ago.
i remember when, even further back,
in another town,
´cause i saw something written i used to say back then,
hard to comprehend
and the question is, was i more alive
then than i am now?
i happily have to disagree;
i laugh more often now, i cry more often now,
i am more me.
but of cause some days, i just lie around
and hardly exist,
and can´t tell apart what i´m eating
from my hand or my wrist.
´cause flesh is flesh, flesh as flesh as flesh,
the difference is thin.
but life has a certian ability or breating new
life into me,
so i breathe it in.
it says here we are, and we all are here,
and you still can make sense,
if you just show up and present an honest face,
instead of that grin.
and the other day, this new friend of mine
said something to me
"just because something starts differently,
doesn´t mean it´s worth less."
and i soaked it in, how i soaked it in,
how i soaked it in
and just as to prove how right he was,
then you came.
so i´m gonna give, yes i´m gonna give,
i´m gonna give you a try,
so i´m gonna give, yes i´m gonna give,
i´m gonna give you a try
I remember when, when i first moved here,
a long time ago,
´cause i heard some song i used to hear back then,
a lone time ago.
i remember when, even further back,
in another town,
´cause i saw something written i used to say back then,
hard to comprehend
and the question is, was i more alive
then than i am now?
i happily have to disagree;
i laugh more often now, i cry more often now,
i am more me.
but of cause some days, i just lie around
and hardly exist,
and can´t tell apart what i´m eating
from my hand or my wrist.
´cause flesh is flesh, flesh as flesh as flesh,
the difference is thin.
but life has a certian ability or breating new
life into me,
so i breathe it in.
it says here we are, and we all are here,
and you still can make sense,
if you just show up and present an honest face,
instead of that grin.
and the other day, this new friend of mine
said something to me
"just because something starts differently,
doesn´t mean it´s worth less."
and i soaked it in, how i soaked it in,
how i soaked it in
and just as to prove how right he was,
then you came.
so i´m gonna give, yes i´m gonna give,
i´m gonna give you a try,
so i´m gonna give, yes i´m gonna give,
i´m gonna give you a try
terça-feira, 15 de dezembro de 2009
So Here We Are
Essa música faz parte do ótimo álbum de estréia da banda inglesa Bloc Party, lançado em 2005, chamado Silent Alarm. A banda tem suas influências na sonoridade da década de 80, notadamente The Cure e Sonic Youth.
I caught a glimpse, but its been forgotten
So here we are again
I made a vow, to carry you home... home
I really tried to do what you wanted
It all went wrong again
I made a vow, to carry you home
If you fall sick, if you pass out
I figured it out, I can see again
I caught a glimpse, but its been forgotten
So here we are again
I made a vow, to carry you home... home
I really tried to do what you wanted
It all went wrong again
I made a vow, to carry you home
If you fall sick, if you pass out
I figured it out, I can see again
segunda-feira, 14 de dezembro de 2009
Running Dry
Ontem foi um domingo regado a cerveja e boa música aqui em casa, e obviamente não faltou a lenda viva Neil Young. Esta música, Running Dry, está no segundo disco, de 1969, e ontem rolou duas vezes seguidas, merecidamente.
Oh, please help me, oh please help me,
I'm livin' by myself.
I need someone to comfort me,
I need someone to tell.
I'm sorry for the things I've done,
I've shamed myself with lies,
But soon these things are overcome
And can't be recognized.
I left my love with ribbons on
And water in her eyes.
I took from her the love I'd won
And turned it to the sky.
I'm sorry for the things I've done,
I've shamed myself with lies,
My cruelty has punctured me
And now I'm running dry.
I'm sorry for the things I've done,
I've shamed myself with lies.
But soon these things are overcome
And can't be recognized.
Oh, please help me, oh please help me,
I'm livin' by myself.
I need someone to comfort me,
I need someone to tell.
I'm sorry for the things I've done,
I've shamed myself with lies,
But soon these things are overcome
And can't be recognized.
I left my love with ribbons on
And water in her eyes.
I took from her the love I'd won
And turned it to the sky.
I'm sorry for the things I've done,
I've shamed myself with lies,
My cruelty has punctured me
And now I'm running dry.
I'm sorry for the things I've done,
I've shamed myself with lies.
But soon these things are overcome
And can't be recognized.
quinta-feira, 10 de dezembro de 2009
Miss Trudy
Música da banda galesa Gorky's Zygotic Mynci, que gravita em torno do folk, psicodélico e rock com extrema beleza em suas melodias. Pena que terminou em 2006, mas pelo menos deixou um legado de 10 álbuns (pra constar, o primeiro disco é de 1992).
I was about 7 when I first started having violin lessons.
One minute she was fine, the next she started throwing her violins across the room.
Miss Trudy, she teaches all the girls to sing
Miss Trudy, she teaches the violin
But when the girls turned into pretty, pretty things she
Dried her eyes and cried.
Miss Trudy, she smashed up all her violins
Miss Trudy, she taught all the girls to sing
And when she cries, she cries for only her
The remains of twenty wooden violins scattered across the floor
And when she cries, she cries only for her
Her teardrops fall on my violin on the floor
Miss Trudy, at least you taught the girls to sing
I was about 7 when I first started having violin lessons.
One minute she was fine, the next she started throwing her violins across the room.
Miss Trudy, she teaches all the girls to sing
Miss Trudy, she teaches the violin
But when the girls turned into pretty, pretty things she
Dried her eyes and cried.
Miss Trudy, she smashed up all her violins
Miss Trudy, she taught all the girls to sing
And when she cries, she cries for only her
The remains of twenty wooden violins scattered across the floor
And when she cries, she cries only for her
Her teardrops fall on my violin on the floor
Miss Trudy, at least you taught the girls to sing
quarta-feira, 9 de dezembro de 2009
Popular
Ontem foi feriado, portanto nada de atualização, passei quase o dia todo vendo True Blood, a segunda temporada, e estudei um tantinho.
Voltando à programação normal hoje tem Nada Surf, uma banda que se iniciou na década de 90, e fez um certo sucesso no mainstream com essa deliciosa música de 1996 lançada com o primeiro álbum da banda. A banda ainda está na ativa e continua fazendo um indie que , se não inova, pelo menos se mantém sempre agradável, com seus 5 álbuns lançados.
Three important rules for breaking up
Don't put off breaking up when you know you want to
Prolonging the situation only makes it worse
Tell him honestly, simply, kindly, but firmly
Don't make a big production
Don't make up an elaborate story
This will help you avoid a big tear jerking scene
If you wanna date other people say so
Be prepared for the boy to feel hurt and rejected
Even if you've gone together for only a short time,
And haven't been too serious,
There's still a feeling of rejection
When someone says she preferres the company of others
To your exclusive company,
But if you're honest, and direct,
And avoid making a flowery emotional speech when you brake the news,
The boy will respect you for your frankness,
And honestly he'll apeciate the kind of straight foward manner
In which you told him your decision
Unless he's a real jerk or a cry baby you will remain friends
I'm head of the class
'm popular
I'm a quarter back
I'm popular
My mom says I'm a catch
I'm popular
I'm never last picked
I got a cheerleader chick
Being attractive is the most important thing there is
If you wanna catch the biggest fish in your pond
You have to be as attractive as possible
Make sure to keep your hair spotless and clean
Wash it at least every two weeks
Once every two weeks
And if you see Jhonny football hero in the hall
Tell him he played a great game
Tell him you like his article in the newspaper
I'm the party star
I'm popular
I've got my own car
I'm popular
I'll never get caught
I'm popular
I make football bets
I'm a teachers pet.
I propose we support a one month limit on going steady
I think It will keep you both more able to deal with weird situation
And get to know more people
I think if you're ready to go out with Johnny
Now's the time to tell him about your one month limit
He wont mind he'll apreciate your fresh look on dating
And once you've dated someone else you can date him again
I'm sure he'll like it
Everyone will appreciate it
You so novel what a good idea
You can keep your time to your self
You don't need date insurance
You can go out with whoever you want to
Every boy, every boy, in the whole world could be yours
If you'll just listen to my plan
THE TEENAGE GUIDE TO POPULARITY
Voltando à programação normal hoje tem Nada Surf, uma banda que se iniciou na década de 90, e fez um certo sucesso no mainstream com essa deliciosa música de 1996 lançada com o primeiro álbum da banda. A banda ainda está na ativa e continua fazendo um indie que , se não inova, pelo menos se mantém sempre agradável, com seus 5 álbuns lançados.
Three important rules for breaking up
Don't put off breaking up when you know you want to
Prolonging the situation only makes it worse
Tell him honestly, simply, kindly, but firmly
Don't make a big production
Don't make up an elaborate story
This will help you avoid a big tear jerking scene
If you wanna date other people say so
Be prepared for the boy to feel hurt and rejected
Even if you've gone together for only a short time,
And haven't been too serious,
There's still a feeling of rejection
When someone says she preferres the company of others
To your exclusive company,
But if you're honest, and direct,
And avoid making a flowery emotional speech when you brake the news,
The boy will respect you for your frankness,
And honestly he'll apeciate the kind of straight foward manner
In which you told him your decision
Unless he's a real jerk or a cry baby you will remain friends
I'm head of the class
'm popular
I'm a quarter back
I'm popular
My mom says I'm a catch
I'm popular
I'm never last picked
I got a cheerleader chick
Being attractive is the most important thing there is
If you wanna catch the biggest fish in your pond
You have to be as attractive as possible
Make sure to keep your hair spotless and clean
Wash it at least every two weeks
Once every two weeks
And if you see Jhonny football hero in the hall
Tell him he played a great game
Tell him you like his article in the newspaper
I'm the party star
I'm popular
I've got my own car
I'm popular
I'll never get caught
I'm popular
I make football bets
I'm a teachers pet.
I propose we support a one month limit on going steady
I think It will keep you both more able to deal with weird situation
And get to know more people
I think if you're ready to go out with Johnny
Now's the time to tell him about your one month limit
He wont mind he'll apreciate your fresh look on dating
And once you've dated someone else you can date him again
I'm sure he'll like it
Everyone will appreciate it
You so novel what a good idea
You can keep your time to your self
You don't need date insurance
You can go out with whoever you want to
Every boy, every boy, in the whole world could be yours
If you'll just listen to my plan
THE TEENAGE GUIDE TO POPULARITY
segunda-feira, 7 de dezembro de 2009
Threads
Que achado essa banda de pós-rock texana, This Will Destroy You, que eu coloquei no último post. Hoje repito a dose com mais uma música de tirar o fôlego.
sexta-feira, 4 de dezembro de 2009
I Believe In Your Victory
A maioria das propagandas de carro que eu vejo ultimamente tem músicas boas. A última que me chamou muito a atenção foi o comercial do Chevrolet Captiva, na qual um cara faz um desenho gigante do rosto da mulher na areia. Nesse comercial toca uma música que é um espetáculo, eu pensei inicialmente que fosse da banda Explosions in the Sky, banda do Texas de pós-rock que eu adoro, mas não consegui identificar a música. Então fui pesquisar e descobri que na verdade se trata de outra banda de pós-rock do Texas que eu não conhecia, chamada This Will Destroy You. Eles tem um álbum lançado em 2008, que vou tratar de ouvir o quanto antes, porque a tirar por essa música, I Believe in your Victory, deve ser um espetáculo de disco.
quinta-feira, 3 de dezembro de 2009
New Romantic
Essa coisinha lindinha aí do vídeo é a Laura Marling, cantora inglesa de folk de apenas 19 anos que já mostra grande talento, tem um álbum lançado. Ela me lembrou de cara a Joni Mitchel, o que já me ganhou de primeira (além de ser, como já disse, muito lindinha).
I know I said I loved you but I'm thinking I was wrong,
I'm the first to admit that I'm still pretty young,
and I never meant to hurt you when I wrote you ten love songs.
but a guy that I could never get 'cause his girlfriend was pretty fit
and everyone who knew her loved her so.
and I made you leave her for me and now I'm feeling pretty mean,
but my mind has fucked me over more times than any man could ever know.
Maybe I should give up, give in,
give up trying to be thin,
give up and turn into my mother,
god knows I love her.
and I'm sorry to which ever man should meet my sorry state,
watch my steady lonesome gait and beware.
I would never love a man 'cause love and pain go hand in hand
and I can't do it again.
So we stayed up late one night to try and get our problems right,
but I couldn't get into his head just what was going through my mind,
and I think he knew where I was going
he put Ryan Adams on
I think he thinks it makes me weak
it only ever makes me strong.
I've got this friend who sounds just like him,
now he's the man I'd leave you for, the man that I just adore like you.
The same man, he turns to me he said I've got to tell you how i feel,
Find More lyrics at www.sweetslyrics.com
if god could make the perfect girl for me it would be you
and my god told me not tell about how much do you love your fella?"
I don't know more everyday
not in this new romantic way.
I'll always be your first love, you'll always be my first love.
And I'm sorry to which ever man should meet my sorry state
watch my steady lonesome gait and beware,
I will never love a man 'cause I could never hurt a man in this way.
I will never love a man cause I could never hurt a man, not in this new romantic way.
I know I said I loved you but I'm thinking I was wrong,
I'm the first to admit that I'm still pretty young,
and I never meant to hurt you when I wrote you ten love songs.
but a guy that I could never get 'cause his girlfriend was pretty fit
and everyone who knew her loved her so.
and I made you leave her for me and now I'm feeling pretty mean,
but my mind has fucked me over more times than any man could ever know.
Maybe I should give up, give in,
give up trying to be thin,
give up and turn into my mother,
god knows I love her.
and I'm sorry to which ever man should meet my sorry state,
watch my steady lonesome gait and beware.
I would never love a man 'cause love and pain go hand in hand
and I can't do it again.
So we stayed up late one night to try and get our problems right,
but I couldn't get into his head just what was going through my mind,
and I think he knew where I was going
he put Ryan Adams on
I think he thinks it makes me weak
it only ever makes me strong.
I've got this friend who sounds just like him,
now he's the man I'd leave you for, the man that I just adore like you.
The same man, he turns to me he said I've got to tell you how i feel,
Find More lyrics at www.sweetslyrics.com
if god could make the perfect girl for me it would be you
and my god told me not tell about how much do you love your fella?"
I don't know more everyday
not in this new romantic way.
I'll always be your first love, you'll always be my first love.
And I'm sorry to which ever man should meet my sorry state
watch my steady lonesome gait and beware,
I will never love a man 'cause I could never hurt a man in this way.
I will never love a man cause I could never hurt a man, not in this new romantic way.
quarta-feira, 2 de dezembro de 2009
I'm Amazed
Colocando My Morning Jacket mais uma vez essa semana.
im amazed in the quiet ocean
im amazed at your wrong devotion
im amazed at what the people saying
im amazed by a divided nation
like the middle of the earth
i get disrupted
im amazed at all that has been
im amazed at all who be
im amazed at the tv stations
im amazed what they want me to believe
after all is said and done
now lets seek justice
im amazed at the evoltion
im amazed at the lack of faith
im amazed at love we are rejected
im amazed that we accepted this place
like the middle of the earth and the middle of the ages
like a river i get disrupted
im amazed
im amaaaaaaaaaazed......
im amazed
im amazed in the quiet ocean
im amazed at your wrong devotion
im amazed at what the people saying
im amazed by a divided nation
like the middle of the earth
i get disrupted
im amazed at all that has been
im amazed at all who be
im amazed at the tv stations
im amazed what they want me to believe
after all is said and done
now lets seek justice
im amazed at the evoltion
im amazed at the lack of faith
im amazed at love we are rejected
im amazed that we accepted this place
like the middle of the earth and the middle of the ages
like a river i get disrupted
im amazed
im amaaaaaaaaaazed......
im amazed
terça-feira, 1 de dezembro de 2009
No One's Gonna Love You
Band of Horses é uma banda de Seattle formada em 2004, tem dois discos, e os dois são muito bons, as músicas são todas belíssimas, e a voz do vocalista as vezes lembra Neil Young.
It's looking like a limb torn off
Or altogether just taken apart
We're reeling through an endless fall
We are the ever-living ghost of what once was
But no one is ever gonna love you more than I do
No one's gonna love you more than I do
And anything to make you smile
It is my better side of you to admire
But they should never take so long
Just to be over then back to another one
But no one is ever gonna love you more than I do
No one's gonna love you more than I do
But someone,
They could have warned you
When things start splitting at the seams and now
The whole thing's tumbling down
Things start splitting at the seams and now
If things start splitting at the seams and now,
It's tumbling down
Hard.
Anything to make you smile
You are the ever-living ghost of what once was
I never want to hear you say
That you'd be better off
Or you liked it that way
But no one is ever gonna love you more than I do
No one's gonna love you more than I do
But someone
They should have warned you
When things start splitting at the seams and now
The whole thing's tumbling down
Things start splitting at the seams and now
If things start splitting at the seams and now,
It's tumbling down
Hard
It's looking like a limb torn off
Or altogether just taken apart
We're reeling through an endless fall
We are the ever-living ghost of what once was
But no one is ever gonna love you more than I do
No one's gonna love you more than I do
And anything to make you smile
It is my better side of you to admire
But they should never take so long
Just to be over then back to another one
But no one is ever gonna love you more than I do
No one's gonna love you more than I do
But someone,
They could have warned you
When things start splitting at the seams and now
The whole thing's tumbling down
Things start splitting at the seams and now
If things start splitting at the seams and now,
It's tumbling down
Hard.
Anything to make you smile
You are the ever-living ghost of what once was
I never want to hear you say
That you'd be better off
Or you liked it that way
But no one is ever gonna love you more than I do
No one's gonna love you more than I do
But someone
They should have warned you
When things start splitting at the seams and now
The whole thing's tumbling down
Things start splitting at the seams and now
If things start splitting at the seams and now,
It's tumbling down
Hard
segunda-feira, 30 de novembro de 2009
One Big Holiday
Depois de voltar de viagem, é hora de atualizar o blog. Hoje trago a banda My Morning Jacket. Esses cabeludões loucos aí do vídeo não são uma banda de metal headbangers (só tem essa aparência), mas sim uma banda indie com influências do rock psicodélico, country rock, folk, Neil Young, entre outras.
quinta-feira, 26 de novembro de 2009
We Used to Vacation
Ontem coloquei Delta Spirit, que mistura rock com um pouco de soul. Hoje, seguindo a mesma linha, trago Cold War Kids. O som é também uma mistura de rock com soul, só que o Cold War Kids vai mais longe, fazendo um som mais trabalhado, também influenciado pelo blues, por Bob Dylan, pelo Velvet Underground, entre outras coisas. É um som rico em texturas, que vale a pena conhecer. A música de hoje é do primeiro álbum, Robbers and Cowards, de 2007.
I kissed the kids at noon
then stumbled out the room
I caught a cab
ran up a tab
on 7th and flower
best recital I had to ruin
missed my son's graduation
punched the Nickles boy
for taking his seat
gets all that anger from me
still things could be much worse
natural disasters on the evening news
still things could be much worse
we still got our health
my paycheck in the mail
I promised to my wife and children
I'd never touch another drink
as long as I live
but even then
it sounds so soothing
this will blow over in time
this will all blow over in time
I'm just an honest man
provide for me and mine
I give a check to tax deductable
charity organizations
two weks paid vacation won't heal the damage done
I need another one
still things could be much worse
natural disasters on the evening news
still things could be much worse
we still got our health
my paycheck in the mail
I promised to my wife and children
I'd never touch another drink
as long as I live
but even then
it sounds so soothing
to mix a drink
and sink into oblivion
I promised to my wife and children
that accident
left everyone a little shook up
but at the meetings
I felt so empty
this will blow over in time
this will all blow over in time
I kissed the kids at noon
then stumbled out the room
I caught a cab
ran up a tab
on 7th and flower
best recital I had to ruin
missed my son's graduation
punched the Nickles boy
for taking his seat
gets all that anger from me
still things could be much worse
natural disasters on the evening news
still things could be much worse
we still got our health
my paycheck in the mail
I promised to my wife and children
I'd never touch another drink
as long as I live
but even then
it sounds so soothing
this will blow over in time
this will all blow over in time
I'm just an honest man
provide for me and mine
I give a check to tax deductable
charity organizations
two weks paid vacation won't heal the damage done
I need another one
still things could be much worse
natural disasters on the evening news
still things could be much worse
we still got our health
my paycheck in the mail
I promised to my wife and children
I'd never touch another drink
as long as I live
but even then
it sounds so soothing
to mix a drink
and sink into oblivion
I promised to my wife and children
that accident
left everyone a little shook up
but at the meetings
I felt so empty
this will blow over in time
this will all blow over in time
quarta-feira, 25 de novembro de 2009
Strange Vine
A banda californiana Delta Spirit tem um som espetacular, uma mistura de rock e soul que é uma beleza.
It’s such a strange vine
Wrapped around my neck
All twisted up between my stem
Between my stem
I’m tripping and fallen over
Things we just couldn’t get over
I tried my best
Get it off my chest
Songs we never wrote
Seeds they wouldn’t sow
We’re taken it all to the end
And we’re planting our own garden
The sun came while you were shining
The time flew while we were writing
Symphony in the key of D
Songs that had lost their luster
Finally they found their color
Oh
Songs we never wrote
Seeds they wouldn’t sow
We’re taking it all to the end
And we’re planting our own garden
We made jokes about starting a new band
6 years working this whole plan
maybe I’ll make a home with you
its been a straight life and its
preacher living
these break lights city limits
I can’t afford the truth
We are two indians in the same canoe
Maybe I’ll just start something new
We’re taking it all to the end
And we’re planting our own garden
We’re taking it all to the end
We’re planting our own garden
We’re planting our own garden
Planting our own garden
It’s such a strange vine
Wrapped around my neck
All twisted up between my stem
Between my stem
I’m tripping and fallen over
Things we just couldn’t get over
I tried my best
Get it off my chest
Songs we never wrote
Seeds they wouldn’t sow
We’re taken it all to the end
And we’re planting our own garden
The sun came while you were shining
The time flew while we were writing
Symphony in the key of D
Songs that had lost their luster
Finally they found their color
Oh
Songs we never wrote
Seeds they wouldn’t sow
We’re taking it all to the end
And we’re planting our own garden
We made jokes about starting a new band
6 years working this whole plan
maybe I’ll make a home with you
its been a straight life and its
preacher living
these break lights city limits
I can’t afford the truth
We are two indians in the same canoe
Maybe I’ll just start something new
We’re taking it all to the end
And we’re planting our own garden
We’re taking it all to the end
We’re planting our own garden
We’re planting our own garden
Planting our own garden
terça-feira, 24 de novembro de 2009
Two Doors Down
Os anos 80 foram uma época estranha, talvez a mais brega que já houve (olhem os penteados). Esse vídeo e música dos Mystery Jets são uma homenagem bem humorada a década de 80, pura diversão.
I think I'm in love,
With the girl next door
It's driving me crazy
I can't take it anymore
I hear her playing the drums late at night
The neighbours complain but thats the kind of girl I like
And maybe I should call her up
And buy her a round
Maybe I should move to another town
But when I hear those drums late at night
I know I'm in love
With a girl who lives
Two Doors Down
I think I'm in love with a girl who lives
Two Doors Down
I think I'm in love with a girl who lives
Two Doors Down
I think I'm in love with a girl who lives
Two Doors Down
I think I'm in love
She and her friends sit at the back of the bus
But I'm always to shy to work the courage up
I hear that she likes to dance around the room
To a worn out 12" of Marquee Moon
And maybe I should say "What's up?"
And buy her a round
Or take her for a spin around the town
Cos when I hear those drums late at night
I know I'm in love
With a girl who lives
Two Doors Down
I think I'm in love with a girl who lives
Two Doors Down
I think I'm in love with a girl who lives
Two Doors Down
I think I'm in love with a girl who lives
Two Doors Down
I think I'm in love with a girl who lives
Two Doors Down
I think I'm in love
Two Doors Down
I think I'm in love
I think I'm in love with a girl who lives
Two Doors Down
I think I'm in love
Two Doors Down
I think I'm in love
I think I'm in love with a girl who lives
Two Doors Down
I think I'm in love with a girl who lives
And maybe I should call her up
And buy her a round
And one day we could move to another town
Cos when I hear those drums late at night
I know I'm in love
In love with a girl who lives
Two Doors Down
I think I'm in love with a girl who lives
Two Doors Down
I think I'm in love with a girl who lives
Two Doors Down
I think I'm in love with a girl who lives
Two Doors Down
I think I'm in love with a girl who lives
Two Doors Down
I think I'm in love
Two Doors Down
I think I'm in love
I think I'm in love with a girl who lives
Two Doors Down
I think I'm in love
Two Doors Down
I think I'm in love
I think I'm in love with a girl who lives
Two Doors Down
I think I'm in love,
With the girl next door
It's driving me crazy
I can't take it anymore
I hear her playing the drums late at night
The neighbours complain but thats the kind of girl I like
And maybe I should call her up
And buy her a round
Maybe I should move to another town
But when I hear those drums late at night
I know I'm in love
With a girl who lives
Two Doors Down
I think I'm in love with a girl who lives
Two Doors Down
I think I'm in love with a girl who lives
Two Doors Down
I think I'm in love with a girl who lives
Two Doors Down
I think I'm in love
She and her friends sit at the back of the bus
But I'm always to shy to work the courage up
I hear that she likes to dance around the room
To a worn out 12" of Marquee Moon
And maybe I should say "What's up?"
And buy her a round
Or take her for a spin around the town
Cos when I hear those drums late at night
I know I'm in love
With a girl who lives
Two Doors Down
I think I'm in love with a girl who lives
Two Doors Down
I think I'm in love with a girl who lives
Two Doors Down
I think I'm in love with a girl who lives
Two Doors Down
I think I'm in love with a girl who lives
Two Doors Down
I think I'm in love
Two Doors Down
I think I'm in love
I think I'm in love with a girl who lives
Two Doors Down
I think I'm in love
Two Doors Down
I think I'm in love
I think I'm in love with a girl who lives
Two Doors Down
I think I'm in love with a girl who lives
And maybe I should call her up
And buy her a round
And one day we could move to another town
Cos when I hear those drums late at night
I know I'm in love
In love with a girl who lives
Two Doors Down
I think I'm in love with a girl who lives
Two Doors Down
I think I'm in love with a girl who lives
Two Doors Down
I think I'm in love with a girl who lives
Two Doors Down
I think I'm in love with a girl who lives
Two Doors Down
I think I'm in love
Two Doors Down
I think I'm in love
I think I'm in love with a girl who lives
Two Doors Down
I think I'm in love
Two Doors Down
I think I'm in love
I think I'm in love with a girl who lives
Two Doors Down
segunda-feira, 23 de novembro de 2009
Silent Sigh
A música do filme Um Grande Garoto é toda feita por Badly Drawn Boy, a banda de um homem só do Damon Gough. É um filme bacana com uma trilha sonora espetacular.
Come see what we all talk about
People moving to the moon
Stop baby don't go stop here
Never stop living here
Till it eats the heart from your soul
Keeps down the sound of your
Silent sigh
Silent sigh, silent sigh silent sigh
Keeps down all move me down
Could we love eachother
Come see what we all talk about
People moving to the moon
Stop baby don't go stop here
Never stop living here
Till it eats the heart from your soul
Keeps down the sound of your
Silent sigh
Silent sigh, silent sigh silent sigh
Keeps down all move me down
But don't love eachother
No don't love eachother
Never gonna be the same
Come see what we all talk about
People moving to the moon
Stop baby don't go stop here
Never stop living here
Till it eats the heart from your soul
Keeps down the sound of your
Silent sigh
Silent sigh, silent sigh silent sigh
Keeps down all move me down
Could we love eachother
Come see what we all talk about
People moving to the moon
Stop baby don't go stop here
Never stop living here
Till it eats the heart from your soul
Keeps down the sound of your
Silent sigh
Silent sigh, silent sigh silent sigh
Keeps down all move me down
But don't love eachother
No don't love eachother
Never gonna be the same
sexta-feira, 20 de novembro de 2009
Goodbye Blue Sky
Hoje coloco mais um vídeo com animação, com uma obra-prima do Pink Floyd, a música Goodbye Blue Sky, do álbum The Wall. O vídeo é retirado do filme The Wall, e tem uma força visual incrível, cheio de símbolos sinistros que bem representam o horror da guerra.
"Look mummy, there's an aeroplane up in the sky"
Oooooooo ooo ooo ooo ooooh(x 2)
Did-did-did-did-you see the frightened ones?
Did-did-did-did-you hear the falling bombs?
Did-did-did-did-you ever wonder why we had to run for shelter
When the promise of a brave new world
Unfurled beneath the clear blue sky?
Oooooooo ooo ooo ooo ooooh (x 1)
Did-did-did-did-you see the frightened ones?
Did-did-did-did-you hear the falling bombs?
The flames are all long gone, but the pain lingers on.
Goodbye, blue sky
Goodbye, blue sky.
Goodbye.(x 2)
"Look mummy, there's an aeroplane up in the sky"
Oooooooo ooo ooo ooo ooooh(x 2)
Did-did-did-did-you see the frightened ones?
Did-did-did-did-you hear the falling bombs?
Did-did-did-did-you ever wonder why we had to run for shelter
When the promise of a brave new world
Unfurled beneath the clear blue sky?
Oooooooo ooo ooo ooo ooooh (x 1)
Did-did-did-did-you see the frightened ones?
Did-did-did-did-you hear the falling bombs?
The flames are all long gone, but the pain lingers on.
Goodbye, blue sky
Goodbye, blue sky.
Goodbye.(x 2)
quinta-feira, 19 de novembro de 2009
Starmoonsun
A música é da banda galesa Gorky's Zygotic Mynci (não me pergunte como se pronuncia), que infelizmente acabou em 2006. O desenho é do mestre Max Fleischer, de 1935 e se chama The Song of Birds, um pequeno conto cuja tristeza pode trazes lágrimas aos olhos dos mais sensíveis. A música acabou casando perfeitamente com o tom do desenho, principalmente quando a banda canta "and when you cry, there is no sky".
I'll tell you something
You can dance till you don't exist
But it never used to be like this
The sun sets over the water
And shines in my eyes
The stars and the moon are falling
Right out of the skies
And when you cry
There is no sky
The sun sets over the water
And shines in my eyes
The stars and the moon are falling
Right out of the skies
la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la...
And when you cry
There is no sky
I'll tell you something
You can dance till you don't exist
But it never used to be like this
The sun sets over the water
And shines in my eyes
The stars and the moon are falling
Right out of the skies
And when you cry
There is no sky
The sun sets over the water
And shines in my eyes
The stars and the moon are falling
Right out of the skies
la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la...
And when you cry
There is no sky
quarta-feira, 18 de novembro de 2009
Strawberry Fields Forever
Mais um espetacular cover que Noel faz pra uma música dos Beatles. Pra causar arrepios.
terça-feira, 17 de novembro de 2009
I Hope Tomorrow is Like Today
Guster é uma banda estadunidense cujas músicas já passaram em incontáveis séries da tv e filmes, a exemplo do ótimo Penetras Bom de Bico com essa I Hope Tomorrow is Like Today (gosto desse nome), música simples mas muito bela, tem um certo tom nostálgico, não sei porque sempre lembro de verões passados ouvindo essa música, principalmente dos fins de tarde na praia.
I'm awake you're still sleeping
The sun will rise like yesterday
Everything that we are now
Is everything we can't let go
Or it's gone forever far away
I hope tomorrow is like today
Like today
Don't you go away tomorrow
I don't think I could handle that
You're probably dreaming that you're flying on then
You start to fall
Then you rise
And shine forever
Don't go away
I hope tomorrow is like today
I hope tomorrow is like today
Na na na na na na na na
Na na na na na na na na na na
Like today
Na na na na na na na na
Like today
Na na na na na na na na na na
Like today
I hope tomorrow is like today (3x)
Like today
I'm awake you're still sleeping
The sun will rise like yesterday
Everything that we are now
Is everything we can't let go
Or it's gone forever far away
I hope tomorrow is like today
Like today
Don't you go away tomorrow
I don't think I could handle that
You're probably dreaming that you're flying on then
You start to fall
Then you rise
And shine forever
Don't go away
I hope tomorrow is like today
I hope tomorrow is like today
Na na na na na na na na
Na na na na na na na na na na
Like today
Na na na na na na na na
Like today
Na na na na na na na na na na
Like today
I hope tomorrow is like today (3x)
Like today
segunda-feira, 16 de novembro de 2009
Blue Flower/Blue Flame
Destroyer é uma banda canadense liderada pelo cantor Dan Bejar, que lançou o primeiro álbum em 1995, produzindo-o sozinho em casa. Depois outros membros se juntaram, e lançaram mais 7 álbuns. Blue Flower/Blue Flame abre o oitavo álbum, de 2008, Trouble in Dreams. O estilo de cantar de Dan Bejar lembra muito o de David Bowie.
Ok fine, even the sky looks like wine,
And everywhere I turn there,
a new face in time, stuck inside the well
fresh hands to attend to
Blue Flower, Blue Flame,
A woman by another name is not a woman
Don't know why, don't know when
a cathedral sick of the sky again, says to it;
"Please not now, will you just look at the time, it's standing still! Somewhere applause falls dead on the hillside"
Blue Flower Blue Flame,
a woman by another name is not a woman, Ill tell you what I mean by that, maybe not in seconds flat, maybe not today...
Blue Flower Blue Flame,
a woman by another name is not a woman, Ill tell you what I mean by that, maybe not in seconds flat, maybe never
a gray ashen sadness rises like the sun, oh well, It was time I decided to try this hotel, her world..
Tulip has an inner animal, shes' in it for a good time,
I was on the outs for awhile but now things are alright,
I gave you a flower because foxes travel light,
And a penny for your thoughts was,
never enough,
your head gets filled with that stuff. Your head gets filled with that stuff....
Ok fine, even the sky looks like wine,
And everywhere I turn there,
a new face in time, stuck inside the well
fresh hands to attend to
Blue Flower, Blue Flame,
A woman by another name is not a woman
Don't know why, don't know when
a cathedral sick of the sky again, says to it;
"Please not now, will you just look at the time, it's standing still! Somewhere applause falls dead on the hillside"
Blue Flower Blue Flame,
a woman by another name is not a woman, Ill tell you what I mean by that, maybe not in seconds flat, maybe not today...
Blue Flower Blue Flame,
a woman by another name is not a woman, Ill tell you what I mean by that, maybe not in seconds flat, maybe never
a gray ashen sadness rises like the sun, oh well, It was time I decided to try this hotel, her world..
Tulip has an inner animal, shes' in it for a good time,
I was on the outs for awhile but now things are alright,
I gave you a flower because foxes travel light,
And a penny for your thoughts was,
never enough,
your head gets filled with that stuff. Your head gets filled with that stuff....
domingo, 15 de novembro de 2009
Valerie Plame
The Decemberists é uma banda estadunidense formada em 2000 que faz um som que as vezes lembra o rock progressivo, só que de forma mais amena (seria um progressivo light?). Mas o que eles tocam mesmo é um indie rock do bom. Essa música, Valerie Plame, tem uma homenagem a Hey Jude no minuto final, com um la da da da da da da.. hey hey Valerie Plame.
Oh Valerie Plame
If that really is your name
I would just shout the same
To the world
Dear Valerie Plame
So they made a wreck of you
But give me the rest of you
And I'll give the world
But you were just some silly girl
Taking in the sights of your empire's colony
So I took you into my confidence
Without a thought of consequence
To my heart or to my mind
But Valerie Plame
If that really is your name
I would just shout the same
To the world
La da da de da
la de da da
la de da da da da dada da
Oh Valerie Plame
If that really is your name
I would just shout the same
From up high
Dear Valerie Plame
I'll look for that long exchange
Outside of the Bureau Change
In Shanghai
But I was just some stupid boy on a bus
When your nom de guerre was Codename Caroline
And so my Vespa became your chariot
From the Green Zone Marriott
To be etched upon my mind
But Valerie Plame
If that really is your name
I would just shout the same
To the world
And when they flashed your picture 'cross the screen
How my heart seemed to leap out of me
And they attached a list of your identities
But the one you'll always be
Is Valerie Plame
If that really is your name
I would just shout the same
To the world
Valerie plame
If that really is your name
I would just shout the same
To the world
La da da da da da da.. hey hey Valerie Plame (x3)
Oh Valerie Plame
If that really is your name
I would just shout the same
To the world
Dear Valerie Plame
So they made a wreck of you
But give me the rest of you
And I'll give the world
But you were just some silly girl
Taking in the sights of your empire's colony
So I took you into my confidence
Without a thought of consequence
To my heart or to my mind
But Valerie Plame
If that really is your name
I would just shout the same
To the world
La da da de da
la de da da
la de da da da da dada da
Oh Valerie Plame
If that really is your name
I would just shout the same
From up high
Dear Valerie Plame
I'll look for that long exchange
Outside of the Bureau Change
In Shanghai
But I was just some stupid boy on a bus
When your nom de guerre was Codename Caroline
And so my Vespa became your chariot
From the Green Zone Marriott
To be etched upon my mind
But Valerie Plame
If that really is your name
I would just shout the same
To the world
And when they flashed your picture 'cross the screen
How my heart seemed to leap out of me
And they attached a list of your identities
But the one you'll always be
Is Valerie Plame
If that really is your name
I would just shout the same
To the world
Valerie plame
If that really is your name
I would just shout the same
To the world
La da da da da da da.. hey hey Valerie Plame (x3)
sábado, 14 de novembro de 2009
Kissing the Beehive
Um dos melhores discos lançados no ano passado se chama At Mount Zoomer, da banda canadense Wolf Parade. A música Kissing the Beehive é desse disco, é um épico de 11 minutos espetacular. O vídeo é um desenho de 1964 chamado The Hangman, no qual um estranho chega numa cidade e começa a enforcar as pessoas uma por uma.
(Dan:) While stone wither our hearts beat regular time
Well the landscapes don't
The rivers flowing by
We're just drifting on my long hands to the sky
And a captain, oh he is never denied
I heard them singing out from shore, hands at the sides
One battle rifle overhead to tear at the sky
We're just drifting on my long hair with the flies
And the captain, oh he is never denied
(Spencer:) As if you didn't know that it would sting
Kissing the beehive
And pissing down the mountain side you believe in the rain
As if you didn't know that it would sting
Kissing the beehive
And fucking up your finger from pushing on the ring
Sing
(Dan:) Well we lay
On frigid shores of light
Leaving nothing in his bitter care, oh
Something strange
It calls tonight
Still we leave nothing in his bitter hand, oh
(Spencer:) I wish I could believe in you
Crashing all the weddings wearing white
We all hate the light lord baby
It's all right, it's all right
I wish I could believe in who you are
You held your cap in the air and you called it a guitar
You put your face on the glass and you called it good cinema, oh
As if you didn't know that it would sting
Oh, oh, ohhhh
Johnathan, Johnathan
Waterfalls are running thin you know
Here's a holy grail for you to hold
Fire in the hole, fire in the hole, fire in the hole
I'm not a wild party
I'm just in union at the show
Put the ring back on and take your husband home
Fire in the hole, fire in the hole, fire in the hole
Radio, radio
Why did you leave Virginia's side
It's an alibi, we all know how the music died
Fire in the hole, fire in the hole, fire in the hole
Johnathan, Johnathan
Waterfalls are running thin you know
Here's a finger made from me for you to hold
Fire in the hole, fire in the hole, fire in the hole
(Dan:) Estranged from the captain's light
And his bitter hand
Estranged from the captain's light
And his bitter hand
(Dan:) While stone wither our hearts beat regular time
Well the landscapes don't
The rivers flowing by
We're just drifting on my long hands to the sky
And a captain, oh he is never denied
I heard them singing out from shore, hands at the sides
One battle rifle overhead to tear at the sky
We're just drifting on my long hair with the flies
And the captain, oh he is never denied
(Spencer:) As if you didn't know that it would sting
Kissing the beehive
And pissing down the mountain side you believe in the rain
As if you didn't know that it would sting
Kissing the beehive
And fucking up your finger from pushing on the ring
Sing
(Dan:) Well we lay
On frigid shores of light
Leaving nothing in his bitter care, oh
Something strange
It calls tonight
Still we leave nothing in his bitter hand, oh
(Spencer:) I wish I could believe in you
Crashing all the weddings wearing white
We all hate the light lord baby
It's all right, it's all right
I wish I could believe in who you are
You held your cap in the air and you called it a guitar
You put your face on the glass and you called it good cinema, oh
As if you didn't know that it would sting
Oh, oh, ohhhh
Johnathan, Johnathan
Waterfalls are running thin you know
Here's a holy grail for you to hold
Fire in the hole, fire in the hole, fire in the hole
I'm not a wild party
I'm just in union at the show
Put the ring back on and take your husband home
Fire in the hole, fire in the hole, fire in the hole
Radio, radio
Why did you leave Virginia's side
It's an alibi, we all know how the music died
Fire in the hole, fire in the hole, fire in the hole
Johnathan, Johnathan
Waterfalls are running thin you know
Here's a finger made from me for you to hold
Fire in the hole, fire in the hole, fire in the hole
(Dan:) Estranged from the captain's light
And his bitter hand
Estranged from the captain's light
And his bitter hand
sexta-feira, 13 de novembro de 2009
Party
Para finalizar a semana da invasão sueca no blog, hoje trago El Perro del Mar, nome artístico da sueca Sarah Assbring.
is it so hard to see?
I don't want to be your friend
I just want to be a part of you
I just want to be a part of you
come on over baby
there's a party going on
come on over baby
there's a party going on
bebop bebop a loo la
bebop a loo la
come on over baby
there's a party going on
is it so hard to see?
I don't want to cause more trouble
I just want to be a part of you
I just want to be a part of you
is it so hard to see?
I don't want to stay at home
I just want to be a part of it
I just want to be a part of it
come on over baby
there's a party going on
come on over baby
there's a party going on
bebop bebop a loo la
bebop a loo la
come on over baby
there's a party going on
come on over baby
there's a party going on
come on over baby
there's a party going on
come on over baby
there's a party all night long
is it so hard to see?
I don't want to be your friend
I just want to be a part of you
I just want to be a part of you
come on over baby
there's a party going on
come on over baby
there's a party going on
bebop bebop a loo la
bebop a loo la
come on over baby
there's a party going on
is it so hard to see?
I don't want to cause more trouble
I just want to be a part of you
I just want to be a part of you
is it so hard to see?
I don't want to stay at home
I just want to be a part of it
I just want to be a part of it
come on over baby
there's a party going on
come on over baby
there's a party going on
bebop bebop a loo la
bebop a loo la
come on over baby
there's a party going on
come on over baby
there's a party going on
come on over baby
there's a party going on
come on over baby
there's a party all night long
quinta-feira, 12 de novembro de 2009
Hitten
Continuando a invasão sueca. Hoje com a banda Those Dancing Days, formada por 5 garotas de Estocolmo, fazendo um som indie pop alegre e dançante
quarta-feira, 11 de novembro de 2009
segunda-feira, 9 de novembro de 2009
Young Folks
Mais invasão sueca. Hoje temos o trio Peter, Bjorn & John, com a ótima música Young Folks.
If i told you things i did before
told you how i used to be
would you go along with someone like me
if you knew my story word for word
had all of my history
would you go along with someone like me
i did before and had my share
it didn't lead nowhere
i would go along with someone like you
it doesn't matter what you did
who you were hanging with
we could stick around and see this night through
and we don't care about the young folks
talkin' 'bout the young style
and we don't care about the old folks
talkin' 'bout the old style too
and we don't care about their own faults
talkin' 'bout our own style
all we care 'bout is talking
talking only me and you
usually when things has gone this far
people tend to disappear
no one will surprise me unless you do
i can tell there's something goin' on
hours seems to disappear
everyone is leaving i'm still with you
it doesn't matter what we do
where we are going too
we can stick around and see this night through
and we don't care about the young folks
talkin' 'bout the young style
and we don't care about the old folks
talkin' 'bout the old style too
and we don't care about their own faults
talkin' 'bout our own style
all we care 'bout is talking
talking only me and you
and we don't care about the young folks
talkin' 'bout the young style
and we don't care about the old folks
talkin' 'bout the old style too
and we don't care about their own faults
talkin' 'bout our own style
all we care 'bout is talking
talking only me and you
talking only me and you
talking only me and you
talking only me and you
If i told you things i did before
told you how i used to be
would you go along with someone like me
if you knew my story word for word
had all of my history
would you go along with someone like me
i did before and had my share
it didn't lead nowhere
i would go along with someone like you
it doesn't matter what you did
who you were hanging with
we could stick around and see this night through
and we don't care about the young folks
talkin' 'bout the young style
and we don't care about the old folks
talkin' 'bout the old style too
and we don't care about their own faults
talkin' 'bout our own style
all we care 'bout is talking
talking only me and you
usually when things has gone this far
people tend to disappear
no one will surprise me unless you do
i can tell there's something goin' on
hours seems to disappear
everyone is leaving i'm still with you
it doesn't matter what we do
where we are going too
we can stick around and see this night through
and we don't care about the young folks
talkin' 'bout the young style
and we don't care about the old folks
talkin' 'bout the old style too
and we don't care about their own faults
talkin' 'bout our own style
all we care 'bout is talking
talking only me and you
and we don't care about the young folks
talkin' 'bout the young style
and we don't care about the old folks
talkin' 'bout the old style too
and we don't care about their own faults
talkin' 'bout our own style
all we care 'bout is talking
talking only me and you
talking only me and you
talking only me and you
talking only me and you
sexta-feira, 6 de novembro de 2009
You Are the Light (By Which I Travel into This and That)
Continuando a invasão sueca. Hoje trago o cantor indie pop Jens Lekman, com uma música do seu primeiro álbum When I Said I Wanted to Be Your Dog, de 2004, disco que traz o que de melhor o indie rock/pop tem a oferecer. Jens Lekman realmente se garante no que faz.
Yeah I got busted
So I used my one phone call
To dedicate
A song to you on the radio
Yeah I got busted
In custody
I imagined our melody
Being played on a grand piano
I saw your face in front of me
It was perfect clarity
I saw a light in the end of the tunnel
And it was you
Chorus:
‘Cause you are the light by which I travel into this and that
You are the light
You are the light by which I travel into this and that
Yeah I got busted
I painted a dirty word on your old mans Mercedes-Benz
‘Cause he told me to do it
Yeah I got busted
But soon they released me ‘cause the cops were sad
And they didn’t know how to prove it
Ooh
I saw your face in front of me
It was perfect clarity
I saw a light in the end of the tunnel
And it was you
Chorus:
‘Cause you are the light by which I travel into this and that
You are the light
You are the light by which I travel into this and that
It sounds so obvious, so obvious
Why would anyone need a map or a compass?
It’s so beautiful
To be guided by you
‘Cause you are the light
Chorus:
You are the light by which I travel into this and that
You are the light
You are the light by which I travel into this and that
You are the light light light light
You are the light
Yeah I got busted
So I used my one phone call
To dedicate
A song to you on the radio
Yeah I got busted
In custody
I imagined our melody
Being played on a grand piano
I saw your face in front of me
It was perfect clarity
I saw a light in the end of the tunnel
And it was you
Chorus:
‘Cause you are the light by which I travel into this and that
You are the light
You are the light by which I travel into this and that
Yeah I got busted
I painted a dirty word on your old mans Mercedes-Benz
‘Cause he told me to do it
Yeah I got busted
But soon they released me ‘cause the cops were sad
And they didn’t know how to prove it
Ooh
I saw your face in front of me
It was perfect clarity
I saw a light in the end of the tunnel
And it was you
Chorus:
‘Cause you are the light by which I travel into this and that
You are the light
You are the light by which I travel into this and that
It sounds so obvious, so obvious
Why would anyone need a map or a compass?
It’s so beautiful
To be guided by you
‘Cause you are the light
Chorus:
You are the light by which I travel into this and that
You are the light
You are the light by which I travel into this and that
You are the light light light light
You are the light
quinta-feira, 5 de novembro de 2009
Det Tar Tid
Se ontem teve MPB, hoje tem Bossa Nova. Bossa Nova Psicodélica pra ser exato. Dungen é uma banda sueca de rock psicodélico com grandes influencias do jazz, do folk, e porque não um pezinho na bossa nova (pelo menos é o que me parece).
E por falar em banda sueca, a Suécia tá gerando uma leva de bandas boas nesses últimos tempos, por isso, começa hoje a invasão sueca a este humilde blog.
E por falar em banda sueca, a Suécia tá gerando uma leva de bandas boas nesses últimos tempos, por isso, começa hoje a invasão sueca a este humilde blog.
quarta-feira, 4 de novembro de 2009
O Bebado e A Equilibrista
Um clássico da música brasileira.
Caía a tarde feito um viaduto
E um bêbado trajando luto
Me lembrou Carlitos
A lua, tal qual a dona do bordel,
Pedia a cada estrela fria
Um brilho de aluguel
E nuvens, lá no mata-borrão do céu,
Chupavam manchas torturadas, que sufoco!
Louco, o bêbado com chapéu-coco
Fazia irreverências mil pra noite do brasil.
Meu brasil
Que sonha com a volta do irmão do Henfil.
Com tanta gente que partiu num rabo de foguete.
Chora a nossa pátria mãe gentil,
Choram Marias e Clarisses no solo do brasil.
Mas sei que uma dor assim pungente
Não há de ser inutilmente, a esperança
Dança na corda bamba de sombrinha
E em cada passo dessa linha pode se machucar
Azar, a esperança equilibrista
Sabe que o show de todo artista
Tem que continuar...
Caía a tarde feito um viaduto
E um bêbado trajando luto
Me lembrou Carlitos
A lua, tal qual a dona do bordel,
Pedia a cada estrela fria
Um brilho de aluguel
E nuvens, lá no mata-borrão do céu,
Chupavam manchas torturadas, que sufoco!
Louco, o bêbado com chapéu-coco
Fazia irreverências mil pra noite do brasil.
Meu brasil
Que sonha com a volta do irmão do Henfil.
Com tanta gente que partiu num rabo de foguete.
Chora a nossa pátria mãe gentil,
Choram Marias e Clarisses no solo do brasil.
Mas sei que uma dor assim pungente
Não há de ser inutilmente, a esperança
Dança na corda bamba de sombrinha
E em cada passo dessa linha pode se machucar
Azar, a esperança equilibrista
Sabe que o show de todo artista
Tem que continuar...
terça-feira, 3 de novembro de 2009
Catch Me Up
Música da ótima banda inglesa Gomez, do seu álbum de 2004, Split the Diference.
Hello, hello, I'm glad to see you
Now we'll only stop to say goodbye
We'll go, we'll go just where we want to
We won't let the others bleed us dry
'Cause I am but a fool for you, that's right
And I got nothing to lose that I'd choose tonight
Come on, come on we should be leaving
But I let another one go by
Oh no, oh no, I couldn't leave you
Though I know they'd like to make me try
'Cause I shot down the moon for you, that's right
'Cause I got something to prove to you tonight
I will always wait for you to catch me up, yeah
I will always wait for you to catch me up, yeah
I will always wait for you to catch me up, yeah
I will always wait for you to catch me up
You know, you know I want to please you
And now's the time to let me try
Will you, will you do as I do?
Will you wait for me to stew or die?
'Cause I don't ever wanna see you cry
Yeah, I will never leave you high and dry
I, yeah, I...
I will always wait for you to catch me up, yeah
I will always wait for you to catch me up, yeah
I will always wait for you to catch me up, yeah
I will always wait for you to catch me up, yeah
I will always wait for you to catch me up, yeah
I will always wait for you to catch me up, yeah
I will always wait for you to catch me up, yeah
I will always wait for you to catch me up, yeah
I will always wait for you to catch me
I will always wait for you to catch me
I will always wait for you to catch me
I will always wait for you to catch me
Hello, hello, I'm glad to see you
Now we'll only stop to say goodbye
We'll go, we'll go just where we want to
We won't let the others bleed us dry
'Cause I am but a fool for you, that's right
And I got nothing to lose that I'd choose tonight
Come on, come on we should be leaving
But I let another one go by
Oh no, oh no, I couldn't leave you
Though I know they'd like to make me try
'Cause I shot down the moon for you, that's right
'Cause I got something to prove to you tonight
I will always wait for you to catch me up, yeah
I will always wait for you to catch me up, yeah
I will always wait for you to catch me up, yeah
I will always wait for you to catch me up
You know, you know I want to please you
And now's the time to let me try
Will you, will you do as I do?
Will you wait for me to stew or die?
'Cause I don't ever wanna see you cry
Yeah, I will never leave you high and dry
I, yeah, I...
I will always wait for you to catch me up, yeah
I will always wait for you to catch me up, yeah
I will always wait for you to catch me up, yeah
I will always wait for you to catch me up, yeah
I will always wait for you to catch me up, yeah
I will always wait for you to catch me up, yeah
I will always wait for you to catch me up, yeah
I will always wait for you to catch me up, yeah
I will always wait for you to catch me
I will always wait for you to catch me
I will always wait for you to catch me
I will always wait for you to catch me
segunda-feira, 2 de novembro de 2009
Venus in Furs
A sensual e hiptonizante Venus in Furs, do Velvet Underground.
Shiny, shiny, shiny boots of leather
Whiplash girlchild in the dark
Comes in bells, your servant, don't forsake him
Strike, dear mistress, and cure his heart
Downy sins of streetlight fancies
Chase the costumes she shall wear
Ermine furs adorn the imperious
Severin, Severin awaits you there
I am tired, I am weary
I could sleep for a thousand years
A thousand dreams that would awake me
Different colors made of tears
Kiss the boot of shiny, shiny leather
Shiny leather in the dark
Tongue of thongs, the belt that does await you
Strike, dear mistress, and cure his heart
Severin, Severin, speak so slightly
Severin, down on your bended knee
Taste the whip, in love not given lightly
Taste the whip, now plead for me
I am tired, I am weary
I could sleep for a thousand years
A thousand dreams that would awake me
Different colors made of tears
Shiny, shiny, shiny boots of leather
Whiplash girlchild in the dark
Severin, your servant comes in bells, please don't forsake him
Strike, dear mistress, and cure his heart
Shiny, shiny, shiny boots of leather
Whiplash girlchild in the dark
Comes in bells, your servant, don't forsake him
Strike, dear mistress, and cure his heart
Downy sins of streetlight fancies
Chase the costumes she shall wear
Ermine furs adorn the imperious
Severin, Severin awaits you there
I am tired, I am weary
I could sleep for a thousand years
A thousand dreams that would awake me
Different colors made of tears
Kiss the boot of shiny, shiny leather
Shiny leather in the dark
Tongue of thongs, the belt that does await you
Strike, dear mistress, and cure his heart
Severin, Severin, speak so slightly
Severin, down on your bended knee
Taste the whip, in love not given lightly
Taste the whip, now plead for me
I am tired, I am weary
I could sleep for a thousand years
A thousand dreams that would awake me
Different colors made of tears
Shiny, shiny, shiny boots of leather
Whiplash girlchild in the dark
Severin, your servant comes in bells, please don't forsake him
Strike, dear mistress, and cure his heart
sábado, 31 de outubro de 2009
Mayonaise
Essa é uma das minhas músicas favoritas do Smashing Pumpkins, do fenomenal álbum Siamese Dream, de 1993, em versão acústica.
Fool enough to almost be it
Cool enough to not quite see it
Doomed
Pick your pockets full of sorrow
And run away with me tomorrow
June
We'll try and ease the pain
But somehow we'll feel the same
Well, no one knows
Where our secrets go
I send a heart to all my dearies
When your life is so, so dreary
Dream
I'm rumored to the straight and narrow
While the harlots of my perils
Scream
And I fail
But when I can, I will
Try to understand
That when I can, I will
Mother weep the years I'm missing
All our time can't be given
Back
Shut my mouth and strike the demons
That cursed you and your reasons
Out of hand and out of season
Out of love and out of feeling
So bad
When I can, I will
Words defy the plan
When I can, I will
Fool enough to almost be it
And cool enough to not quite see it
And old enough to always feel this
Always old, I'll always feel this
No more promise no more sorrow
No longer will I follow
Can anybody hear me
I just want to be me
When I can, I will
Try to understand
That when I can, I will
Fool enough to almost be it
Cool enough to not quite see it
Doomed
Pick your pockets full of sorrow
And run away with me tomorrow
June
We'll try and ease the pain
But somehow we'll feel the same
Well, no one knows
Where our secrets go
I send a heart to all my dearies
When your life is so, so dreary
Dream
I'm rumored to the straight and narrow
While the harlots of my perils
Scream
And I fail
But when I can, I will
Try to understand
That when I can, I will
Mother weep the years I'm missing
All our time can't be given
Back
Shut my mouth and strike the demons
That cursed you and your reasons
Out of hand and out of season
Out of love and out of feeling
So bad
When I can, I will
Words defy the plan
When I can, I will
Fool enough to almost be it
And cool enough to not quite see it
And old enough to always feel this
Always old, I'll always feel this
No more promise no more sorrow
No longer will I follow
Can anybody hear me
I just want to be me
When I can, I will
Try to understand
That when I can, I will
sexta-feira, 30 de outubro de 2009
Beat It
Nada como um vídeo como esse pra trazer um enorme sorriso ao rosto. É tipo de coisa que gostaria de fazer em praça pública. Em Stocolmo, Suécia, 300 dançarinos se reuniram numa praça/estação, aprederam a coreografia, e o resultado é esse aí no vídeo. Uma maravilha.
quinta-feira, 29 de outubro de 2009
Walk on the Wild Side
Se ontem teve David Bowie, hoje quem aparece é Lou Reed, com a música Walk on the Wild Side, música do álbum Transformer de 1972, que foi produzido pelo Bowie.
Holly came from Miami, F.L.A.
Hitch-hiked her way across the USA
Plucked her eyebrows on the way
Shaved her legs and then he was a she
She says, Hey babe
Take a walk on the wild side
Hey honey
Take a walk on the wild side
Candy came from out on the Island
In the backroom she was everybody's darlin'
But she never lost her head
Even when she was giving head
She says, Hey babe
Take a walk on the wild side
I Said, Hey baby
Take a walk on the wild side
And the coloured girls go
Doo do doo do doo do do doo..
Little Joe never once gave it away
Everybody had to pay and pay
A hustle here and a hustle there
New York City's the place where they say,
Hey babe, take a walk on the wild side
I said, Hey Joe
Take a walk on the wild side
Sugar Plum Fairy came and hit the streets
Lookin' for soul food and a place to eat
Went to the Apollo
You should've seen em go go go
They said, Hey shuga Take a walk on the wild side
I Said, Hey babe
Take a walk on the wild side
All right, huh
Jackie is just speeding away
Thought she was James Dean for a day
Then I guess she had to crash
Valium would have helped that bash
Said, Hey babe,
Take a walk on the wild side
I said, Hey honey,
Take a walk on the wild side
And the coloured girls say,
Doo do doo do doo do do doo
Holly came from Miami, F.L.A.
Hitch-hiked her way across the USA
Plucked her eyebrows on the way
Shaved her legs and then he was a she
She says, Hey babe
Take a walk on the wild side
Hey honey
Take a walk on the wild side
Candy came from out on the Island
In the backroom she was everybody's darlin'
But she never lost her head
Even when she was giving head
She says, Hey babe
Take a walk on the wild side
I Said, Hey baby
Take a walk on the wild side
And the coloured girls go
Doo do doo do doo do do doo..
Little Joe never once gave it away
Everybody had to pay and pay
A hustle here and a hustle there
New York City's the place where they say,
Hey babe, take a walk on the wild side
I said, Hey Joe
Take a walk on the wild side
Sugar Plum Fairy came and hit the streets
Lookin' for soul food and a place to eat
Went to the Apollo
You should've seen em go go go
They said, Hey shuga Take a walk on the wild side
I Said, Hey babe
Take a walk on the wild side
All right, huh
Jackie is just speeding away
Thought she was James Dean for a day
Then I guess she had to crash
Valium would have helped that bash
Said, Hey babe,
Take a walk on the wild side
I said, Hey honey,
Take a walk on the wild side
And the coloured girls say,
Doo do doo do doo do do doo
quarta-feira, 28 de outubro de 2009
Starman
Fazia tempo que o mestre Bowie não aparecia por aqui, então hoje aparece com um clássico do Ziggy Stardust, a música Starman.
Goodbye love
Didnt know what time it was the lights were low oh how
I leaned back on my radio oh oh
Some cat was layin down some rock n roll lotta soul, he said
Then the loud sound did seem to fade a ade
Came back like a slow voice on a wave of phase ha hase
That werent no d.j. that was hazy cosmic jive
Theres a starman waiting in the sky
Hed like to come and meet us
But he thinks hed blow our minds
Theres a starman waiting in the sky
Hes told us not to blow it
Cause he knows its all worthwhile
He told me:
Let the children lose it
Let the children use it
Let all the children boogie
I had to phone someone so I picked on you ho ho
Hey, thats far out so you heard him too! o o
Switch on the tv we may pick him up on channel two
Look out your window I can see his light a ight
If we can sparkle he may land tonight a ight
Dont tell your poppa or hell get us locked up in fright
Theres a starman waiting in the sky
Hed like to come and meet us
But he thinks hed blow our minds
Theres a starman waiting in the sky
Hes told us not to blow it
Cause he knows its all worthwhile
He told me:
Let the children lose it
Let the children use it
Let all the children boogie
Starman waiting in the sky
Hed like to come and meet us
But he thinks hed blow our minds
Theres a starman waiting in the sky
Hes told us not to blow it
Cause he knows its all worthwhile
He told me:
Let the children lose it
Let the children use it
Let all the children boogie
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
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Goodbye love
Didnt know what time it was the lights were low oh how
I leaned back on my radio oh oh
Some cat was layin down some rock n roll lotta soul, he said
Then the loud sound did seem to fade a ade
Came back like a slow voice on a wave of phase ha hase
That werent no d.j. that was hazy cosmic jive
Theres a starman waiting in the sky
Hed like to come and meet us
But he thinks hed blow our minds
Theres a starman waiting in the sky
Hes told us not to blow it
Cause he knows its all worthwhile
He told me:
Let the children lose it
Let the children use it
Let all the children boogie
I had to phone someone so I picked on you ho ho
Hey, thats far out so you heard him too! o o
Switch on the tv we may pick him up on channel two
Look out your window I can see his light a ight
If we can sparkle he may land tonight a ight
Dont tell your poppa or hell get us locked up in fright
Theres a starman waiting in the sky
Hed like to come and meet us
But he thinks hed blow our minds
Theres a starman waiting in the sky
Hes told us not to blow it
Cause he knows its all worthwhile
He told me:
Let the children lose it
Let the children use it
Let all the children boogie
Starman waiting in the sky
Hed like to come and meet us
But he thinks hed blow our minds
Theres a starman waiting in the sky
Hes told us not to blow it
Cause he knows its all worthwhile
He told me:
Let the children lose it
Let the children use it
Let all the children boogie
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
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segunda-feira, 26 de outubro de 2009
A Day in The Life
A Day in the Life é uma das minhas músicas favoritas, e foi inclusive a primeira a ser postada aqui no blog. Hoje ela está de volta, só que tocada pelo The Libertines.
sexta-feira, 23 de outubro de 2009
Within You Without You
Oasis faz cover de uma das pérolas do Sgt. Peppers (todas as músicas deste álbum são pérolas). Abaixo a versão original.
We were talking-about the space between us all
And the people-who hide themselves behind a wall of illusion
Never glimpse the truth-then it's far too late-when they pass away.
We were talking-about the love we all could share-when we find it
To try our best to hold it there-with our love
With our love-we could save the world-if they only knew.
Try to realize it's all within yourself
No-one else can make you change
And to see you're really only very small,
And life flows ON within you and without you.
We were talking-about the love that's gone so cold and the people,
Who gain the world and lose their soul-
They don't know-they can't see-are you one of them?
When you've seen beyond yourself-then you may find, peace of mind,
Is waiting there-
And the time will come when you see
we're all one, and life flows on within you and without you.
We were talking-about the space between us all
And the people-who hide themselves behind a wall of illusion
Never glimpse the truth-then it's far too late-when they pass away.
We were talking-about the love we all could share-when we find it
To try our best to hold it there-with our love
With our love-we could save the world-if they only knew.
Try to realize it's all within yourself
No-one else can make you change
And to see you're really only very small,
And life flows ON within you and without you.
We were talking-about the love that's gone so cold and the people,
Who gain the world and lose their soul-
They don't know-they can't see-are you one of them?
When you've seen beyond yourself-then you may find, peace of mind,
Is waiting there-
And the time will come when you see
we're all one, and life flows on within you and without you.
quinta-feira, 22 de outubro de 2009
The Killing Moon
Música clássica da década de 80, da banda inglesa Echo and The Bunnymen, retirada do álbum Ocean Rain de 1984.
Under blue moon I saw you
So soon you'll take me
Up in your arms
Too late to beg you or cancel it
Though I know it must be the killing time
Unwillingly mine
Fate
Up against your will
Through the thick and thin
He will wait until
You give yourself to him
In starlit nights I saw you
So cruelly you kissed me
Your lips a magic world
Your sky all hung with jewels
The killing moon
Will come too soon
Fate
Up against your will
Through the thick and thin
He will wait until
You give yourself to him
Under blue moon I saw you
So soon you'll take me
Up in your arms
Too late to beg you or cancel it
Though I know it must be the killing time
Unwillingly mine
Fate
Up against your will
Through the thick and thin
He will wait until
You give yourself to him
Fate
Up against your will
Through the thick and thin
He will wait until
You give yourself to him
You give yourself to him
La la la la la...
Fate
Up against your will
Through the thick and thin
He will wait until
You give yourself to him
La la la la la...
Fate
Up against your will
Through the thick and thin
He will wait until
You give yourself to him
Fate
Up against your will
Through the thick and thin
He will wait until
You give yourself to him
La la la la la...
Under blue moon I saw you
So soon you'll take me
Up in your arms
Too late to beg you or cancel it
Though I know it must be the killing time
Unwillingly mine
Fate
Up against your will
Through the thick and thin
He will wait until
You give yourself to him
In starlit nights I saw you
So cruelly you kissed me
Your lips a magic world
Your sky all hung with jewels
The killing moon
Will come too soon
Fate
Up against your will
Through the thick and thin
He will wait until
You give yourself to him
Under blue moon I saw you
So soon you'll take me
Up in your arms
Too late to beg you or cancel it
Though I know it must be the killing time
Unwillingly mine
Fate
Up against your will
Through the thick and thin
He will wait until
You give yourself to him
Fate
Up against your will
Through the thick and thin
He will wait until
You give yourself to him
You give yourself to him
La la la la la...
Fate
Up against your will
Through the thick and thin
He will wait until
You give yourself to him
La la la la la...
Fate
Up against your will
Through the thick and thin
He will wait until
You give yourself to him
Fate
Up against your will
Through the thick and thin
He will wait until
You give yourself to him
La la la la la...
quarta-feira, 21 de outubro de 2009
Harold T. Wilkins
Fanfarlo é uma banda indie de Londres influenciada por bandas como Belle and Sebastian, Arcade Fire e Broken Social Scene. Lançaram apenas um álbum este ano.
You’ve been packing your bags for the tenth time
You’ve been up on the roof again
And you’re biding your time but it’s all right they’re coming any week now
Left behind by the mothership, they’re our only real friends
And inside, you’ll always feel the same, even when you wake up
Even if you wake up
In a town where everyone will kick and scream
And come to the same conclusion every time
Time to realise you were never on the team
There was always a question hanging over you
In a hot air balloon with a rusty nail
Looking over your shoulder and setting sail
Your dreams will become part of the future and coincide with the past
You spend all your time by the radio waiting for the signal
But inside, you’ll always feel the same, even when you wake up
Even if you wake up
In a town where everyone will kick and scream
And come to the same conclusion every time
Time to realise you were never on the team
There was always a question hanging over you
In a hot air balloon with a rusty nail
Looking over your shoulder and setting sail
They drive the same road drifting over to your side
They drive the same road turn the lights on again
They sail the same strait turn the lights on again
You’ve been packing your bags for the tenth time
You’ve been up on the roof again
And you’re biding your time but it’s all right they’re coming any week now
Left behind by the mothership, they’re our only real friends
And inside, you’ll always feel the same, even when you wake up
Even if you wake up
In a town where everyone will kick and scream
And come to the same conclusion every time
Time to realise you were never on the team
There was always a question hanging over you
In a hot air balloon with a rusty nail
Looking over your shoulder and setting sail
Your dreams will become part of the future and coincide with the past
You spend all your time by the radio waiting for the signal
But inside, you’ll always feel the same, even when you wake up
Even if you wake up
In a town where everyone will kick and scream
And come to the same conclusion every time
Time to realise you were never on the team
There was always a question hanging over you
In a hot air balloon with a rusty nail
Looking over your shoulder and setting sail
They drive the same road drifting over to your side
They drive the same road turn the lights on again
They sail the same strait turn the lights on again
terça-feira, 20 de outubro de 2009
Sixteen
Esses garotos (quando formaram a banda em 2005 nenhum tinha mais de 15 anos) de Londres formam a banda Bombay Bicycle Club, e já fazem um som pós-punk com uma certa sensibilidade que tem tudo para amadurecer mais ainda. O primeiro álbum saiu há apenas um mês, em setembro. O som traz à lembrança Franz Ferdinand e Bloc Party.
segunda-feira, 19 de outubro de 2009
Season of the Shark
Em 7 de setembro de 2007 fiz uma das viagens mais loucas e espetaculares da minha vida: fui acampar em Pipa. Essas fotos abaixo mostram só alguns poucos momentos dessa viagem alucinante, acompanhadas da música Season of The Shark do Yo La Tengo, banda veterana na cena indie norte-americana.
Do you need someone to hide behind
Well I don’t mind
Well I don’t mind
Do you need to be alone to unwind
Well that’s alright
That’s alright
Sure I know its hard
Know that it’s that way for everyone
For every one
Something go wrong
Sing so low you even blame the sun
You blame is at the cause
Of the shadows on the wall
They’re not as bad as they appear
Could it be
that it’s the season of the shark
Do you need someone to help you through
Well I don’t know
I don’t know
Someone to take questions with you
I don’t know
I don’t know
I want to be
The one to make you feel okay right now
Some way, some how
So when I fall short
I sink so low that I even blame the clouds
For blocking out the sun
And the shadows on the wall
That’s why you feel alone
Could it be that it’s the season of the shark?
Please don’t be afraid
No matter how much out there scares you so
Scares you so
Just look around
If it’s not me then someone else you know
And I don’t belong at all
Ignore the shadows on the wall
They don’t mean a thing
Could it be that it’s the season
I believe that it’s the season
of the shark
Could it be that it’s the season of the shark
Do you need someone to hide behind
Well I don’t mind
Well I don’t mind
Do you need to be alone to unwind
Well that’s alright
That’s alright
Sure I know its hard
Know that it’s that way for everyone
For every one
Something go wrong
Sing so low you even blame the sun
You blame is at the cause
Of the shadows on the wall
They’re not as bad as they appear
Could it be
that it’s the season of the shark
Do you need someone to help you through
Well I don’t know
I don’t know
Someone to take questions with you
I don’t know
I don’t know
I want to be
The one to make you feel okay right now
Some way, some how
So when I fall short
I sink so low that I even blame the clouds
For blocking out the sun
And the shadows on the wall
That’s why you feel alone
Could it be that it’s the season of the shark?
Please don’t be afraid
No matter how much out there scares you so
Scares you so
Just look around
If it’s not me then someone else you know
And I don’t belong at all
Ignore the shadows on the wall
They don’t mean a thing
Could it be that it’s the season
I believe that it’s the season
of the shark
Could it be that it’s the season of the shark
sexta-feira, 16 de outubro de 2009
Holes
O Mercury Rev mostrando que sabem fazer ao vivo. Mais uma música do sublime álbum Deserter's Songs.
Time, all the long red lines, that take
Control, of all th smoke-like streams that flow into your
Dreams, that big blue open sea, that can't be
Crossed, that can't be climbed, just born
Between, oh the two white lines, distant gods and faded
Signs, of all those blinking lites, you had to pick the one tonight...
Holes, dug by little moles, angry jealous
Spies, got telephones for eyes, come to you as
Friends, all those endless ends, that can't be
Tied, oh they make me laugh, and always make me
Cry, until they drop like flies, and sink like polished
Stones, of all the stones i throw,
How does that old song go?
How does that old song go?...
Bands, those funny little plans, that never work quite right.
Time, all the long red lines, that take
Control, of all th smoke-like streams that flow into your
Dreams, that big blue open sea, that can't be
Crossed, that can't be climbed, just born
Between, oh the two white lines, distant gods and faded
Signs, of all those blinking lites, you had to pick the one tonight...
Holes, dug by little moles, angry jealous
Spies, got telephones for eyes, come to you as
Friends, all those endless ends, that can't be
Tied, oh they make me laugh, and always make me
Cry, until they drop like flies, and sink like polished
Stones, of all the stones i throw,
How does that old song go?
How does that old song go?...
Bands, those funny little plans, that never work quite right.
quinta-feira, 15 de outubro de 2009
Opus 40
Uma das músicas mais esptaculares do Mercury Rev, Opus 40 simboliza bem todo o álbum Deserter's Song: ump pop orquestrado, etéreo e psicodélico com vários elementos que lembram o Pet Sounds dos Beach Boys, tudo isso construído em cima do rock tradicional (o que por sua vez me lembra Neil Young). Uma obra prima da década de 90.
p.s.: nesta música o baterista convidado é ninguém menos do que Leaven Helm, baterista do The Band. E quem faz um backvocal é Amy Helm, filha de Leaven.
Well she tossed all night like a ragin' sea
woke up an' climbed from th' suicide machine
with her spanish candles an' her persian poems
stuck on th' rocks inside opus 40 stoned
an' scratchin' he wrists in the pourin' rain
she collapses down upon th' ocean floor again
Tears in waves minds on fire
Nights alone by yr side
Catskill mansions buried dreams
i'm alive she cried but i don't know what it means
somewhere out there across th' moonlit sands
there's a line drawn like th' lines on her own shand
an' slammin' her eyes lockin' th' door
she collapses down upon th' ocean floor again
Tears in waves minds on fire
Nights alone by yr side
p.s.: nesta música o baterista convidado é ninguém menos do que Leaven Helm, baterista do The Band. E quem faz um backvocal é Amy Helm, filha de Leaven.
Well she tossed all night like a ragin' sea
woke up an' climbed from th' suicide machine
with her spanish candles an' her persian poems
stuck on th' rocks inside opus 40 stoned
an' scratchin' he wrists in the pourin' rain
she collapses down upon th' ocean floor again
Tears in waves minds on fire
Nights alone by yr side
Catskill mansions buried dreams
i'm alive she cried but i don't know what it means
somewhere out there across th' moonlit sands
there's a line drawn like th' lines on her own shand
an' slammin' her eyes lockin' th' door
she collapses down upon th' ocean floor again
Tears in waves minds on fire
Nights alone by yr side
Série Musas de minha vida #5
Sexta passada eu vi Bastardos Inglórios no cinema, filme de Tarantino no qual ele declara todo seu amor pelo cinema. Ao ver o filme tive uma paixão a primeira vista. O nome dela é Mélanie Laurent, francesa de 26 anos que faz o papel da judia que planeja sua vingança contra os nazista. Assim que ela apareceu na tela com toda sua glória, eu estava entregue, em alguns minutos, com sua atuação espetacular, se ela estava na tela, não olhava pra mais nada.
Embaixo, um frame do filme, um vídeo de uma sessão de fotos, outro de uma entrevista (que sotaque lindo em inglês, hehe):
Embaixo, um frame do filme, um vídeo de uma sessão de fotos, outro de uma entrevista (que sotaque lindo em inglês, hehe):
quarta-feira, 14 de outubro de 2009
Les Yper-Sound
Música do quarto álbum de Stereolab, o Emperor Tomato Ketchup (1996). Essa música carrega bem as características do álbum, com suas várias texturas, uma delícia de se ouvir.
you go in that team
i go on this team
divide everything
a flag or a number
make 'em opposites
so there's a reason
stigmatisation
ok now we can fight
divide everything
just put it all flat
justification
ok now you can fight
it is correct and reasonable
you go in that team
i go on this team
divide everything
a flag or a number
make 'em opposites
so there's a reason
stigmatisation
ok now we can fight
divide everything
just put it all flat
justification
ok now you can fight
it is correct and reasonable
terça-feira, 13 de outubro de 2009
Inside Out
Depois do feriado, de volta com a programação normal. Hoje tem a banda Traveling Wilburys, que na verdade se tratou de uma reunião, na década de 80, dos músicos George Harrison, Jeff Lynne, Roy Orbison, Tom Petty e Bob Dylan. A banda durou dois anos, e lançaram dois álbuns.
Look out your window
That grass ain't green
It's kinda yellow
See what I mean?
Look up your chimney
The sky ain't blue
It's kinda yellow
You know it's true
(It's so hard to figure what it's all about)
When your outsides in (inside out)
And your downsides up (upside down)
Yeah, your upsides right (rightside up)
Yeah, don't it make you wanna twist and shout
When you're inside out
Look down your drain pipe
What color do you see?
It's got to be yellow
Don't try to fool me
(And don't it make you wanna twist and shout)
When your outsides in (inside out)
And your downsides up (upside down)
Yeah, your upsides right (rightside up)
Yeah, don't it make you wanna twist and shout
When you're inside out
Be careful where you're walking
You might step in something rough
Be careful where you're talking
And saying all that stuff
Take care when you are breathing
Something's funny in the air
And somethings I'm not saying
'bout what's happening out there
It's inside out
Look into the future
With your mystic crystal ball
See if it ain't yellow
See if it's there at all
(Ain't no shadow or a doubt)
(Don't it make you wanna twist and shout)
When your outsides in (inside out)
And your downsides up (upside down)
Yeah, your upsides right (rightside up)
Yeah, don't it make you wanna twist and shout
When you're inside out
(Inside out)
(Right side up)
Yeah, don't it make you wanna twist and shout
When you're inside out
(Inside out)
(Inside out)
Look out your window
That grass ain't green
It's kinda yellow
See what I mean?
Look up your chimney
The sky ain't blue
It's kinda yellow
You know it's true
(It's so hard to figure what it's all about)
When your outsides in (inside out)
And your downsides up (upside down)
Yeah, your upsides right (rightside up)
Yeah, don't it make you wanna twist and shout
When you're inside out
Look down your drain pipe
What color do you see?
It's got to be yellow
Don't try to fool me
(And don't it make you wanna twist and shout)
When your outsides in (inside out)
And your downsides up (upside down)
Yeah, your upsides right (rightside up)
Yeah, don't it make you wanna twist and shout
When you're inside out
Be careful where you're walking
You might step in something rough
Be careful where you're talking
And saying all that stuff
Take care when you are breathing
Something's funny in the air
And somethings I'm not saying
'bout what's happening out there
It's inside out
Look into the future
With your mystic crystal ball
See if it ain't yellow
See if it's there at all
(Ain't no shadow or a doubt)
(Don't it make you wanna twist and shout)
When your outsides in (inside out)
And your downsides up (upside down)
Yeah, your upsides right (rightside up)
Yeah, don't it make you wanna twist and shout
When you're inside out
(Inside out)
(Right side up)
Yeah, don't it make you wanna twist and shout
When you're inside out
(Inside out)
(Inside out)
sábado, 10 de outubro de 2009
sexta-feira, 9 de outubro de 2009
And I Love Her
Sir Paul McCartney girl and boys. O homem que quando fala sai música.
I give her all my love
That's all i do
And if you saw my love
You'd love her too
I love her
She gives me ev'rything
And tenderly
The kiss my lover brings
She brings to me
And i love her
A love like ours
Could never die
As long as i
Have you near me
Bright are the stars that shine
Dark is the sky
I know this love of mine
Will never die
And i love her
Bright are the stars that shine
Dark is the sky
I know this love of mine
Will never die
And i love her
I give her all my love
That's all i do
And if you saw my love
You'd love her too
I love her
She gives me ev'rything
And tenderly
The kiss my lover brings
She brings to me
And i love her
A love like ours
Could never die
As long as i
Have you near me
Bright are the stars that shine
Dark is the sky
I know this love of mine
Will never die
And i love her
Bright are the stars that shine
Dark is the sky
I know this love of mine
Will never die
And i love her
quinta-feira, 8 de outubro de 2009
Here There And Everywhere
Sir Paul McCartney my friends. O homem que respira música.
To lead a better life I need my love to be here...
Here, making each day of the year
Changing my life with a wave of her hand
Nobody can deny that there's something there
There, running my hands through her hair
Both of us thinking how good it can be
Someone is speaking but she doesn't know he's there
I want her everywhere and if she's beside me
I know I need never care
But to love her is to need her everywhere
Knowing that love is to share
Each one believing that love never dies
Watching her eyes and hoping I'm always there
I want her everywhere and if she's beside me
I know I need never care
But to love her is to need her everywhere
Knowing that love is to share
Each one believing that love never dies
Watching her eyes and hoping I'm always there
To be there and everywhere
Here, there and everywhere
To lead a better life I need my love to be here...
Here, making each day of the year
Changing my life with a wave of her hand
Nobody can deny that there's something there
There, running my hands through her hair
Both of us thinking how good it can be
Someone is speaking but she doesn't know he's there
I want her everywhere and if she's beside me
I know I need never care
But to love her is to need her everywhere
Knowing that love is to share
Each one believing that love never dies
Watching her eyes and hoping I'm always there
I want her everywhere and if she's beside me
I know I need never care
But to love her is to need her everywhere
Knowing that love is to share
Each one believing that love never dies
Watching her eyes and hoping I'm always there
To be there and everywhere
Here, there and everywhere
quarta-feira, 7 de outubro de 2009
Julia
O power pop da banda inglesa Silver Sun.
Two foot tall and mad as hell
I make you a good one no?
Pick up the knife and spoon
I have an amazing prowess in June
Structured up and evil too
I got my evil eye on you
Down at the harbour pool
they speak english too
(chorus)
And Julia what can I do?
Coz everyday I look a little more like
Julia, what can I do?
Coz everyday I look a little more like
Everyday I look a little more like
Everyday I look a little more like you!
Lilo, Milo's got the change
He's the Geezer who's slighty deranged
Everyone knows what to do when a little accidents due
Choop it up and you'll be fine
Get back to the cheap red wine
Marry me in the Med, cut to the bed
(repeat chorus)
Two foot tall and mad as hell
I make you a good one no?
Pick up the knife and spoon
I have an amazing prowess in June
Structured up and evil too
I got my evil eye on you
Down at the harbour pool
they speak english too
(chorus)
And Julia what can I do?
Coz everyday I look a little more like
Julia, what can I do?
Coz everyday I look a little more like
Everyday I look a little more like
Everyday I look a little more like you!
Lilo, Milo's got the change
He's the Geezer who's slighty deranged
Everyone knows what to do when a little accidents due
Choop it up and you'll be fine
Get back to the cheap red wine
Marry me in the Med, cut to the bed
(repeat chorus)
terça-feira, 6 de outubro de 2009
The Rip
A banda inglesa Portishead faz um som que foi batizado na década de 90 como Trip Hop. Essa música é do álbum Third, de 2008, uma maravilha.
As she walks in the room
centred and torn
hesitating once more
as I take on myself
and the bitterness I felt
I realise that love lost
While white horses
they will take me away
and the tenderness I feel
will send the dog home to me
will I follow ?
Through the glory of life
I will scatter them on the floor
disappointed and soar
in my thoughts I have bled
from the riddles I've been fed
another light moves over
While white horses
they will take me away
and the tenderness I feel
will send the dog home to me
will I follow ?
As she walks in the room
centred and torn
hesitating once more
as I take on myself
and the bitterness I felt
I realise that love lost
While white horses
they will take me away
and the tenderness I feel
will send the dog home to me
will I follow ?
Through the glory of life
I will scatter them on the floor
disappointed and soar
in my thoughts I have bled
from the riddles I've been fed
another light moves over
While white horses
they will take me away
and the tenderness I feel
will send the dog home to me
will I follow ?
segunda-feira, 5 de outubro de 2009
Espólios do Festival
Esse post era pra ter sido ontem, mas domingo eu nem sento no computador, e ontem com mais razão ainda, pois saí de manhã pra ir ver a final do Paraibano de Basquete adulto, o time de Pedro (meu irmão) ganhou do Campinense por uma diferença de 9 pontos alcançados no último quarto, sendo que os 3 primeiros foram disputados ponto a ponto. AABB hexacampeão paraibano de basquete, parabéns.
Agora, vamos ao Festival Mundo. Só fui no sábado mesmo, mas queria ter ido no domingo também, pois neste dia teve Mundo Livre e Chico Correa, mas preferi curtir a tarde do domingo vendo futebol, filme, e iniciando a série Boston Legal. Pois bem, falemos do sábado então.
O Festival estava programado para começar às 16 horas, porém, infelizmente como é de praxe no Brasil, atrasou, só foi começar com uma hora de atraso. Cheguei na Usina Cultural às 16:30 aproximadamente, e o pessoal da primeira banda estava preparando o som ainda. Nas primeiras músicas o som estava terrível, e o show foi interrompido nesses minutos iniciais entre uma música e outra para o pessoal ajeitar o som. Deixando a desorganização de lado, vamos às bandas.
As três primeiras bandas, como seus próprios nomes já deixavam antever (R.I.D., Soturnus e Dissidium), eram de Metal, ou mais precisamente de um subtipo do Metal, mas não sei precisar o nome dessa vertente, só sei que não cantavam, mas vomitavam as letras, não dava pra entender absolutamente nada (junta o som não tão bom com a forma agressiva de os caras cantar e fica tudo uma maravilha). Durante essa tortura inicial, fiquei afastado do palco, tomando cerveja com o Koto, o Urso, o Manteiga e o Caveira, olhando de longe essa fauna peculiar formada pelos headbangers .
Aqui vale dizer que sempre entre uma banda e outra eram exibidos curtas de horror, mas numa sala que ficava um tanto afastada do palco, o que não facilitava na logística de quem quisesse ver os shows, ainda mais levando em conta que quando acaba a sessão a outra banda geralmente tinha começado. De qualquer forma, nesses 3 shows iniciais, como não me interessava muito, fui ver alguns curtas. Nada de tão interessante, pelo menos eu vi o curta que o amigo Arthur Lins fez para uma oficina, um filme sem roteiro que serve apenas como um exercício de ambientação inspirado no Dario Argento (um exercício interessante diga-se).
Voltando aos shows, a única coisa digna de nota desses 3 primeiros foi a terceira banda que tinha uma música chamada Michael Myers, que era igual a todas as outras, mas em compensação ao final da música eles tocaram a característica trilha do filme Halloween (em tempo, o nome da música é o do assassino do filme de John Carpenter - por favor não me venham com a porcaria do remake do Rob Zombie).
A 4ª banda foi a pessoense Cerva Grátis, e aqui a coisa começa a melhorar. Eles fazem um som voltado pra rock/pop com uma pegada mais hardcore/punk, e pelo que vi na platéia tem suas tietes que conhecem suas músicas. A banda é formada por 3 integrantes, o trio básico quitarra/baixo/bateria. O baixista tava com uma camisa que fiquei com inveja, do filme The Evil Dead do Sam Raimi. Tocaram um cover interessante do Wolfmother, que foi a música Woman. Engraçado é que no palco fica um isopor com o nome da banda, cheio de cerveja, e eles jogam a cerva pra galera. Quer dizer, as primeiras eles jogaram, mas algumas estouram, aí passaram a jogar pertinho do palco, o que fez reunir uma revoada de animais atrás de cerva grátis (se a cerva fosse boa eu tava lá também, mas Brahma Fresh, nem de graça).
Vídeo de Cerva Grátis num show em Fortaleza:
Depois veio a banda Distro, do Rio Grande do Norte. Essa banda já tinha uma levada um pouco mais pop do que a anterior, lembrando muitas vezes a banda Weezer, algo que cheguei a comentar com o pessoal da banda. Pra minha surpresa um dos guitarristas disse que nem conhecia tanto o Weezer, mas que o pessoal já falava isso pra ele, enquanto que o baterista da banda disse que realmente eles tinham sim semelhança com a banda norteamericana. A banda é formada por 2 guitarras, baixo e bateria, e não tinha tietes como teve a banda anterior (se não me engano, é a primeira vez que tocam aqui). E se a banda anterior, Cerva Grátis, distribuiu, err, cerva grátias, a banda Distro jogou pra galera fósforos personalizados, um caiu direto na minha mão, guardei aqui em casa, pode vir a calhar. Abaixo um vídeo do Natal Rock Sessions.
Depois veio a banda sergipana The Baggios. E aí quando a banda começou eu pensava: PUTA QUE O PARIU, ISSO É BOM PRA CARAMBA, assim mesmo em caixa alta. Lógico que sendo eu do jeito que sou, fui logo pra primeira fileira, algo fácil, pois nessa altura não tinha quase ninguem por ali mesmo. E que som espetacular. A banda é só uma guitarra e uma bateria, ao melhor estilo White Stripes, e fazem um som que é um hard rock com base no blues que lembra o Led Zeppelin e o Deep Purple, as vezes tinha pitada do Hendrix, e só tocavam músicas próprias, o que é digno de aplausos (justiça seja feita, todas as bandas tocavam músicas próprias, até as de metal). Os pedidos de música pra o guitarrista eram vários, eu mesmo implorei por uma música do Zeppelin, outros pediam Purple Haze, entre outras no mesmo estilo. Enfim, até o momento, sem dúvida a melhor banda, o cara na guitarra mandava ver. Pena que os shows eram curtos, e rapidamente acabou, queria muito ver um show completo dessa banda sergipana. E seria interessante ver também uma banda completa, com baixo e uma gaita. Um pouco do som dos caras:
Depois foi a vez da banda Sacal. Juro que não saquei (não resisti) a banda. Rock com rap ou é hip/hop, acho que era por aí, só ouvi uma música e não aguentei e saí, fui é tomar cerva e conversar com o pessoal das bandas que tavam por ali por trás. Eu posso até estar sendo injusto com a banda, mas hip hop não me desce de jeito nenhum.
Por fim, foi a vez de Burro Morto, a banda que tem o som mais maduro dentre as bandas que tocaram no sábado. O som é um progressivo/psicodélico quase todo instrumental, bem trabalhado, viajante, pra se ouvir depois de tomar várias (como é o caso de quem vos escreve). Nem vou falar muito, olha um vídeoclipe aí:
Ao fim de Burro Morto eu já estava (lá vai) morto de cansaço, e não fiquei pra ver o DJ francês, que segundo me relatou um amigo que trabalha por lá (o Ivo da livraria), ouviu quando ele tava passando o som, e pareceu ser bom, ele fazia uns beatboxes e tal. Não vi, fica pra próxima (se tiver, mas DJ não é minha praia mesmo).
O sábado foi interessante, mas pra um Festival que faz 5 anos, deveria ser mais bem organizado. Atraso de uma hora, sem comida lá dentro, e o pior, era sem retorno - falha gravíssima, eu que cheguei desde o início, saí morrendo de fome, e poderia haver mais tendas, poderiam ser um negócio maior. Mas tudo bem, o importante é termos um Festival desse por aqui, e que melhore sempre a cada ano que passa, e mais bandas possam surgir por aqui, pra dar uma movimentada no nosso cenário musical.
Agora, vamos ao Festival Mundo. Só fui no sábado mesmo, mas queria ter ido no domingo também, pois neste dia teve Mundo Livre e Chico Correa, mas preferi curtir a tarde do domingo vendo futebol, filme, e iniciando a série Boston Legal. Pois bem, falemos do sábado então.
O Festival estava programado para começar às 16 horas, porém, infelizmente como é de praxe no Brasil, atrasou, só foi começar com uma hora de atraso. Cheguei na Usina Cultural às 16:30 aproximadamente, e o pessoal da primeira banda estava preparando o som ainda. Nas primeiras músicas o som estava terrível, e o show foi interrompido nesses minutos iniciais entre uma música e outra para o pessoal ajeitar o som. Deixando a desorganização de lado, vamos às bandas.
As três primeiras bandas, como seus próprios nomes já deixavam antever (R.I.D., Soturnus e Dissidium), eram de Metal, ou mais precisamente de um subtipo do Metal, mas não sei precisar o nome dessa vertente, só sei que não cantavam, mas vomitavam as letras, não dava pra entender absolutamente nada (junta o som não tão bom com a forma agressiva de os caras cantar e fica tudo uma maravilha). Durante essa tortura inicial, fiquei afastado do palco, tomando cerveja com o Koto, o Urso, o Manteiga e o Caveira, olhando de longe essa fauna peculiar formada pelos headbangers .
Aqui vale dizer que sempre entre uma banda e outra eram exibidos curtas de horror, mas numa sala que ficava um tanto afastada do palco, o que não facilitava na logística de quem quisesse ver os shows, ainda mais levando em conta que quando acaba a sessão a outra banda geralmente tinha começado. De qualquer forma, nesses 3 shows iniciais, como não me interessava muito, fui ver alguns curtas. Nada de tão interessante, pelo menos eu vi o curta que o amigo Arthur Lins fez para uma oficina, um filme sem roteiro que serve apenas como um exercício de ambientação inspirado no Dario Argento (um exercício interessante diga-se).
Voltando aos shows, a única coisa digna de nota desses 3 primeiros foi a terceira banda que tinha uma música chamada Michael Myers, que era igual a todas as outras, mas em compensação ao final da música eles tocaram a característica trilha do filme Halloween (em tempo, o nome da música é o do assassino do filme de John Carpenter - por favor não me venham com a porcaria do remake do Rob Zombie).
A 4ª banda foi a pessoense Cerva Grátis, e aqui a coisa começa a melhorar. Eles fazem um som voltado pra rock/pop com uma pegada mais hardcore/punk, e pelo que vi na platéia tem suas tietes que conhecem suas músicas. A banda é formada por 3 integrantes, o trio básico quitarra/baixo/bateria. O baixista tava com uma camisa que fiquei com inveja, do filme The Evil Dead do Sam Raimi. Tocaram um cover interessante do Wolfmother, que foi a música Woman. Engraçado é que no palco fica um isopor com o nome da banda, cheio de cerveja, e eles jogam a cerva pra galera. Quer dizer, as primeiras eles jogaram, mas algumas estouram, aí passaram a jogar pertinho do palco, o que fez reunir uma revoada de animais atrás de cerva grátis (se a cerva fosse boa eu tava lá também, mas Brahma Fresh, nem de graça).
Vídeo de Cerva Grátis num show em Fortaleza:
Depois veio a banda Distro, do Rio Grande do Norte. Essa banda já tinha uma levada um pouco mais pop do que a anterior, lembrando muitas vezes a banda Weezer, algo que cheguei a comentar com o pessoal da banda. Pra minha surpresa um dos guitarristas disse que nem conhecia tanto o Weezer, mas que o pessoal já falava isso pra ele, enquanto que o baterista da banda disse que realmente eles tinham sim semelhança com a banda norteamericana. A banda é formada por 2 guitarras, baixo e bateria, e não tinha tietes como teve a banda anterior (se não me engano, é a primeira vez que tocam aqui). E se a banda anterior, Cerva Grátis, distribuiu, err, cerva grátias, a banda Distro jogou pra galera fósforos personalizados, um caiu direto na minha mão, guardei aqui em casa, pode vir a calhar. Abaixo um vídeo do Natal Rock Sessions.
Depois veio a banda sergipana The Baggios. E aí quando a banda começou eu pensava: PUTA QUE O PARIU, ISSO É BOM PRA CARAMBA, assim mesmo em caixa alta. Lógico que sendo eu do jeito que sou, fui logo pra primeira fileira, algo fácil, pois nessa altura não tinha quase ninguem por ali mesmo. E que som espetacular. A banda é só uma guitarra e uma bateria, ao melhor estilo White Stripes, e fazem um som que é um hard rock com base no blues que lembra o Led Zeppelin e o Deep Purple, as vezes tinha pitada do Hendrix, e só tocavam músicas próprias, o que é digno de aplausos (justiça seja feita, todas as bandas tocavam músicas próprias, até as de metal). Os pedidos de música pra o guitarrista eram vários, eu mesmo implorei por uma música do Zeppelin, outros pediam Purple Haze, entre outras no mesmo estilo. Enfim, até o momento, sem dúvida a melhor banda, o cara na guitarra mandava ver. Pena que os shows eram curtos, e rapidamente acabou, queria muito ver um show completo dessa banda sergipana. E seria interessante ver também uma banda completa, com baixo e uma gaita. Um pouco do som dos caras:
Depois foi a vez da banda Sacal. Juro que não saquei (não resisti) a banda. Rock com rap ou é hip/hop, acho que era por aí, só ouvi uma música e não aguentei e saí, fui é tomar cerva e conversar com o pessoal das bandas que tavam por ali por trás. Eu posso até estar sendo injusto com a banda, mas hip hop não me desce de jeito nenhum.
Por fim, foi a vez de Burro Morto, a banda que tem o som mais maduro dentre as bandas que tocaram no sábado. O som é um progressivo/psicodélico quase todo instrumental, bem trabalhado, viajante, pra se ouvir depois de tomar várias (como é o caso de quem vos escreve). Nem vou falar muito, olha um vídeoclipe aí:
Ao fim de Burro Morto eu já estava (lá vai) morto de cansaço, e não fiquei pra ver o DJ francês, que segundo me relatou um amigo que trabalha por lá (o Ivo da livraria), ouviu quando ele tava passando o som, e pareceu ser bom, ele fazia uns beatboxes e tal. Não vi, fica pra próxima (se tiver, mas DJ não é minha praia mesmo).
O sábado foi interessante, mas pra um Festival que faz 5 anos, deveria ser mais bem organizado. Atraso de uma hora, sem comida lá dentro, e o pior, era sem retorno - falha gravíssima, eu que cheguei desde o início, saí morrendo de fome, e poderia haver mais tendas, poderiam ser um negócio maior. Mas tudo bem, o importante é termos um Festival desse por aqui, e que melhore sempre a cada ano que passa, e mais bandas possam surgir por aqui, pra dar uma movimentada no nosso cenário musical.
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