Lazy Sunday

Continuando a peregrinação pelos anos 60, hoje trago Small Faces, banda britânica que foi uma das grandes influências do Britpop da década de 90.



A wouldn't it be nice
to get on with me neighbours
But they make it very clear
They've got no room for ravers
They stop me from groovin',
they bang on me wall
They doing me crust in,
it's no good at all - ah

Lazy Sunday afternoon
I've got no mind to worry
I close my eyes and drift away

Here we all are sittin' in a rainbow
Gor blimey hello Mrs. Jones
How's old Bert's lumbago?
He mustn't grumble
Tweedle dee bite
I'll sing you a song with no words and no tune
Tweedle dee bite
To sing in your karsey
While you suss-out the moon - oh yeah

Lazy Sunday afternoon-
a - tweedle dee bite - tweedle dee bite -
tweedle dee bite
I've got no mind to worry - yeah
- I've got no mind to worry
Close my eyes and drift away-a

Root-de-doo-de-doo,
a-root-de-doot-de doy di
A-root-de doot de dum,
a-ree-de-dee-de-doo dee - doo doo ....
There's no one to hear me,
there's nothing to say
And no one can stop me
from feeling this way - yeah

Lazy Sunday afternoon
I've got no mind to worry
Close my eyes and drift away

Lazy Sunday afternoon
I've got no mind to worry
Close my eyes and drift

Space Oddity

Música do mestre David Bowie de 1969.



Ground control to major tom
Ground control to major tom
Take your protein pills and put your helmet on

Ground control to major tom
Commencing countdown, engines on
Check ignition and may gods love be with you

Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five,
Four, three, two, one, liftoff

This is ground control to major tom
Youve really made the grade
And the papers want to know whose shirts you wear
Now its time to leave the capsule if you dare

This is major tom to ground control
Im stepping through the door
And Im floating in a most peculiar way
And the stars look very different today

For here
Am I sitting in a tin can
Far above the world
Planet earth is blue
And theres nothing I can do

Though Im past one hundred thousand miles
Im feeling very still
And I think my spaceship knows which way to go
Tell me wife I love her very much she knows

Ground control to major tom
Your circuits dead, theres something wrong
Can you hear me, major tom?
Can you hear me, major tom?
Can you hear me, major tom?
Can you....

Here am I floating round my tin can
Far above the moon
Planet earth is blue
And theres nothing I can do.

Love is All Around

Faz tempo que não faço uma incursão na década de 60 aqui no blog, então vou começar por hoje e vai durar não sei quantos posts (uns 10, sei lá). Na verdade hoje só a música é 1967, da banda The Troggs, mas é versão é um cover que o R.E.M. fez num acústico, e ficou muito linda:



I feel it in my fingers
I feel it in my toes
The love that's all around me
And so the feeling grows
It's written on the wind
It's everywhere I go
So if you really love me
Come on and let it show
You know I love you, I always will
My mind's made up by the way that I feel
There's no beginning, there'll be no end
'Cause on my love you can depend
I see your face before me
As I lay on my bed
I cannot get to thinking
Of all the things you said
You gave your promise to me and I gave mine to you
I need someone beside me in everything I do
You know I love you, I always will
My mind's made up by the way that I feel
There's no beginning, there'll be no end
'Cause on my love you can depend
I got to keep it moving
It's written in the wind
Oh everywhere I go
So if you really love me
Come on and let it show
Come on and let it,
Come on and let it,
Come on and let it,
Come on and let it show

Ocean Breaths Salty

Modest Mouse volta ao blog com uma música empolgante. Este ano inclusive saiu álbum novo deles, depois coloco por aqui.



Your body may be gone, I'm gonna carry you in.
In my head, in my heart, in my soul.
And maybe we'll get lucky and we'll both live again.
Well I don't know. I don't know. I don't know. Don't think so.

Well that is that and this is this.
You tell me what you want and I'll tell you what you get.
You get away from me. You get away from me.
Collected my belongings and I left the jail.
Well thanks for the time, I needed to think a spell.
I had to think awhile. I had to think awhile.

The ocean breathes salty, won't you carry it in?
In your head, in your mouth, in your soul.
And maybe we'll get lucky and we'll both grow old.
Well I don't know. I don't know. I don't know. I hope so.

Well that is that and this is this.
You tell me what you want and I'll tell you what you get.
You get away from me. (You get away from me) You get away from me.
Collected my belongings and I left the jail.
Well thanks for the time, I needed to think a spell.
I had to think awhile. (I had to think awhile) I had to think awhile.

Well that is that and this is this.
Will you tell me what you saw and I'll tell you what you missed,
when the ocean met the sky. (You missed, you missed)
You missed when time and life shook hands and said goodbye. (You missed)
When the earth folded in on itself. (You missed)
And said "Good luck, for your sake I hope heaven and hell (You missed, you missed)
are really there, but I wouldn't hold my breath." (You missed, you missed)
You wasted life, why wouldn't you waste death? (You missed, you missed)
You wasted life, why wouldn't you waste death?

The ocean breathes salty, won't you carry it in?
In your head, in your mouth, in your soul.
The more we move ahead the more we're stuck in rewind.
Well I don't mind. I don't mind. How the hell could I mind?

Well that is that and this is this.
You tell me what you want and I'll tell you what you get.
You get away from me. (You get away from me) You get away from me.

Well that is that and this is this.
Will you tell me what you saw and I'll tell you what you missed,
when the ocean met the sky. (You missed, you missed)
You wasted life, why wouldn't you waste the afterlife?

Alright

Um dos grandes hits da era do Britpop, de Supergrass:



We are young, we run green,
Keep our teeth, nice and clean,
See our friends, see the sights, feel alright,
We wake up, we go out, smoke a fag,
Put it out, see our friends,
See the sights, feel alright,

Are we like you?
I can't be sure,
Of the scene, as she turns,
We are strange in our worlds,

But we are young, we get by,
Can't go mad, ain't got time,
Sleep around, if we like,
But we're alright,
Got some cash, bought some wheels,
Took it out, 'cross the fields,
Lost control, hit a wall,
But we're alright,

Are we like you,
I can't be sure,
Of the scene, as she turns,
We are strange in our worlds,

But we are young, we run green,
Keep our teeth, nice and clean,
See our friends, see the sights, feel alright,

Are we like you,
I can't be sure,
Of the scene, as she turns,
We are strange in our world,

But we are young, we run green,
Keep our teeth, nice and clean,
See our friends, see the sights, feel alright.

Winter in the Hamptons

O folk/pop de Josh Rouse:



Here we go
Singin' our songs with our soul
Winter has gone
Where do we belong
We have stayed too long

Friday night
So uptight we get stoned
Sit in the Hamptons
It is too cold
We have stayed too long

Spring is finally here
And we're so well dressed
It's a talent and it's our style
So put on your hat
Because the forecast is rain clouds

Never know
American scene's such a bore
Embarassing
Still, we are hangin' on
We have stayed too long

And we'll fly
Take a gypsy to Eurosize
Our money is gone
Where do we belong
We have stayed too long

Sick of livin' here
It's such a mess
'Cause the government they're all liars
So put on your hat
Because the forecast is rain clouds

Ladykillers

Um pouquinho do bom e velho britpop com Lush.



Here we go, I'm hanging out in Camden
Drink with my girlfriends on a Saturday night

This guy says, "come and meet my girlfriend"
She's sitting in the corner looking rather uptight

So I say "hello" and I try to be nice
But I see he's feeling itchy
Trying to play us off each other,
"Girls, girls, please don't fight" (you get the picture)

Hey you, the muscles and the long hair
Telling me that women are superior to men
Most guys just don't appreciate this
You just convincing me you're better than them

So he talks for hours about his sensitive soul
And his favorite subject is sex
I don't think he even wanted it
But, Christ this guy's too much (I wanna tell him)

I'm as human as the next girl,
I like a bit of flattery
But I don't need your practised lines, your school of charm mentality so
Save your breath for someone else and credit me with something more
When it comes to men like you,
I know the score,
I've heard it all before

(Here comes the next one)
Blondie was with me for a summer
He flirted like a maniac but I wouldn't bite
I'm weak and he was so persistent
He only had to have me 'cause I put up a fight

Oh God, the boy had such an ego
He liked to talk about himself all day and all night
You think you're such a ladykiller
But you were nothing special 'til you turned out the light

When he's nice to me he's just nice to himself
And he's watching his reflection
I'm a five foot mirror for adoring himself
Here's seven years bad luck (I wanna tell him)

When you say you love me you're just flattering your vanity
But I don't need your practised lines your, your school of charm mentality so
Save your breath for someone else and credit me with something more
When it comes to men like you,
I know the score,
I've heard it all before

Ooh, you're such a ladykiller, always on a winner, thinking that you're in there
Oh boy, you're such a ladykiller, super sexy mister, call it what you will, oh
You think you're such a lady killer, I just bet you're still there, posing in the mirror
Hey girls, he's such a ladykiller, but we know where he's coming from and we know the score

Untitled

Percebi que ainda não postei nenhuma música de uma das melhores bandas que surgiram na década 00, o Interpol, banda de Nova Iorque que tem influências do Joy Division. O vídeo não é oficial, é de algum universitário que o fez como projeto, não é tão bom, mas o importante é a música.



surprise sometimes
will come around
surprise sometimes
will come around
I will surprise you sometime
I'll come around
I will surprise you sometime
I'll come around
when you're down

Govinda

Kula Shaker era uma banda da época do britpop bem interessante, pois uniu a psicodelia da década de 60 e o misticismo da música indiana (a lá George Harrison), formando um som bem distinto, algo como uma fusão entre Oasis, psicodelismo e a música Within You Without You do Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band.



Govinda Jaya Jaya
Gopala Jaya Jaya
Radha-ramanahari
Govinda Jaya Jaya
Nrsingadeva Jaya Nrsingadeva (twice) (repeat verse)
Gaura Gaura Gaura Hari
Gaura Hari
Prabhupda
Govindam

Son of a Gun & There She Goes

Na época de ouro do Britpop uma das bandas que tinha o maior potencial era The La's, inclusive lançou um dos melhores cds do britpop, chamado também The La's. Um pena que só foi esse álbum mesmo que eles lançaram, sendo que em 95 eles se separaram, parece que o vocalista, Lee Marvers, era um perfeccionista incurável, o que acabou não dando certo pra banda. Como disse, uma pena, pois o único álbum deles tem um senso de rock britânico da década de 60 como nenhum outro álbum da era do britpop.

Broken Boy Soldier

O estranho e excêntrico Jack White é um dos grandes nomes do rock estadunidense da atualidade. Seja fazendo um garage rock com grandes doses de blues do White Stripes, seja no blues/rock do The Raconteurs, o fato é que Jack White é um cara legal pra caramba, e sabe muito bem fazer um rock n roll da melhor qualidade.



I'm pulling my questions from my shelf
I'm asking forgiveness
I'm asking about it by myself
And I want you to know this
And I want you to know this

You're rifling through a bunch of toys
That were handed down to me
Just take all the ones you want and then
Give the rest to my family

I'm going back to school today
But I'm dropping myself off
I'm throwing the childhood scenes away
I'm through ripping myself off
I'm done ripping myself off

Well I'm child and man and child again
The toy broken boy soldier

I'm child and man and child again
The boy never gets older
The boy never gets older
The boy never gets older
The boy never gets older
The boy never gets older
Never gets older

The boy broken toy soldier
The boy
The boy...

These Are My Twisted Words

Esta é a música nova do Radiohead, que provavelmente vai estar no próximo álbum, não tenho certeza. De qualquer forma, música nova do Radiohead é sempre uma ótima pedida,e com esta não é diferente, com uma sonoridade que lembra o In Rainbows, ou pelo menos algo como continuação deste.

Brianstorm

Mulheres de shortinho dançando ao som de riffs de guitarra distorcida? Tô dentro.



Brian
Top marks for not trying
So kind of you to bless us with your effortlessness
We're grateful and so strangely comforted

And I wonder
Are you putting us under
'Cos we can't take our eyes
Off the t-shirt and ties combination

Well see you later, innovator!

Some want to kiss some want to kick you
There's not nuthin' there you couldn't slip through
Or at least that's the impression I get
'Cos you're smooth and you're wet
And she's not aware yet, but she's yours


She'll be sayin' "Use me"
Show me the jacuzzi
I imagine that it's there on a plate
You're whole rendezvouz rate
Means that you'll never be frightnened
To make 'em wait for a while
I doubt it's your style
Not to get what you set
Out to acquire
The odds are on fire
You are the unforcasted storm

(Brian)
Calm, Collected and Commanding
(Top marks for not trying)
You leave the other story standing
With your renditions and jokes
Bet there's hundreds of blokes
That have wept 'cos you've stolen their...

Thunder
Are you putting us under
'Cos we can't take our eyes
Off the t-shirt and ties combination

Well see you later, innovator!

Wow and Flutter

I didn't question I didn't know,
As far as I'd seen life was endless,
When I realised I had to let go,
We are mere mortals,
As to the rest,
It's not eternal, imperishable,
While on the move,
It's not eternal, interminable,
Progress is the clue,

I though IBM was born with the world,
The US flag would float forever,
The cold opponent did pack away,
The capital will have to follow,
It's not eternal, imperishable,
Oh yes it will go,
It's not eternal, imperishable,
The dinosaur law,

Look at the symbols, they are alive,
They move evolve and then they die.

Mykonos

Vídeo gravado da platéia de um show do Fleet Foxes com boa qualidade de som e imagem.



The door slammed loud and rose up a cloud of dust on us
Footsteps follow, down through the hollow sound, torn up.

And you will go to Mykonos
With a vision of a gentle coast
And a sun to maybe dissipate
Shadows of the mess you made

How did animals in the snow tipped pines, I find
Hatching from the seed of your thin mind, all night?

And you will go to Mykonos
With a vision of a gentle coast
And a sun to maybe dissipate
Shadows of the mess you made

Brother you don't need to turn me away
I was waiting down at the ancient gate

You go
Wherever you go today
You go today

I remember how they took you down
As the winter turned the meadow brown

You go
Wherever you go today
You go today

When I'm walking brother don't you forget
It ain't often that you'll ever find a friend

You go
Wherever you go today
You go today

I Shall Be Released (vezes dois)

Uma pérola que só se encontra no youtube (uma das melhores invenções dentro da internet), uma gravação ao vivo de Fleet Foxes junto com Wilco (que irá aparecer por aqui em breve) cantando o mestre Bob Dylan, imperdível.



E aproveitando o ensejo, já que estou colocando I Shall Be Released, não posso deixar de colocar a versão definitiva da música: aquela tocada no The Last Waltz, quando se juntaram no palco uma penca de músicos espetaculares da época - The Band, Bob Dylan, Van Morrison, Ringo Starr, Eric Clapton, Neil Young, Joni Mitchel e outros que não lembro exatamente agora.




They say ev'rything can be replaced,
Yet ev'ry distance is not near.
So I remember ev'ry face
Of ev'ry man who put me here.
I see my light come shining
From the west unto the east.
Any day now, any day now,
I shall be released.

They say ev'ry man needs protection,
They say ev'ry man must fall.
Yet I swear I see my reflection
Some place so high above this wall.
I see my light come shining
From the west unto the east.
Any day now, any day now,
I shall be released.

Standing next to me in this lonely crowd,
Is a man who swears he's not to blame.
All day long I hear him shout so loud,
Crying out that he was framed.
I see my light come shining
From the west unto the east.
Any day now, any day now,
I shall be released.

Ragged Wood

He Doesn't Know Why

penniless and tired, with your hair grown long
i was looking at you there and your face looked wrong
memory is a fickle siren song
i didn't understand

in the gentle light as the morning nears
you don't say a single word of your last two years
well you will be, you've reached the frontier
i didn't understand, no

see your rugged hands and a silver knife
twenty dollars in your hand makes you hold so tight
all the evidence of your vacant life
my brother you were born

and you will try to do what you did before
pull the wool over your eyes
for a week or more
let your family take you back to your original mind

there's nothing i can do
there's nothing i can do
there's nothing i can say
there's nothing i can say
i can say

White Winter Hymnal

Sábado Tiago me fez lembrar de uma banda nova que é espetacular em sua mistura de Beach Boys, Neil Young, Bob Dylan, música gospel, folk e sei lá mais o que, e essa banda é Fleet Foxes (já apareceu por aqui antes). Essa semana, assim como aconteceu semana passada, será toda dedicada a uma única banda.



I was following the pack
All swallowed in their coats
With scarves of red tied 'round their throats
To keep their little heads
From fallin' in the snow
And I turned 'round and there you go
And, Michael, you would fall
And turn the white snow red as strawberries
In the summertime...

Know-how

Pra finalizar a semana, mais uma bela música do Kings of Convenience.



Riding on this know-how
Never been here before
Peculiarly entrusted
Possibly that's all
Is history recorded?
Does someone have a tape?
Surely, I'm no pioneer
Constellations stay the same

Just a little bit of danger
When intriguingly
Our little secret
Trusts that you trust me
'Cause no one will ever know
That this was happening
So tell me why you listen
When nobody's talking

What is there to know?
All this is what it is
You and me alone
Sheer simplicity

What is there to know?
All this is what it is
You and me alone
Sheer simplicity

What is there to know?
All this is what it is
You and me alone
Sheer simplicity

Gold in The Air Of Summer

Without giving anything away
I can say it's by the sea
It's a house that used to be
The home of a friend of mine

Without giving anything away
You'll find ships inside of bottles
When the garden's overgrown
The house is white, but the paint is coming off

I didn't know if you wanted to
But I came to pick you up
You didn't even hesitate
And now you and me are on our way
I think I've bought everything we need
Don't look back, don't think of the
Other places you should've been
It's a good thing that you came along with me

Gold in the air of summer
You'll shine like gold in the air of summer
You'll shine like gold in the air of summer
You'll shine like gold in the air of summer

Homesick

Não consigo parar de ouvir. Essa semana é toda dedicada a Kings of Convenience.



I lose some sales
and my boss won't be happy
but I can't stop listening to the sound
of two soft voices blended in perfection
from the reels of this record that I found

every day there's a boy in the mirror
asking me
what are you doing here
finding all my previous motives
growing increasingly unclear

I travelled far and I burned all the bridges
I believed as SOON as I hit land
all the other
options held before me
WILL wither in the light of my plan

so I lose some sales
and my boss won't be happy
but there's only one thing on my mind
searching boxes underneath the counter
on a chance that on a tape I'd find

a song for
someone who needs somewhere
to long for

homesick
cause I no longer know
what home is

Cayman Islands

Mais uma belíssima canção da dupla Kings of Convenience, que evoca uma paz tremenda e um sentimento que é quase como se apaixonar.



Through the alleyways to cool off in the shadows
then into the street following the water
there's a bearded man paddling in his canoe
looks as if he has come all the way from the cayman islands

these canals, it seems, they all go in circles
places look the same, and we're the only difference
the wind is in your hair, it's covering my view
I'm holding on to you, on a bike we've hired until tomorrow

if only they could see, if only they had been here
they would understand, how someone could have chosen
to go the length I've gone, to spend just one day riding
holding on to you, I never thought it would be this clear

Misread

A dupla Kings of Convenience faz um folk que lembra muito o som de Paul Simon e Garfunkel, absolutamente belo e com uma capacidade tremenda de me acalmar.



If you wanna be my friend
You want us to get along
Please do not expect me to
Wrap it up and keep it there
The observation I am doing could
Easily be understood
As cynical demeanour
But one of us misread...
And what do you know
It happened again

A friend is not a means
You utilize to get somewhere
Somehow I didn't notice
friendship is an end
What do you know
It happened again

How come no-one told me
All throughout history
The loneliest people
Were the ones who always spoke the truth
The ones who made a difference
By withstanding the indifference
I guess it's up to me now
Should I take that risk or just smile?

What do you know
It happened again
What do you know

Wake Up

Mais uma do álbum Funeral, Wake Up talvez seja a melhor do cd, e aqui eles tocas com ninguém menos do que David Bowie no palco, de dar arrepios.
p.s.: A loirinha linda que aparece na platéia aos 2:38 e 3:33 me parece ser a atriz Heather Grahan, quase certeza.



Somethin’ filled up
my heart with nothin’,
someone told me not to cry.

But now that I’m older,
my heart’s colder,
and I can see that it’s a lie.

Children wake up,
hold your mistake up,
before they turn the summer into dust.

If the children don’t grow up,
our bodies get bigger but our hearts get torn up.
We’re just a million little god’s causin rain storms turnin’ every good thing to rust.

I guess we’ll just have to adjust.

With my lighnin’ bolts a glowin’
I can see where I am goin’ to be
when the reaper he reaches and touches my hand.

With my lighnin’ bolts a glowin’
I can see where I am goin’
With my lighnin’ bolts a glowin’
I can see where I am go-goin’

You better look out below!