Colours

Estou apaixonada por essa música de um obscuro grupo garimpado no youtube; nem um videoclipe tem. Achei própria para ouvir e relaxar numa sexta à noite.

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When I was feeling it so hard
I couldn’t see through my scars
You led the way through the dark
My eyes were opened with love

I’m seeing colours flowing through my mind
Colours, Colours
And I want to walk in your water
And I want to walk in your water

When I was feeling it so hard
I couldn’t see through my scars

Now I’m seeing colours flowing through my mind
Colours, Colours

I’m seeing colours,
Colours, colours, colours, colours, colours, colours

The Ballad of a Thin Man

The Ballad of a Thin Man

Bob Dylan

You walk into the room
With your pencil in your hand
You see somebody naked
And you say, “Who is that man ?”
You try so hard
But you don’t understand
Just what you’ll say
When you get home.

Because something is happening here
But you don’t know what it is
Do you, Mister Jones ?

You raise up your head
And you ask, “Is this where it is ?”
And somebody points to you and says
“It’s his”
And you says, “What’s mine ?”
And somebody else says, “Well, what is ?”
And you say, “Oh my God
Am I here all alone ?”

But something is happening here
But you don’t know what it is
Do you, Mister Jones ?

You hand in your ticket
And you go watch the geek
Who immediately walks up to you
When he hears you speak
And says, “How does it feel
To be such a freak ?”
And you say, “Impossible”
As he hands you a bone.

And something is happening here
But you don’t know what it is
Do you, Mister Jones ?

You have many contacts
Among the lumberjacks
To get you facts
When someone attacks your imagination
But nobody has any respect
Anyway they already expect you
To all give a check
To tax-deductible charity organizations.
You’ve been with the professors
And they’ve all liked your looks
With great lawyers you have
Discussed lepers and crooks
You’ve been through all of
F. Scott Fitzgerald’s books
You’re very well read
It’s well known.

But something is happening here
And you don’t know what it is
Do you, Mister Jones ?

Well, the sword swallower, he comes up to you
And then he kneels
He crosses himself
And then he clicks his high heels
And without further notice
He asks you how it feels
And he says, “Here is your throat back
Thanks for the loan”.

And you know something is happening
But you don’t know what it is
Do you, Mister Jones ?

Now you see this one-eyed midget
Shouting the word “NOW”
And you say, “For what reason ?”
And he says, “How ?”
And you say, “What does this mean ?”
And he screams back, “You’re a cow
Give me some milk
Or else go home”.

Because something is happening
But you don’t know what it is
Do you, Mister Jones ?

Well, you walk into the room
Like a camel and then you frown
You put your eyes in your pocket
And your nose on the ground
There ought to be a law
Against you comin’ around
You should be made
To wear earphones.

But something is happening
And you don’t know what it is
Do you, Mister Jones?

 

Só posso chamar a todos que não consideram a obra de Dylan merecedora de um Prêmio Nobel de Literatura de Senhores Jones. A questão agora parece ser outra: se Ele vai aceitar ou não o prêmio, já que os organizadores desse evento não conseguem entrar em contato com ele. A uns e outros, Bob Dylan tem ignorado igualmente mantendo sua atitude blasé. Não fez nenhum pronunciamento sobre sua premiação. Talvez a melhor atitude a ser tomada diante de tanta controvérsia seja o silêncio.

Velvet Goldmine-David Bowie

Velvet Goldmine-David Bowie

 

You got crazy legs, you got amazing head
You got rings on your fingers and your hair’s hot red
You got wit from my tongue, name on the sun
I gotcha going to my breast
Cause you’re the only one, who uses school to pleasure

You make me act real gone, you make me trawl along
I had to ravish your capsule, suck you dry
Feel the teeth in your bone, heal ya head with my own
Why if I don’t have you home, we’ll have to fight alone
Hang all together

Velvet Goldmine, you stroke me like the rain
Snake it, take it, panther princess you must stay
Velvet Goldmine, naked on your chain
I’ll be your king volcano right for you again and again
My Velvet Goldmine

You’re my taste, my trip, I’ll be your master zip
I’ll suck your hair for kicks, you’ll make me jump to my feet
So you’ll give me your hand, give me your sound
Let my sea wash your face, I’m falling, I can’t stand
Oooh! Put your mink on

Velvet Goldmine, you stroke me like the rain
Snake it, take it, panther princess you must stay
Velvet Goldmine, naked on your chain
I’ll be your king volcano right for you again and again
My Velvet Goldmine

Oh
Shoot you down, bang bang

Velvet Goldmine, you stroke me like the rain
Snake it, take it, panther princess you must stay
Velvet Goldmine, naked on your chain
I’ll be your king volcano right for you again and again
My Velvet Goldmine

Velvet Goldmine,
Velvet Goldmine,
My Velvet Goldmine
Velvet Goldmine

 

Tripping

Aparentemente o início dessa música de Robbie Williams é uma citação de uma frase de Mahatma Gandhi.

Tripping                                                              Tropeçando

 

First they ignore you                                   Primeiro eles te ignoram

Then laugh at you and hate you               Então eles riem de você e te odeiam

Then they fight you – then you win         Então eles brigam com você – aí você ganha

When the truth dies                                     Quando a verdade morre

Very bad things happen                               Muitas coisas ruins acontecem.

They’re being heartless again                   Eles estão sendo cruéis de novo.

 

I know it’s coming                                          Eu sei que está vindo

There’s going to be violence                      e vai ser violento

I’ve taken as much                                         Eu consegui bastante

As I’m willing to take                                     como estou disposto a mais

Why do you think                                           Porque você pensa

We should suffer in silence                        que nós devíamos sofrer no silêncio

When a heart is broken                                Quando um coração está partido

There’s nothing to break                             não há nada para partir

 

 

(Chorus Backing Vocal:                               (Refrão dos “Backing Vocal”:

Want you to love me                                    Quero que você me ame

Want you to be                                                 Quero que você seja

The heavens above me                                   O céu acima de mim

Eternally)                                                           Eternamente)

 

You’ve been mixing                                       Você tem estado misturado

With some very heavy faces                     com algumas caras bem difíceis

The boys have done a bit of bird             Os meninos tem enganado uma parte das meninas

They don’t kill their own                              Eles não se matam

And they all love their mothers                               e todos eles amam suas mães

But you’re out of your depth son            Mas você está fora de sua profundidade filho

Have a word                                                     Fale alguma coisa.

 

 

I know it’s coming                                          Eu sei que está vindo

There’s going to be violence                      e vai ser violento

I’ve taken as much                                         Eu consegui bastante

As I’m willing to take                                     como estou disposto a mais

Why do you think                                           Porque você pensa

We should suffer in silence                        que nós devíamos sofrer no silêncio

The heart is broken                                       O coração está partido

There’s nothing to break                             não há nada para partir

 

 

All is wonderful in past lives                       Tudo é maravilhoso nas vidas passadas

Dreaming of the sun she warms              Sonhando com o sol que a esquenta

You should see me in the afterlife          Você deveria me ver na vida após a morte

Picking up the sons of dust                        Apanhando os restos mortais

 

When you think we’re lost                         Quando você pensa que estamos perdidos

We’re exploring                                              Estamos explorando

What you think is worthless                      O que você pensa que é inútil

I’m adoring                                                        Eu adoro

You don’t want the truth                            Você não quer a verdade

Truth is boring                                                 A verdade é chata

I got this fever need to                                Eu peguei essa febre de

Leave the house leave the car                  Deixar a casa deixar o carro

Leave the bad men where they are       Deixar os homens maus onde eles estão

Leave a few shells in my gun                     deixar algumas balas na minha arma

Stop me staring at the sun                         Parar de encarar o sol

 

 

I know it’s coming                                          Eu sei que está vindo

There’s going to be violence                      e vai ser violento

I’ve taken as much                                         Eu consegui bastante

As I’m willing to take                                     como estou disposto a mais

Why do you say                                                              Porque você pensa

We should suffer in silence                        que nós devíamos sofrer no silêncio

My heart is broken                                        O coração está partido

There’s nothing to break                             não há nada para partir

 

Asa de beija-flor

Silvio Rodrigues

 

Hoje eu me proponho fundar um partido de sonhos,

oficinas onde consertar asas de beija-flores

Admitem-se loucos, enfermos, gordos sem amor,

tolhidos, anões, vampiros e dias sem sol.

 

Hoje eu vou patrocinar a candura desenganada,

essa massa crítica de Deus que não é pós e nem moderna.

Admite-se proscritos, raivosos, povos sem lar,

desaparecidos devedores do banco mundial.

 

Por uma rua

descascada

por uma mão

bem apertada.

 

Hoje eu vou fazer uma assembléia de flores murchas,

de restos de festa infantil, de pinhatas usadas,

de almas penadas -do reino do natural-

que otorgam licença à qualquer artefato de amar.

 

Pelo levante,

pelo poente,

pelo desejo,

pela semente.

por tanta noite,

pelo sol diário,

em companhia

e em solitário.

 

Asa de beija-flor,

leve e pura.

Asa de beija-flor

para a cura.

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