Todo Cambia

Hoje tive grande prazer e emoção ao ouvir a música Tudo Cambia interpretada pela cantora jacareiense Vívian Pelodan e um violonista (infelizmente não sei o nome dele), ambos de talento ímpar. Estou grata por haver tanta beleza e por  pessoas que espalham lindezas como essa pelo mundo. Hoje eles se apresentam no WiFi.

Todo Cambia

Mercedes Sosa

Cambia lo superficial
Cambia también lo profundo
Cambia el modo de pensar
Cambia todo en este mundo
Cambia el clima con los años
Cambia el pastor su rebaño
Y así como todo cambia
Que yo cambie no es extraño
Cambia el mas fino brillante
De mano en mano su brillo
Cambia el nido el pajarillo
Cambia el sentir un amante
Cambia el rumbo el caminante
Aúnque esto le cause daño
Y así como todo cambia
Que yo cambie no es extraño
Cambia todo cambia
Cambia todo cambia
Cambia todo cambia
Cambia todo cambia
Cambia el sol en su carrera
Cuando la noche subsiste
Cambia la planta y se viste
De verde en la primavera
Cambia el pelaje la fiera
Cambia el cabello el anciano
Y así como todo cambia
Que yo cambie no es extraño
Cambia todo cambia
Cambia todo cambia
Cambia todo cambia
Cambia todo cambia
Pero no cambia mi amor
Por mas lejo que me encuentre
Ni el recuerdo ni el dolor
De mi pueblo y de mi gente
Lo que cambió ayer
Tendrá que cambiar mañana
Así como cambio yo
En esta tierra lejana
Cambia todo cambia
Cambia todo cambia
Cambia todo cambia
Cambia todo cambia
Pero no cambia mi amor

Pero no cambia mi amor
Por mas lejo que me encuentre
Ni el recuerdo ni el dolor
De mi pueblo y de mi gente

Lo que cambió ayer
Tendrá que cambiar mañana
Así como cambio yo
En esta tierra lejana

Cambia todo cambia
Cambia todo cambia
Cambia todo cambia
Cambia todo cambia

 

 

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

 

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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