Cecilia

Em 1970, Paul Simon & Art Garfunkel, éditaram o album "Bridge over troubled water" do qual faz parte esta canção que nos fala da tristeza da separação e da alegria da reconciliação




Celia, you're breaking my heart
You're shaking my confidence daily
Oh, Cecilia, I'm down on my knees
I'm begging you please to come home

Celia, you're breaking my heart
You're shaking my confidence daily
Oh, Cecilia, I'm down on my knees
I'm begging you please to come home
Come on home

Making love in the afternoon with Cecilia
Up in my bedroom (making love)
I got up to wash my face
When I come back to bed
Someone's taken my place

Celia, you're breaking my heart
You're shaking my confidence daily
Oh, Cecilia, I'm down on my knees
I'm begging you please to come home
Come on home

Jubilation,
She loves me again,
I fall on the floor and I laughing,

Jubilation,
She loves me again,
I fall on the floor and I'm laughing

Esta é uma canção dos Beatles de 1969

The devil went down to Georgia

Com esta canção Charles Daniels ganhou em 1979 o Grammy para o melhor interperte country.




The devil went down to Georgia, he was looking for a soul to steal.
He was in a bind 'cos he was way behind: he was willin' to make a deal.
When he came across this young man sawin' on a fiddle and playin' it hot.
And the devil jumped upon a hickory stump and said: "Boy let me tell you what:
"I bet you didn't know it, but I'm a fiddle player too.
"And if you'd care to take a dare, I'll make a bet with you.
"Now you play a pretty good fiddle, boy, but give the devil his due:
"I bet a fiddle of gold against your soul, 'cos I think I'm better than you."
The boy said: "My name's Johnny and it might be a sin,
"But I'll take your bet, your gonna regret, 'cos I'm the best that's ever been."

Johnny you rosin up your bow and play your fiddle hard.
'Cos hells broke loose in Georgia and the devil deals it hard.
And if you win you get this shiny fiddle made of gold.
But if you lose, the devil gets your soul.

The devil opened up his case and he said: "I'll start this show."
And fire flew from his fingertips as he resined up his bow.
And he pulled the bow across his strings and it made an evil hiss.
Then a band of demons joined in and it sounded something like this.
When the devil finished, Johnny said: "Well you're pretty good ol' son.
"But if you'll sit down in that chair, right there, and let me show you how its done."

Fire on the moun, run boys, run.
The devil's in the house of the risin' sun.
Chicken in the bread pin, pickin' out dough.
"Granny, does your dog bite?"
"No, child, no."

The devil bowed his head because he knew that he'd been beat.
He laid that golden fiddle on the ground at Johnny's feet.
Johnny said: "Devil just come on back if you ever want to try again.
"I told you once, you son of a bitch, I'm the best that's ever been."

And he played fire on the mount, run boys, run.
The devil's in the house of the risin' sun.
Chicken in the bread pin pickin' out dough.
"Granny, does your dog bite?"
"No, child, no."

We are the champions

Hoje 21 de agosto de 2008 Nelson Évora sagrou-se Campião Olimpico de triplo salto a ele dedico esta canção dos Queen



I've paid my dues -
Time after time -
I've done my sentence
But committed no crime -
And bad mistakes
I've made a few
I've had my share of sand kicked in my face -
But I've come through

We are the champions - my friends
And we'll keep on fighting - till the end -
We are the champions -
We are the champions
No time for losers
'Cause we are the champions - of the world -

I've taken my bows
And my curtain calls -
You brought me fame and fortuen and everything that goes with it
-
I thank you all -

But it's been no bed of roses
No pleasure cruise -
I consider it a challenge before the whole human race -
And I ain't gonna lose -

We are the champions - my friends
And we'll keep on fighting - till the end -
We are the champions -
We are the champions
No time for losers
'Cause we are the champions - of the world

Hey Joe

Nos dias 15, 16 e 17 de agosto de 1969 Teve lugar o Festival de artes e musica de Woodstock foi com esta canção que Jimi Hendrix encerrou o festival.




Hey joe, where you goin' with that gun of your hand
Hey joe, i said where you goin' with that gun in your hand, oh
I'm goin' down to shoot my old lady
You know i caught her messin' 'round with another man
Yeah, i'm goin' down to shoot my old lady
You know i caught her messin' 'round with another man
Huh! and that ain't cool
Huh hey hoe, i heard you shot your mamma down
You shot her down now
Hey joe, i heard you shot your lady down
You shot her down in the groud yeah!
Yeah!
Yes, i did, i shot her
You know i caught her messin' round messin' round town
Huh, yes i did i shot her
You know i caught my old lady messin' 'round town
And i gave her the gun
And i shot her
Alright
Shoot her one more time again baby!
Yeah!
Oh dig it
Oh alright
Hey joe,
Where you gonna run to now where you gonna go
Hey joe, i said
Where you gonna run to now where you gonna go
I'm goin' way down south
Way down to mexico way
Alright
I'm goin' way down south
Way down where i can be free
Ain't no one gonna find me
Ain't no hang-man gonna
He ain't gonna put a rope around me
You better believe it right now
I gotta go now
Hey, joe
You better run on down
Goodbye everybody
Hey hey joe

Sunday Bloody Sunday

Esta é talvez a mais conhecida canção dos U2, que nos recorda o domingo sangrente (30 de Janeiro de 1972) em que o Exercito Britanico matou 13 pessoas na Irlanda do Norte

Yes...

I cant believe the news today
Oh, I cant close my eyes and make it go away
How long...
How long must we sing this song?
How long? how long...

cause tonight...we can be as one
Tonight...

Broken bottles under childrens feet
Bodies strewn across the dead end street
But I wont heed the battle call
It puts my back up
Puts my back up against the wall

Sunday, bloody sunday
Sunday, bloody sunday
Sunday, bloody sunday (sunday bloody sunday...)
(allright lets go!)

And the battles just begun
Theres many lost, but tell me who has won
The trench is dug within our hearts
And mothers, children, brothers, sisters torn apart

Sunday, bloody sunday
Sunday, bloody sunday

How long...
How long must we sing this song?
How long? how long...

cause tonight...we can be as one
Tonight...
Tonight...

Sunday, bloody sunday (tonight)
Tonight
Sunday, bloody sunday (tonight)
(come get some!)

Wipe the tears from your eyes
Wipe your tears away
Wipe your tears away
I wipe your tears away
(sunday, bloody sunday)
I wipe your blood shot eyes
(sunday, bloody sunday)

Sunday, bloody sunday (sunday, bloody sunday)
Sunday, bloody sunday (sunday, bloody sunday)
(here I come!)

And its true we are immune
When fact is fiction and tv reality
And today the millions cry
We eat and drink while tomorrow they die

The real battle yet begun (sunday, bloody sunday)
To claim the victory jesus won (sunday, bloody sunday)
On...

Sunday bloody sunday
Sunday bloody sunday...

Don't Let Me Be Misunderstood

Esta canção foi originalmente escrita em 1964 por Bennie Benjamin, Gloria Caldwell e Sol Marcus para cantora e pianista Nina Simone mas eu gosto mais desta versão do Joe Cocker



Baby, do you understand me now,
Sometimes I feel a little mad.
But, don't you know that no one alive can always be an angel.
When things go wrong I feel real bad.

I'm just a soul whose intentions are good,
Oh Lord, please don't let me be misunderstood.

Baby, sometimes I'm so carefree,
With a joy that's hard to hide.
And sometimes it seems that, all I have to do is worry
And then you're bound to see my other side.

I'm just a soul whose intentions are good,
Oh Lord, please don't let me be misunderstood.

If I seem edgy,
I want you to know,
That I never mean to take it out on you.

Life has its problems,
And I get my share,
And that's one thing I never mean to do,

'Cause I love you,
Oh,

Oh, oh, oh, baby - don't you know I'm human.
I have thoughts like any other one.
Sometimes I find myself, Lord, regretting,
Some foolish thing - some little simple thing I've done.

I'm just a soul whose intentions are good,
Oh Lord, please don't let me be misunderstood.
(repeat)
(repeat

The Lamb Lies Down On Broadway

The Lamb Lies Down On Broadway é o téma que dá o titulo ao dulpo album que os Genesis éditaram em 1974 e é uma opera rock que nos conta as aventuras e desventuras de Rael um porto Riquenho em Nova-York

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Anel de rubi

Esta canção de Rui Velosofala-nos da primeira desilusão amorosa de um adolescente




tu eras aquela
que eu mais queria
pra me dar algum conforto e companhia
era so contigo que eu sonhava andar pra todo o lado e ate quem sabe talvez casar
ai o que eu passei so por te amar
a saliva que eu gastei para te mudar
mas ese teu mundo era mais forte do que eu e nem com a força da musica ele se moveu.

mesmo sabendo que nao gostavas
empenhei o meu anel de rubi
para te levar ao concerto que havia do rivoli

e era so a ti que eu mais queria
ao meu lado no concerto nesse dia
juntos no escuro de mao dada a ouvir
aquela musica maluca sempre a subir
mas tu nao ficaste nem meia hora
nao fizeste um esfor�o pra gostar e foste embora
contigo aprendi uma grande liçao
nao se ama alguem que nao ouve a mesma canção

mesmo sabendo que nao gostavas
empenhei o meu anel de rubi
para te levar ao concerto que havia do rivoli

foi nesse dia que percebi
nada mais por nos havia a fazer
a minha paixao por ti era um lume
que nao tinha mais lenha
por onde arder

mesmo sabendo que nao gostavas
empenhei o meu anel de rubi
para te levar ao concerto que havia do rivoli