En chantant

Em 1978 Michel Sardou éditou esta canção que eu considero uma grande lição de vida pois como diz o Povo: «Quem canta seus males espanta».
Muito vezes sentimos que para um certo probléma não temos solução e depois de ouvir uma canção a nossa mente clareia e encontramos uma alternativa

Quand j'étais petit garçon
Je repassais mes leçons
En chantant
Et bien des années plus tard
Je chassais mes idées noires
En chantant
C'est beaucoup moins inquiétant
De parler du mauvais temps
En chantant
Et c'est tellement plus mignon
De se faire traiter de con
En chanson

La vie c'est plus marrant
C'est moins désespérant
En chantant

La première fille de ma vie
Dans la rue je l'ai suivie
En chantant
Quand elle s'est déshabillée
J'ai joué le vieil habitué
En chantant
J'étais si content de moi
Que j'ai fait l'amour dix fois
En chantant
Mais je n'peux pas m'expliquer
Qu'au matin elle m'ait quitté
Enchantée

L'amour c'est plus marrant
C'est moins désespérant
En chantant

Tout les hommes vont en galère
A la pêche ou à la guerre
En chantant
La fleur au bout du fusil
La victoire se gagne aussi
En chantant
On ne parle à Jéhovah
A Jupiter à Boudha
Qu'en chantant
Qu'elles que soient nos opinions
On fait sa révolution
En chanson

Le monde est plus marrant
C'est moins désespérant
En chantant

Puisqu'il faut mourir enfin
Que ce soit côté jardin
En chantant
Si ma femme a de la peine
Que mes enfants la soutiennent
En chantant
Quand j'irai revoir mon père
Qui m'attend les bras ouverts
En chantant
J'aimerais que sur la terre
Tous mes bons copains m'enterrent
En chantant

La mort c'est plus marrant
C'est moins désespérant
En chantant

Quand j'étais petit garçon
Je repassais mes leçons
En chantant
Et bien des années plus tard
Je chassais mes idées noires
En chantant
C'est beaucoup moins inquiétant
De parler du mauvais temps
En chantant
Et c'est tellement plus mignon
De se faire traiter de con
En chanson

American Pie

"American pie" é uma canção de Don Mc Lean do album "American pie" de 1971 que atingiu o top em 1972 a cançã é uma homenagem Buddy Holly, Ritchie Valens, e J. P. Richardson (The Big Bopper) que perderam a vida no acidente de avião a 3 de fevereiro de 1959





A long, long time ago...
I can still remember
How that music used to make me smile.
And I knew if I had my chance
That I could make those people dance
And, maybe, they'd be happy for a while.

But february made me shiver
With every paper I'd deliver.
Bad news on the doorstep;
I couldn't take one more step.

I can't remember if I cried
When I read about his widowed bride,
But something touched me deep inside
The day the music died.

So bye-bye, miss american pie.
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
And them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye
Singin', "this'll be the day that I die.
"this'll be the day that I die."

Did you write the book of love,
And do you have faith in God above,
If the Bible tells you so?
Do you believe in rock 'n roll,
Can music save your mortal soul,
And can you teach me how to dance real slow?

Well, I know that you're in love with him
`cause I saw you dancin' in the gym.
You both kicked off your shoes.
Man, I dig those rhythm and blues.

I was a lonely teenage broncin' buck
With a pink carnation and a pickup truck,
But I knew I was out of luck
The day the music died.

I started singin',
"bye-bye, miss american pie."
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
Them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye
And singin', "this'll be the day that I die.
"this'll be the day that I die."

Now for ten years we've been on our own
And moss grows fat on a rollin' stone,
But that's not how it used to be.
When the jester sang for the king and queen,
In a coat he borrowed from james dean
And a voice that came from you and me,

Oh, and while the king was looking down,
The jester stole his thorny crown.
The courtroom was adjourned;
No verdict was returned.
And while lennon read a book of marx,
The quartet practiced in the park,
And we sang dirges in the dark
The day the music died.

We were singing,
"bye-bye, miss american pie."
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
Them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye
And singin', "this'll be the day that I die.
"this'll be the day that I die."

Helter skelter in a summer swelter.
The birds flew off with a fallout shelter,
Eight miles high and falling fast.
It landed foul on the grass.
The players tried for a forward pass,
With the jester on the sidelines in a cast.

Now the half-time air was sweet perfume
While the sergeants played a marching tune.
We all got up to dance,
Oh, but we never got the chance!
`cause the players tried to take the field;
The marching band refused to yield.
Do you recall what was revealed
The day the music died?

We started singing,
"bye-bye, miss american pie."
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
Them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye
And singin', "this'll be the day that I die.
"this'll be the day that I die."

Oh, and there we were all in one place,
A generation lost in space
With no time left to start again.
So come on: jack be nimble, jack be quick!
Jack flash sat on a candlestick
Cause fire is the devil's only friend.

Oh, and as I watched him on the stage
My hands were clenched in fists of rage.
No angel born in hell
Could break that satan's spell.
And as the flames climbed high into the night
To light the sacrificial rite,
I saw satan laughing with delight
The day the music died

He was singing,
"bye-bye, miss american pie."
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
Them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye
And singin', "this'll be the day that I die.
"this'll be the day that I die."

I met a girl who sang the blues
And I asked her for some happy news,
But she just smiled and turned away.
I went down to the sacred store
Where I'd heard the music years before,
But the man there said the music wouldn't play.

And in the streets: the children screamed,
The lovers cried, and the poets dreamed.
But not a word was spoken;
The church bells all were broken.
And the three men I admire most:
The father, son, and the holy ghost,
They caught the last train for the coast
The day the music died.

And they were singing,
"bye-bye, miss american pie."
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
And them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye
Singin', "this'll be the day that I die.
"this'll be the day that I die."

They were singing,
"bye-bye, miss american pie."
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
Them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye
Singin', "this'll be the day that I die."

Life's a long song

Jethro tull



When you're falling awake and you take stock of the new day,
And you hear your voice croak as you choke on what you need to say,
Well, dont you fret, dont you fear,
I will give you good cheer.

Life's a long song.
Life's a long song.
Life's a long song.

If you wait then your plate I will fill.

As the verses unfold and your soul suffers the long day,
And the twelve oclock gloom spins the room,
You struggle on your way.
Well, dont you sigh, dont you cry,
Lick the dust from your eye.

Life's a long song.
Life's a long song.
Life's a long song.

We will meet in the sweet light of dawn.

As the baker street train spills your pain all over your new dress,
And the symphony sounds underground put you under duress,
Well dont you squeal as the heel grinds you under the wheel.

Life's a long song.
Life's a long song.
Life's a long song.

But the tune ends too soon for us all.

I can't get no satisfaction

No ano de 1965 os Rolling Stones éditaram esta canção, que nos fala da insastifacção da juventude.
A canção atingiu o Nº1 dos top tanto nos estados unidos como em terras de sua magestade Dona Isabelle II
Otis Redding, Devo, Gloria Trevi, Alejandra Guzmán, Vanilla Ice, Britney Spears, The Residents, The Supremes, e Cat Power são algums dos que gravaram versões da dita canção.



I can't get no satisfaction,
I can't get no satisfaction.
'Cause I try and I try and I try and I try.
I can't get no, I can't get no.

When I'm drivin' in my car
and a man comes on the radio
and he's tellin' me more and more
useless information
supposed to misfire my imagination.
I can't get no, oh no no no.
Hey hey hey, that's what I say.

I can't get no satisfaction,
I can't get no satisfaction.
'Cause I try and I try and I try and I try.
I can't get no, I can't get no.

When I'm watchin' my TV
and a man comes on to tell me
how white my shirts can be.
Well he can't be a man 'cause he doesn't smoke
the same cigarrettes as me.
I can't get no, oh no no no.
Hey hey hey, that's what I say.

I can't get no satisfaction,
I can't get no girl reaction.
'Cause I try and I try and I try and I try.
I can't get no, I can't get no.

When I'm ridin' round the world
and I'm doin' this and I'm signing that
and I'm tryin' to make some girl
who tells me baby better come back later next week
'cause you see I'm on losing streak.
I can't get no, oh no no no.
Hey hey hey, that's what I say.

I can't get no, I can't get no,
I can't get no satisfaction,
no satisfaction, no satisfaction, no satisfaction.

I Can See Clearly Now

"I Can See Clearly Now" é uma canção que foi escrita e gravada por Johnny Nash em 1972, na época foi um grande sucesso tanto nos Estados unidos com em Inglaterra. Existem varias versão de varios artistas incluindo esta de Jimmy Cliffde 1993 que foi um sucesso a nivel mundial e que aqui vos deixo se quiserem podem ver aqui a versão original.
É uma canção optima para ouvir nestes dias de incerteza pois ela nos recorda que há sempre um amanhã.

Sorrow

Ontem 15 de setembre de 2008 faleceu em Londres vitima de cancro Richard Wright, fundador dos Pink Floyd.

Richard William Wright, vulgarmente conhecido por Rick, foi fundador, compositor e teclista dos PinkFloyd,tendo participado no primeiro álbum do grupo, ‘The Piper at the Gates of Dawn’, em 1967, ao lado de Syd Barret, Roger Waters e Nick Mason.

Wright conheceu o êxito global com os Pink Floyd, a partir de 1973, com o álbum ‘The Dark Side Of the Moon’, onde o teclista teve um papel fundamental, assinando dois dos mais populares temas, ‘Great Gig in the Sky’ e ‘Us and Them’.

Dedico-lhe esta canção

War

Em 1976 Bob Marley éditou o album "Rastman vibration" do qual faz parte esta canção que é um protesto á descriminação racial



Until the philosophy which hold one race superior
And another
Inferior
Is finally
And permanently
Discredited
And abandoned -
Everywhere is war -
Me say war.
That until there no longer
First class and second class citizens of any nation
Until the colour of a man's skin
Is of no more significance than the colour of his eyes -
Me say war.
That until the basic human rights
Are equally guaranteed to all,
Without regard to race -
Dis a war.
That until that day
The dream of lasting peace,
World citizenship
Rule of international morality
Will remain in but a fleeting illusion to be pursued,
But never attained -
Now everywhere is war - war.
And until the ignoble and unhappy regimes
that hold our brothers in Angola,
In Mozambique,
South Africa
Sub-human bondage
Have been toppled,
Utterly destroyed -
Well, everywhere is war -
Me say war.
War in the east,
War in the west,
War up north,
War down south -
War - war -
Rumours of war.
And until that day,
The African continent
Will not know peace,
We Africans will fight - we find it necessary -
And we know we shall win
As we are confident
In the victory
Of good over evil -
Good over evil, yeah!
Good over evil -
Good over evil, yeah!
Good over evil -
Good over evil, yeah!

Remember the days of the old schoolyard

Em 1977 Cat Stevens editou o album "Izitso" do qual faz parte esta cançao que nos fala das saudades dos velhos tempos de escola


Remember the days of the old schoolyard

We used to laugh a lot, oh don't you
Remember the days of the old schoolyard
When we had imaginings and we had
All kinds of things and we laughed
And needed love... yes, i do
Oh and i remember you
Remember the days of the old schoolyard
We used to cry a lot, oh don't you
Remember the days of the old schoolyard
When we had simplicity and we had
Warm toast for tea and we laughed
And needed love.. yes, i do
Oh and i remember you

You were my sweet love, my first sweet love
My lovey dove, my love lovey dove
No matter what place, whichever the place
I still see your face, your smiling face
In childish dreams, inside my dreams
Like king and queen, god save our dreams
N'though time may face, though time may fade
It ain't never too late, to learn about love
Learn about love

Remember the days of the old schoolyard
We used to laugh a lot, oh don't you
Remember the days of the old schoolyard
When we had imaginings and we had
All kinds of things and we laughed
And needed love... yes, i do
Oh and i remember you

Me and Julio Down By The School Yard

Em 1971 Paul Simon escreveu esta canção que éditou no seu album de 1972. A canção fala nos de uma familia problematica na qual o miudo apesar de não ser um estudante exemplar sente-se melhor na escola do que em casa.

Song Lyrics

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."