Lou Reed
Nascido em Brooklyn, New York a 2 de Março de 1942 é um cantor, guitarrista e compositor norte-americano.
É por alguns considerado o pai da música alternativa, poeta das esquinas de Nova Iorque. Foi um dos vocais do The Velvet Underground, influenciando Iggy Pop, New York Dolls e David Bowie. Mais tarde toda a cena pós-punk inglesa. Reed já dividiu escovas de dentes com travesti, descoloriu o cabelo, foi internado e deu a volta por cima. Admirador de Poe e Raymond Chandler, além de James Joyce, a quem faz referências em Blue Mask.
quarta-feira, 28 de maio de 2008
terça-feira, 20 de maio de 2008
Dê Sangue
Give blood
Give blood
But you may find that blood is enough
Give blood
And there are some who'll say it's not enough
Give blood
But don't expect too ever see reward
Give blood
You can give it all but still asked for more
Give blood
But it could cost more than your dignity
Give blood
Parade your pallor in iniquity
Give blood
They will cry and say they're in our debt
Give blood
But then they'll sigh and they will soon forget
[man in background]
where heading for the day of blessings i'm telling ya,
Its all building up to something,
Something that's opening beginning with fire
So give love and keep blood between brothers
Give love and keep blood between brothers
Give love and keep blood between brothers
Give love and keep blood between brothers
Give blood
But you may find that blood is not enough
Give blood
And there are some who'll say it's not enough
Give blood
But don't expect too ever see reward
Give blood
You can give it all but still asked for more
So give love and keep blood between brothers
Give love and keep blood between brothers
Give love and keep blood between brothers
Give love and keep blood between brothers
Give your love and keep blood between brothers
Give your love and keep blood between brothers
Give love and keep blood between brothers
Give love and keep blood between brothers
Give love and keep blood between brothers
Give blood
But you may find that blood is enough
Give blood
And there are some who'll say it's not enough
Give blood
But don't expect too ever see reward
Give blood
You can give it all but still asked for more
Give blood
But it could cost more than your dignity
Give blood
Parade your pallor in iniquity
Give blood
They will cry and say they're in our debt
Give blood
But then they'll sigh and they will soon forget
[man in background]
where heading for the day of blessings i'm telling ya,
Its all building up to something,
Something that's opening beginning with fire
So give love and keep blood between brothers
Give love and keep blood between brothers
Give love and keep blood between brothers
Give love and keep blood between brothers
Give blood
But you may find that blood is not enough
Give blood
And there are some who'll say it's not enough
Give blood
But don't expect too ever see reward
Give blood
You can give it all but still asked for more
So give love and keep blood between brothers
Give love and keep blood between brothers
Give love and keep blood between brothers
Give love and keep blood between brothers
Give your love and keep blood between brothers
Give your love and keep blood between brothers
Give love and keep blood between brothers
Give love and keep blood between brothers
Give love and keep blood between brothers
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Pete Townshend
domingo, 18 de maio de 2008
Tão longe
Aqui estou eu de novo
nesta maldita cidade
e tu estás
tão longe de mim
e onde estás tu
quando o Sol se põe?
estás tão longe de mim
estás tão longe de mim
tão longe
que eu nem te vejo
estás tão longe de mim
estás tão longe de mim
é isso aí
estou cansado de estar te amando
e sozinho
quando tu estás
tão longe de mim
estou cansado de namorar
pelo telefone
porque tu estás
tão longe de mim
estás tão longe de mim
tão longe que
eu nem te vejo
tão longe de mim
estás tão longe de mim
é isso aí
e eu fico cansado
quando tenho que explicar
que tu estás
tão longe de mim
tu estás ao sol
e eu estou á chuva
e tu estás
tão longe de mim
tão longe de mim
tão longe que
eu nem te
estás tão longe de mim
estás tão longe de mim
saca só
estás tão longe de mim
estás tão longe
é isso aí
estás tão longe
estás tão longe de mim
nesta maldita cidade
e tu estás
tão longe de mim
e onde estás tu
quando o Sol se põe?
estás tão longe de mim
estás tão longe de mim
tão longe
que eu nem te vejo
estás tão longe de mim
estás tão longe de mim
é isso aí
estou cansado de estar te amando
e sozinho
quando tu estás
tão longe de mim
estou cansado de namorar
pelo telefone
porque tu estás
tão longe de mim
estás tão longe de mim
tão longe que
eu nem te vejo
tão longe de mim
estás tão longe de mim
é isso aí
e eu fico cansado
quando tenho que explicar
que tu estás
tão longe de mim
tu estás ao sol
e eu estou á chuva
e tu estás
tão longe de mim
tão longe de mim
tão longe que
eu nem te
estás tão longe de mim
estás tão longe de mim
saca só
estás tão longe de mim
estás tão longe
é isso aí
estás tão longe
estás tão longe de mim
Etiquetas:
Dire straits
sábado, 17 de maio de 2008
Mais um sabado á noite
Cat Stevens - Another Saturday Night
Another saturday night and I ain't got nobody
I've got some money 'cause I just got paid
Now how I wish I had someone to talk to
I'm in an awful way.
I got in town a month ago
I've seen a lot of girls since then,
If I could meet 'em I could get 'em
But as yet I haven't met 'em
Thats how I'm in the state I'm in.
CHORUS
Another fella told me
He had a sister who looked just fine
Instead of bein' my deliverance
She had a strange resemblance
To a cat named Frankenstein.
CHORUS
Its hard on a fella
When he don't know his way around
If I don't find me a honey
To help me spend my money
I'm gonna have to blow this town.
CHORUS
Another saturday night and I ain't got nobody
I've got some money 'cause I just got paid
How I wish I had someone to talk to
I'm in an awful, ooh, I'm in an awful way,
He's in an awful way, I'm in an awful ooh,
I'm in an awful way, He's in an awful way.
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Another saturday night and I ain't got nobody
I've got some money 'cause I just got paid
Now how I wish I had someone to talk to
I'm in an awful way.
I got in town a month ago
I've seen a lot of girls since then,
If I could meet 'em I could get 'em
But as yet I haven't met 'em
Thats how I'm in the state I'm in.
CHORUS
Another fella told me
He had a sister who looked just fine
Instead of bein' my deliverance
She had a strange resemblance
To a cat named Frankenstein.
CHORUS
Its hard on a fella
When he don't know his way around
If I don't find me a honey
To help me spend my money
I'm gonna have to blow this town.
CHORUS
Another saturday night and I ain't got nobody
I've got some money 'cause I just got paid
How I wish I had someone to talk to
I'm in an awful, ooh, I'm in an awful way,
He's in an awful way, I'm in an awful ooh,
I'm in an awful way, He's in an awful way.
para saber mais acerca de Cat StevensClique aqui
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cat stevens
segunda-feira, 12 de maio de 2008
domingo, 11 de maio de 2008
Jealousy
Jealousy
At dead of night, when strangers roam
The streets in search of anyone wholl take them home
I lie alone, the clock strikes three
And anyone who wanted to could contact me
At dead of night, till break of day
Endless thoughts and questions keep me awake
Its much too late
Whereve you been?
Whove you seen?
You didnt phone when you said you would!
Do you lie?
Do you try
To keep in touch? you know you could
Ive tried to see your point of view
But could not hear or see
For jealousy
I never knew time passed so slow
I wish Id never met you, or that I could bear to let you go
At dead of night, till break of day
Endless thoughts and questions keep me awake
Its much too late
Whereve you been?
Whove you seen?
You didnt phone when you said you would!
Do you lie?
Do you try
To keep in touch? you know you could
Ive tried to see your point of view
But could not hear or see
For jealousy
Whereve you been?
Whove you seen?
You didnt phone when you said you would!
Do you lie?
Do you try
To keep in touch? you know you could
Ive tried to see your point of view
But could not hear or see
For jealousy
Whereve you been?
Whove you seen?
You didnt phone when you said you would!
Do you lie?
Do you try
To keep in touch? you know you could
Ive tried to see your point of view
But could not hear or see
For jealousy
Whereve you been?
Whove you seen?
You didnt phone when you said you would!
Do you lie?
Do you try
To keep in touch? you know you could
Ive tried to see your point of view
But could not hear or see
For jealousy
I never knew till I met you
At dead of night, when strangers roam
The streets in search of anyone wholl take them home
I lie alone, the clock strikes three
And anyone who wanted to could contact me
At dead of night, till break of day
Endless thoughts and questions keep me awake
Its much too late
Whereve you been?
Whove you seen?
You didnt phone when you said you would!
Do you lie?
Do you try
To keep in touch? you know you could
Ive tried to see your point of view
But could not hear or see
For jealousy
I never knew time passed so slow
I wish Id never met you, or that I could bear to let you go
At dead of night, till break of day
Endless thoughts and questions keep me awake
Its much too late
Whereve you been?
Whove you seen?
You didnt phone when you said you would!
Do you lie?
Do you try
To keep in touch? you know you could
Ive tried to see your point of view
But could not hear or see
For jealousy
Whereve you been?
Whove you seen?
You didnt phone when you said you would!
Do you lie?
Do you try
To keep in touch? you know you could
Ive tried to see your point of view
But could not hear or see
For jealousy
Whereve you been?
Whove you seen?
You didnt phone when you said you would!
Do you lie?
Do you try
To keep in touch? you know you could
Ive tried to see your point of view
But could not hear or see
For jealousy
Whereve you been?
Whove you seen?
You didnt phone when you said you would!
Do you lie?
Do you try
To keep in touch? you know you could
Ive tried to see your point of view
But could not hear or see
For jealousy
I never knew till I met you
Etiquetas:
jealousy
quinta-feira, 1 de maio de 2008
Vincent
Don Mac Lean escreveu esta canção dedicada a Vincent Van Gogh em 1971 depois de ler um Livro sobre o pintor, a canção descreve alguns dos quadros de Van Gogh
Starry starry night
paint your palette blue and grey
look out on a summer's day
with eyes that know the
darkness in my soul.
Shadows on the hills
sketch the trees and the daffodils
catch the breeze and the winter chills
in colors on the snowy linen land.
And now I understand what you tried to say to me
how you suffered for your sanity
how you tried to set them free.
They would not listen
they did not know how
perhaps they'll listen now.
Starry starry night
flaming flo'rs that brightly blaze
swirling clouds in violet haze reflect in
Vincent's eyes of China blue.
Colors changing hue
morning fields of amber grain
weathered faces lined in pain
are soothed beneath the artist's
loving hand.
And now I understand what you tried to say to me
how you suffered for your sanity
how you tried to set them free.
perhaps they'll listen now.
For they could not love you
but still your love was true
and when no hope was left in sight on that starry
starry night.
You took your life
as lovers often do;
But I could have told you
Vincent
this world was never
meant for one
as beautiful as you.
Starry
starry night
portraits hung in empty halls
frameless heads on nameless walls
with eyes
that watch the world and can't forget.
Like the stranger that you've met
the ragged men in ragged clothes
the silver thorn of bloddy rose
lie crushed and broken
on the virgin snow.
And now I think I know what you tried to say to me
how you suffered for your sanity
how you tried to set them free.
They would not listen
they're not
list'ning still
perhaps they never will.
Starry starry night
paint your palette blue and grey
look out on a summer's day
with eyes that know the
darkness in my soul.
Shadows on the hills
sketch the trees and the daffodils
catch the breeze and the winter chills
in colors on the snowy linen land.
And now I understand what you tried to say to me
how you suffered for your sanity
how you tried to set them free.
They would not listen
they did not know how
perhaps they'll listen now.
Starry starry night
flaming flo'rs that brightly blaze
swirling clouds in violet haze reflect in
Vincent's eyes of China blue.
Colors changing hue
morning fields of amber grain
weathered faces lined in pain
are soothed beneath the artist's
loving hand.
And now I understand what you tried to say to me
how you suffered for your sanity
how you tried to set them free.
perhaps they'll listen now.
For they could not love you
but still your love was true
and when no hope was left in sight on that starry
starry night.
You took your life
as lovers often do;
But I could have told you
Vincent
this world was never
meant for one
as beautiful as you.
Starry
starry night
portraits hung in empty halls
frameless heads on nameless walls
with eyes
that watch the world and can't forget.
Like the stranger that you've met
the ragged men in ragged clothes
the silver thorn of bloddy rose
lie crushed and broken
on the virgin snow.
And now I think I know what you tried to say to me
how you suffered for your sanity
how you tried to set them free.
They would not listen
they're not
list'ning still
perhaps they never will.
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Don Mac Lean
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