Sim, hei-de tentar ouvir! hmmm, Miles Davis é muito bom... Hmmm... Jazz... Só comecei a ouvir há pouco tempo, mas gosto muitoooo! E blues! Gosto muito da Bessie Smith! Que voz... Rage é muito fixe também! "The ghost of Tom Joad" dá cabo de mim...
Alice in Chains - Got me wrong... Yeh it goes away All of this and more of nothing in my life No colored clay Individuality not safe As of now I bet you've got me wrong So unsure you run from something strong I can't let go Threadbare tapestry unwinding slow Feel a tortured brain Show your belly like you want me too As of now I bet you've got me wrong So unsure we reach for something strong I haven't felt like this in so long Wrong, in a sense too far gone from love That don't last forever Something got to turn out right You sugar taste Sweetness doesn't often touch my face Stay if you please You may not be here when I leave As of now I bet you've got me wrong So unsure we reach for something strong I haven't felt like this in so long Wrong, in a sense too far gone from love Strong, I haven't felt like this in so long Wrong, in a sense too far gone from love That don't last forever Something got to turn out right
OOOolha, sempre que me dizem que querem ouvir música clássica a primeira coisa que digo é «Queres? Atão pronto, vais perder COMPLETAMENTE o hábito de ouvir um minuto de uma música e mudar de faixa/canal/estação de rádio; para se ouvir música clássica é preciso ter uma paciência MUITO grande». Pronto, é isto. A música clássica é muito complexa e acaba por ser natural que poucos se aproximem dela. Mas fico sempre muito contente quando alguém diz que percebe a música de Bach ou que a acha de uma beleza espantosa. Hás de ouvir, numa dia em que não tiveres NADA para fazer, uma coisa chamada A Sagração da Primavera. É uma obra para orquestra sinfónica (com um set de percussão BEM maior que o comum, diga-se de passagem) dividida apenas em duas partes. É continua, só pára a meio. Foi escrita em 1917, e quando foi apresentada, em Paris, gerou um dos maiores escândalos na arte que se conhece. A peça marcou mesmo, foi mesmo algo inovador. Posso dizer-te, e acredita que já ouvi de tudo que se possa imaginar na música, que, em certos momentos da obra tens a perfeita noção de que nunca ouviste algo tão brutal. Se tivesses um livro de análise à frente era o melhor, porque assim sabes o que se está a passar na obra, visto aquilo ser um bailado, ficas a saber o que representa cada parte. Mas, como se calhar não vais ter, queria que ouvisses a obra com uma atenção extrema. Se o fizeres, tenho quase toda a certeza, e pelo menos pelo que eu conheço de ti, vais ficar completamente colada á música dita clássica. A sério, tenta mesmo ouvir. Se calhar vais odiar a obra, demasiado agressiva ou o que for, mas mesmo que não te agrade muito, vais ficar a conhecer melhor a brutalidade de certas obras clássicas, todo um conceito numa grande obra. A Sagração da Primavera, de Stravinsky. Diz-me quando tiveres ouvido!
Uma vez que se estava a falar de blues aconselho a toda a gente a ouvir Canned Heat ... muito bom mesmo... um blues muito negro, com influências de jazz no piano, com muitos instrumentos de sopro onde a guitarra pouco abusa com solos... ou seja, um blues underground típíco de uma verdadeira sala de blues nova iorquina... Uma baixo muito ritmado em escalas simples de blues... la, re, la ,re ... mi ..la ..O vocalista tem uma voz muito fixe....e por vezes a harmónica faz lembrar doors, janis joplin e woodstock...muito bom mesmo..ouçam...
Tough, you think you've got the stuff You're telling me and anyone You're hard enough You don't have to put up a fight You don't have to always be right Let me take some of the punches For you tonight Listen to me now I need to let you know You don't have to go it alone And it's you when I look in the mirror And it's you when I don't pick up the phone Sometimes you can't make it on your own We fight all the time You and I...that's alright We're the same soul I don't need...I don't need to hear you say That if we weren't so alike You'd like me a whole lot more Listen to me now I need to let you know You don't have to go it alone And it's you when I look in the mirror And it's you when I don't pick up the phone Sometimes you can't make it on your own I know that we don't talk I'm sick of it all Can - you - hear - me - when - I - Sing, you're the reason I sing You're the reason why the opera is in me... Where are we now? I've got to let you know A house still doesn't make a home Don't leave me here alone... And it's you when I look in the mirror And it's you that makes it hard to let go Sometimes you can't make it on your own Sometimes you can't make it The best you can do is to fake it Sometimes you can't make it on your own Para sempre U2
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 that man comes on the radio and he's tellin' me more and more about some useless information supposed to fire 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 that 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 with action. '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. Rolling Stones
Once upon a time you dressed so fine You threw the bums a dime in your prime, didn't you? People'd call, say, "Beware doll, you're bound to fall" You thought they were all kiddin' you You used to laugh about Everybody that was hangin' out Now you don't talk so loud Now you don't seem so proud About having to be scrounging for your next meal. How does it feel How does it feel To be without a home Like a complete unknown Like a rolling stone? You've gone to the finest school all right, Miss Lonely But you know you only used to get juiced in it And nobody has ever taught you how to live on the street And now you find out you're gonna have to get used to it You said you'd never compromise With the mystery tramp, but now you realize He's not selling any alibis As you stare into the vacuum of his eyes And ask him do you want to make a deal? How does it feel How does it feel To be on your own With no direction home Like a complete unknown Like a rolling stone? You never turned around to see the frowns on the jugglers and the clowns When they all come down and did tricks for you You never understood that it ain't no good You shouldn't let other people get your kicks for you You used to ride on the chrome horse with your diplomat Who carried on his shoulder a Siamese cat Ain't it hard when you discover that He really wasn't where it's at After he took from you everything he could steal. How does it feel How does it feel To be on your own With no direction home Like a complete unknown Like a rolling stone? Princess on the steeple and all the pretty people They're drinkin', thinkin' that they got it made Exchanging all kinds of precious gifts and things But you'd better lift your diamond ring, you'd better pawn it babe You used to be so amused At Napoleon in rags and the language that he used Go to him now, he calls you, you can't refuse When you got nothing, you got nothing to lose You're invisible now, you got no secrets to conceal. How does it feel How does it feel To be on your own With no direction home Like a complete unknown Like a rolling stone? Bob Dylan
Kitaro não sei te dizer nomes, mas muita gente na cena reggae canta a redemption song, mas olha a versão acústica do Bob é a melhor, até te arrepias!!! E esta: Sou Rebel I'm a rebel, soul rebel. I'm a capturer, soul adventurer. I'm a rebel, soul rebel. I'm a capturer, soul adventurer. See the morning sun, the morning sun, On the hillside. If you're not living good, travel wide, You gotta travel wide. Said I'm a living man, And I've got work to do. If you're not happy, children, Then you must be blue, Must be blue, people say. I'm a rebel, let them talk, Soul rebel, talk won't bother me. I'm a capturer, that'w what they say, Soul adventurer, night and day. I'm a rebel, soul rebel. Do you hear them lippy. I'm a capturer, gossip around the corner, Soul adventurer. How they adventure on me. But, see the morning sun, the morning sun, On the hillside. If you're not living good, travel wide, You gotta travel wide. Said I'm a living man, I've got work to do. If you're not happy, then you must be blue, Must be blue, people say. I'm a rebel, soul rebel. I'm a capturer, soul adventurer. Do you hear me? I'm a rebel, rebel in the morning. Soul rebel, rebel at midday time.
Please Bleed, Ben Harper make me feel like a beggar make me feel like a thief make me feel like a battle that cannot end in peace make me feel like running as if i've lost my nerve make me feel like crying tears i don't deserve please bleed so i know that you are real so i know that you can feel the damage that you've done who have i become to myself i am numb is this really living sometimes it's hard to tell or is this just a kinder, gentler hell turn out the lights and let me stare into your soul i was born and bled for you to hold please bleed so i know that you are real so i know that you can feel the damage that you've done who have i become to myself i am numb never said thank you never said please never gave a reason to believe so as it stands i remain on my knees good lovers make great enemies please bleed so i know that you are real so i know that you can feel the damage that you've done who have i become to myself i am numb
The Roses From My Friends, Ben Harper i could have treated you better but you couldn't have treated me worse but it's he who laughs last is he who cries first sometimes i feel i know strangers better than i know my friends why must a beginning be the means to an end the stones from my enemies these wounds will mend but i cannot survive the roses from my friends when the last word has been spoken and we've beared witness to the final setting sun all that shall remain is a token of what we've said and done when all we've had has been forsaken distant church bells no longer ring that's the sound of a heart taken and the story of tears from a king the stones from my enemies these wounds will mend but i cannot survive the roses from my friends this may be the last time i see you forgive me for holding you close this may be the last time that i see you so of this moment i will make the most this may be the last time i see you but if you keep me in your heart together we shall be eternal if you believe we shall never part the stones from my enemies these wounds will mend but i cannot survive the roses from my friends
About a girl ---- Nirvana I need an easy friend I do... with an ear to lend I do... think you fit this shoe I do... won't you have a clue I'll take advantage while You hang me out to dry But I can't see you every night Free I'm standing in your line I do... hope you have the time I do... pick a number too I do... keep a date with you
Lou Reed dia 14 Abril no Porto, na Casa da Música. Faltam 29 dias... Eu adoro, simplesmente adoro este gajo. É um poeta e um animal do rock. E isto n dá sinais de abrandar. Estou cada vez mais doente e agarrado pela música dele. Quando passo pela imponente casa da música, ainda em obras, ouvindo sua música no meu leitor, penso no concerto e arrepio-me todo. É aquela sensação de identificação completa. É ter uma noção na cabeça daquilo que pessoalmente gostas na música e de como a música k gostas deve ser, e aparecer alguém na nossa vida com música que encaixa como luva nessa noção. Esse alguém, para mim foi e está a ser, o Lou Reed. Em honra dele ponho aki a letra da Heroin* dos Velvet Underground (pra quem n conhece, banda de finais de 60 principios de 70, apadrinhada pelo Andy Warhol, cujo guitarrista, letrista, compositor e vocalista, era... Lou Reed). Heroin (Grande, grande, música. Saquem da net. Um clássico. Dá no filme dos Doors, quando o Jim vai ver um concerto dos Velvet Underground cheio de droga nos cornos e dpois fala com o Andy Warhol.) I don't know just where I'm going But I'm gonna try for the kingdom, if I can 'Cause it makes me feel like I'm a man When I put a spike into my vein And I'll tell ya, things aren't quite the same When I'm rushing on my run And I feel just like Jesus' son And I guess that I just don't know And I guess that I just don't know I have made the big decision I'm gonna try to nullify my life 'Cause when the blood begins to flow When it shoots up the dropper's neck When I'm closing in on death And you can't help me now, you guys And all you sweet girls with all your sweet talk You can all go take a walk And I guess that I just don't know And I guess that I just don't know I wish that I was born a thousand years ago I wish that I'd sail the darkened seas On a great big clipper ship Going from this land here to that In a sailor's suit and cap Away from the big city Where a man can not be free Of all of the evils of this town And of himself, and those around Oh, and I guess that I just don't know Oh, and I guess that I just don't know Heroin, be the death of me Heroin, it's my wife and it's my life Because a mainer to my vein Leads to a center in my head And then I'm better off and dead Because when the smack begins to flow I really don't care anymore About all the Jim-Jim's in this town And all the politicians makin' crazy sounds And everybody puttin' everybody else down And all the dead bodies piled up in mounds 'Cause when the smack begins to flow Then I really don't care anymore Ah, when the heroin is in my blood And that blood is in my head Then thank God that I'm as good as dead Then thank your God that I'm not aware And thank God that I just don't care And I guess I just don't know And I guess I just don't know
Nirvana - Rape me Rape me, Rape me, my friend Rape me, Rape me again I'm not the only one [x4] Hate me, Do it and do it again Waste me Rape me, my friend I'm not the only one [x4] My favorite inside source I'll kiss your open sores Appreciate your concern You'll always stink and burn Rape me, Rape me, my friend Rape me, Rape me again I'm not the only one [x4] Rape me..............
Hmmm.. Placebo - Without You I'm Nothing, que já meteram a letra.. Placebo - Soulmates / Sleeping With Ghosts Placebo - Slackerbitch Placebo - Leni ( a versão com a letra toda, com a parte do "Beside her astride her (...)" ) (dá para ver qual é a minha banda favorita? ) The Cure - The Lovecats e é o que me lembro agora.. mas há mais. Aaah BWV não-me-lembro-que-número de Bach. 934, acho eu. Qualquer coisa por aí.
Ahhhhh!!!! Placebo, que gran grupo, me encanta, me encanta, de hecho ahora llevo en el coche el Sleeping with ghosts Protect me from what i want protect me from what i want protect me from what i want protect me protect me
Existem muitas canções que marcaram e marcam minha vida a cada instante... Mas como esse é o fórum Português, vou colocar uma canção em português... Chama-se "Tente outra vez" de um cantor brasileiro chamado Raul Seixas (como podem ver na minha assinatura, eu AMO ele! Hahaha). Talvez essa canção pareça um pouco estranha porque foi escrita no "português brasileiro" mas tenho certeza que vão compreender! Tente Outra Vez Veja Não diga que a canção está perdida Tenha fé em Deus, tenha fé na vida Tente outra vez Beba Pois a água viva ainda tá na fonte Você tem dois pés para cruzar a ponte Nada acabou, não não não Tente Levante sua mão sedenta e recomece a andar Não pense que a cabeça agüenta se você parar Há uma voz que canta, há uma voz que dança Há uma voz que gira Bailando no ar Queira Basta ser sincero e desejar profundo Você será capaz de sacudir o mundo Vai, tente outra vez Tente E não diga que a vitória está perdida Se é de batalhas que se vive a vida Tente outra vez
Minha vez... 8stops7- Question Brad - Shinin' Placebo- Special needs The Verve - Luckyman Johny Reznik - I'm Still Here Filter - The Only Way (is the wrong way) Big wreck - That Song Goo Goo Dolls - All eyes on me - Truth is a whisper - Black Balloon - Name The list goes on and on... I SIMPLY LOVE MUSIC.