Canções que marcaram.... na minha vida, na vossa, etc...

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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... ​

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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...​

 

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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

 

Prefiro a versão francesa da Protect Me From What I Want

 

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.