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quinta-feira, 10 de dezembro de 2020

Elvis Presley - In The Ghetto (Music Video) (1969)


As the snow flies
On a cold and gray Chicago mornin'
A poor little baby child is born
In the ghetto
And his mama cries
'Cause if there's one thing that she don't need
It's another hungry mouth to feed
In the ghetto
People, don't you understand
The child needs a helping hand
Or he'll grow to be an angry young man some day
Take a look at you and me,
Are we too blind to see,
Do we simply turn our heads
And look the other way
Well the world turns
And a hungry little boy with a runny nose
Plays in the street as the cold wind blows
In the ghetto
And his hunger burns
So he starts to roam the streets at night
And he learns how to steal
And he learns how to fight
In the ghetto
Then one night in desperation
The young man breaks the

quinta-feira, 31 de maio de 2018

Gospel Choir no casamento real






Não vi o casamento real.
Hoje, vim ver e ouvir o magnífico Gospel Choir que cantou para aquele evento.
Fantásticas vozes!


sábado, 17 de março de 2018

The Cinematic Orchestra - To Build a Home




To Build a Home

There is a house built out of stone
Wooden floors, walls and window sills
Tables and chairs worn by all of the dust
This is a place where I don't feel alone
This is a place where I feel at home
'Cause, I built a home
For you
For me
Until it disappeared
From me
From you
And now, it's time to leave and turn to dust
Out in the garden where we planted the seeds
There is a tree as old as me
Branches were sewn by the color of green
Ground had arose and passed it's knees
By the cracks of the skin I climbed to the top
I climbed the tree to see the world
When the gusts came around to blow me down
I held on as tightly as you held onto me
I held on as tightly as you held onto me
And, I built a home
For you
For me
Until it disappeared
From me
From you

And now, it's time to leave and turn to dust
Compositores: Jason Angus Stoddart Swinscoe / Patrick Watson / Philip Jonathan France / Stella Page
Letras de To Build a Home © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Intrigue Music, LLC


The Pretenders - I'll Stand By You





Oh, why you look so sad, the tears are in your eyes,
Come on and come to me now, and don't be ashamed to cry,
Let me see you through, 'cause I've seen the dark side too.
When the night falls on you, you don't know what to do,
Nothing you confess could make me love you less,
I'll stand by you,
I'll stand by you, won't let nobody hurt you,
I'll stand by you
So if you're mad, get mad, don't hold it all inside,
Come on and talk to me now.
Hey there, what you got to hide?
I get angry too, well, I'm alive like you.
When you're standing at the cross roads,
And don't know which path to choose,
Let me come along, 'cause even if you're wrong
I'll stand by you,
I'll stand by you, won't let nobody hurt you,
I'll stand by you.
Baby, even to your darkest hour, and I'll never desert you,
I'll stand by you.
And when, when the night falls on you baby,
You're feeling all a lone, you're wandering on your own,
I'll stand by you.
I'll stand by you, won't let nobody hurt you,
I'll stand by you, baby even to your darkest hour,
And I'll never desert you,
I'll stand by you,
I'll stand by you.
I'll stand by you, won't let nobody hurt you,
I'll stand by you, baby even to your darkest hour,
And I'll never desert you
I'll stand by you

Compositores: Thomas Kelly / Christine Hynde / Billy Steinberg
Letras de I'll Stand By You © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

quarta-feira, 4 de janeiro de 2017

Cat Stevens - "Father and Son"


Cat Steves, um dos meus cantores preferidos desde os "60s" com uma das composições mais belas de sempre.

Adoro "Father and son".

sábado, 3 de dezembro de 2016

Mulheres de Atenas





Mulheres de Atenas
Chico Buarque - Augusto Boal/1976
Para a peça Mulheres de Atenas de Augusto Boal



Mirem-se no exemplo daquelas mulheres de Atenas
Vivem pros seus maridos, orgulho e raça de Atenas
Quando amadas, se perfumam
Se banham com leite, se arrumam
Suas melenas
Quando fustigadas não choram
Se ajoelham, pedem, imploram
Mais duras penas
Cadenas

Mirem-se no exemplo daquelas mulheres de Atenas
Sofrem por seus maridos, poder e força de Atenas
Quando eles embarcam, soldados
Elas tecem longos bordados
Mil quarentenas
E quando eles voltam sedentos
Querem arrancar violentos
Carícias plenas
Obscenas

Mirem-se no exemplo daquelas mulheres de Atenas
Despem-se pros maridos, bravos guerreiros de Atenas
Quando eles se entopem de vinho
Costumam buscar o carinho
De outras falenas
Mas no fim da noite, aos pedaços
Quase sempre voltam pros braços
De suas pequenas
Helenas

Mirem-se no exemplo daquelas mulheres de Atenas
Geram pros seus maridos os novos filhos de Atenas
Elas não têm gosto ou vontade
Nem defeito nem qualidade
Têm medo apenas
Não têm sonhos, só têm presságios
O seu homem, mares, naufrágios
Lindas sirenas
Morenas

Mirem-se no exemplo daquelas mulheres de Atenas
Temem por seus maridos, heróis e amantes de Atenas
As jovens viúvas marcadas
E as gestantes abandonadas
Não fazem cenas
Vestem-se de negro, se encolhem
Se conformam e se recolhem
Às suas novenas
Serenas

Mirem-se no exemplo daquelas mulheres de Atenas
Secam por seus maridos, orgulho e raça de Atenas




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sábado, 12 de novembro de 2016