The Waterboys - The Whole of the Moon
25.7.12
Ouvi o texto muito ao longe
Dead Combo & Camané - Ouvi o texto muito ao longe (Lisboa Mulata)
Etiquetas:
Camané,
Crónica,
Dead Combo,
Música Portuguesa,
Sérgio Godinho
Sei De Um Rio
Camané - Sei De Um Rio (Coliseu dos Recreios)
Etiquetas:
Camané,
Crónica,
Fado,
Música Portuguesa
Se ao menos houvesse um dia
Se ao menos houvesse um dia, Camané
Etiquetas:
Camané,
Crónica,
Fado,
Música Portuguesa
Façamos (Vamos Amar)
Façamos (Vamos Amar) - Chico Buarque e Elza Soares
Etiquetas:
Chico Buarque,
Cole Porter,
Crónica,
Elza Soares,
Jazz,
Música Brasileira
24.7.12
Will You Miss Me
Will You Miss Me - The Notting Hillbillies
Etiquetas:
Crónica,
The Notting Hillbillies
Diamonds On The Soles Of Her Shoes
Paul Simon - Diamonds On The Soles Of Her Shoes
Graceland features an eclectic mixture of musical styles including pop, a cappella, isicathamiya, rock, and mbaqanga. Much of the album was recorded in South Africa, and it features many South African musicians and groups. Simon faced accusations that he had broken the cultural boycott imposed by the rest of the world against the apartheid regime in South Africa, which was in its final years at the time. This view was not supported by the United Nations Anti-Apartheid Committee, as the album showcased the talents of the black South African musicians while offering no support to the South African government. The worldwide success of the album introduced some of the musicians, especially the vocal group Ladysmith Black Mambazo, to global audiences of their own. Simon included American 'roots' influences with tracks featuring Zydeco and Tex-Mex musicians. The Everly Brothers sing harmony on the title track. Linda Ronstadt appears on the track "Under African Skies", the second verse of which Simon wrote based on her childhood experiences.
Etiquetas:
Crónica,
Paul Simon
23.7.12
Scarborough Fair
Are you going to Scarborough Fair?
Parsley, sage, rosemary & thyme
Remember me to one who lives there
She once was a true love of mine
Tell her to make me a cambric shirt
(On the side of a hill in the deep forest green)
Parsely, sage, rosemary & thyme
(Tracing a sparrow on snow-crested ground)
Without no seams nor needlework
(Blankets and bedclothes a child of the mountains)
Then she'll be a true love of mine
(Sleeps unaware of the clarion call)
Tell her to find me an acre of land
(On the side of a hill, a sprinkling of leaves)
Parsely, sage, rosemary, & thyme
(Washed is the ground with so many tears)
Between the salt water and the sea strand
(A soldier cleans and polishes a gun)
Then she'll be a true love of mine
Tell her to reap it in a sickle of leather
(War bellows, blazing in scarlet battalions)
Parsely, sage, rosemary & thyme
(Generals order their soldiers to kill)
And to gather it all in a bunch of heather
(And to fight for a cause they've long ago forgotten)
Then she'll be a true love of mine
Are you going to Scarborough Fair?
Parsley, sage, rosemary & thyme
Remember me to one who lives there
She once was a true love of mine.
Etiquetas:
Art Gurfunkel,
Crónica,
Paul Simon
Last Night I Dreamt That Somebody Loved Me
The Smiths - Last Night I Dreamt That Somebody Loved Me
So, tell me how long
Before the last one ?
And tell me how long
Before the right one ?
Etiquetas:
Crónica,
The Smiths
22.7.12
Isn't it a pity
Isn't it a pity
you don't know what i'm talking about yet
but i will tell you soon
it's a pity
isn't it a pity
isn't it a shame
yes, how we break each other's hearts
and cause each other pain
how we take each other's love
without thinking anymore
forgetting to give back
forgetting to remember
just forgetting and no thank you
isn't it a pity
some things take so long
but how do i explain
why not too many people can see
that we are all just the same
we're all guilty
because of all the tears
our eyes just can't hope to see
but i don't think it's applicable to me
the beauty that surrounds them
child, isn't it a pity
how we break each other's hearts
and cause each other pain
how we take each other's love
the most precious thing
without thinking anymore
forgetting to give back
forgetting to keep open our door
isn't it a pity
isn't it a pity
some things take so long
but how do i explain
isn't it a pity
why not too many people
can see we're all the same
because we cry so much
our eyes can't, can't hope to see
that's not quite true
the beauty that surrounds them
maybe that's why we cry
God, isn't it a pity
Lord knows it's a pity
mankind has been so programmed
that they don't care about nothin'
that has to do with care
c-a-r-e
how we take each other's love
the most precious thing
without thinking anymore
forgetting to give back
forgetting to keep open the door
but i understand some things take so long
but how do i explain
why not too many people
can see we're just the same
and because of all their tears
their eyes can't hope to see
the beauty that surrounds them
God, isn't it a pity
the beauty that surrounds them
it's a pity
we take each other's love
just take it for granted
without thinking anymore
we give each other pain
and we shut every door
we take each other's minds
and we're capable of take each other's souls
we do it every day
just to reach some financial goal
Lord, isn't it a pity, my God
isn't it a pity, my God
and so unnecessary
just a little time, a little care
a little note written in the air
just the little thank you
we just forget to give back
cause we're moving too fast
moving too fast
forgetting to give back
but some things take so long
and i cannot explain
the beauty that surrounds us
and we don't see it
we think things are just the same
we've been programmed that way
isn't it a pity
if you want to feel sorry
isn't it a pity
isn't it a pity
the beauty sets the beauty that surrounds us
because of all our tears
our eyes can't hope to see
maybe one day at least i'll see me
and just concentrate on givin', givin', givin', givin'
and till that day
mankind don't stand a chance
don't know nothin' about romance
everything is plastic
isn't it a pity
my God.
Etiquetas:
George Harrison,
Nina Simone
Canção Da Manhã Feliz
Canção Da Manhã Feliz - Miltinho e Nana Caymmi.
Etiquetas:
Crónica,
Haroldo Barbosa,
Luis Reis,
Miltinho,
Música Brasileira,
Nana Caymmi
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