"Cresce atrás das coisas como incêndio de verdade". (Rilke - trad. MariaT.Furtado)
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quarta-feira, 10 de fevereiro de 2016
Amarelo - LXII
Here Comes The Sun
(George Harrison)
Nina Simone
(1971)
Etiquetas:
Amarelo,
George Harrison,
Música,
Nina Simone
sábado, 29 de agosto de 2015
Amarelo - LXI
Nina Simone
Everyone's Gone To The Moon (Jonathan King-1965)
(1969)
Streets full of people, all alone
Roads full of houses never home
Church full of singing out of tune
Everyone's gone to the moon
Eyes full of sorrow, never wet
Hands full of money, all in debt
Sun coming out in the middle of June
Everyone's gone to the moon
Long time ago
Life had begun
Everyone went to the sun
Hearts full of motors painted green
Mouths full of chocolate-covered cream
Arms that can only lift a spoon
Everyone's gone to the moon
Everyone's gone to the moon
Everyone's gone to the moon
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=73ks2TPPyho
Etiquetas:
Amarelo,
Jonathan King,
Música,
Nina Simone,
Vida
quarta-feira, 5 de junho de 2013
Amor - XXIII
Nina Simone
Tomorrow
(1959)
Oh she was a the fairest in Trinidad
And he was a wandering sailor lad,
But she stole his heart as no other had
Tomorrow, tomorrow we will meet once more
In the old village square,
So wait for me darlin' and I'll be there.
The moon was so young and their hearts were gay,
I'm yours for ever he heard her say,
But she knew in her heart that he could not stay.
Tomorrow, tomorrow we will meet once more,
In the old village square,
So wait for me darlin' and I'll be there.
Now her heart is sad as he sails the sea,
And I heard her sigh, "Oh come back to me",
And the wind in the waves whispered mournfully,
"Tomorrow, tomorrow we will meet once more,
In the old village square,
So wait for me darlin' and I'll be there."
Tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow
And he was a wandering sailor lad,
But she stole his heart as no other had
Tomorrow, tomorrow we will meet once more
In the old village square,
So wait for me darlin' and I'll be there.
The moon was so young and their hearts were gay,
I'm yours for ever he heard her say,
But she knew in her heart that he could not stay.
Tomorrow, tomorrow we will meet once more,
In the old village square,
So wait for me darlin' and I'll be there.
Now her heart is sad as he sails the sea,
And I heard her sigh, "Oh come back to me",
And the wind in the waves whispered mournfully,
"Tomorrow, tomorrow we will meet once more,
In the old village square,
So wait for me darlin' and I'll be there."
Tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow
(Gale, Silverman)
quinta-feira, 30 de maio de 2013
Amor - XXII
Nina Simone
Don't Smoke in Bed
(1958)
Patti Smith
Don't Smoke in Bed
(1995)
I left a note on his dresser
My old wedding ring
With these few goodbye words
How can I sing
Goodbye old sleepy head
I'm packing you in like I said
Take care of everything
I'm leaving my wedding ring
Don't look for me
I'll get ahead
Remember darling
Don't smoke in bed
Don't look for me
I'll get ahead
Remember darling
Don't smoke in bed
(Willard Robison,
1947)
http://www.lyricsfreak.com/n/nina+simone/dont+smoke+in+bed_20100628.html
Etiquetas:
Amor,
Música,
Nina Simone,
Patti Smith,
Vida,
Willard Robison
domingo, 26 de maio de 2013
segunda-feira, 19 de novembro de 2012
domingo, 4 de novembro de 2012
Nina Simone
Nina Simone
Mississippi Goddam
(1964)
The name of this tune is Mississippi Goddam
And I mean every word of it
Alabama's gotten me so upset
Tennessee made me lose my rest
And everybody knows about Mississippi Goddam
Alabama's gotten me so upset
Tennessee made me lose my rest
And everybody knows about Mississippi Goddam
Can't you see it
Can't you feel it
It's all in the air
I can't stand the pressure much longer
Somebody say a prayer
Alabama's gotten me so upset
Tennessee made me lose my rest
And everybody knows about Mississippi Goddam
This is a show tune
But the show hasn't been written for it, yet
Hound dogs on my trail
School children sitting in jail
Black cat cross my path
I think every day's gonna be my last
Lord have mercy on this land of mine
We all gonna get it in due time
I don't belong here
I don't belong there
I've even stopped believing in prayer
Don't tell me
I tell you
Me and my people just about due
I've been there so I know
They keep on saying "Go slow!"
But that's just the trouble
"do it slow"
Washing the windows
"do it slow"
Picking the cotton
"do it slow"
You're just plain rotten
"do it slow"
You're too damn lazy
"do it slow"
The thinking's crazy
"do it slow"
Where am I going
What am I doing
I don't know
I don't know
Just try to do your very best
Stand up be counted with all the rest
For everybody knows about Mississippi Goddam
I made you thought I was kiddin' didn't we
Picket lines
School boycotts
They try to say it's a communist plot
All I want is equality
For my sister my brother my people and me
Yes you lied to me all these years
You told me to wash and clean my ears
And talk real fine just like a lady
And you'd stop calling me Sister Sadie
Oh but this whole country is full of lies
You're all gonna die and die like flies
I don't trust you any more
You keep on saying "Go slow!"
"Go slow!"
But that's just the trouble
"do it slow"
Desegregation
"do it slow"
Mass participation
"do it slow"
Reunification
"do it slow"
Do things gradually
"do it slow"
But bring more tragedy
"do it slow"
Why don't you see it
Why don't you feel it
I don't know
I don't know
You don't have to live next to me
Just give me my equality
Everybody knows about Mississippi
Everybody knows about Alabama
Everybody knows about Mississippi Goddam
That's it for now! see ya' later
Nina Simone
http://www.lyricsfreak.com/n/nina+simone/mississippi+goddam_20100636.html
sexta-feira, 26 de outubro de 2012
segunda-feira, 27 de agosto de 2012
Preto - XVIII
Nina Simone
Black Is The Color Of My True Love's Hair
(1969)
Black is the color of my true love's hair
His face is like roses so fair
He's the prettiest face
And the neatest of hands
I love the ground on where he stands
Oh I love my love
And this he knows
I love the ground on whereon he goes
If you no more on earth I see,
I can't serve you as you have me
The winters passed and the leaves are green
The time is passed that we have seen
But still I hope the time will come
When you and I will be as one
I go to the Clyde to mourn and weep,
But satisfied I never could sleep
I write you a letter
Just a few short lines
I'll suffer death ten thousnad times.
So fare you well my ain true love
The time has passed but I wish you well
But still I hope the time will come
When you and I wil be as one.
I love my love and this she knows
I love the ground whereon he goes
He's theprettiest face and the neatest of hands,
I love the ground wereon he stands.
(Tradicional)
http://www.lyricsfreak.com/n/nina+simone/black+is+the+color+of+my+true+loves+hair_20100553.html
Etiquetas:
Amor,
Música,
Nina Simone,
Preto,
Vida
domingo, 25 de dezembro de 2011
Nina Simone
Nina Simone
FODDER ON HER WINGS
(1978)
A bird fell to earth
Reincarnated from her birth
She had fodder in her wings
She had dust inside her brains
She flitted here and there
United States, Switzerland, France, England, everywhere
With fodder in her wings
And dust inside her brains
Oh how sad
Oh how sad
Oh how sad
She watched the people how they lived
They'd forgotten how to give
They had fodder in their brains
They had dust inside their wings
She watched them how they tried to live
They'd forgotten how to give
They had fodder in their wings
They had dust inside their brains
Oh how sad
Oh how sad
Oh how sad
A bird fell to earth
Reincarnated from her birth
She had fodder in her wings
She had dust inside her brains
She flitted here and there
United States, France, England, everywhere
With fodder in her wings
And dust inside her brains
Oh how sad
Oh how sad
Oh how sad
She watched the people how they lived
They'd forgotten how to give
They had fodder in their wings
They had dust inside their brains
She watched them how they tried to live
They'd forgotten how to give
They had fodder in their wings
They had dust inside their brains
Quel pays
Quel pays
Quel pays
(Transcribed by Monique Adriaansen - September 2005)
http://lyricsplayground.com/alpha/songs/f/fodderonherwings.shtml
segunda-feira, 7 de novembro de 2011
quinta-feira, 18 de agosto de 2011
terça-feira, 19 de abril de 2011
sábado, 1 de janeiro de 2011
Nina Simone
My baby just cares for me
My baby don't care for shows
My baby don't care for clothes
My baby just cares for me
My baby don't care for cars and races
My baby don't care for high-tone places
Liz Taylor is not his style
And even Lana Turner's smile
Is somethin' he can't see
My baby don't care who knows
My baby just cares for me
Baby, my baby don't care for shows
And he don't even care for clothes
He cares for me
My baby don't care
For cars and races
My baby don't care for
He don't care for high-tone places
Liz Taylor is not his style
And even Liberace's smile
Is something he can't see
Is something he can't see
I wonder what's wrong with baby
My baby just cares for
My baby just cares for
My baby just cares for me
Gus Khan (1930)(http://www.stlyrics.com/)
My baby don't care for shows
My baby don't care for clothes
My baby just cares for me
My baby don't care for cars and races
My baby don't care for high-tone places
Liz Taylor is not his style
And even Lana Turner's smile
Is somethin' he can't see
My baby don't care who knows
My baby just cares for me
Baby, my baby don't care for shows
And he don't even care for clothes
He cares for me
My baby don't care
For cars and races
My baby don't care for
He don't care for high-tone places
Liz Taylor is not his style
And even Liberace's smile
Is something he can't see
Is something he can't see
I wonder what's wrong with baby
My baby just cares for
My baby just cares for
My baby just cares for me
Gus Khan (1930)(http://www.stlyrics.com/)
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