Playlist da semana

Bom dia, caros hóspedes!

Hoje a nossa playlist conta com músicas de raízes medievais, seja somente na letra - como é o caso de "Love song", da Legião Urbana - seja no conjunto letra e música. Ofereço a vocês também os poemas que deram origem a elas. Vale a pena ler e pesquisar! As canções medievais são muito ricas em metáforas.

A música do Nick Drake, "Clothes of sand" não é originalmente medieval, mas entrou aqui por ter uma estrutura muito próxima do gênero - poderia apostar que o Drake quis fazer um pastiche -, tanto musical como poeticamente, apesar de alguns elementos que são estranhos à época. Há, inclusive, uma versão com arranjos à maneira celta feita pela banda Déanta.

No caso de "Black is the color of my true love's hair", "Scarborough fair" e "Love song", o poema é bem maior do que o da versão de Nina Simone, Simon e Garfunkel e Legião Urbana, respectivamente. Coloquei essas outras versões porque elas contêm belíssimas passagens. Como a autoria não era uma questão importante ainda no medievo, não se pode falar em "versão original". Por isso, também a atualização que fazem todas as versões apresentadas aqui é um aspecto importante para se apreciar.

1) Nick Drake - Clothes of sand



Who has dressed you in strange clothes of sand?
Who has taken you far from my land?
Who has said that my sayings were wrong?
And who will say that I stayed much too long?

Clothes of sand have covered your face
Given you meaning, taken my place.
So make your way on, down to the sea -
Something has taken you so far from me.

Does it now seem worth all the colour of skies
To see the earth through painted eyes?
To look through panes of shaded glass?
See the stains of winter's grass?

Can you now return to from where you came?
Try to burn your changing name?
Or with silver spoons and coloured light
Will you worship moons in winter's night?

Clothes of sand have covered your face
Given you meaning, taken my place.
So make your way on, down to the sea -
Something has taken you so far from me.

2) Nina Simone - Black is the colour of my true love's hair



But black is the colour of my true love's hair.
His face is like some rosy fair,
The prettiest face and the neatest hands,
I love the ground whereon he stands.
I love my love and well he knows,
I love the ground whereon he goes,
If you no more on earth I see,
I can't serve you as you have me.

The winter's 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 shall be as one.

I go to the Clyde for to mourn and weep,
But satisfied I never could sleep.
I'll write to you a few short lines,
I'll suffer death ten thousand times.

So fare you well, my own true love
The time has passed, but I wish you well.
But still I hope the time will come
When you and I will be as one.

I love my love and well he knows,
I love the ground whereon he goes.
The prettiest face, the neatest hands,
I love the ground whereon he stands.

3) Simon & Garfunkel - Scarborough fair



BOTH

Are you going to Scarborough Fair?
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme,
Remember me to one who lives there,
For she once was a true love of mine.

MAN

Tell her to make me a cambric shirt,
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme,
Without any seam nor needlework,
And then she'll be a true love of mine.

Tell her to wash it in yonder dry well,
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme,
Which never sprung water nor rain ever fell,
And then she'll be a true love of mine.

Tell her to dry it on yonder thorn,
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme,
Which never bore blossom since Adam was born,
And then she'll be a true love of mine.

Ask her to do me this courtesy,
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme,
And ask for a like favour from me,
And then she'll be a true love of mine.

BOTH

Have you been to Scarborough Fair?
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme,
Remember me from one who lives there,
For he once was a true love of mine.

WOMAN

Ask him to find me an acre of land,
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme,
Between the salt water and the sea-sand,
For then he'll be a true love of mine.

Ask him to plough it with a lamb's horn,
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme,
And sow it all over with one peppercorn,
For then he'll be a true love of mine.

Ask him to reap it with a sickle of leather,
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme,
And gather it up with a rope made of heather,
For then he'll be a true love of mine.

When he has done and finished his work,
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme,
Ask him to come for his cambric shirt,
For then he'll be a true love of mine.

BOTH

If you say that you can't, then I shall reply,
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme,
Oh, Let me know that at least you will try,
Or you'll never be a true love of mine.

Love imposes impossible tasks,
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme,
But none more than any heart would ask,
I must know you're a true love of mine.

3) Legião Urbana - Love song



Pois nací nunca vi Amor,
e ouço del sempre falar.
Pero sei que me quer matar,
mais rogarei a mia senhor
que me mostr'aquel matador,
ou que m'ampare del melhor.

Pero nunca lh'eu fige ren
por que m'el haja de matar;
mais quer'eu mia senhor rogar,
polo gran med'en que me ten,
que me mostr'aquel matador,
ou que m'ampare del melhor.

Nunca me lh'eu ampararei,
se m'ela del non amparar;
mais quer'eu mia senhor rogar,
polo gran medo que del hei,
que mi amostr'aquel matador,
ou que mi ampare del melhor.

E pois Amor ha sobre mí
de me matar tan gran poder,
e eu non o posso veer,
rogarei mia senhor assí
que mi amostr'aquel matador,
ou que mi ampare del melhor.

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Leto.

Playlist da semana

Sobre o frio.

1) Nick Drake - Day is done



"When the night is cold, some get by, but some get old, just to show life's not made of gold - when the night is cold."

2) Pink Floyd - Wot's... uh the deal



"It's time to let me in from the cold. Turn my lead into gold, 'cause there's a chill wind blowin' in my soul and I think I'm growin' old."

3) Portishead - Western eyes



"I feel so cold on hookers and gin - this mess we're in."

4) Damien Rice - Cold water



"Cold, cold water surrounds me now, and all I've got is your hand."



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Leonardo Ramos.

Playlist da semana

Bom dia!

Esta semana brindamos nossos hóspedes com grandes artistas fazendo versões de outros grandes artistas. O enfoque é nas músicas folk ou de estilo folk, como é o caso de "I know it's over", dos Smiths. Não há muito o que comentar... Deleitem-se com lindas versões!

1) Thom Yorke - Sing a song for you (de Tim Buckley)

2) Jeff Buckley - I know it's over (de The Smiths)

3) Paul Weller - Riverman (de Nick Drake)

4) Marissa Nadler - Famous Blue Raincoat (de Leonard Cohen)

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Leto.

Parceria: O Albergue + Pimenta, Moda, Música

Mais uma participação desta casa no blog da Dani. Falei de Nick Drake, um dos meus compositores favoritos de folk. Leia aí:

http://chillifashionrock.blogspot.com/2012/01/radiola-moderna-nick-drake.html

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Leonardo Ramos.

Playlist da semana

De volta ao folk.

1) Nick Drake - At the chime of a city light



2) Doug Paisley - Wide open plain



3) Marissa Nadler - Thinking of you



4) Paul McCartney - Jenny Wren


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Hermes.

Playlist da semana

Atendendo à sugestão do hóspede Adriano Drummond, músicas com letras psicodélicas. Gostei tanto que haverá mais postagens do mesmo tema, porque muita coisa fica de fora quando se tem de escolher apenas quatro músicas.

1) The Beatles - I am the walrus



I am he
As you are he
As you are me
And we are all together
See how they run like pigs from a gun
See how they fly
I'm crying

Sitting on a cornflake
Waiting for the van to come
Corporation tee shirt
Stupid bloody tuesday
Man, you've been a naughty boy
You let your face grow long

I am the eggman
They are the eggmen
I am the walrus
Goo goo g'joob

Mister city
Policeman sitting
Pretty little
Policemen in the row
See how they fly like lucy in the sky
See how they run
I'm crying (4x)

I am the eggman
They are the eggmen
I am the walrus
Goo goo g'joob

Yellow matter custard
Dripping from a dead dog's eye
Crab a locker fishwife
Pornographic priestess
Boy, you've been a naughty girl
You let your knickers down

I am the eggman
They are the eggmen
I am the walrus
Goo goo g'joob


Sitting in an english garden, waiting for the sun
If the sun don't come you get a tan
From standing in the english rain

I am the eggman
They are the eggmen
I am the walrus
Goo goo g'joob

Expert texperts choking smokers
Don't you think the joker laughs at you?
See how they smile like pigs in a sty
See how they snide
I'm crying

Semolina pilchard
Climbing up the eiffel tower
Elementary penguin
Singin' hare krishna
Man, you should have seen them
Kicking Edgar Allan Poe

I am the eggman
They are the eggmen
I am the walrus
Goo goo g'joob

2) Pink Floyd - Let there be more light



Far, far, far away? Way
People heard him say? Say
I will find a way. Way
There will come a day? Day

Something will be done
Then at last the mighty ship
Descending on a point of flame
Made contact with the human race at Mildenhall

Now, now, now is the time? Time
Time to be, be, be aware

Carter's father saw it there
And knew the Rhull revealed to him
The living soul of Hereward the Wake

Oh, my, something in my eye? Eye
Something in the sky? Sky
Something there for me

The other lock rolled slowly back
The servicemen were heard to sign
For there revealed in flowing robes
Was Lucy in the sky

Oh, oh, did you ever know - know?
Never ever will they I'll say

Summoning his cosmic powers
And glowing slightly from his toes
His psychedelic emanations fly

3) Nick Drake - Riverman



Betty came by on her way
Said she had a word to say
About things today
And fallen leaves.

Said she hadn't heard the news
Hadn't had the time to choose
A way to lose
But she believes.

Going to see the river man
Going to tell him all I can
About the plan
For lilac time.

If he tells me all he knows
About the way his river flows
And all night shows
In summertime.

Betty said she prayed today
For the sky to blow away
Or maybe stay
She wasn't sure.

For when she thought of summer rain
Calling for her mind again
She lost the pain
And stayed for more.

Going to see the river man
Going to tell him all I can
About the ban
On feeling free.

If he tells me all he knows
About the way his river flows
I don't suppose
It's meant for me.

Oh, how they come and go
Oh, how they come and go

4) Radiohead - Paranoid Android



Please could you stop the noise, I'm trying to get some rest
From all the unborn chicken voices in my head
What's that...? (I may be paranoid, but not an android)
What's that...? (I may be paranoid, but not an android)

When I am king, you will be first against the wall
With your opinion which is of no consequence at all
What's that...? (I may be paranoid, but no android)
What's that...? (I may be paranoid, but no android)

Ambition makes you look pretty ugly
Kicking and squealing gucci little piggy
You don't remember
You don't remember
Why don't you remember my name?
Off with his head, man
Off with his head, man
Why don't you remember my name?
I guess he does....

Rain down, rain down
Come on rain down on me
From a great high
From a great high...high...
Rain down, rain down
Come on rain down on me
From a great high
From a great high... high...
Rain down, rain down
Come on rain down on me

That's it, sir
You're leaving
The crackle of pigskin
The dust and the screaming
The yuppies networking
The panic, the vomit
The panic, the vomit
God loves his children, God loves his children, yeah
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Hermes.

Playlist da semana

Músicas cujas letras valem a pena serem conhecidas - extremamente líricas.

1) Nick Drake - Day is done



When the day is done
Down to earth, then sinks the sun
Along with everything that was lost and won
When the day is done.

When the day is done,
Hope so much your race will be all run.
Then you find you jumped the gun,
Have to go back where you began,
When the day is done.

When the night is cold,
Some get by but some get old,
Just to show life's not made of gold -
When the night is cold.

When the bird has flown,
Got no-one to call your own,
Got no place to call your home -
When the bird has flown.

When the game's been fought,
You speed the ball across the court;
Lost much sooner than you would have thought.
Now the game's been fought.

When the party's through,
Seems so very sad for you...
Didn't do the things you meant to do:
Now there's no time to start anew,
Now the party's through.

When the day is done
Down to earth, then sinks the sun
Along with everything that was lost and won
When the day is done.

2) Radiohead - Fake plastic trees



Her green plastic watering can
For her fake Chinese rubber plant
In the fake plastic earth,
That she bought from a rubber man
In a town full of rubber plans
To get rid of itself,

It wears her out, it wears her out,
It wears her out, it wears her out.

She lives with a broken man,
A cracked polystyrene man
Who just crumbles and burns.
He used to do surgery
For girls in the eighties
But gravity always wins.

It wears him out, it wears him out,
It wears him out, it wears him out.

She looks like the real thing,
She tastes like the real thing:
My fake plastic love!
But I can't help the feeling,
I could blow through the ceiling
If I just turn and run...

It wears me out, it wears me out,
It wears me out, it wears me out.

If I could be who you wanted...!
If I could be who you wanted all the time,
All the time...

3) The Beatles - Eleanor Rigby



Ah, look at all the lonely people!
Ah, look at all the lonely people!

Eleanor Rigby picks up the rice in the church where a wedding has been -
Lives in a dream -
Waits at the window, wearing the face that she keeps in a jar by the door -
Who is it for?

All the lonely people, where do they all come from?
All the lonely people, where do they all belong?

Father McKenzie writing the words of a sermon that no one will hear.
No one comes near.
Look at him working, darning his socks in the night when there's nobody there.
What does he care?

All the lonely people, where do they all come from?
All the lonely people, where do they all belong?

Ah, look at all the lonely people!
Ah, look at all the lonely people!

Eleanor Rigby died in the church and was buried along with her name.
Nobody came.
Father McKenzie wiping the dirt from his hands as he walks from the grave -
No one was saved

All the lonely people, where do they all come from?
All the lonely people, where do they all belong?

4) The Smiths - Last night I dreamt that somebody loved me



Last night I dreamt
That somebody loved me.
No hope, no harm,
Just another false alarm...

Last night I felt:
Real arms around me.
No hope, no harm,
Just another false alarm...

So, tell me how long
Before the last one?
And tell me how long
Before the right one?

The story is old - I know,
But it goes on...
The story is old - I know,
But it goes on.

Hermes.

Playlist da semana

Segunda-feira + chuva x enxaqueca = melancolia.

1) A lua não está aí para nos dar seu clarão, mas aí está Beethoven para ecoar nossa tristeza. Esse primeiro movimento da Sonata Claire de Lune tem pouquíssima dinâmica. Ela é executada quase toda pianissimo e jamais chega ao fortissimo. O tom é menor e a harmonia é um tanto dissonante. Graves e agudos sempre contrastando. Metáfora da vida.



2) A cabeça baixa, os olhos fechados e as costas curvas só demonstram que Bill Evans estava mais interessado em si mesmo que nos ouvintes quando executava seu cool jazz. E é por não se preocupar com a plateia que a sua interpretação tem tanto impacto. Em I loves [sic] you, Porgy, ele faz o piano chorar e reclamar, tentando transferir para o instrumento o sentimento que ele talvez não quisesse assumir como dele. Privilégio dos bons músicos!



3) Day is done é a música em que o Nick Drake conseguiu colocar toda a angústia da(s) falta(s). A falta começa a aparecer nos fins de tarde e se instala de vez durante a noite. Talvez ela se manifeste com mais força logo após um momento de intensa alegria. Acho que é a isso que ele se refere na seguinte estrofe: "When the party's through/ seems so sad for you:/ didn't do the things you meant to do,/ now there's no time to start anew,/ now the party's through." As repetições não são acaso, Nick Drake era um poeta. Elas acentuam o efeito angustiante da rotina. É a certeza de que você passará por tudo isso de novo amanhã... Escolhi a versão demo porque é apenas o Drake e seu violão e porque, esteticamente, acho que ela está mais de acordo com o clima da letra.



4) Um clássico do rock, Comfortably Numb é a música que se utiliza da metáfora da doença para falar de solidão. O trecho do filme "The Wall" que foi agraciado com essa trilha sonora mostra um menino, um rato, e o próprio menino já crescido. Os três estão em momentos de fraqueza física. O menino é tratado com desleixo pela mãe quando está mal; esse mesmo menino trata com carinho um rato que ele encontra doente e que, no entanto, morre; depois, já adulto e junkie, o menino recebe cuidados, mas por simples interesse pragmático, afinal, "the show must go on". O remédio para esse garoto, então, é se isolar, não se permitir sentir mais nenhum tipo de "fraqueza", ficar dormente, insensível.



C'est l'Ennui ! - l'oeil chargé d'un pleur involontaire...
Charles Baudelaire

Leonardo Ramos.