MÚSICA PARA OUVIR (Victor Hugo)
Fizemos o upload das músicas que gravo para o servidor novo. E temos também muitas músicas que eu não tinha postado, principalmente do R.E.M.:
Beatles - And Your Bird Can Sing (Lennon/McCartney)
You tell me that you've got everything you want
And your bird can sing
But you don't get me, you don't get me
You say you've seen seven wonders and your bird is green
But you can't see me, you can't see me
When your prized possessions start to wear you down
Look in my direction, I'll be round, I'll be round
When your bird is broken will it bring you down
You may be awoken, I'll be round, I'll be round
You tell me that you've heard every sound there is
And your bird can swing
But you can't hear me, you can't hear me
R.E.M. - Little America (Berry/Buck/Mills/Stipe)
I can't see myself at thirty, I don't buy a lacquered thirty
Caught like flies, preserved for tomorrow's jewelery, again
Lighted in the amber yard, a green shellback, green shellback
Preserved for tomorrow's eyes, in tree beer tar-black brer sap,
The biggest wagon is the empty wagon is the noisiest, is the
The consul a horse, Jefferson, I think we're lost
Who will tend the farm museums? Who will dust today's belongings?
Who will sweep the floors, hedging near the givens?
Rally round your leaders it's the mediator season
Diane is on the beach, do you realize the life she's led?
The biggest wagon is the empty wagon is the noisiest, is the
The consul a horse, oh man I think we're lost
The biggest wagon is the empty wagon is the noisiest, is the
A matter of course, Jefferson, Jeffer
Lighted in the amber yard, a green shellback, green shellback
Sky-lied, sty-tied, Nero pie-tied, in tree tar-black brer sap,
Reason has harnessed the tame, a lodging, not stockader's game
Another Greenville, another Magic Mart, Jeffer, grab your fiddle,
The biggest wagon is the empty wagon is the noisiest, is the
The consul a horse, Jefferson, I think we're lost
The biggest wagon is the empty wagon is the noisiest, is the
The consul a horse, Jefferson, I think we're lost, lost
Zé Ramalho - Chão de Giz (Zé Ramalho)
Eu desço dessa solidão
Espalho coisas sobre um chão de giz
Há meros devaneios tolos a me torturar
Fotografias recortadas em jornais de folhas
Amiúde,
Eu vou te jogar
Num pano de guardar confetes
Eu vou te jogar
Num pano de guardar confetes.
Disparo balas de canhão, é inútil
Pois existe um grão-vizir
Há tantas violetas velhas
Sem um colibri
Queria usar quem sabe
Uma camisa de força, ou de vênus
Mas não vou gozar de nós
Apenas um cigarro
Nem vou lhe beijar
Gastando assim o meu batom.
Agora pego um caminhão
Na lona vou a nocaute outra vez
Pra sempre fui acorrentado
No seu calcanhar
Meus vinte anos de ¨boy¨
¨that’s over baby¨ - Freud explica
Não vou me sujar
Fumando apenas um cigarro
Nem vou lhe beijar
Gastando assim o meu batom.
Quanto ao pano dos confetes
Já passou meu carnaval
E isso explica porque o sexo
É assunto popular.
No mais estou indo embora
No mais estou indo embora....
The Jam - That's Entertainment (Paul Weller)
A police car and a screaming siren
A pnuematic drill and ripped up concrete
A baby wailing and stray dog howling
The screech of brakes and lamplights blinking
that's entertainment.
A smash of glass and the rumble of boots
An electric train and a ripped up 'phone booth
Paint splattered walls and the cry of a tomcat
Lights going out and a kick in the balls
that's entertainment.
Days of speed and slow time Mondays
Pissing down with rain on a boring Wednesday
Watching the news and not eating your tea
A freezing cold flat and damp on the walls
that's entertainment.
Waking up at 6 a.m. on a cool warm morning
Opening the windows and breathing in petrol
An amateur band rehearsing in a nearby yard
Watching the tele and thinking about your holidays
that's entertainment.
Waking up from bad dreams and smoking cigarettes
Cuddling a warm girl and smelling stale perfume
A hot summers' day and sticky black tarmac
Feeding ducks in the park and wishing you were faraway
that's entertainment.
Two lovers kissing amongst the scream of midnight
Two lovers missing the tranquility of solitude
Getting a cab and travelling on buses
Reading the grafitti about slashed seat affairs
that's entertainment.
R.E.M. - Catapult (Berry/Buck/Mills/Stipe)
É uma versão diferente da que eu tinha postado antes.
R.E.M. - Radio Free Europe (Berry/Buck/Mills/Stipe)
Beside yourself if radio's gonna stay
Reason: it could polish up the grey
Put that, put that, put that up your wall
That this isn't country at all
Raving station, beside yourself
Keep me out of country in the word
Deal the porch is leading us absurd
Push that, push that, push that to the hull
That this isn't nothing at all
Straight off the boat, where to go?
Calling on in transit, calling on in transit
Radio Free Europe
Beside defying media too fast
Instead of pushing palaces to fall
Put that, put that, put that before all
That this isn't fortunate at all
Raving station, beside yourself
Calling on in transit, calling on in transit
Radio Free Europe
Decide yourself, calling all of the medias too fast
Keep me out of country in the word
Disappoint is into us absurd
Straight off the boat, where to go?
Calling on in transit, calling on in transit
Radio Free Europe, Free Europe
Calling on in transit, calling on in transit
Radio Free Europe, Free Europe
Velvet Underground - Femme Fatale (Lou Reed)
Here she comes, you better watch your step
She's going to break your heart in two, it's true
It's not hard to realize
Just look into her false colored eyes
She builds you up to just put you down, what a clown
'Cause everybody knows (She's a femme fatale)
The things she does to please (She's a femme fatale)
She's just a little tease (She's a femme fatale)
See the way she walks
Hear the way she talks
You're written in her book
You're number 37, have a look
She's going to smile to make you frown, what a clown
Little boy, she's from the street
Before you start, you're already beat
She's gonna play you for a fool, yes it's true
'Cause everybody knows (She's a femme fatale)
The things she does to please (She's a femme fatale)
She's just a little tease (She's a femme fatale)
See the way she walks
Hear the way she talks
R.E.M. - Harborcoat (Berry/Buck/Mills/Stipe)
They crowded up to Lenin with their noses worn off
A handshake is worthy if it's all that you've got
Metal shivs on wood push through our back
There's a splinter in your eye and it reads "react"
They shifted the statues for harboring ghosts
Reddened their necks, collared their clothes
Then we danced the dance till the menace got out
She gathered the corners and called it her gown
Please find my harborcoat, can't go outside without it
Find my harborcoat, can't go outside without it
R.E.M. - Moral Kiosk (Berry/Buck/Mills/Stipe)
Scratch the scandals in the twilight
Trying to shock but instead
Idle hands all orient to her
Pass a magic pillow under head
It's so much more attractive inside the moral kiosk
Inside, cold, dark, fire, twilight
Inside, cold, dark, fire, twilight
They scratch the scandals in the twilight
She was laughing like a Horae
Put that knee in dour landslide
Take this step to dash a roving eye
It's so much more attractive inside the moral kiosk
Inside, cold, dark, fire, twilight
Inside, cold, dark, fire, twilight
R.E.M. - Kohoutek (Berry/Buck/Mills/Stipe)
Who will stand alone?
She carried ribbons, she wore them out
Courage built a bridge, jealous tore it down
At least it's something you've left behind
Like Kohoutek, you were gone
We sat in the garden, we stood on the porch
I won't deny myself, we never talked
She wore bangles, she wore bells
On her toes and she jumped like a fish
Like a flyin' friend, you were gone
Like Kohoutek, can't forget that
Fever built a bridge, reason tore it down
If I am one to follow.. who will stand alone?
Maybe you're not the problem
scissors, paper, stone
If you stand and holler, these prayers will talk
She carried ribbons, she wore them out
Michael built a bridge...Michael tore it down
At least it's something you've left behind
Like Kohoutek, you were gone
Michael built a bridge... Michael tore it down
If I stand and holler... will I stand alone?
R.E.M. - Swan Swan H (Berry/Buck/Mills/Stipe)
Swan, swan, hummingbird
Hurrah, we are all free now
What noisy cats are we
Girl and dog he bore his cross
A long, low time ago, people talk to me
Johnny Reb what's the price of fans
Forty a piece or three for one dollar?
Hey captain don't you want to buy
Some bone chains and toothpicks?
Night wings, her hair chains,
Here's your wooden greenback, sing
Wooden beams and dovetail sweep
I struck that picture ninety times,
I walked that path a hundred ninety,
Long, low time ago, people talk to me
A pistol hot cup of rhyme
The whiskey is water, the water is wine
Marching feet, Johnny Reb, what's the price of heroes?
Six in one, half dozen the other,
Tell that to the captain's mother,
Hey captain don't you want to buy,
Some bone chains and toothpicks?
Night wings, her hair chains
Swan, swan, hummingbird
Hurrah, we are all free now
What noisy cats are we
Long, low time ago, people talk to me
A pistol hot cup of rhyme,
The whiskey is water, the water is wine
R.E.M. - Texarkana (Berry/Buck/Mills/Stipe)
20,000 miles to an oasis
20,000 years will I burn
20,000 chances I wasted
waiting for the moment to turn
I would give my life to find it
I would give it all
Catch me if I fall
Walking through the woods, I have faced it
Looking for something to learn
30,000 thoughts have replaced it
Never in my time to return
I would give my life to find it
I would give it all
Catch me if I fall
All alone,
waiting to fall
40,000 stars in the evening
Look at them fall from the sky
40,000 reasons for living
40,000 tears in your eye
I would give my life to find it
I would give it all
Catch me if I fall
Catch me if I fall
Catch me if I fall
Catch me if I fall
