Samba

Lembro-me de um comentário do Chico Buarque sobre o samba, dizendo que a letra chorava e a música sorria. Minha mãe está aqui ouvindo Adoniran e notei que em muitos sambas paulistas a música também chora. Em compensação, muitas vezes a letra gargalha e nós gargalhamos juntos.

Adoniran Barbosa - Despejo na favela

Adoniran Barbosa - Acende o candeeiro

Just a man

Sky is clear tonight
Sky is clear tomorrow
A star is out
I reach for one to sparkle in my hand
A star is out
I will not touch you, I am just a man
Sky is clear tonight
Sky is clear tomorrow
And every night I shut my eyes
So I don't have to see the light
Shining so bright
I'll dream about a cloudy sky,
A cloudy sky
I'll dream about a cloudy sky, a cloudy
Man was born to love-
Though often he has sought
Like Icarus, to fly too high-
And far too lonely than he ought
To kiss the sun of east and west
And hold the world at his behest-
To hold the terrible power
To whom only gods are blessed-
But me, I am just a man
And every night I shut my eyes
So I don't have to see the light
Shining so bright
I'll dream about a cloudy sky, a cloudy sky
And every night I shut my eyes
But now I've got them open wide
You've fallen into my hands
And now you're burning me
You're burning me

Face a face

Puxa, eu havia esquecido de uma banda que marcou minha adolescência, Face to Face. Conheci-a no finado programa Skabadabadoo, na Brasil 2000 (que agora tem o nome sem-graça FM 107.3). Clássicos do hardcore do anos '90 como Blind e Ordinary mostram como é possível criar músicas com sentimento e 'punch'. Lembro quando eu atormentava meus amigos em meu primeiro emprego cantando Ordinary o dia inteiro. Bom, eu cantava tudo errado, mas cantava empolgado.

what if I'm right and you are wrong?
what if you knew it all along?
what if I figured out that I did not belong?
what if it always bothered me?
what if I never did believe?
would it be wrong if I decided I should leave?
if I pretended I was blind
and struck it from my mind
would it still be there?
what if I'd do anything to make it seem all right
it's all right
what if it's all inside my head?
what if those words were never said?
would it be easier if I could just forget?
what if I didn't run away?
could it be any other way?
would it be wrong if I decided I should stay?

Marcha Turca

Marcha Turca, composição de W. A. Mozart.
Transcrita para o violão e executada por William Kanengiser.