domingo, 30 de setembro de 2012

"Warwick Avenue" de Duffy, Jimmy Hogarth & Eg White


When I get to Warwick Avenue
Meet me by the entrance of the tube
We can talk things over a little time
Promise me you won't stand by the light

When I get to Warwick Avenue
Please drop the past and be true
Don't think we're okay
Just because I'm here
You hurt me bad but I won't shed a tear

I'm leaving you for the last time baby
You think you're loving,
But you don't love me

And I've been confused
Outta my mind lately
You think you're loving,
But I want to be free, baby
You've hurt me.

When I get to Warwick Avenue
We'll spend an hour but no more than two
Our only chance to speak once more
I showed you the answers, now here's the door

When I get to Warwick Avenue
I'll tell ya baby there we're through

I'm leaving you for the last time baby
You think you're loving,
But you don't love me

I've been confused
Outta my mind lately
You think you're loving,
But you don't love me
I want to be free, baby
You've hurt me.

All the days spent together
I wish for better,
But I didn't want the train to come
Now it's departed, I'm broken hearted
Seems like we never started

All those days spent together
When I wished for better
And I didn't want the train to come.

No, no.
You think you're loving
But you don't love me
I want to be free, baby
You've hurt me

You don't love me
I want to be free
Baby you've hurt me

terça-feira, 25 de setembro de 2012

"Blackbird" de Paul McCartney


Blackbird singing in the dead of night
Take these broken wings and learn to fly
All your life
You were only waiting for this moment to arise


Blackbird singing in the dead of night
Take these sunken eyes and learn to see
All your life
You were only waiting for this moment to be free


Blackbird fly, blackbird fly
Into the light of the dark black night


Blackbird fly, blackbird fly
Into the light of the dark black night


Blackbird singing in the dead of night
Take these broken wings and learn to fly
All your life
You were only waiting for this moment to arise
You were only waiting for this moment to arise
You were only waiting for this moment to arise

sexta-feira, 21 de setembro de 2012

"Mutante" de Rita Lee & Roberto de Carvalho


Juro que não vai doer se um dia eu roubar
O seu anel de brilhantes
Afinal de contas dei meu coração
E você pôs na estante

Como um troféu
No meio da bugiganga
Você me deixou de tanga
Ai de mim que sou romântica!

Kiss baby, kiss me baby, kiss me
Pena que você não me kiss
Não me suicidei por um triz
Ai de mim que sou assim!

Quando eu me sinto um pouco rejeitada
Me dá um nó na garganta
Choro até secar a alma de toda a mágoa
Depois eu passo pra outra

Como mutante
No fundo sempre sozinho
Seguindo o meu caminho
Ai de mim que sou romântica!

Kiss baby, kiss me baby, kiss me
Pena que você não me kiss
Não me suicidei por um triz
Ai de mim que sou assim!
 

sexta-feira, 14 de setembro de 2012

"My Funny Valentine" de Bobby Darin, Richard Rodgers & Lorenz Hart (para a think-tank, incubadora e consultoria Volans)


My funny valentine...
Sweet, comic valentine...
You make me smile with my heart
Your looks are laughable, unphotographable
yet your my favorite work of art


Is your figure less than Greek?
Is your mouth a little weak?
When you open it to speak,
are you smart?


But don't change a hair for me
Not if you care for me
Stay little valentine
Stay
Each day is valentine's day.


Is your figure less than Greek?
Is your mouth a little weak?
When you open it to speak,
Are you smart?


But don't change a hair for me
Not if you care for me
Stay little valentine
Stay
Each day is Valentine's Day


segunda-feira, 10 de setembro de 2012

"You Can't Always Get What You Want" de Mick Jagger & Keith Richards (para a ONG Doutores da Alegria)


I saw her today at the reception
A glass of wine in her hand.
I knew she was gonna meet her connection,
At her feet was a footloose man.

And you can't always get what you want,
Honey, you can't always get what you want.
You can't always get what you want
But if you try sometimes, yeah,
You just might find you get what you need!


I went down to the demonstration
To get our fair share of abuse,
Singing, "We gonna vent our frustration."
If we don't we're gonna blow a fifty amp fuse.


And you can't always get what you want,
Honey, you can't always get what you want.
You can't always get what you want
But if you try sometimes, yeah
You just might find you get what you need!

So, I went to the Chelsea Drugstore
To get your prescription filled.
I was standing in line with my friend, Mr. Jimmy.
And man, did he look pretty ill.
We decided that we would have a soda,
My favorite flavour was cherry red.
I sing this song to my friend, Jimmy,
And he said one word to me and that was "dead."
And I said to him


And you can't always get what you want, honey.
You can't always get what you want.
You can't always get what you want.
But if you try sometimes, yeah,
You just might find you get what you need!


I saw her today at the reception.
In her glass was a bleeding man.
She was practiced at the art of deception;
I could tell by her blood-stained hands.


And you can't always get what you want, honey.
You can't always get what you want.
You can't always get what you want,
But if you try sometimes, yeah,
You just might find you get what you need!


And you can't always get what you want, honey,
You can't always get what you want,
You cant always get what you want,
But if you try sometimes, yeah,
You just might find you get what you need


domingo, 9 de setembro de 2012

"The Carpet Crawlers" de Genesis (para São Paulo)


There is lambswool under my naked feet
The wool is soft and warm
- Gives off some kind of heat
A salamander scurries into flame to be destroyed
Imaginary creatures are trapped in birth on celluloid

The fleas cling to the golden fleece
Hoping they'll find peace
Each thought and gesture are caught in celluloid
There's no hiding in memory
There's no room to avoid

The crawlers cover the floor in the red ochre corridor
For my second sight of people, they've more life blood than before
They're moving in time to a heavy wooden door
Where the needle's eye is winking, closing on the poor

The carpet crawlers heed their callers:
"We've got to get in to get out
We've got to get in to get out
We've got to get in to get out"

There's only one direction in the faces that I see
It's upward to the ceiling, where the chamber's said to be
Like the forest fight for sunlight, that takes root in every tree
They are pulled up by the magnet, believing they're free

The carpet crawlers heed their callers:
"We've got to get in to get out
We've got to get in to get out
We've got to get in to get out"

Mild-mannered supermen are held in kryptonite
And the wise and foolish virgins giggle with their bodies glowing bright
Through the door a harvest feast is lit by candle light
It's the bottom of a staircase that spirals out of sight

The carpet crawlers heed their callers:
"We've got to get in to get out
We've got to get in to get out
We've got to get in to get out"

The porcelain mannikin with shattered skin fears attack
And the eager pack lift up their pitchers - they carry all they lack
The liquid has congealed, which has seeped out through the crack
And the tickler takes his stickleback

The carpet crawlers heed their callers:
"We've got to get in to get out
We've got to get in to get out
We've got to get in to get out ..."