hey little apple blossom
what seems to be the problem
all the ones you tell your troubles to
they don’t really care for you

come and tell me what you’re thinking
cause just when the boat is sinking
a little light is blinking
and i will come and rescue you

lots of girls walk around in tears
but that’s not for you
you’ve been looking all around for years
for someone to tell your troubles to

come and sit with me and talk awhile
let me see your pretty little smile
put your troubles in a little pile
and i will sort them out for you
i’ll fall in love with you
i think i’ll marry you

Endormie
cheveux mouillés
bras repliés
retrouvée fenêtre ouverte
l’air
par la fenêtre

Pour que l’amour me quitte

En dormant j’ai rêvé
des milles lianes
Pagayé,
pagayé

Pour que l’amour me quitte

Réveillée
la lumière pâle
des murs de l’hôpital
trop aimer c’est pas normal
un coeur si mal
accroché,
décroché

Pour que l’amour me quitte
Amour

Baixei descaradamente o disco novo dos The Raconteurs, o Consolers Of The Lonely e, assim como o primeiro, recomendo enfaticamente a audição.

Audição via download, obviamente, já que a Warner não se digna a lançar aqui ao mesmo tempo que nos EUA ou sequer disponibiliza os arquivos em lojas de música digital.

(more…)

Let me take you on a trip
Around the world and back
And you won’t have to move
You just sit still

Now let your mind do the walking
And let my body do the talking
Let me show you the world in my eyes

I’ll take you to the highest mountain
To the depths of the deepest sea
And we won’t need a map, believe me

Now let my body do the moving
And let my hands do the soothing
Let me show you the world in my eyes

That’s all there is
Nothing more than you can feel now
That’s all there is

Let me put you on a ship
On a long, long trip
Your lips close to my lips
All the islands in the ocean
All the heavens in the motion
Let me show you the world in my eyes

That’s all there is
Nothing more than you can touch now
That’s all there is

Let me show you the world in my eyes

Ninguém Chora Por Você
(Luiz Tatit)

Filho, se cuida,
Você quer chorar
Você não percebe
Mas eu sinto que você quer chorar
E sinto que você não percebe
E são tão tristes!
O modo de você ser
As coisas que você vem
Dizer pra gente, filho!

Você ri, você canta
Você é um grande guerreiro
Não fraqueja, não demonstra nada
Mas chora!
É o mínimo que você tem que fazer
Chora antes que chorem por você

Filho, repara,
Você está chorando
Você não percebe mas eu vejo
Que você está chorando
E vejo que você não percebe
E são tão simples
Os olhos que você faz
A boca que você treme
Quando conversa, filho

É tão triste, é tão simples
E tão bem simulado
No entanto eu percebo tudo
Ignoro!
Ignoro de propósito, sim
E não espere que eu chore por você

Voz e Violão: Luiz Tatit
Voz: Ná Ozzetti
Flauta Doce Tenor: Hélio Ziskind
Flauta Doce Baixo: Ciça Tuccori

Ya tuve que ir obligado a misa, ya toque en el piano “Para Elisa”
ya aprendí a falsear mi sonrisa, ya caminé por la cornisa.
Ya cambié de lugar mi cama, ya hice comedia ya hice drama
fui concreto y me fui por las ramas, ya me hice el bueno y tuve mala fama.
Ya fui ético, y fui errático, ya fui escéptico y fui fanático
ya fui abúlico, fui metódico, ya fui impúdico y fui caótico.
Ya leí Arthur Conan Doyle, ya me pasé de nafta a gas oil.
Ya leí a Bretón y a Moliere, ya dormí en colchon y en somier.
Ya me cambié el pelo de color, ya estuve en contra y estuve a favor
lo que me daba placer ahora me da dolor, ya estuve al otro lado del mostrador.
Y oigo una voz que dice sin razón
“Vos siempre cambiando, ya no cambiás más”
y yo estoy cada vez más igual
Ya no se que hacer conmigo.
Ya me ahogué en un vaso de agua , ya planté café en NIcaragua
ya me fui a probar suerte a USA, ya jugué a la ruleta rusa.
Ya creí en los marcianos, ya fui ovo lacto vegetariano.
Sano, fui quieto y fui gitano, ya estuve tranqui y estuve hasta las manos.
Hice el curso de mitoligía pero de mi los dioses se reían.
orfebrería lo salvé raspando y ritmología aqui la estoy aplicando.
Ya probé, ya fumé, ya tomé, ya dejé, ya firmé, ya viajé, ya pegé.
Ya sufrí, ya eludí, ya huí, ya asumí, ya me fuí, ya volví, ya fingí, ya mentí.
Y entre tantas falsedades muchas de mis mentiras ya son verdades
hice fácil adversidades, y me compliqué en las nimiedades.
Y oigo una voz que dice con razón
“Vos siempre cambiando, ya no cambiás más”
y yo estoy cada vez más igual
Ya no se que hacer conmigo.
Ya me hice un lifting me puse un piercing, fui a ver al Dream Team y no hubo feeling
me tatué al Che en una nalga, arriba de mami para que no se salga.
Ya me reí y me importó un bledo de cosas y gente que ahora me dan miedo.
Ayuné por causas al pedo, ya me empaché con pollo al spiedo.
Ya fui psicólogo, fui al teólogo, fui al astrólogo, fui al enólogo
ya fui alcoholico y fui lambeta, ya fui anonimo y ya hice dieta.
Ya lancé piedras y escupitajos, al lugar donde ahora trabajo
y mi legajo cuenta a destajo, que me porté bien y que armé relajo.
Y oigo una voz que dice sin razón
“Vos siempre cambiando, ya no cambiás más”
y yo estoy cada vez más igual
Ya no se que hacer conmigo.
Y oigo una voz que dice con razón
“Vos siempre cambiando, ya no cambiás más”
y yo estoy cada vez más igual
Ya no se que hacer conmigo.

Well I heard there was a secret chord
That David played, and it pleased the Lord
But you don’t really care for music, do ya?
Well it goes like this
The fourth, the fifth
The minor fall and the major lift
The baffled king composing Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah

Well Your faith was strong but you needed proof
You saw her bathing on the roof
Her beauty and the moonlight overthrew you
she tied you to her kitchen chair
And she broke your throne and she cut your hair
And from your lips she drew the Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah

Well baby I’ve been here before
I know this room and I’ve walked this floor
I used to live alone before I knew ya
I’ve seen your flag on the marble arch
Love is not a victory march
It’s a cold and it’s a broken Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah

Well there was a time when you let me know
What’s really going on below
But now you never show that to me do you?
And remember when I moved in you?
And the holy dove was moving too
And every breath we drew was Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah

Well maybe there’s a God above
But all I’ve ever learned from love
Was how to shoot somebody who’d OUT DREW YA
And it’s not a cry that you hear at night
It’s not somebody who’s seen the light
It’s a cold and it’s a broken Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah

Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah

Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah <<(held for a long time)
Hallelujah

Je n’ai pas peur de la route
Faudrait voir, faut qu’on y goûte
Des méandres au creux des reins
Et tout ira bien

Le vent l’emportera

Ton message à la grande ourse
Et la trajectoire de la course
A l’instantané de velours
Même s’il ne sert à rien

Le vent l’emportera
Tout disparaîtra
Le vent nous portera

La caresse et la mitraille
Cette plaie qui nous tiraille
Le palais des autres jours
D’hier et demain

Le vent les portera

Génétique en bandoulière
Des chromosomes dans l’atmosphère
Des taxis pour les galaxies
Et mon tapis volant lui

Le vent l’emportera
Tout disparaîtra
Le vent nous portera

Ce parfum de nos années mortes
Ceux qui peuvent frapper à ta porte
Infinité de destin
On en pose un, qu’est-ce qu’on en retient?

Le vent l’emportera

Pendant que la marée monte
Et que chacun refait ses comptes
J’emmène au creux de mon ombre
Des poussières de toi

Le vent les portera
Tout disparaîtra
Le vent nous portera

Ain’t got no home, ain’t got no shoes
Ain’t got no money, ain’t got no class
Ain’t got no skirts, ain’t got no sweater
Ain’t got no perfume, ain’t got no beer
Ain’t got no manAin’t got no mother, ain’t got no culture
Ain’t got no friends, ain’t got no schooling
Ain’t got no love, ain’t got no name
Ain’t got no ticket, ain’t got no token
Ain’t got no GodWhat about God?
Why am I alive anyway?
Yeah, what about God?
Nobody can take away

I got my hair, I got my head
I got my brains, I got my ears
I got my eyes, I got my nose
I got my mouth, I got my smile
I got my tongue, I got my chin
I got my neck, I got my boobs

I got my heart, I got my soul
I got my back, I got my sex
I got my arms, I got my hands
I got my fingers, Got my legs
I got my feet, I got my toes
I got my liver, Got my blood

I’ve got life , I’ve got my freedom
I’ve got the life

And I’m gonna keep it
I’ve got the life
And nobody’s gonna take it away
I’ve got the life

Spaced out in paradise
Honk tonk teclados verticais
Dada globe orixás
Hully gully guitarras palmeirais
Candomblé transcedental
Beatnick rastafari kanibal

Zoom navalha corta um globo
Lâmina luz olhar
Desenhando um poema
Corpo nu deusa lunar

Escarlates vendavais
Swing sopros flautas vertebrais
Vídeo zen cometa nô
Hulla hulla telecoteco tao
Carros cores calor noturno
Camisas abertas tatuagem suada
Eu quero tudo o que há no mundo
Pernas quentes morenas suadas

ouça aqui

M-o m-o-r m-o-r-n-i-n-g
M-o m-o-r m-o-r-n-i-n-g
M-o m-o-r m-o-r-n-i-n-g
M-o m-o-r m-o-r-n-i-n-g-w-o-o-d

If you rock’n'roll
Disco
Heavy Metal Angel
Come on everybody
To the nth degree

The four of us
The royal we
He bangs the drum
She’s vip
He’s never done
Got OCD
Our love is
To the nth degree

Oh-oh Here we go
Turn up the radio
Come on everybody
To the nth degree

If you rock’n'roll
Disco
Heavy Metal Angel
Come on everybody
To the nth degree

And I’ve got my family
And one big bed is all we need
With morningwood

Oh-oh Here we go
Turn up the radio
Come on everybody
To the nth degree

If you rock’n'roll
Disco
Heavy Metal Angel
Come on everybody
To the nth degree

M-o m-o-r m-o-r-n-i-n-g-w-o-o-d
Allright
M-o m-o-r m-o-r-n-i-n-g-w-o-o-d
A little louder
M-o m-o-r m-o-r-n-i-n-g-w-o-o-d
And harder!
M-o m-o-r m-o-r-n-i-n-g-w-o-o-d
Let’s go!

Oh-oh here we go
Turn up the radio
Come on everybody
To the nth degree

If you rock’n'roll
Disco
Heavy Metal Angel
Come on everybody
To the nth degree

Oh-oh here we go
Turn up the radio
Come on everybody
To the nth degree

If you rock’n'roll
Disco
Heavy Metal Angel
Come on everybody
To the nth degree

M-o m-o-r m-o-r-n-i-n-g-w-o-o-d
To the nth degree!

M-o m-o-r m-o-r-n-i-n-g-w-o-o-d
To the nth degree!

M-o m-o-r m-o-r-n-i-n-g-w-o-o-d
Come on everybody

M-o m-o-r m-o-r-n-i-n-g-w-o-o-d
To the nth degree!

Composição: Tom Jobim / Vinícius de Moraes

Sem você
Sem amor
É tudo sofrimento
Pois você
É o amor
Que eu sempre procurei em vão
Você é o que resiste
Ao desespero
E à solidão
Nada existe
E o tempo é triste
Sem você
Meu amor
Meu amor
Nunca te ausentes de mim
Para que eu viva em paz
Para que eu não sofra mais
Tanta mágoa assim
No mundo sem você

Chico Buarque - Olê, Olá
Chico Buarque

Não chore ainda não
Que eu tenho um violão
E nós vamos cantar
Felicidade aqui
Pode passar e ouvir
E se ela for de samba
Há de querer ficar

Seu padre, toca o sino
Que é pra todo mundo saber
Que a noite é criança
Que o samba é menino
Que a dor é tão velha
Que pode morrer
Olê olê olê olá
Tem samba de sobra
Quem sabe sambar
Que entre na roda
Que mostre o gingado
Mas muito cuidado
Não vale chorar

Não chore ainda não
Que eu tenho uma razão
Pra você não chorar
Amiga me perdoa
Se eu insisto à toa
Mas a vida é boa
Para quem cantar

Meu pinho, toca forte
Que é pra todo mundo acordar
Não fale da vida
Nem fale da morte
Tem dó da menina
Não deixa chorar
Olê olê olê olá
Tem samba de sobra
Quem sabe sambar
Que entre na roda
Que mostre o gingado
Mas muito cuidado
Não vale chorar

Não chore ainda não
Que eu tenho a impressão
Que o samba vem aí
E um samba tão imenso
Que eu às vezes penso
Que o próprio tempo
Vai parar pra ouvir

Luar, espere um pouco
Que é pro meu samba poder chegar
Eu sei que o violão
Está fraco, está rouco
Mas a minha voz
Não cansou de chamar
Olê olê olê olá
Tem samba de sobra
Ninguém quer sambar
Não há mais quem cante
Nem há mais lugar
O sol chegou antes
Do samba chegar
Quem passa nem liga
Já vai trabalhar
E você, minha amiga
Já pode chorar

(Shake it up)

I never loved nobody fully
Always one foot on the ground
And by protecting my heart truly
I got lost in the sounds
I hear in my mind
All these voices
I hear in my mind all these words
I hear in my mind all this music

And it breaks my heart
And it breaks my heart
And it breaks my heart
It breaks my heart

And suppose I never ever met you
Suppose we never fell in love
Suppose I never ever let you kiss me so sweet and so
soft
Suppose I never ever saw you
Suppose we never ever called
Suppose I kept on singing love songs just to break my
own fall
Just to break my fall
Just to break my fall
Break my fall
Break my fall

All my friends say that of course its gonna get better

Gonna get better
Better better better better
Better better better

I never love nobody fully
Always one foot on the ground
And by protecting by heart truly
I got lost
In the sounds
I hear in my mind
All these voices
I hear in my mind all these words
I hear in my mind
All this music
And it breaks my heart
It breaks my heart
Breaks my
Heart
Breaks my heart

I hear in my mind
All these voices
I hear in my mind all these words
I hear in my mind
All this music
And it breaks my heart
It breaks my heart
Breaks my
Heart
Breaks my heart
and it breaks my heart
it breaks my heart
and it breaks my heart
and it breaks my heart

Composição: Flávio Murrah

agora eu sei
o ponto em que cheguei
certas pessoas me assustam
não pelas rugas
que se espalham no rosto
mas os anos se passaram
os anos se passaram
e elas nada entenderam
e continuam pintando
os seus cabelos
o tempo é outro
e as esperanças ficaram
dentro do quarto
ou na lâmina de uma gilete

tão breves
tão distantes
os beijos do mundo
eternos hesitantes

fingidos pelo mundo agora eu sei o ponto
em que cheguei
certas pessoas me acusam
só pelo uso que faço do corpo
mas os olhos se fecharam
os mesmos olhos
que choram os mortos
use melhor as suas lágrimas
com esse mundo que te rodeia
ou com a dor do teu ofício
ou a dor do sacrifício

tão breves
tão distantes
os beijos do mundo
eternos hesitantes
fingidos pelo mundo

ouça aqui

Carlos Lyra - Chico Buarque

Foi ela que me convidou
Fui eu que não soube chegar
Foi ela que me maltratou
Fui eu que não soube chorar
Andei sete léguas de amor
Chorei sete litros de mar
Mas ela não se saciou
Mas ela não soube esperar
Foi ela que me condenou
Sou eu que vou lhe perdoar
Foi ela que tanto pecou
Sou eu que vou me confessar
Foi ela que se ajoelhou
Sou eu que vou ter que rezar
Foi ela que me arruinou
Sou eu que vou ter que pagar
Foi ela que me incendiou
É fogo na roupa contar
É mais uma história de amor
Que outro me tome o lugar
Não está mais aqui quem chorou
Um outro que venha chorar
É mais uma história vulgar
Mas se ela bater faz entrar
É mais uma história de amor
Mas se ela chamar diz que eu vou
Correr sete léguas de amor
Beber sete litros de mar
Pra ela dizer que acabou
Pra ela dizer que acabou
Pra ela dizer que não está
Pra ela dizer que não está

ouça aqui

Oh Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head
And as I climb into an empty bed
Oh well. Enough said.
I know it’s over - still I cling
I don’t know where else I can go
Oh …
Oh Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head
See, the sea wants to take me
The knife wants to slit me
Do you think you can help me ?
Sad veiled bride, please be happy
Handsome groom, give her room
Loud, loutish lover, treat her kindly
(Though she needs you
More than she loves you)
And I know it’s over - still I cling
I don’t know where else I can go
Over and over and over and over
Over and over, la …
I know it’s over
And it never really began
But in my heart it was so real
And you even spoke to me, and said :
“If you’re so funny
Then why are you on your own tonight ?
And if you’re so clever
Then why are you on your own tonight ?
If you’re so very entertaining
Then why are you on your own tonight ?
If you’re so very good-looking
Why do you sleep alone tonight ?
I know …
‘Cause tonight is just like any other night
That’s why you’re on your own tonight
With your triumphs and your charms
While they’re in each other’s arms…”
It’s so easy to laugh
It’s so easy to hate
It takes strength to be gentle and kind
Over, over, over, over
It’s so easy to laugh
It’s so easy to hate
It takes guts to be gentle and kind
Over, over
Love is Natural and Real
But not for you, my love
Not tonight, my love
Love is Natural and Real
But not for such as you and I, my love
Oh Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head
Oh Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head
Oh Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head
Oh Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my …
Oh Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head
Oh Mother, I can even feel the soil falling over my head
Oh Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head
Oh Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my …

Try not to get worried
Try not to turn on to
Problems that upset you
oh Don’t you know
Everything’s alright
Yes everything’s fine
And we want you to sleep well tonight
Let the world turn without you tonight
If we try
We’ll get by
So forget all about us tonightEverything’s all right
Yes everything’s all right yesSleep and I shall soothe you
Calm you and anoint you
Myrrh for your hot forehead
oh Then you’ll feel
Everything’s all right
Yes everything’s fine
And it’s cool and the ointment’s sweet
For the fire in your head and feet
Close your eyes
Close your eyes
And relax
Think of nothing tonight

Everything’s all right
Yes everything’s all right yes

Woman your fine ointment
Brand new and expensive
Should have been saved for the poor
Why has it been wasted?
We could have raised maybe
Three hundred silver pieces or more
People who are hungry
People who are starving
Matter more
Than your feet and hair

Try not to get worried
Try not to turn on to
Problems that upset you
oh Don’t you know
And we want you to sleep well tonight
Let the world turn without you tonight
If we try
We’ll get by
So forget all about us tonight

Everything’s all right
Yes everything’s all right yes

Surely you’re not saying
We have the resources
To save the poor from their lot?
There will be poor always
Pathetically struggling
Look at the good things you’ve got!
Think while you still have me
Move while you still see me
You’ll be lost
You’ll be so sorry
When I’m gone

Sleep and I shall soothe you
Calm you and anoint you
Myrrh for your hot forehead
oh then you’ll feel
Everything’s alright
Yes everything’s fine
And it’s cool and the ointment’s sweet
For the fire in your head and feet
Close your eyes
Close your eyes
And relax
Think of nothing tonight

Close your eyes
Alose your eyes
And relax
Think of nothing

Everything’s all right
Yes everything’s all right yes

My eyes are
A baptism
Oh I am filth
And sing her
To my face
Oh phantom elusive thing oh,

All flowers in time bend towards the sun
I know you say that there’s no-one for you
But here is one,
All flowers in time bend towards the sun
I know you say that there’s no-one for you
But here is one, here is one… here is one

Aah, ooh…
One that can never be known
Either all drunk with the world at her feet
Or sober with no place to go

All flowers in time bend towards the sun
I know you say that there’s no-one for you
But here is one,
All flowers in time bend towards the sun
I know you say that there’s no-one for you
But here is one, here is one… here is one

Aah, ooh…
We could go
We can travel round
Fading farther from me
With your face in my window call

When will you weep for me
Sweet willow

It’s ok to be angry
But not to hurt me
Your happiness, yes, yes, yes
Darling, darling,
Oooh…

All flowers in time bend towards the sun
I know you say that there’s no-one for you
But here is one,
All flowers in time bend towards the sun
I know you say that there’s no-one for you
But here is one, here is one… here is one

–

ouça aqui

Al Yankovic - Don’t Download This Song

Once in a while maybe you will feel the urge
To break international copyright law
By downloading MP3s from file-sharing sites
Like Morpheus or Grokster or Limewire or KaZaA

But deep in your heart you know the guilt would drive you mad
And the shame would leave a permanent scar
‘Cause you start out stealing songs and then you’re robbing liquor stores
And sellin’ crack and runnin’ over school kids with your car

So don’t download this song
The record store’s where you belong
Go and buy the CD like you know that you should
Oh, don’t download this song

Oh, you don’t wanna mess with the R-I-double-A
They’ll sue you if you burn that CD-R
It doesn’t matter if you’re a grandma or a seven year old girl
They’ll treat you like the evil hard-bitten criminal scum you are

So don’t download this song
Don’t go pirating music all day long
Go and buy the CD like you know that you should
Oh, don’t download this song

Don’t take away money from artists just like me
How else can I afford another solid gold Hum-Vee
And diamond-studded swimming pools
These things don’t grow on trees
So all I ask is, “Everybody, please…”

Don’t donwload this song (Don’t do it, no, no)
Even Lars Ulrich knows it’s wrong (You can just ask him)
Go and buy the CD like you know that you should (You really should)
Oh, don’t download this song

Don’t donwload this song (Oh please, don’t you do it)
Or you might wind up in jail like Tommy Chong (Remember Tommy)
Go and buy the CD (Right now) like you know that you should (Go out and buy it)
Oh, don’t download this song

Don’t download this song (No, no, no, no, no, no)
You’ll burn in hell before too long (and you’ll deserve it)
Go and buy the CD (Just buy it) like you know that you should (You cheap bastard)
Oh, don’t download this song