29 Julho 2008
22 Julho 2008
Muito para além da música
Posted by
Carlos Malmoro
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19 Julho 2008
É hoje, é hoje
Se procuram na música de Leonard Cohen ritmos exuberantes, guitarras com tecnicismos dos brinca-na-areia ou um músico que se limita a fazer bem um estilo, esqueçam-no. A música de Cohen não se compadece com tais perfeições. A música dele é imperfeita. Como a vida.
As letras de Cohen não são letras. São poemas dos mais perfeitos alguma vez feitos. Falam de amor, de morte, de política, de depressão, de alegria, da crença, de ser. Mais do que falar, os poemas de Cohen são tudo isso. E tudo isso é apenas a vida no que de mais profundo tem para oferecer ao ser humano.
Bem-vindo, Mr Cohen. Obrigado por esta última oportunidade. E, logo à noite, vamos deixar a sua Sabedoria entrar nas nossas almas. Uma vez mais.
PS: Parece que por aqui quiseram fazer uma "guerra" ou um "derby" entre o que era melhor: Lou Reed ou Cohen. Como se não fossem os dois gigantes. Como se fossem Sporting e Benfica. Vejam-nos aí em cima, na cerimónia de entrada do cantor canadiano para o Rock and Roll Hall of Fame. Cohen a dizer que é fã de Reed desde sempre e Reed a dizer que é uma sorte estar vivo ao mesmo tempo que Cohen. Por vezes somos mesmo muito pequenos.
18 Julho 2008
1 ("there´s not enough soul left in the world to write another song like this")
Para S.
Dance me to your beauty with a burning violin
Dance me through the panic 'til I'm gathered safely in
Lift me like an olive branch and be my homeward dove
Dance me to the end of love
Dance me to the end of love
Oh let me see your beauty when the witnesses are gone
Let me feel you moving like they do in Babylon
Show me slowly what I only know the limits of
Dance me to the end of love
Dance me to the end of love
Dance me to the wedding now, dance me on and on
Dance me very tenderly and dance me very long
We're both of us beneath our love, we're both of us above
Dance me to the end of love
Dance me to the end of love
Dance me to the children who are asking to be born
Dance me through the curtains that our kisses have outworn
Raise a tent of shelter now, though every thread is torn
Dance me to the end of love
Dance me to your beauty with a burning violin
Dance me through the panic till I'm gathered safely in
Touch me with your naked hand or touch me with your glove
Dance me to the end of love
Dance me to the end of love
Dance me to the end of love
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Carlos Malmoro
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Labels: É amanhã
17 Julho 2008
2
If you want a lover
Ill do anything you ask me to
And if you want another kind of love
Ill wear a mask for you
If you want a partner
Take my hand
Or if you want to strike me down in anger
Here I stand
Im your man
If you want a boxer
I will step into the ring for you
And if you want a doctor
Ill examine every inch of you
If you want a driver
Climb inside
Or if you want to take me for a ride
You know you can
Im your man
Ah, the moons too bright
The chains too tight
The beast wont go to sleep
Ive been running through these promises to you
That I made and I could not keep
Ah but a man never got a woman back
Not by begging on his knees
Or Id crawl to you baby
And Id fall at your feet
And Id howl at your beauty
Like a dog in heat
And Id claw at your heart
And Id tear at your sheet
Id say please, please
Im your man
(...)
Carlos Malmoro
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16 Julho 2008
3
Well my friends are gone and my hair is grey
I ache in the places where I used to play
And Im crazy for love but Im not coming on
Im just paying my rent every day
Oh in the tower of song
I said to hank williams: how lonely does it get?
Hank williams hasnt answered yet
But I hear him coughing all night long
A hundred floors above me
In the tower of song
I was born like this, I had no choice
I was born with the gift of a golden voice
And twenty-seven angels from the great beyond
They tied me to this table right here
In the tower of song
So you can stick your little pins in that voodoo doll
Im very sorry, baby, doesnt look like me at all
Im standing by the window where the light is strong
Ah they dont let a woman kill you
Not in the tower of song
Now you can say that Ive grown bitter but of this you may be sure
The rich have got their channels in the bedrooms of the poor
And theres a mighty judgement coming, but I may be wrong
You see, you hear these funny voices
In the tower of song
(...)
Carlos Malmoro
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Carlos Malmoro
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Labels: Tower of song
4
Everybody knows that the dice are loaded
Everybody rolls with their fingers crossed
Everybody knows that the war is over
Everybody knows the good guys lost
Everybody knows the fight was fixed
The poor stay poor, the rich get rich
That's how it goes
Everybody knows
Everybody knows that the boat is leaking
Everybody knows that the captain lied
Everybody got this broken feeling
Like their father or their dog just died
Everybody talking to their pockets
Everybody wants a box of chocolates
And a long stem rose
Everybody knows
Everybody knows that you love me baby
Everybody knows that you really do
Everybody knows that you've been faithful
Ah give or take a night or two
Everybody knows you've been discreet
But there were so many people you just had to meet
Without your clothes
And everybody knows
Everybody knows, everybody knows
That's how it goes
Everybody knows
....
Carlos Malmoro
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14 Julho 2008
5
The birds they sang
at the break of day
Start again
I heard them say
Don't dwell on what has passed away
or what is yet to be.
Ah the wars they will be fought again
The holy dove She will be caught again
bought and sold and bought again
the dove is never free.
Ring the bells that still can ring
Forget your perfect offering
There is a crack in everything
That's how the light gets in.
We asked for signs the signs were sent:
the birth betrayed the marriage spent
Yeah the widowhood of every government -
- signs for all to see.
I can't run no more with that lawless crowd
while the killers in high places say their prayers out loud.
But they've summoned, they've summoned up a thundercloud
and they're going to hear from me.
Ring the bells that still can ring ...
You can add up the parts but you won't have the sum
You can strike up the march, there is no drum
Every heart, every heart to love will come
but like a refugee.
Carlos Malmoro
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Labels: Anthem
13 Julho 2008
6
Baby, I've been waiting,
I've been waiting night and day.
I didn't see the time,
I waited half my life away.
There were lots of invitations
and I know you sent me some,
but I was waiting for the miracle,
for the miracle to come.
I know you really loved me.
but, you see, my hands were tied.
I know it must have hurt you,
it must have hurt your pride
to have to stand beneath my window
with your bugle and your drum,
and me I'm up there waiting for the miracle, for the miracle to come.
Ah I don't believe you'd like it,
You wouldn't like it here.
There ain't no entertainment
and the judgements are severe.
The Maestro says it's Mozart
but it sounds like bubble gum
when you're waiting for the miracle, for the miracle to come.
Carlos Malmoro
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