Windy City

  • Postado por Ran

We came to big city, from our little country town
And every step he takes with you, is down
And you're as cold and heartless, as your chilling winds that blow
Before you freeze his heart, please let him go

Windy City; you're haunting my baby
With your bright lights and your avenues so wild
Windy City; turn loose of my baby
If you don't give him back, I'll lose my mind

At night I walk your sidewalks, and look in every bar
I love him even though, he's gone too far
Your swinging doors stay open, just to keep him from my side
And I'm on your lonely streets, again tonight

Windy City; you're haunting my baby
With your bright lights and your avenues so wild
Windy City; turn loose of my baby
And if you don't give him back, I'll lose my mind
If you don't give him back, I'll lose my mind...

Writen by P. Goble, B. Osborne (The Osborne Brothers)

No longer riding on the merry-go-round

  • Postado por Ran

People say I'm crazy doing what I'm doing
Well they give me all kinds of warnings to save me from ruin
When I say that I'm o.k. they look at me kind of strange
Surely you're not happy now you no longer play the game

People say I'm lazy dreaming my life away
Well they give me all kinds of advice designed to enlighten me
When I tell that I'm doing Fine watching shadows on the wall
Don't you miss the big time boy you're no longer on the ball?

I'm just sitting here watching the wheels go round and round
I really love to watch them roll
No longer riding on the merry-go-round
I just had to let it go

People asking questions lost in confusion
Well I tell them there's no problem
Only solutions
Well they shake their heads and they look at me as if I've lost my mind
I tell them there's no hurry...
I'm just sitting here doing time

I'm just sitting here watching the wheels go round and round
I really love to watch them roll
No longer riding on the merry-go-round
I just had to let it go

quante miserie conobbi

  • Postado por Ran

Vissi d'arte, vissi d'amore,
non feci mai male ad anima viva!...
Con man furtiva
quante miserie conobbi, aiutai...
Sempre con fé sincera,
la mia preghiera
ai santi tabernacoli salì.
Sempre con fé sincera
diedi fiori agli altar.
Nell'ora del dolore perché,
perché Signore, perché
me ne rimuneri così?...
Diedi gioielli
della Madonna al manto,
e diedi il canto agli astri,
al ciel, che ne ridean più belli.
Nell'ora del dolore perché,
perché, Signore,
perché me ne rimuneri così?
Vedi,
le man giunte io stendo a te!
Ecco, vedi, e mercé d'un tuo detto,
vinta, aspetto...

Vissi d'arte - Angela Gheorghiu (soprano) - Tosca, opera by Giacomo Puccini

1000 Oceans

  • Postado por Ran

These tears I've cried
I've cried 1000 oceans
And if it seems
I'm floating in the darkness
Well, I can't believe that I would keep
Keep you from flying
And I would cry 1000 more
If that's what it takes
To sail you home
Sail you home
Sail you home

I'm aware what the rules are
But you know that I will run
You know that I will follow you
Over silbury hill
Through the solar field
You know that I will follow you

And if I find you
Will you still remeber
Playing at trains
Or does this litte blue ball
Just fade away
Over silbury hill
Through the solar field
You know that I will follow you
I'm aware what the rules are
But you know that I will run
You know that I will follow you

These tears I've cried
I've cried 1000 oceans
And if it seems
I'm floating in the darkness
Well I can't believe that I would keep
Keep you from flying
So I will cry 1000 more
If that's what it takes
To sail you home
Sail you home
Sail you home
Sail
Sail you home

Written by Tori Amos

Just another day in paradise

  • Postado por Ran

She calls out to the man on the street
'Sir, can you help me?
It's cold and I've nowhere to sleep,
Is there somewhere you can tell me?'

He walks on, doesn't look back
He pretends he can't hear her
Starts to whistle as he crosses the street
Seems embarrassed to be there

Oh think twice, it's another day for you and me in paradise
Oh think twice, 'cause it's just another day for you,
You and me in paradise, think about it

She calls out to the man on the street
He can see she's been crying
She's got blisters on the soles of her feet
She can't walk but she's trying

Oh think twice, 'cause it's another day for you and me in paradise
Oh think twice, it's just another day for you,
You and me in paradise, think about it

Oh Lord, is there nothing more anybody can do
Oh Lord, there must be something you can say

You can tell from the lines on her face
You can see that she's been there
Probably been moved on from every place
Cause she didn't fit in there

Oh think twice, 'cause another day for you and me in paradise
Oh think twice, it's just another day for you,
You and me in paradise, just think about it, think about it

It's just another day for you and me in paradise
It's just another day for you and me in paradise, paradise
It's just another day for you and me in paradise
It's just another day for you and me in paradise, paradise
It's just another day for you and me
It's just another day for you and me
It's just another day for you and me in paradise
In paradise

Written by Phillip David Charles Collins, Willie Norwood

This is not a round trip

  • Postado por Ran

For what lies ahead is a remarkable but wearisome  journey; you are boarding today, as it were, a runaway train. No one can tell you what lies ahead, least of all those who remain behind. One thing, however, they can assure you of is that it’s not a round trip. Try, therefore, to derive some comfort from the notion that no matter how unpalatable  this or that station may turn out ot be, the train doesn’t stop there for good. Therefore, you are never stuck – not even when you feel you are; for this place today becomes your past. From now on, it will only be receding  for you, for that train is in constant motion. It will be receding for you even when you feel that you are stuck… So take one last look at it, while it is still its normal size, while it is not yet a photograph. Look at it with all the tenderness you can muster , for you are looking at your past. Exact, as it were , the full look at the best.  For I doubt you’ll have it better than here.

Joseph Brodsky, On Grief and Reason ("In Praise of Boredom") – Essays, pp. 104-113

Take Me Home, Country Roads

  • Postado por Ran

Claire Messud

  • Postado por Ran

"There’s so much of life to get through after you realize that none of your dreams will come true."

"Rage at life and rage for life are very closely linked."

"It was supposed to say ‘Great Artist’ on my tombstone, but if I died right now it would say ‘such a good teacher/daughter/friend’ instead; and what I really want to shout, and want in big letters on that grave, too, is [EXPLETIVE] YOU ALL," Nora, from "The Woman Upstairs" by Claire Messud

Acceptable, respectable, oh presentable, a vegetable!

  • Postado por Ran

When I was young, it seemed that life was so wonderful,
A miracle, oh it was beautiful, magical
And all the birds in the trees, well they'd be singing so happily,
Oh joyfully, playfully watching me
But then they send me away to teach me how to be sensible,
Logical, oh responsible, practical
And they showed me a world where I could be so dependable,
Oh clinical, oh intellectual, cynical

There are times when all the world's asleep,
The questions run too deep
For such a simple man
Won't you please, please tell me what we've learned
I know it sounds absurd
Please tell me who I am

I said, watch what you say or they'll be calling you a radical,
Liberal, oh fanatical, criminal
Won't you sign up your name, we'd like to feel you're Acceptable
Respectable, oh presentable, a vegetable!
Oh, take it take it yeah

But at night, when all the world's asleep,
The questions run so deep
For such a simple man
Won't you please tell me what we've learned
I know it sounds absurd
Please tell me who I am, who I am, who I am, who I am
'Cause I was feeling so logical
D-d-digital
One, two, three, five
Oh, oh, oh, oh
It's getting unbelievable

Written by Richard Davies and Roger Hodgson

Nos barracos da cidade

  • Postado por Ran

Crítica à desigualdade econômica no Brasil, esta música foi lançada em 1985, época de privação e soturnez do militarismo no Brasil, do João Figueiredo, com inflação na faixa de 200% ao ano e dívida externa explodindo.

Nos barracos da cidade
Ninguém mais tem ilusão
No poder da autoridade
De tomar a decisão
E o poder da autoridade, se pode, não faz questão
Mas se faz questão, não
Consegue
Enfrentar o tubarão

Ôôô , ôô
Gente estúpida
Ôôô , ôô
Gente hipócrita

E o governador promete,
Mas o sistema diz não
Os lucros são muito grandes,
Grandes... ie, ie
E ninguém quer abrir mão, não
Mesmo uma pequena parte
Já seria a solução
Mas a usura dessa gente
Já virou um aleijão

Ôôô , ôô
Gente estúpida
Ôôô , ôô
Gente hipócrita

Ôôô , ôô
Gente estúpida
Ôôô , ôô
Gente hipócrita
Ôôô , ôô
Gente estúpida
Ôôô , ôô
Gente hipócrita


Writen by Gilberto Gil and Liminha