# CCCXXIV- Melancolia

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[Porto, Set'09]

Parece que o Verão já se vai despedindo. Nestes tempos de transições (em boa verdade, acho que em todos as alturas!) cai-me bem deixar o olhar pousado no horizonte, embalado por uma voz suave que vai desfiando histórias de solidões da estrada, de amores sofridos, de ressacas e redenções. De estados de espírito que mergulham em realidades existenciais.

Nestes momentos, acontece recorrer ao REPLAY, quando tropeço em canções como a que hoje deixo em partilha.

STEPHEN SIMMONS : A MAN WALKS INTO A BAR


You’d think that girl was happy there
Damn near all time I swear
Those big brown eyes and that smile
Can light up this town for half a mile

But when she lets her guard down
Her worn out cheeks turn into a frown
Stares off in the distance so dissatisfied
Where her mind’s been the whole damn time

Chorus:
Have you ever heard the one?
Where a man walks into a bar
Picks up a girl and falls in love
Like the dog that finally caught that car

At times she seems to laugh
Oh as if it never gets that bad
Oh you’d think that something was wrong
If she didn’t look happy for long

It’s a sound she makes with her mouth
To imitate the sound
She tries to sell as a laugh
But it’s feigned and with a hint of sad

[Chorus]

Don’t she know we don’t believe her
Maybe so but she seems convinced she’s a good deceiver
Oh I can’t lie
Sometimes it hurts when she cries
That’s how my baby gets by

[Chorus]

# CCCXXIII- When S turns to Z

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[Santo Tirso, 12 de Setembro de 2009]

O lugar é idílico. Uma propriedade com 150 hectares, inserida num vale estonteantemente belo.

Se a isto juntarmos a nossa música portuguesa e Tereza Salgueiro acompanhada por António Chainho e Fernando Alvim temos os ingredientes ideais para vivermos, na primeira pessoa, um Sonho de uma Noite de Verão.

Assim foi.

E percebo a necessidade de, sem o negar, romper com um passado, tentar a afirmação de um projecto distinto e que se vive no presente. Um S por um Z, imbui-se de um significado muito próprio e não tão evidente assim.

[Isn't she beautiful? - 12/09/2009]

#CCCXXII - Fantasmas

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[Março'09]



Como que actores, de um palco só nosso, numa rotina dolorosa acolhemos os fantasmas do passado que se instalaram naquela, ainda dolorosa, pergunta : Where did I go wrong?




Live : Ghost


Everybody has a ghost.
Everybody has a ghost who sings like you do.
Yours is not like mine,
It's alright, keep it up.

Boy looses rib in New Orleans.
He can't help eyein' up the whores
Under the Bridge.

Boy loses rib and lets a hellified
Cry into the dark:
Where did I go wrong?

Where did I go wrong?
I never need this before.
I need a woman
To help me feel.

Everybody has the dream.
Everybody has the dream like a world tattoo.
Yours is not like mine,
It's alright, keep it up.

The scalpel dives into the skin.
Good doctors never leave a scar;
No proof again.

I'll take the Myth,
You take the blood;
It's all the same to the world dreamer:
It's all the same in the end.

Where did I go wrong?
I never need this before.
I need a woman
To help me feel.

Everybody has a ghost.
Everybody has a ghost who sings like you.
Yours is not like mine,
It's alright, keep it up.

Boy loses rib in New Orleans
He trades some Ether for a chance
Under the bridge.

Boy loses rib as he's summoned to the mud,
Flat on his back,
Cryin' where did I go wrong?!

Where did I go wrong?
I never need this before.
I need a woman
To help me feel.

# CCCXXI - Adeus

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Chris Connor, uma voz única no panorama do "Female Vocal Jazz".

Uma das minhas favoritas... ficam as suas interpretações. Um ouvir obrigatório!

# CCCXX - Viste como o céu está diferente, hoje?

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David Bowie The Rise & Fall of Ziggy Stardust & The Spiders From Mars


Ground control to major Tom
Ground control to major Tom
Take your protein pills and put your helmet on

Ground control to major Tom
Commencing countdown, engines on
Check ignition and may God's love be with you

Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five,
Four, three, two, one, liftoff

This is ground control to major Tom
You've really made the grade
And the papers want to know whose shirts you wear
Now it's time to leave the capsule if you dare

This is major Tom to ground control
I'm stepping through the door
And I'm floating in a most peculiar way
And the stars look very different today

For here
Am I sitting in a tin can
Far above the world
Planet earth is blue
And theres nothing I can do

Though I'm past one hundred thousand miles
I'm feeling very still
And I think my spaceship knows which way to go
Tell me wife I love her very much she knows

Ground control to major Tom
Your circuit's dead, there's something wrong
Can you hear me, major Tom?
Can you hear me, major Tom?
Can you hear me, major Tom?
Can you....

Here am I floating round my tin can
Far above the moon
Planet earth is blue
And theres nothing I can do.