Tempo

O Tempo.
Sempre o Tempo…

Uma Questão de Tempo“, Rádio Macau, álbum “Onde o Tempo Faz a Curva”,2000.
Uma pérola.

“Downtown Lights”

“Downtown Lights”, The Blue Nile, álbum “Hats”, 1989.
(Mais tarde repescado pela Annie Lennox no álbum “Medusa”, 1995)

 

“DOWNTOWN LIGHTS”

Sometimes I walk away
When all I really wanna do
Is love and hold you right
There is just one thing I can say
Nobody loves you this way
It’s alright
Can’t you see?
The downtown lights

In love we’re all the same
We’re walking down an empty street
And with nobody, call your name
Empty streets, empty nights
The downtown lights

How do I know you feel it?
How do I know you feel it?
How do I know you feel it?
How do I know it’s true?

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, it’s alright

Tonight and every night
Let’s go walking down this empty street
Let’s walk in the cool evening light
Wrong or right
Be at my side
The downtown lights

It will be alright
It will be alright
The downtown lights
Yeah, yeah

How do I know you feel it?
How do I know you feel it?
How do I know you feel it?
How do I know it’s true?

It’s alright
It’s alright
The downtown lights

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Com dedicatória ao Deltóide, que deve andar por aí...]

“What Else Is There?”

“What Else Is There?”, Royksopp (com Karin Dreijer), álbum “The Understanding”.Mais Acções

It was me on that road
But you couldn’t see me
Too many lights out, but nowhere near here

It was me on that road
Still you couldn’t see me
And then flashlights and explosions

Roads end getting nearer
We cover distance but not together

I am the storm I am the wonder
And the flashlights nightmares
And sudden explosions

I don’t know what more to ask for
I was given just one wish

It’s about you and the sun
A morning run
The story of my maker
What I have and what I ache for

I’ve got a golden ear
I cut and I spear
And what else is there

Roads and getting nearer
We cover distance still not together

If I am the storm if I am the wonder
Will I have a flashlights nightmares
And sudden explosions

I don’t know what more to ask for
I was given just one wish

Roads and getting nearer
We cover distance but not together

I am the storm and I am the wonder
And the flashlights nightmares
And sudden explosions

There’s no room where I can go and
You’ve got secrets too

I don’t know what more to ask for
I was given just one wish

Ao Longe

Ao longe no espaço e no tempo a música surgiu. E uma possibilidade de comunicar de ainda hoje nos socorremos com sucesso.

Da Bulgária profunda… Uma canção, um clip em que a acronia passa por nós. (*)

(* É normal que não encontrem “acronia” no dicionário lá de casa. É que foi inventada agora – ainda está quentinha.)

Uma Hiper-Balada

(A verdade é que focado no último post esta música não me saía da cabeça. Por razões que percebo. E não lhe tendo achado espaço, aqui fica, ainda melhor, com espaço próprio e devido. )

Uma estranha balada – de amor?
Uma estranho hino – à vida?
Vida estranha e complexa e a possibilidade de cantá-la…

Hyper Ballad; Björk, do álbum Post, 1995.

We live on a mountain
Right at the top
There’s a beautiful view
From the top of the mountain
Every morning i walk towards the edge
And throw little things off
Like:
Car-parts, bottles and cutlery
Or whatever i find lying around

It’s become a habit
A way
To start the day

I go through this
Before you wake up
So i can feel happier
To be safe up here with you

– bis –

It’s real early morning
No-one is awake
I’m back at my cliff
Still throwing things off
I listen to the sounds they make
On their way down
I follow with my eyes ’til they crash
Imagine what my body would sound like
Slamming against those rocks

And when it lands
Will my eyes
Be closed or open?

I’ll go through all this
Before you wake up
So i can feel happier
To be safe up here with you

- bis -                                                    [Com uma piscadela de olho ao MIP]

"Slave to the Rythm"

Uma das melhores canções de sempre.
Um dos melhores clips de sempre…

[Não fosse sempre tão superlativa a nossa opinião das coisas…]

…Hoje tornado impossível pelo Politicamente Correcto, que nos envenena: “Ai que horror, falar de pretos e brancos!“, “Ai que horror, tanta nudez!“, “Ai que horror, uma criancinha explorada!“.

Como somos hoje – mais – puros e fúteis…

Grace Jones e uma overdose de 80’s.

Apreciem.

Rhythm is both the song’s manical and it”s demonic charge.
It is the original breath , it is the whisper of unremitting demand.
What do you still want to be said of the singer?

Ladies and gentlemen, miss Grace Jones:
Slave to the Rythm.

I’m just playin’ around, baby……

Work all day,
as men who know
wheels must turn
to keep the flow.

Build on up,
don’t break the chain,
sparks will fly
when the whistle blows.

Never stop the action,
keep it up, keep it up.

Never stop the action,
keep it up.

Work to the rhythm,
live to the rhythm,
love to the rhythm,
slave to the rhythm.

Axe to wood,
in ancient time.
Man machine,
power line.

Fire burns,
hearts beat strong.
Sing out loud
the chain gang song.

Never stop the action,
keep it up, keep it up.

Never stop the action,
keep it up.

Breath to the rhythm,
dance to the rhythm,
work to the rhythm,
live to the rhythm.
Love to the rhythm,
you slave to the rhythm.

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Mais Ausente

A caminho de férias, ficar ainda mais ausente.

Ausente da ausência.
Numa pausa na pausa.

Sempre Ausente“, do António Variações – Anjo da Guarda; 1983.
Porque há coisas simples muito bonitas.

Apreciem. Muito. Tudo.