Showing posts with label Music. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Music. Show all posts
A Gente Que Não Lê
Rui Veloso- A Gente Não Lê
Ai senhor das furnasQue escuro vai dentro de nós
Rezar o terço ao fim da tardeSó para espantar a solidãoRogar a deus que nos guardeConfiar-lhe o destino na mão
Que adianta saber as marésOs frutos e as sementeirasTratar por tu os ofíciosEntender o suão e os animaisFalar o dialecto da terraConhecer-lhe o corpo pelos sinais
E do resto entender malSoletrar assinar em cruzNão ver os vultos furtivosQue nos tramam por trás da luz
Ai senhor das furnasQue escuro vai dentro de nósA gente morre logo ao nascerCom olhos rasos de lezítiaDe boca em boca passar o saberCom os provérbios que ficam na gíria
De que nos vale esta purezaSem ler fica-se pederneiraAgita-se a solidão cá no fundoFica-se sentado à soleiroA ouvir os ruídos do mundoE a entendê-los à nossa maneira
Carregar a superstiçãoDe ser pequeno ser ninguémE não quebrar a tradiçãoQue dos nossos avós já vem
Stoops, street life... and jazz
"On the steps of the tenements, the improvisers observe and experiment with stoops in relation to their own bodies. Like a jazz musician, a tenement dweller who improvises follows rules. The physical materials at hand in the street are givens, like the written melody of fundamental harmonies spelled out for each number in a jazz musician's "cheat book" (cheating because many of these songs are lifted illegally out of copyright). Good jazz improvisation follows rules of economy; variations pick out an element to explore, otherwise they lose focus; the harmonic reversals are disciplined by what came before. [...] Rudofsky thought that this hidden order is how most settlements of poor people develop and that the work of improvising street order attaches people to their communities, whereas "renewal" projects, which may provide a cleaner street, pretty houses, and large shops, give the inhabitants no way to mark their presence on the space."
Richard Sennett in, The Craftsman [pg. 236/237]
on 'hobby horses' and 'tantrums'
"I would give my entire output of words, past, present, and to come, in exchange for easier access to the world, for permission to state 'I hurt' or 'I hate' or 'I want'. Or, indeed, 'Look at me'. And I do not go back on this for once a thing is known it can never be unknown. It can only be forgotten. And writing is the enemy of forgetfulness, of thoughtlessness. For the writer there is no oblivion. Only endless memory."
Anita Brookner, in Look At Me [pg 84]
"For if one is serious, one is rarely a welcome guest. Everything must be converted, somehow, into entertainment."
Anita Brookner, in Look At Me [pg 165]
"What are we doing when we pay attention to the attention we pay to their hobby horses?."
Adam Phillips, in Attention Seeking [pg 88]
"Attention becomes the form and the medium of our desire, prompted by a felt lack of something. We attend to our felt absences."
Adam Phillips, in Attention Seeking [pg 88]
R.E.M. - Everybody Hurts (Official Music Video)
Satisfaction sabotaging desire...
"... the terrors of some versions of social engineering, in which we are entombed within our supposed preferences and ideals. What is absent in what is called notably Happy Valley is the tension of desiring; the freedom to think about what is missing and what might be missed (the inventiveness born of frustration). [...] 'I have already enjoyed too much; give me something to desire'"
Adam Phillips, Attention Seeking [pg 82]
of restlessness
With the things you could do
You won't but you might
The potential you'll be
That you'll never see
The promises you'll only make
Drink up with me now
And forget all about
The pressure of days
Do what I say
And I'll make you okay
And drive them away
The images stuck in your head
People you've been before
That you don't want around anymore
That push and shove and won't bend to your will
I'll keep them still
Drink up baby, look at the stars
I'll kiss you again between the bars
Where I'm seeing you there
With your hands in the air
Waiting to finally be caught
Drink up one more time
And I'll make you mine
Keep you apart,
Deep in my heart
Separate from the rest,
Where I like you the best
And keep the things you forgot
The people you've been before
That you don't want around anymore
That push and shove and won't bend to your will
I'll keep them still
There was a man of double deed...
And Also The Trees - There Was a Man of Double Deed
Also see The Recognitions (William Gaddis, page 98/99)
There was a man of double deed,
Who sowed his garden full of seed;
When the seed began to grow,
'Twas like a garden full of snow;
When the snow began to melt,
'Twas like a ship without a belt;
When the ship began to sail,
'Twas like a bird without a tail;
When the bird began to fly,
'Twas like an eagle in the sky;
When the sky began to roar,
'Twas like a lion at my door;
When my door began to crack,
'Twas like a stick across my back;
When my back began to smart,
'Twas like a penknife in my heart;
And when my heart began to bleed,
'Twas death, and death, and death indeed.
[anonymous]
[anonymous]
Symphony of Science
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Never take me for granted
I once held her in my arms
She said she would always stay
But I was cruel
I treated her like a fool
I threw it all away
She said she would always stay
But I was cruel
I treated her like a fool
I threw it all away
Once I had mountains in the palm of my hand
And rivers that ran through every day
I must have been mad
I never knew what I had
Until I threw it all away
And rivers that ran through every day
I must have been mad
I never knew what I had
Until I threw it all away
Love is all there is, it makes the world go 'round
Love and only love, it can't be denied
No matter what you think about it
You just won't be able to do without it
Take a tip from one who's tried
Love and only love, it can't be denied
No matter what you think about it
You just won't be able to do without it
Take a tip from one who's tried
So if you find someone that gives you all of her love
Take it to your heart, don't let it stray
For one thing that's certain
You will surely be a-hurtin'
If you throw it all away
If you throw it all away
Take it to your heart, don't let it stray
For one thing that's certain
You will surely be a-hurtin'
If you throw it all away
If you throw it all away
To Greta and all those like her
"... Para se fazer uma revolução, não bastam os números. As revoluções são geralmente levadas a cabo por pequenas redes de activistas e não pelas massas. Se quer fazer uma grande mudança não se pergunte quantas pessoas defendem as suas ideias, mas quantos dos seus apoiantes são capazes de cooperar eficazmente."
Yuval Noah Harari, Homo-Deus
People have the power - Patti Smith
da 'Feminista erótica que usa All Star'
"Quem quer fazer muito perfeito, é quem achou um jeito insosso de não ser de carne e osso."
COMO NOSSOS PAIS-FILME COMPLETO
Não quero lhe falar
Meu grande amor
Das coisas que aprendi nos discos
Quero lhe contar como eu vivi
E tudo que aconteceu comigo
Viver é melhor que sonhar
Eu sei que o amor é uma coisa boa
Mas também sei
Que qualquer canto é menor
Que a vida de qualquer pessoa
Por isso cuidado meu bem
Há perigo na esquina
Eles venceram e o sinal está
Fechado pra nós, que somos jovens
Para abraçar meu irmão e
Beijar minha menina, na rua
É que se fez o meu lábio, o meu braço
E a minha voz
Você me pergunta pela minha paixão
Digo que estou encantado
Com uma nova invenção
Eu vou ficar nessa cidade
Não vou voltar pro sertão
Pois vejo vir vindo no vento
O cheiro da nova estação
Eu sinto tudo na ferida viva
Do meu coração
Já faz tempo eu vi você na rua
Cabelo ao vento, gente jovem reunida
Na parede da memória
Essa lembrança é o quadro
Que dói mais
Minha dor é perceber
Que apesar de termos feito tudo
Tudo o que fizemos
Ainda somos os mesmo e vivemos
Ainda somos os mesmos e vivemos
Como nossos pais
Nossos ídolos ainda são os mesmos
E as aparências não me enganam não
Você diz que depois deles
Não apareceu mais ninguém
Você pode até dizer que estou por fora
Ou então que estou enganando
Mas é você que ama o passado e que não vê
É você que ama o passado e que não vê
Que o novo sempre vem
Hoje eu sei que quem me deu a idéia
De uma nova consciência e juventude
Está em casa guardado por Deus
Contando vil metal
Minha dor é perceber que apesar
De termos feito tudo, tudo, tudo que fizemos
Nós ainda somos os mesmos e vivemos
Ainda somos os mesmos e vivemos
Ainda somos os mesmos e vivemos
Como nossos pais !
Elis Regina - Como Nossos Pais
