domingo, junho 18

Esta semana...

...começou como a marchinha do carnaval de 55:

Ressaca
(Zé da Zilda e Zilda do Zé)

"Tá todo mundo de ressaca
Ressaca, ressaca, ressaca
Ninguém agüenta mais
Eu vou mandar parar
Vai todo mundo pra casa curar..."

O que me deixou triste, pois não pude ir no churrasco dos meus amigos Stê, Fer e Léo, pra ver o jogo com eles. Nem na feijoada do Bira e do Henrique, nem pra São Matheus com a Beth (eu ia em todos, juro!).
É que estou descobrindo os prazeres do vinho... um perigo!

A alguns amigos que me perguntaram: não vou tocar no Ó esta terça, porque vou tocar com Luis Nassif (não deixem de conhecer seu blog) num evento da ABI. Mas vou pra lá depois tomar um vinhozinho ;-)

Na quinta vou tocar no Sesc Catanduva com minha querida amiga Anaí Rosa, Zé Barbeiro e João Poleto. Na sexta vamos tocar em ? - esqueci o nome da cidade. É perto de Catanduva. Sábado tenho uma festona de aniversário de um grande amigo (o único leitor aqui do Coisas Nossas ;-) e domingo "Tá todo mundo de ressaca..." de novo!

Hoje aproveito pra comentar sobre um CD que eu amo. Há uns dois meses, conversando com um amigo, o escritor Tony Monti, lembrei desse disco, que eu curti demais (na época em LP) lá pelos idos de 1985, 86: Os grandes sucessos do grupo America (1975). Como gosto desse disco. As minhas prediletas:

Lonely People
(Peek & Peek)

This is for all the lonely people
Thinking that life has passed them by
Don't give up until you
Drink from the silver cup
And ride that highway in the sky

This is for all the single people
Thinking that love has left them dry
Don't give up until you
Drink from the silver cup
You never know until you try

Well, I'm on my way
Yes, I'm back to stay
Well, I'm on my way back home

This is for all the lonely people
Thinking that life has passed them by
Do'nt give up until you
Drink from the silver cup
And never take you down or never give you up
You never know until you try.
____________________________________
I Need You
(Beckley)

We used to laugh, we used to cry
We used to bow our heads then
Wonder why
But now you're gone
I guess I'll carry on
And make the best of what you left to me
Left to me, left to me

I need you like the flower needs the rain
You know I need you
Guess I'll start it all again
You know I need you
Like the winter needs the spring
You know I need you, I need you

And every day, I'd laugh the hours away
Just knowing you were thinking of me
Then it came that I was put to blame
For every story told about me
About me, about me.
_______________________________________________________
A Horse With no Name
(Bunnell)

On the first part of the journey
I was looking at all the life
There were plants and birds and rocks and things
There was sand and hills and rings
The first thing I met was a fly with a buzz
And the sky with no clouds
The heat was hot and the ground was dry
But the air was full of sound

I've been through the desert
On a horse with no name
It felt good to be out of the rain
In the desert you can remember your name
'Cause there ain't no one for to give you no pain

After two days in the desert sun
My skin began to turn red
After three days in the desert fun
I was looking at a river bed
And the story it told of a river that flowed
Made me sad to think it was dead

After nine days I let the horse run free
'Cause the desert had turned to sea
There were plants and birds
And rocks and things
There was sand and hills and rings
The ocean is a desert with its life underground
And a perfect disguise above
Under the cities lies a heart made of ground
But the humans will give no love.
___________________________________________
Ventura Highway
(Bunnell)

Chewing on a piece of grass
Walking down the road
Tell me, how long you gonna stay here Joe?
Some people say this town don't look
Good in snow
You don't care, I know

Ventura Highway in the sunshine
Where the days are longer
The nights are stronger
Than moonshine
You're gonna go I know

'Cause the free wind is blowin' through
Your hair
And the days surround
your daylight there
Seasons crying no despair
Alligator lizards in the air

Wishin' on a falling star
Watchin' for the early train
Sorry boy, but I've been hit by
Purple rain
Aw, come on Joe, you can always
Change your name
Thanks a lot son, just the same.
________________________________________________
Tin Man
(Bunnell)

Sometimes late when things are real
And people share the gift of gab
Between themselves
Some are quick to take the bait
And catch the perfect prize that waits
Among the shells

But Oz never did give nothing to the Tin Man
That he didnt, didnt already have
And 'cause never was the reason for the evening
Or the tropic of Sir Galahad
So please believe in me

When I say I'm spinning round
Round, round, round
Smoke glass stain'd bright colors
Image going down, down, down, down
Soapsuds green like bubbles.
__________________________________________________
Daisy Jane
(Beckley)

Flyin' me back to Memphis
Gotta find my Daisy Jane
Well, the summer's gone
And I hope she's feelin' the same

Well, I left her just to roam the city
Thinkin' it would ease the pain
I'm a crazy man
And I'm playin' my crazy game, game

Does she really love me
I think she does
Like the stars above me
I know because
When the sky is bright
Everything's all right

Flyin' me back to Memphis
Honey, keep the oven warm
All the clouds are clearin'
And I think we're over the storm
Well, I've been pickin' it up around me
Daisy, I think I'm sane
And I'm awful glad
And I guess you're really to blame, blame

Do you really love me
I hope you do
Like the stars above me
How I love you
When its cold at night
Everything's all right.
____________________________________________
Aproveito pra divulgar aqui um site que eu adorei, que me foi indicado por uma amiga: BricABrac.
Boa semana a todos!

2 Comments:

Blogger Eduardo Goldenberg said...

Roberta, sua ingrata, mal-agradecida, biltre fêmea...

Saiba que leio diariamente o CoisasNossas.

Saiba, mais, que estou indo sábado pra SP porque TAMBÉM tenho uma festona de aniversário de um grande amigo (o que você acha que é o único leitor aqui do Coisas Nossas ;-)).

Beijo grande do Edu.

junho 20, 2006 8:05 AM  
Anonymous Leitor (quase) único said...

Rô, talvez seja um problema de configuração do meu monitor, mas letras se misturaram aleatoriamente neste "post" e eu não consigo ler uma palavrinha sequer... Quanto a sábado, vê se manera no vinho sexta, que se vc não aparecer...

junho 20, 2006 10:51 AM  

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