...anunciou-se a morte da poesia nestes tempos da pós modernidade... mas a poesia voltou simplesmente ao seu início, à origem mais remota, ao canto, à música...
Segunda-feira, 13 de Outubro de 2008
O leão ruge esta noite


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A decadência

Tourne-toi
- Non
- Contre moi
- Non, pas comm'ça
- ...Et danse
La décadanse

Bouge tes reins
Lentement
devant les miens
- Reste là
Derrièr' moi
Balance
La décadanse

Que tes mains
Frôlent mes seins
Et mon cœur
Qui est le tien
- Mon amour
De toujours
Patience
La décadanse

Sous mes doigts
T'emmènera
Vers de lointains
Au-delà
- Des eaux troubles
Soudain troublent
Mes sens
La décadanse
M'a perdue
Ah tu me tues
Mon amour
Dis m'aimes-tu ?
- Je t'aimais
Déjà mais
Nuance
La décadanse
Plus encore
Que notre mort
Lie nos âmes
Et nos corps
- Dieux Pardo-
Nnez nos
Offenses
La décadanse
A bercé
Nos corps blasés
Et nos âmes égarées
- Dieux !
Pardonnez nos offenses
La décadanse
A bercé
Nos corps blasés
Et nos âmes égarées

Serge Gainsbourgh et Jane Birkin - la décadance



Publicado por segismundo_frio às 16:38
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Quinta-feira, 18 de Outubro de 2007
sortuda


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Re-habilitação


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Quinta-feira, 12 de Julho de 2007
o fabuloso coro dos bombeiros


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Quarta-feira, 27 de Junho de 2007
por uma hora: belo e estúpido ao mesmo tempo

Jacques Brel
LA CHANSON DE JACKY
1966


Même si un jour à Knocke-le-Zoute
Je deviens comme je le redoute
Chanteur pour femmes finissantes
Même si je leur chante "Mi Corazon"
Avec la voix bandonéante
D'un Argentin de Carcassonne
Même si on m'appelle Antonio
Que je brûle mes derniers feux
En échange de quelques cadeaux
Madame je fais ce que je peux
Même si je me saoule à l'hydromel
Pour mieux parler de virilité
A des mémères décorées
Comme des arbres de Noël
Je sais que dans ma saoulographie
Chaque nuit pour des éléphants roses
Je chanterai la chanson morose
Celle du temps où je m'appelais Jacky

Être une heure une heure seulement
Être une heure une heure quelquefois
Être une heure rien qu'une heure durant
Beau beau beau et con à la fois

Même si un jour à Macao
Je deviens gouverneur de tripot
Cerclé de femmes languissantes
Même si lassé d'être chanteur
J'y sois devenu maître chanteur
Et que ce soit les autres qui chantent
Même si on m'appelle le beau Serge
Que je vende des bateaux d'opium
Du whisky de Clermont-Ferrand
De vrais pédés de fausses vierges
Que j'aie une banque à chaque doigt
Et un doigt dans chaque pays
Et que chaque pays soit à moi
Je sais quand même que chaque nuit
Tout seul au fond de ma fumerie
Pour un public de vieux Chinois
Je rechanterai ma chanson à moi
Celle du temps où je m'appelais Jacky

Être une heure une heure seulement
Être une heure une heure quelquefois
Être une heure rien qu'une heure durant
Beau beau beau et con à la fois

Même si un jour au paradis
Je deviens comme j'en serais surpris
Chanteur pour femmes à ailes blanches
Même si je leur chante alléluia
En regrettant le temps d'en bas
Où c'est pas tous les jours dimanche
Même si on m'appelle Dieu le Père
Celui qui est dans l'annuaire
Entre Dieulefit et Dieu vous garde
Même si je me laisse pousser la barbe
Même si toujours trop bonne pomme
Je me crève le coeur et le pur esprit
A vouloir consoler les hommes
Je sais quand même que chaque nuit
J'entendrai dans mon paradis
Les anges les saints et Lucifer
Me chanter la chanson de naguère
Celle du temps où je m'appelais Jacky.

Être une heure une heure seulement
Être une heure une heure quelquefois
Être une heure rien qu'une heure durant
Beau beau beau et con à la fois



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Segunda-feira, 12 de Março de 2007
Antes

Para aqueles que não sabem ou conhecem fica o site oficial de uma grande senhora.



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Depois


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Quarta-feira, 28 de Fevereiro de 2007
Baker Street não é só Sherlock

Gerry Rafferty - Baker Street

Widdin' your way down on Baker Street
Light in your head and dead on your feet
Well another crazy day
You'll drink the night away
And forget about everything
This city desert makes you feel so cold.
It's got so many people but it's got no soul
And it's taking you so long
To find out you were wrong
When you thought it had everything

You used to think that it was so easy
You used to say that it was so easy
But you're tryin'
You're tryin' now
Another year and then you'll be happy
Just one more year and then you'll be happy
But you're cryin'
You're cryin' now

Way down the street there's a lad in his place
He opens the door he's got that look on his face
And he asks you where you've been
You tell him who you've seen
And you talk about anything

He's got this dream about buyin' some land
He's gonna give up the booze and the one night stands
And then he'll settle down there's a quiet little town
And forget about everything

But you know he'll always keep movin'
You know he's never gonna stop movin
Cus he's rollin'
He's the rollin' stone

And when you wake up it's a new mornin'
The sun is shinin' it's a new morning
You're goin'
You're goin' home.



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Jacky - by Marc Almond

And if one day i should become
A singer with a spanish bum
Who sings for women of great virtue
I'd sing to them with a guitar
I borrowed from a coffee bar
Well, what you don't know doesn't hurt you
My name would be antonio
And all my bridges i would burn
And when i gave them some they'd know
I'd expect something in return
I'd have to get drunk every night
And talk about virility
With some old grandmother
That might be decked out like a christmas tree
And no pink elephant i'd see
Though i'd be drunk as i could be
Still i would sing my song to me
About the time they called me "jacky"

If i could be for only an hour
If i could be for an hour every day
If i could be for just one little hour
Cute in a stupid ass way

And if i joined the social whirl
Became procurer of young girls
Then i could have my own bordellos
My record would be number one
And i'd sell records by the ton
All sung by many other fellows
My name would then be handsome jack
And i'd sell boats of opium
Whisky that came from twickenham
Authentic queens
And phoney virgins
I'd have a bank on every finger
A finger in every country
And every country ruled by me
I'd still know where i'd want to be
Locked up inside my opium den
Surrounded by some china men
I'd sing the song that i sang then
About the time they called me "jacky"

If i could be for only an hour
If i could be for an hour every day
If i could be for just one little hour
Cute in a stupid ass way

Now, tell me, wouldn't it be nice
That if one day in paradise
I'd sing for all the ladies up there
And they would sing along with me
And we be so happy there to be
'cos down below is really nowhere
My name would then be "jupiter"
Then i would know where i was going
Become all knowing
My beard so very long and flowing
If i could play deaf, dumb and blind
Because i pitied all mankind
And broke my heart to make things right
I know that every single night
When my angelic work was through
The angels and the devil too
Could sing my childhood song to me
About the time they called me "jacky"

If i could be for only an hour
If i could be for an hour every day
If i could be for just one little hour
Cute in a stupid ass way


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Quarta-feira, 6 de Dezembro de 2006
não julgar o livro pela capa...

 

ABC - THE LOOK OF LOVE

When your world is full of strange arrangements
And gravity won't pull you through
You know you're missing out on something
Well that something depends on you

All I'm saying, it takes a lot to love you
All I'm doing, you know it's true
All I mean now, there's one thing
Yes one thing that turns this grey sky to blue

That's the look, that's the look
The look of love

When your girl has left you out on the pavement (Goodbye)
Then your dreams fall apart at the seams
Your reason for living's your reason for leaving
Don't ask me what it means

Who's got the look? I don't know the answer to that question
Where's the look? If I knew I would tell you
What's the look? Look for your information
Yes there's one thing, the one thing that still holds true (What's that?)

That's the look, that's the look
The look of love

If you judge a book by the cover
Then you'd judge the look by the lover
I hope you'll soon recover
Me I go from one extreme to another

And though my friends just might ask me
They say "Martin maybe one day you'll find true love"
I say "Maybe, there must be a solution
To the one thing, the one thing, we can't find"

That's the look, that's the look
The look of love
That's the look, that's the look
The look of love
That's the look, that's the look
The Look of love



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Quinta-feira, 30 de Novembro de 2006
é a vida...

FRANK SINATRA lyrics - "That's Life"

(D. K. Thompson, K. Gordon)

[Recorded October 18, 1966, Hollywood]

That's life (that's life), that's what all the people say
You're ridin' high in April, shot down in May
But I know I'm gonna change that tune
When I'm back on top, back on top in June

I said that's life (that's life), and as funny as it may seem
Some people get their kicks stompin' on a dream
But I don't let it, let it get me down
'cause this fine old world, it keeps spinnin' around

I've been a puppet, a pauper, a pirate, a poet, a pawn and a king
I've been up and down and over and out and I know one thing
Each time I find myself flat on my face
I pick myself up and get back in the race

That's life (that's life), I tell you I can't deny it
I thought of quitting, baby, but my heart just ain't gonna buy it
And if I didn't think it was worth one single try
I'd jump right on a big bird and then I'd fly

I've been a puppet, a pauper, a pirate, a poet, a pawn and a king
I've been up and down and over and out and I know one thing
Each time I find myself layin' flat on my face
I just pick myself up and get back in the race

That's life (that's life), that's life and I can't deny it
Many times I thought of cuttin' out but my heart won't buy it
But if there's nothin' shakin' come this here July
I'm gonna roll myself up in a big ball a-and die

My, my!
 



Publicado por segismundo_frio às 11:12
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Sexta-feira, 10 de Novembro de 2006
Bolero... mas não de Ravel


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Gritar!


Publicado por segismundo_frio às 18:37
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O que foi que eu disse?


Publicado por segismundo_frio às 18:30
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Terça-feira, 31 de Outubro de 2006
música ecológica


Publicado por segismundo_frio às 16:03
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algo tomou conta da minha mão


Publicado por segismundo_frio às 15:29
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Soneto perfeito


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al-di-la


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desde os cinco?


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Marioneta num cordel


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Segunda-feira, 30 de Outubro de 2006
500 milhas


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Terça-feira, 24 de Outubro de 2006
devolva-me


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sem palavras... e é tudo por hoje


Publicado por segismundo_frio às 14:28
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gigi l'amoroso


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