London Grammar : Wasting my young years

"Eu não poderia partir com ninguém."

Paul Robeson: Shenandoah

Kathleen Ferrier: "Blow the wind southerly"

18/12/2017

 Tudo nevado de manhã. E minha rinite infernal. Não que eu não goste da brancura, ah, mas o frio, esse frio inumano.

Voltou-me o pacote que eu mandei pra Alemanha. Um prejuízo, certo, mas é tão bonita essa superposição de coisas coladas. De beleza moderna, século XX, vintage. O pompom é pra Charlotte, o original do gorro dela está murchinho.

Por coincidência, antes do pacote chegar, eu tinha feito uma colagem com as sobras do papel metalizado, que o T prontamente tomou pra si.

Pedi que ele fizesse uma pra mim:

Familiarizei-me um pouco com a máquina de costura emprestada pela vizinha, uma Bernina, suíça.Uma máquina tão boa que é um prazer e ao mesmo tempo um vexame usar.

Et j'ai finit avec En finir avec Eddy Bellegueule, de que não poderia dizer pouco, senão que é muito sombrio e ao mesmo tempo delicado, que ajuda a viver na França com os olhos bem abertos.

Mudei o nome do blog.

The Lumineers live at Columbia City Theatre

Nos meus devaneios sobre um showzinho bacaninha pra uma noite de sábado, sabe?

Orquestra cigana Klezmer

A música mais antiga do mundo

https://rainhastragicas.com/2016/10/03/escute-a-musica-mais-antiga-do-mundo/

Maria Rita, Caminho das águas

Pra refrescar a esperança.

Kiasmos, Torsten Posselt (FELD), Andreas Nicolas Fischer (sleepy random finds)

Acordei cedo demais. Achei isso no Soundcloud: https://soundcloud.com/erasedtapes/kiasmos-bent. A cover art lembra as nuvens que eu desejo (ainda) mais quando estou dormindo acordada:

Foi feita por Torsten Posselt, um designer do FELD, com base numa obra de
Andreas Nicolas Fischer, um artista de que se pode ver mais aqui (o nome da série a que pertence a obra usada é Schwarm III).

Bastille

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=I84hANDTvE0

"you said: we were born with nothing, and we sure as hell have nothing now"

É um bocado anos 80, mas as letras contrastam de maneira estranha e estranhamente satisfatória com a banalidade da música. E esse verso ritmicamente impossível sai.

Of Monster and Man: Little Talks

Hey! Hey! Hey!

I don't like walking around this old and empty house
So hold my hand, I'll walk with you my dear

The stairs creak as I sleep,
It's keeping me awake
It's the house telling you to close your eyes

And some days I can't even trust myself
It's killing me to see you this way

'Cause though the truth may vary
This ship will carry our bodies safe to shore

Hey! Hey! Hey!

There's an old voice in my head
That's holding me back
Well tell her that I miss our little talks

Soon it will all be over, and buried with our past
We used to play outside when we were young
And full of life and full of love

Some days I don't know if I am wrong or right.
Your mind is playing tricks on you my dear

'Cause though the truth may vary
This ship will carry our bodies safe to shore

Hey!
Don't listen to a word I say
Hey!
The screams all sound the same
Hey!

Though the truth may vary
This ship will carry our bodies safe to shore

You're gone, gone, gone away,
I watched you disappear
All that's left is a ghost of you
Now we're torn, torn, torn apart,
there's nothing we can do,
Just let me go, we'll meet again soon

Now wait, wait, wait for me, please hang around
I'll see you when I fall asleep

Hey!
Don't listen to a word I say
Hey!
The screams all sound the same
Hey!

Though the truth may vary
this ship will carry our bodies safe to shore

Hey!
Don't listen to a word I say
Hey!
The screams all sound the same
Hey!

Though the truth may vary
This ship will carry our bodies safe to shore

Though the truth may vary
This ship will carry our bodies safe to shore

Though the truth may vary
This ship will carry our bodies safe to shore

Canções de ninar de todo o mundo

No site da rádio Cultura dá pra ouvir como um playlist.

E esse é o site original do projeto: http://lullabiesoftheworld.org/

R.E.M.: What's the frequency Kenneth?

"What's the frequency, Kenneth?" is your Benzedrine
I was brain-dead, locked out, numb, not up to speed
I thought I’d pegged you an idiot's dream
Tunnel vision from the outsider’s screen
I never understood the frequency
You wore our expectations like an armored suit

I'd studied your cartoons, radio, music, TV, movies, magazines
Richard said, "Withdrawal in disgust is not the same as apathy"
A smile like the cartoon, tooth for a tooth
You said that irony was the shackles of youth
You wore a shirt of violent green
I never understood the frequency

"What's the frequency, Kenneth?" is your Benzedrine
Butterfly decal, rear-view mirror, dogging the scene
You smile like the cartoon, tooth for a tooth
You said that irony was the shackles of youth

You wore a shirt of violent green
I never understood the frequency
You wore our expectations like an armored suit
I couldn't understand
You said that irony was the shackles of youth
I couldn't understand
You wore a shirt of violent green
I couldn't understand
I never understood, don't fuck with me

The Black Keys: Little black submarines

Little black submarines
Operator please
Put me back on the line
Told my girl I'd be back
Operator please
This is wreckin' my mind

Oh can it be
The voices calling me
They get lost
And out of time
I should've seen it glow
But everybody knows
That a broken heart is blind
That a broken heart is blind

Pick you up, let you down
When I wanna go
To a place I can hide
You know me, I had plans
But they just disappeared
To the back of my mind

Oh can it be
The voices calling me
They get lost
And out of time
I should've seen a glow
But everybody knows
That a broken heart is blind
That a broken heart is blind

Treasure maps, fallen trees
Operator please
Call me back when it's time
Stolen friends and disease
Operator please
Patch me back to my mind

Oh can it be
The voices calling me
They get lost
And out of time
I should've seen a glow
But everybody knows
That a broken heart is blind
That a broken heart is blind
That a broken heart is blind

Update: versão com a letra completa

Black Keys, Lonely Boy

Mais uns versos do Devendra

"When you finally break my legs
and I can never leave the house again
then I'll finally love you
we could have some kids"

Quando você finalmente quebrar as minhas pernas
e eu nunca mais puder sair da casa
então finalmente vou te amar
a gente podia ter uns filhos

Que me fazem pensar no Une femme est une femme,
e, mais fundo no passado, em Freud dizendo que a mulher é inimiga da ciência e da sociedade porque preferiria que o marido não saísse de casa - tenso, tenso, faz pensar também na louca da filha dele(s).

Mais uma: Little yellow spider

Hey there, Mrs. Lovely Moon, you're lonely and you're blue,
It's kinda strange the way you change,
But then again, we all do too...

Devendra Banhart, At the hop (para o dia dos namorados)

Postei esse porque tem a letra, que vale muito a pena, mas é "It doesn't hurt to try" ao invés de "it doesn't have to try". E, de resto, dói sim.

MPB pra crianças e adultos (Brazilian music for children and adults): Antônio Nóbrega

Um pouquinho do Antônio Nóbrega de 1996, pra dançar com entusiasmo, também com os pequenos:

Mateus embaixador:

Truléu da Marieta (marujada):

Desassombrado:

Maracatu misterioso:

Rádio profunda

Apenas obedeço: sabe lá quem programou isso pra tocar hoje na minha cabeçola, first thing in the morning. (Nada a ver com a realidade, na qual estou de TPM.) Na língua mais contemporânea, isso se tocou em mim. Mas, se posso dar opinião, foi ótimo ver o Jimmy Cliff de túnica amarela dançando na "natureza". Se o mundo fosse segundo essa imagem, eu e todos, acho, nos sentiríamos menos intranquilos.