Learn to be Lonely

A música "Learn to be lonely", cantada por Minnie Driver. O vídeo clipe é uma montagem que achei no youtube.

Child of the wilderness Born into emptiness Learn to be lonely Learn to find your way in darkness Who will be there for you Comfort and care for you Learn to be lonely Learn to be your one companion Never dreamed out in the world There are arms to hold you? You've always known Your heart was on its own So laugh in your loneliness Child of the wilderness Learn to be lonely Learn how to love life that is lived alone Learn to be lonely Life can be lived Life can be loved Alone

I Dreamed a Dream

Esta música é de "Les Miserables", peça de teatro baseada em escrito homônimo de Victor Hugo, que também teve sua versão aqui no Brasil, mas que saiu de cartaz há alguns anos.

Obs: Nesta versão a interprete não canta o primeiro refrão.

There was a time when men were kind
When their voices were soft
And their words inviting
There was a time when love was blind
And the world was a song
And the song was exciting
There was a time
Then it all went wrong

I dreamed a dream in time gone by
When hope was high
And life worth living
I dreamed that love would never die
I dreamed that God would be forgiving
Then I was young and unafraid
And dreams were made and used and wasted
There was no ransom to be paid
No song unsung, no wine untasted

But the tigers come at night
With their voices soft as thunder
As they tear your hope apart
And they turn your dream to shame

He slept a summer by my side
He filled my days with endless wonder
He took my childhood in his stride
But he was gone when autumn came

And still I dream he'll come to me
That we will live the years together
But there are dreams that cannot be
And there are storms we cannot weather

I had a dream my life would be
So different from this hell I'm living
So different now from what it seemed
Now life has killed the dream I dreamed.

Música da Escuridão

Apresentação no Jô Soares de um trecho da versão brasileira do Fantasma da Ópera, em cartaz no teatro Abril, em São Paulo.

Esta música é a versão em português de "Music of the Night".

All I ask of you II

Já postei esta letra aqui (se não me engano) tempos atrás... mas agora vai com vídeo :-)






Raoul:
No more talk of darkness,
Forget these wide-eyed fears.
I'm here, nothing can harm you - my words will warm and calm you.

Let me be your freedom,
let daylight dry your tears.
I'm here with you, beside you,
to guard you and to guide you...

Christine:
Say you love me every waking moment,
turn my head with talk of summertime...
Say you need me with you now and always...
Promise me that all you say is true -
that's all I ask of you...

Raoul:
Let me be your shelter,
let me be your light.
You're safe:
No-one will find you -
your fears are far behind you...

Christine:
All I want is freedom,
a world with no more night...
and you, always beside me,
to hold me and to hide me...

Raoul:
Then say you'll share with me one love, one lifetime...
let me lead you from your solitude....
Say you need me with you here, beside you...
anywhere you go, let me go too -
Christine, that's all I ask of you...

Christine:
Say you'll share with me one love, one lifetime...
say the word and I will follow you...

Raoul & Christine:
Share each day with me,
each night,
each morning...

Christine:
Say you love me...

Raoul:
You know I do...

Raul & Christine:
Love me - that's all I ask of you...

Anywhere you go let me go too...
Love me - that's all I ask of you...

Bring the Boys Back Home!

Sábado agora (dia 24/04/2007) realizei um sonho de adolescente, ainda que de forma incompleta.

As 21 horas subia ao palco Roger Waters, ex-líder do grupo Pink Floyd, no estádio do Morumbi, em São Paulo, para um show que superou todas as minhas (já otimistas) expectativas.

A qualidade impecável da produção, os efeitos especiais, o telão mais fantástico que eu já vi (cuja iluminação e coloração pareciam tão naturais que acreditei estar vendo uma garrafa gigante no palco, e para minha surpresa, era uma imagem...), foram apenas acessórios para uma música perfeitamente executada.

Ainda estou em estado de êxtase, então não vou nem falar do porco.
Só sei que foi tudo fantástico, valeu cada centavo, e que espero ainda poder repetir a dose algum dia.

Eu mencionei acima: "ainda que de forma incompleta", pois o sonho mesmo era ver a formação completa da banda, com o velho gilmour fazendo os solos em comfortably numb e cantando em wish you were here (particularmente, prefiro inclusive as versões mais novas quando ele não faz aquela voz fina de pivete, como na original do album que leva o nome da canção).


É isso, sem mais palavras. Sem fôlego mental.

Estarei de volta a programação (mental) normal em alguns dias, quando o tico e o teco pararem de cantar ... [:)]

A propósito, ele não cantou esta, mas é nesta que penso quando lembro do porco voador (nada a ver diretamente, eu sei) [:)]

Pigs on the Wing (Part Two) (Waters) 1:27

You know that I care what happens to you,
And I know that you care for me.
So I don't feel alone,
Or the weight of the stone,
Now that I've found somewhere safe
To bury my bone.
And any fool knows a dog needs a home,
A shelter from pigs on the wing.

Passatempos

E os homens se vão a contemplar os topos das montanhas,
as vastas ondas do mar,
as amplas correntes dos rios,
a imensidão do oceano,
o curso dos astros,
e não pensam em si mesmos...

-- Santo Agostinho, Confissões, Ed. Vozes.

Think of Me

Think of me, think of me fondly When we've said goodbye; Remember me, once in a while Please promise me you'll try! When you find that once again you long To take your heart back and be free, If you ever find a moment Spare a thought for me We never said our love was evergreen Or as unchanging as the sea But if you can still remember Stop and think of me Think of all the things We've shared and seen Don't think about the way Things might have been! Think of me, think of me waking Silent and resigned; Imagine me trying too hard To put you from my mind Recall those days, Look back on all those times Think of the things we'll never do! There will never be a day When I won't think of you! Flowers fade, the fruits of summer fade They have their season so do we; But please promise me that sometimes You will think of me!

Pense em mim, pense em mim carinhosamente Quando dissemos Adeus; Lembre de mim, de vez em quando Prometa-me que tentará! Quando perceber que mais uma vez anseia Por retomar seu coração e ser livre, Se você puder encontrar um momento, Reserve um pensamento para mim. Jamais dissemos que nosso amor seria sempre juvenil Ou constante como o mar, Mas se você ainda se lembra, Pare e pense em mim! Pense em tudo Que compartilhamos e vimos Não pense sobre o modo Como as coisas poderiam ter sido! Pense em mim, pense em mim acordando Em silêncio e conformado; Imagine-me tentando demais Tirar-te da minha mente... Rememore aqueles dias, Olhe para trás em todos aqueles instantes Pense nas coisas que jamais faremos! Jamais haverá um dia Em que eu não pense em você! As flores murcham, os frutos do verão se caem Eles tem sua estação, e nós também; Mas por favor prometa que, as vezes, Você pensará em mim!

-- from "The Phantom of the Opera"

The Point of No Return - 2

You have come here in pursuit of your deepest urge, in pursuit of that wish, which till now has been silent, silent . . . I have brought you, that our passions may fuse and merge - in your mind you've already succumbed to me dropped all defences completely succumbed to me - now you are here with me: no second thoughts, you've decided, decided . . . Past the point of no return - no backward glances: the games we've played till now are at an end . . . Past all thought of "if" or "when" - no use resisting: abandon thought, and let the dream descend . . . What raging fire shall flood the soul? What rich desire unlocks its door? What sweet seduction lies before us . . .? Past the point of no return, the final threshold - what warm, unspoken secrets will we learn? Beyond the point of no return . . . AMINTA (CHRISTINE) You have brought me to that moment where words run dry, to that moment where speech disappears into silence, silence . . .

I have come here, hardly knowing the reason why . . . In my mind, I've already imagined our bodies entwining defenceless and silent - and now I am here with you: no second thoughts, I've decided, decided . . . Past the point of no return - no going back now: our passion-play has now, at last, begun . . . Past all thought of right or wrong - one final question: how long should we two wait, before we're one . . .? When will the blood begin to race the sleeping bud burst into bloom? When will the flames, at last, consume us . . .? BOTH Past the point of no return the final threshold - the bridge is crossed, so stand and watch it burn . . . We've passed the point of no return . . .

(From the Phantom of the Opera)