Bloodsugarsexmagik

Alguem conhece Michael Bublé? Um rapaz de menos de 30 anos que canta como Sinatra. Ou quase. A era dos crooneras ameaça voltar, and I´m feeling good. Adoro essas músicas, que são de dançar juntinho e ouvir mal cantadas em casamentos.

Essa fez sucessinho, daqui a pouco entra em trilha de novela da Grobo, que nem a Corinne Bailey Rae.

Feeling Good

Birds flying high you know how I feel
Sun in the sky you know how I feel
Reeds driftin’ on by you know how I feel

(refrain)
It’s a new dawn
It’s a new day
It’s a new life
For me
And I’m feeling good

Fish in the sea you know how I feel
River running free you know how I feel
Blossom in the tree you know how I feel

(refrain)

Dragonfly out in the sun you know what I mean, don’t you know
Butterflies all havin’ fun you know what I mean
Sleep in peace when day is done
That’s what I mean

And this old world is a new world
And a bold world
For me

Stars when you shine you know how I feel
Scent of the pine you know how I feel
Oh freedom is mine
And I know how I feel

Gabi

É muito egoísmo não querer nunca mais sair de casa? Não querer ir trabalhar, estudar, nada? Só ficar aqui quietinha com você?

Ah, droga.

Sparks - Coldplay

Did I drive you away?
I know what you’ll say
You’ll say ‘Oh, sing one you know’
But I promise you this
I’ll always look out for you
That’s what I’ll do

I say oh…
I say oh…

My heart is yours
See you that I hold on to you
That’s what I’ll do
I know I was wrong
But I won’t let you down
Oh yeah I will, yeah I will
Yes I will do

I said oh…
I cry oh…
I saw sparks
I saw sparks
I saw sparks
I saw sparks

Quando eu era menina, ia a bailinhos e sempre rolava uma música lenta pra galera ensaiar as primeiras pegações. Aquela pegação moleque, de várzea, uma beleza.

E sempre tocava essa música. Era do A-ha, e todas as meninas eram apaixonadas pelo vocalista da banda. Eles eram noruegueses, o que já traz um certo appeal, uma coisa meio viking. E a voz do cara era bem bacana.

Aí nesses tempos de e-mule, achei uma versão do Coldplay, acústica, lindinha. E o bonitinho do marido da Gwineth canta uns pedacinhos errados, troca a letra…

Uma graça, gente.

Here, I am
And beyond the reach of my hands
She’s sound asleep
And she’s sweet another know why
These dreams could’ve seen her
And I watched her slipping away
And I know I’ll be hunting high and low
High…
There’s no end to the lengths
I’ll go too high and low
High…
There’s no end to the lengths
I’ll go too find her again
Upon this my dreams I depend
And, through the dark
I can hear the pounding of her heart
Next to mine
She’s the sweetest love I could find
So I know I’ll be hunting high and low
High…
There’s no end to the lengths
I’ll go too high and low
High…
Do you know how it feels to love you?
Do you know how it feels to love you?
High and Low

Eric me mandou alguns MP3 de um cara chamado Rufus Wainwright.

De verdade, ele quer que eu me mate. Essa é uma das músicas mais tristes que eu já ouvi - e ei, eu ouço Coldplay em loop no café da manhã. É triste, a voz dele é triste, a letra é triste, o pianinho de fundo é triste.

Mas eu gostei. E estou baixando outras.

Minha nossa, eu preciso de ajuda.

In my arms - Rufus Wainwright

You gave me all your love in one day
You gave it all and almost faded away
Well I’m gonna take this sad unread issue
In my arms tonight
Looking at hospitals Victorian
Feeling as helpless as the Elephant Man
Wish you were here
to chain you up without shame
In my arms tonight

So if you should feel a bit out of place
This vision not unlike a shooting star
I have embraced
‘Cause
You gave me all your love in one day
You gave it all and almost faded away
Well I’m gonna take this sad unread issue
In my arms tonight
Looking at hospitals Victorian
Feeling as helpless as the Elephant Man
Wish you were here
to chain you up without shame
In my arms tonight

I ain’t a soft and saccharine
wannabe
Still I pray to God
this song will end happily
So I offer you a place to rest
and forget yourself
In my arms tonight

Algumas vezes eu me sinto como se não estivesse no lugar certo. Como se eu estivesse com os pés fora do chão.

Um astronauta que ficou tempo demais longe de casa.

Rocket Man - Elton John

She packed by bag last night, preflight
Zero hour, nine a.m.
And I’m gonna be high
As a kite by then

I miss the earth so much
I miss my wife
It’s lonely out in space
On such a timeless flight

And I think it’s gonna be a long, long, time
‘Til touchdown brings me ’round again to find
I’m not the man they think I am at home
Ah, no no no…
I’m a rocket man
Rocket man
Burnin’ out his fuse
Up here alone

Mars ain’t the kind of place
To raise your kids
In fact, it’s cold as hell
And there’s no one there to raise them
If you did

And all this science
I don’t understand
It’s just my job
Five days a week
A Rocket Man
Rocket Man

And I think it’s gonna be a long, long, time
‘Til touchdown brings me ’round again to find
I’m not the man they think I am at home
Ah, no no no…

And I think it’s gonna be a long, long, time
‘Til touchdown brings me ’round again to find
I’m not the man they think I am at home
Ah, no no no…
I’m a rocket man
Rocket man
Burnin’ out his fuse
Up here alone

And I think it’s gonna be a long, long, time

Tradução tosca nível Babylon

Gabi

Eu baixei uma versão do Travis pra uma música muito brega. Ficou fantástica. É de dar medo de tão boa.

Aí eu gravei um CD e fui cantando pro trabalho, bem alto. Os outros motoristas não entenderam nada, acho.

Não achei tradução, foi mal.

Nobody Does it Better

Nobody does it better
Makes me feel sad for the rest
Nobody does it half as good as you
Baby you’re the best

I wasn’t looking
but somehow you found me
I tried to hide from your lovelight
but like heaven above me
the spy who loved me
is keeping all my secrets safe tonight

And nobody does it better
Though sometimes I wish someone would
Nobody does it quite the way you do
Why d’you have to be so good?

The way that you hold me
whenever you hold me
There’s some kind of magic inside you
that keeps me from runnning
but just keep it coming
how’d you learn to do the things you do

And nobody does it better
makes me feel sad for the rest
nobody does it half as good as you
baby baby darling
you’re the best
baby you’re the best

Hoje é um dia especial - aniversário do meu pai.

Nascido em 1947, hoje ele faria 59 anos, uma data para se comemorar e encher o saco.

Ele adorava aniversários. Casa cheia, churrasco, cerveja. E me ensinou que a amizade é o bem mais precioso que se pode ter. E que os Beatles são a melhor banda do mundo, sempre.

Feliz aniversário, velho.

In my life

There are places I remember all my life,
Though some have changed,
Some forever, not for better,
Some have gone and some remain.

All these places had their moments
With lovers and friends I still can recall.
Some are dead and some are living.
In my life I’ve loved them all.

But of all these friends and lovers,
There is no one compares with you,
And these memories lose their meaning
When I think of love as something new.

Though I know I’ll never lose affection
For people and things that went before,
I know I’ll often stop and think about them,
In my life I’ll love you more.

Though I know I’ll never lose affection
For people and things that went before,
I know I’ll often stop and think about them,
In my life I’ll love you more.
In my life I’ll love you more.

Tradução aqui.

Gabi

Coldplay sempre é muito, muito triste. Mas essa partezinha aí embaixo, da The Scientist, eu acho de cortar o coração.

Porque cazzo as pessoas sempre voltam pra nos assombrar?

I was just guessing at numbers and figures
Pulling the puzzles apart
Questions of science, science and progress
Do not speak as loud as my heart
And tell me you love me, Come back and haunt me
Oh and I rush to the start

By Gabi