Música ao Domingo #14: Ornatos Violeta "Capitão Romance"

PROJECTO 476 |Gravado no Coliseu dos Recreios de Lisboa a 27 de Outubro de 2012 | Realização: Tiago Pereira com Mariana Rodrigues e Rita Neves | Som: Mariana Pinheiro Rodrigues | Uma produção Tiago Cação para a MPAGDP

Não vou procurar quem espero

Se o que eu quero é navegar

Pelo tamanho das ondas

Conto não voltar

Parto rumo à primavera

Que em meu fundo se escondeu

Esqueço tudo do que eu sou capaz

Hoje o mar sou eu

Esperam-me ondas que persistem

Nunca param de bater

Esperam-me homens que resistem

Antes de morrer

Por querer mais do que a vida

Sou a sombra do que eu sou

E ao fim não toquei em nada

Do que em mim tocou

Eu vi

Mas não agarrei

Parto rumo à maravilha

Rumo à dor que houver pra vir

Se eu encontrar uma ilha

Paro pra sentir

E dar sentido à viagem

Pra sentir que eu sou capaz

Se o meu peito diz coragem

Volto a partir em paz

Eu vi

Mas não agarrei

Música ao Domingo #13: Deolinda "Corzinha de Verão"

Porque é que o sol nunca brilha quando fico de férias

Fins-de-semana, ou nos meus dias de folga

Eu passo os dias a ver pessoas em fatos de banho

Calções e havaianas e eu sempre de camisola

E eu andei o ano inteiro, a juntar o meu dinheiro

Para esta desilusão

Dava todo o meu ouro por um pouco do teu bronze

Uma corzinha de verão

Vento, eu na praia a levar com vento

A rogar pragas e a culpar São Pedro

Que mal fiz eu ao céu

E vento, Juro imaginar bom tempo

Espalho o protector solar e estendo o corpo no museu

Porque tudo conspira contra a minha vontade

Sim sim é verdade não estou a ser pessimista

É que a vizinha da cave é sempre a mais bronzeada

Traz um sorriso na cara e não sabe quem foi Kandinsky

E eu andei o ano inteiro, a juntar o meu dinheiro

Para esta desilusão

Dava todo o meu ouro por um pouco do teu bronze

Uma corzinha de verão

Vento, eu na praia a levar com vento

A rogar pragas e a culpar São Pedro

Que mal fiz eu ao céu

E vento, Juro imaginar bom tempo

Espalho o protector solar e estendo o corpo no museu (2x)

O corpo no museu

Ana Bacalhau: Voz, coros/ Vocals, backing vocals

Pedro da Silva Martins: Guitarra Clássica, coros/ Classic guitar, backing vocals

Luís José Martins: Machetes, coros/ Machetes, backing vocals

Zé Pedro Leitão: Contrabaixo, coros, pandeireta/ Double bass, backing vocals, tambourine

Músicos convidados/Guest musicians:

Mário Costa: Percussão/ Percussion

Eurico Amorim: Hammond

António Serginho: Vibrafone/ Vibraphone

Letra e Música/ Written by de Pedro da Silva Martins 

Fonte: A Música Portuguesa

Música ao Domingo #12: Mew "Comforting Sounds"

I don't feel alright

In spite of these comforting sounds

You make

I don't feel alright

Because you make promises

That you break

Into your house

Why don't we share our solitude?

Nothing is pure anymore but solitude

It's hard to make sense

Feels as if I'm sensing you

Through a lens

If someone else comes

I'll just sit here listening to the drums

Previously I never called it solitude

And probably you know

All the dirty shows I've put on

Blunted and exhausted like anyone

Honestly I tried to avoid it

Honestly

Back when we were kids, we would always know when to stop

And now all the good kids are

Messing up

Nobody has gained or

Accomplished anything

Música ao Domingo #11: Clã "Sexto andar"

Os Clã comemoram vinte anos de carreira e lançam uma colectânea com os seus vinte maiores êxitos, por isso, aqui fica uma das músicas que deles mais gosto.

Uma canção passou no rádio

E quando o seu sentido

Se parecia apagar

Nos ponteiros do relógio

Encontrou num sexto andar

Alguém que julgou

Que era para si

Em particular

Que a canção estava a falar

E quando a canção morreu

Na frágil onda do ar

Ninguém soube o que ela deu

O que ninguém

estava lá para dar

Um sopro um calafrio

Raio de sol num refrão

Um nexo enchendo o vazio

Tudo isso veio

Numa simples canção

Uma canção passou no rádio

Habitou um sexto andar

Música ao Domingo #10: Kasabian "Where Did All the Love Go?"

Never took a punch in the ribcage, sonny

Never met a soul who had no shrine

Keep this all in your mind and get it inside my window

What do we become trying to kill each other?

You're faking it son, gonna get you tonight

I suck another breath to the hearts of the revolution

Because you still ain't right

Where did all the love go?

I don't know, I don't know

(I bet you can't see it)

Where did all the love go?

I don't know, I don't know

(I bet you can't see it)

Can't see the signs of a real change a comin'?

Take another sip from your hobo's wine

Get yourself a million miles from the concrete jungle

This is a time full of fear, full of anger

A hero's exchange for a telephone line

Whatever happened to the youth of this generation

Because it still ain't right

Where did all the love go?

I don't know, I don't know

(I bet you can't see it)

Where did all the love go?

Now I don't know why, oh why

The rivers of the pavement are flowing now with blood

The children of the future are drowning in the flood

Where did all the love go?

Now I don't know why, oh why

In this social chaos there's violence in the air

Gotta keep your wits about you, be careful not to stare

Where did all the love go?

I don't know, I don't know

(I bet you can't see it)

Where did all the love go?

Now I don't know why, oh why

(I bet you can't see it)

Música ao Domingo #9: António Zambujo "A casa fechada"

Ontem coube a António Zambujo encerrar o Beja na Rua e anunciou que estará, na companhia de Miguel Araújo, a 27 e 28 de Outubro no Pax Julia - Teatro Municipal. Os bilhetes estarão à venda a partir da próxima semana. A não perder!

Aquela casa fechada

não tem vasos na entrada

nem se vê luz de uma vela

dizem que a casa está morta

já ninguém lhe bate à porta

nem se assoma na janela

Às vezes passam rapazes

para mostrar que são capazes

jogam pedras ao telhado

esse lar que ninguém quer

já foi de homem e mulher

antes de ser condenado

Aquela casa fechada

onde o sol tinha a morada

e entrava sem bater

já foi estimada por ti

noutros tempos que eu vivi

e não consigo esquecer

No dia em que tu partiste

a casa ficou tão triste

desde aí que não a vejo

fechei a porta da escada

fiz uma cruz na entrada

e mandei a chave ao Tejo

Música ao Domingo #8: Arcade Fire "Ready to Start"

Ontem foi dia de Arcarde Fire no NOS Alive'16 e, pelo que sei, foi um excelente concerto.

Businessmen drink my blood

Like the kids in art school said they would

And I guess I'll just begin again

You say you, can we still be friends

If I was scared

I would

And if I was bored

You know I would

And if I was yours

Well I'm not

All the kids have always known

That the emperor wears no clothes

But to bow to down to them anyway

Is better than being alone

If I was scared

I would

And if I was bored

You know I would

And if I was yours

But I'm not

Now you're knocking at my door

Saying please come out against tonight

But I would rather be alone

Than pretend I feel alright

If the businessmen drink my blood

Like the kids in art school said they would

Then I guess I'll just begin again

You say you can still be friends

If I was scared

I would

And if I was pure

You know I would

And if I was yours

But I'm not

Now I'm ready to start

If I was scared

I would

And if I was pure

You know I would

And if I was yours

But I'm not

Now I'm ready to start

Now I'm ready to start

I would rather be wrong

Than live in the shadows of your song

My mind is open wide

And now I'm ready to start

Now I'm ready to start

My mind is open wide

And now I'm ready to start

Your mind surely opened the door

To step out into the dark

Now I'm ready

Música ao Domingo #7: Radiohead "Burn the Witch"

Antecipando a presença dos Radiohead no NOS Alive'16, a 8 de Julho, aqui fica a sugestão para este Domingo:

Stay in the shadows

Cheer at the gallows

This is a round up

This is a low flying panic attack

Sing a song on the jukebox that goes

Burn the witch

Burn the witch

We know where you live

Red crosses on wooden doors

And if you float you burn

Loose talk around tables

Abandon all reason

Avoid all eye contact

Do not react

Shoot the messengers

This is a low flying panic attack

Sing the song of sixpence that goes

Burn the witch

Burn the witch

We know where you live

We know where you live

Música ao Domingo #6: Jamie Cullum "All at Sea"

A propósito da sua presença no Cascais Groove'16, aqui deixo o vídeo + letra de uma das músicas que mais gosto deste eterno puto com cara de menino, dedos electrizados e voz cativante.

I'm all at sea

Where no one can bother me

Forgot my roots

If only for a day

Just me and my thoughts

Sailing far away

Like a warm drink it seeps into my soul

Please just leave me right here on my own

Later on you could spend some time with me

If you want to, all at sea

I'm all at sea

Where no one can bother me

I sleep by myself

I drink on my own

I don't speak to nobody

I gave away my phone

Like a warm drink it seeps into my soul

Please just leave me right here on my own

Later on you could spend some time with me

If you want to, all at sea

Now I need you more than ever

I need you more than ever now

If you don't need it every day

But sometimes don't you just crave

To disappear within your mind

You never know what you might find

So come and spend some time with me

And we will spend it all at sea

Like a warm drink it seeps into my soul

Please just leave me right here on my own

Later on you could spend some time with me

If you want to, all at sea

Ooh, if you want to, all at sea

If you want to

Música ao Domingo #5: Regina Spektor "Dance Anthem of the 80's"

You are so sweet

Dancing to the beat

There's a meat market down the street

The boys and the girls watch each other eat

You are so sweet, so sweet

Dancing and moving to that beat, that beat

There's a meat market down the street

The boys and girls watch each other eat

The boys and the girls watch each other eat

When they really just wanna watch each other

Sleep

They want to watch, to watch each other sleep, sleep, sleep

Sleep

They want to watch, to watch each other sleep, sleep, sleep

You are so sweet

Once more

You are so sweet

Solo

I'm walking through the city like a drunk but not

With my slip showing a little like a drunk but not

And I am one of your people but the cars don't stop

And I am one of your people but the cars don't stop

It's been a long time since before I've been touched

Now I'm getting touched all the time

And it's only a matter of whom

And it's only a matter of when

An addiction, two hands and feet

There's a meat market down the street

The boys and girls watch each other eat

When they really just wanna watch each other sleep

An addiction, two hands and feet

There's a meat market down the street

The boys and girls watch each other eat

When they really just wanna watch each other

Sleep

They want to watch, to watch each other sleep, sleep, sleep

Sleep

They want to watch, to watch each other sleep, sleep, sleep

They want to watch, to watch each other sleep, sleep, sleep

They want to watch, to watch each other sleep, sleep, sleep

Música ao Domingo #4: Birdy "Wild Horses"

I'm a dreamer

But it's hard to sleep when your head's not in it

I've been restless

Cause you disappeared and that's all that's missing

The Earth is loose under my shoes

There's an angel

And he's shaped like you, and I thought I knew him

There's a window

And it's dark inside, but the light was in it

This can't be love if it hurts so much

I need to let go

I will survive and be the one who's stronger

I will not beg you to stay

I will move on and you should know I mean it

Wild horses run in me

I remember

How we danced so close, I would stand on your feet

And the phone calls

That would last all night, they were lifeboats to me

Our fading scars just shooting stars

They're here, then go

I will survive and be the one who's stronger

I will not beg you to stay

I will move on and you should know I mean it

Wild horses run in me

A human hurts, forgets how strong they are

And they get lost along the way, hey

It's not giving up, it's letting go

And moving to a better place

I will survive and be the one who's stronger

I will not beg you to stay

I will move on and you should know I mean it

Wild horses run in me

I will survive and be the one who's stronger

I will not beg you to stay

I will move on and you should know I mean it

Wild horses run in me

Música ao Domingo #3: Bloc Party "The Love Within"

Lord, give me grace and dancing feet

As I conquer all anxiety

The angel told me not to fear

The power tools in me

For I have learnt the way to pray

Like a missile growing tall now

Wind the past into a knot

And let the love consume us

Let the love consume us

Let the love consume us

Can you hear the stars now sing

Resounding in D major?

As the girl vibration resonates

And pulls us up towards her

Take your shoes off, feel the earth

Beneath your feet, respond to touch

And let our laughter now ring forth

As the love consumes us

The love within is moving upwards

Sweeter than any drug

The melody is taking over

Guide my hand through this path

Pull back the veil

Let your eyes meet this world

The love within is moving upwards

So don't you want to get high?

Don't you want to get high?

Don't you want to get high?

Don't you want to get

Don't you want to get high?

The love within is moving upwards

Sweeter than any drug

The melody is taking over

Guide my hand through this path

Pull back the veil

Let your eyes meet this world

The love within is moving upwards

So don't you want to get high?

Don't you want to get high?

Música ao Domingo #2: Beirut "Elephant Gun"

If I was young, I'd flee this town

I'd bury my dreams underground

As did I, we drink to die, we drink tonight

Far from home, elephant gun

Let's take them down one by one

We'll lay it down, it's not been found, it's not around

Let the seasons begin - when all was right and wrong

Let the seasons begin - take the big king down

Let the seasons begin - when all was right and wrong

Let the seasons begin - take the big king down

And it rips through the silence of our camp at night

And it rips through the night

And it rips through the silence of our camp at night

And it rips through the silence, all that is left is all that I hide

Música ao Domingo #1: David Fonseca "Hoje eu não sou"

Abre os olhos são 6 da tarde do dia que já passou,

acordei dentro de um corpo dormente tal e qual ao que se deitou,

hoje eu não sou

transparente tão ausente já esqueci tudo o que lembrei,

hoje eu não sou

quase nada, alma apagada e tenho tanto que ainda não tem,

saio de casa passo apressado mas não sei bem para onde vou,

sigo a calçada mas está desfocada tanta gente que aqui já passou

hoje eu não sou

quase morto, controlo remoto, sou boneco à tua mercê,

hoje eu não sou

de joelhos bola de espelhos dá-me luz mas nunca me vê,

hoje eu não sou

hoje eu não estou

sou um fantasma de um desejo

sou só uma boca sem o teu beijo

hoje eu não sou

hoje eu não estou

sou uma chaga sempre aberta,

e o teu abraço só me aperta onde eu não sou,

ponho dois pratos na mesa um retrato em que sorris para quem o tirou,

faço as perguntas, dou as respostas tu já foste eu ainda aqui estou,

hoje eu não sou

já deitado farol apagado, quarto escuro não sei de quem,

hoje eu não sou

uma prece só reconhece a tua voz e a de mais ninguém,

hoje eu não sou

hoje eu não estou

sou um fantasma de um desejo

sou só uma boca sem o teu beijo

hoje eu não sou

hoje eu não estou

...

onde estás no escuro eu não te vejo

tudo me faz lembrar de ti mas não te tenho