Hoje especial sexta feira, dia de boteco, e nada melhor do que bandas com um certo ar etílico, hehehe neste caso é uma livre associação que faço de bandas que me remtem à muitas hora numa mesa ou balcão tomando todas, bandas com certo ar de bourbon e ambientes esfumaçadas, wolfgang Press, Nick Cave, Tindersticks, Tom waits, Pj Harvey, Screaming Trees ou mesmo seu vocalista Mark Lanegan, Johnny Cash e alguns outros mais, que agora fogem-me à memória e sabe-se deus lá porquê as músicas deste povo sempre me lembram este tipo de ambiente e parecem encaixar perfeitamente no cenário de fermentados e destilados (para quem quiser ir num bacana segue a dica:das batidas, ali em Pinheiros ( em Sampa basin city) bem atrás da igreja de Nossa Senhora de Montserrat boteco este mais conhecido como .... ** do padre { "fiantã" seria um eufemismo ? hehehehe) então é isso ....hoje é dia de manguaça .... lembre-se :embriague-se com moderação.... se conseguir.
À título de curiosidade o vídeo dos bad seeds (The Wepping Song) é da época em que o Nick Cave morou por aqui outro detalhe é que a música da Pj Harvey é um repeteco no "letra de domingo" e nem todos os vídeos referem-se às letras aqui reproduzidas .... ...
Banda: wolfgang Press
Música: Going South
Peace and love - a phoney kind of blubber
My instincts tell me to crash
You've got salt emissions and you know how to use them
I somesow think this won't last
So I'm moving south
To the great unknown
Yeah I'm moving south
Where the head unloads
You've got a reason
Some funky little demons
Telling me that life is a gas
You're a deconstruction a euphemism nothing
Motown gives it a blast
So I'm moving south
To the great unknown
Yeah I'm going south
Where the head unloads
Called my brother - he said I need a lawyer
And my life is sinking at best
Called my brother - he said I've just become
A moaner who lives in the past
You've got a vision
Some funky little 'isms
Telling me that life is a gas
Your misconception is a pitiful expression
It's something I'll never possess
So I'm moving south
To the great unknown
Yeah I'm moving south
Where the head unloads
Peace and love - a phoney kind of blubber
My instincts tell me to crash
You've got salt emissions and you know how to use them
I somesow think this won't last
So I'm moving south
To the great unknown
Yeah I'm moving south
Where the head unloads
Banda: Tindersticks
Música: El diablo en el ojo
I wouldn't shut your eyes just yet
I wouldn't turn the lights down yet
'Cos there's things you've gotta see here
There's things you've gotta believe of me
I wouldn't turn the sound down yet
Don't even touch the dials, not yet
'Cos there's things you've gotta hear here
There's things you've gotta believe of me
I wouldn't say a word just yet
Don't even open your mouth, not yet
'Cos there's things I've gotta say here
There's things you wanna hear from me
cantor: Tom waits
Música: Hold On
Tom Waits - Hold On
They hung a sign up in out town
"if you live it up, you won't
live it down"
So, she left Monte Rio, son
Just like a bullet leaves a gun
With charcoal eyes and Monroe hips
She went and took that California trip
Well, the moon was gold, her
Hair like wind
She said don't look back just
Come on Jim
(Chorus)
Oh you got to
Hold on, Hold on
You got to hold on
Take my hand, I'm standing right here
You gotta hold on
Well, he gave her a dimestore watch
And a ring made from a spoon
Everyone is looking for someone to blame
But you share my bed, you share my name
Well, go ahead and call the cops
You don't meet nice girls in coffee shops
She said baby, I still love you
Sometimes there's nothin left to do
Oh you got to
Hold on, hold on
You got to hold on
Take my hand, I'm standing right here, you got to
Just hold on.
Well, God bless your crooked little heart St. Louis got the best of me
I miss your broken-china voice
How I wish you were still here with me
Well, you build it up, you wreck it down
You burn your mansion to the ground
When there's nothing left to keep you here, when
You're falling behind in this
Big blue world
Oh you go to
Hold on, hold on
You got to hold on
Take my hand, I'm standing right here
You got to hold on
Down by the Riverside motel,
It's 10 below and falling
By a 99 cent store she closed her eyes
And started swaying
But it's so hard to dance that way
When it's cold and there's no music
Well your old hometown is so far away
But, inside your head there's a record
That's playing, a song called
Hold on, hold on
You really got to hold on
Take my hand, I'm standing right here
And just hold on.
Banda:Nick Cave
Música: Do you love me?"
I found her on a night of fire and noise
Wild bells rang in a wild sky
I knew from that moment on
I'd love her till the day that I died
And I kissed away a thousand tears
My lady of the Various Sorrows
Some begged, some borrowed, some stolen
Some kept safe for tomorrow
On an endless night, silver star spangled
The bells from the chapel went jingle-jangle
She was given to me to put things right
And I stacked all my accomplishments beside her
Still I seemed so obselete and small
I found God and all His devils insider her
In my bed she cast the blizzard out
A mock sun blazed upon her head
So completely filled with light she was
Her shadow fanged and hairy and mad
Our love-lines grew hopelessly tangled
And the bells from the chapel went jingle-jangle
She had a heartful of love and devotion
She had a mindful of tyranny and terror
Well, I try, I do, I really try
But I just err, baby, I do, I error
So come and find me, my darling one
I'm down to the grounds, the very dregs
Ah, here she comes, blocking the sun
Blood running down the inside of her legs
The moon in the sky is battered and mangled
And the bells from the chapel go jingle-jangle
All things move toward their end
I knew before I met her that I would lose her
I swear I made every effort to be good to her
I swear I made every effort not to abuse her
Crazy bracelets on her wrists and her ankles
And the bells from the chapel went jingle-jangle
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0GSjj9y0rmo
Cantora: PJ Harvey
Música: Down By The Water
I lost my heart under the bridge
To that little girl
So much to me
And now I moan
And now I holler
She'll never know
Just what I found
That blue eyed girl (That blue eyed girl)
She said "no more" (She said "no more")
That blue eyed girl (That blue eyed girl)
Became blue eyed whore (Big blue eyed whore)
Down by the water (Down by the water)
I took her hand (I took her hand)
Just like my daughter (Just like my daughter)
See her again (See her again)
Oh help me jesus
Come through this storm
I had to lose her
To do her harm
I heard her holler (I heard her holler)
I heard her moan (I heard her moan)
My lovely daughter (My lovely daughter)
I took her home (I took her home)
Little fish, big fish, swimming in the water.
Come back here, man, gimme my daughter.
Little fish, big fish, swimming in the water.
Come back here, man, gimme my daughter.
Little fish, big fish, swimming in the water.
Come back here, man, gimme my daughter.
Little fish, big fish, swimming in the water.
Come back here, man, gimme my daughter.
Little fish, big fish, swimming in the water.
Come back here, man, gimme my daughter.
Little fish, big fish, swimming in the water.
Come back here, man, gimme my daughter.
Little fish, big fish, swimming in the water.
Come back here, man, gimme my daughter.
Little fish, big fish, swimming in the water.
Come back here, man, gimme my daughter.
Cantor: Mark Lanegan
Música: Ugly Sunday
I feel your blood run cold
And it's a rainy Sunday morning
I count the million miles I'm driftin'
From here, to hell
Today
Behind their windows people stare
Can't recognize the kindness there
Just prayers for drownin' ships at sea
None for me
And you
It'll take a hard rain to wash your taste away
Still I wish there was a reason left to stay
I'm drunk half blind
And it's an ugly Sunday morning
The wind arrives with the clouds refusing to break
Apart, like me
Why if all the world's stopped turnin'
How can all this rain keep fallin'
Washin' me a million miles away
From you
Why if I'm so alone now
Is it getting hard, to say goodbye now
Goodbye now
Banda: Screaming Trees
Música: Bed Of Roses
Where do you stand when it's all over
Washed from the earth
And down to the sea
Do you lie in a bed of roses
Are you still aware
I guess that you don't care about it now
I see your shadow knocking at my door
All plastic face and shaking hands
Now how much space could ever hold your here
Are you still aware
I guess that you don't care about it now
Where do you stand when it's all over
Washed from the earth
And down to the sea
Do you lie in a bed of roses
Are you still aware
I guess that you don't care about it now
Are you still aware
I guess that you don't care about it now
http://www.anti.com
http://www.creativecommons.org.br
Comentário atual: Simplesmente não beba à toa ... e se for dirigir.. Vale à pena demais ouvir Personal Jesus do Depeche Mode na voz e arranjo do cavaleiro negro e tabém Mercy Seat do Nick Cave,... enfim muitos sons bacanas pra vocês... mas uma triste constatação a morte do sócio do ** do padre... conheço este boteco desde a infãncia, e tomei conhecimento etílico dele em meados dos anos 80 ... realmente uma pena...
Nick Cave - The Weeping Song
Screaming Trees - Nearly Lost You
Nick Cave & Pj Harvey - Henry Lee
PJ Harvey - A Perfect Day Elise
PJ Harvey / Who the fuck
Nick Cave
Nick Cave And The Bad Seeds-Into My Arms
