22 de junho de 2010

Desafio

Da Loopy chegou este simpático convite. Junto-me a ela e à Calisto. Espreitem-nos, digam de vossa justiça e deixem sugestões!

8 comentários:

  1. Outra sugestão: "Luiza" do Tom Jobim. :)

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  2. Muito obrigada, deep! Excelente sugestão :)

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  3. "eu nunca quis tê-la ao meu lado, num fim de semana, num chop gelado em Copacabana, andar pela praia até ao Leblun". é a Lígia, canta o Chico que penso, é também o compositor.

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  4. Obrigada, Via :) É mais uma excelente sugestão! Vou incluí-la, com os devidos "direitos de autor", claro ;) Continuação de uma excelente semana, de preferência, acompanhada de boas sonoridades!
    Abraço grato!

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  5. Numa de revivalismo e porque hoje ouvi o Summertime cantada por ela: Janis Joplin Cry baby
    http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eDIaDS9HhMw

    Cry Baby

    Cry-y-y ... ha ha ha ha ... baby, cry baby, cry baby,
    Welcome back home.

    I know she told you,
    I know she told you that she loved you
    Much more than I do,
    But I know she left you,
    And you swear that you just don't know why,
    Well, you know that I'll always be round
    If you ever want me
    Come on and cry, cry baby, cry baby, cry baby, yeah,
    Oh, like you always seem to do.

    Don't you know,
    Honey, nobody ever gonna love you
    The way I try to do.
    Who'll be willing to take your pain
    And all your heartache, too ?
    Honey, I swear I'll always, I'll always be around
    If you ever want me
    Come on and cry, cry baby, cry baby yeah, cry baby, yeah,
    Oh daddy, welcome back home, yeah.

    I know when you're sharp and round, babe,
    Seems like the grass always looks greener,
    When you're looking over there in somebody else's back-yard
    So I know what you're tryin' to tell me
    When you say, mama, mama, mama, mama, mama,
    I've gotta go out shopping for my life
    I've gotta find my, my own true third eye,
    Hare Krishna identity out there on the road there.

    And although it may be comfortable here
    Sleeping in all your nice bed with all those satin sheets
    And all that nice fur, eatin' all that chicken
    Gettin' stoned, havin' a good time I have to go and rough it
    I have to go to Africa
    Or I have to go to Omaha, or some place like that,
    I have to find myself, you know what I mean ?
    So there's this stud, man, walkin' around the fuckin' highways of America with a pack on his back
    Lookin' for his identity, right ?

    Well, I want to say baby don't you know you left your mama here all alone ?
    You left your good lovin' mama right at home
    And that should be identity enough for any man, ha ha ha!
    So I said baby, I know that you're gonna come home to me some day
    And I'll be able to tell when you walk in my front door
    I do, I just do believe that I can be lookin' in your eyes
    So Lord, you finally realize
    So you can put your head on my shoulder, babe,
    'Cause I know you got some more tears to share,
    Come on, let it go,
    So come on, come on, come on, come on, come on,
    Honey, cry, cry baby, cry baby, cry,

    Honey when you got some more tears to shed
    Honey I won't let a man stand in your way, babe,
    You have to snap all your fear from the door house away dear
    You just gotta let it go, baby, come on,
    Honey cry, oh, cry to me baby.

    Enjoy :)

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  6. Maravilhoso! Muitíssimo obrigada, Ana :) E, se for o caso, bom S.João! Se não, um muito bom dia na mesma! ;)

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  7. Ah! Agora já percebi! Esta lentidão mental... provisória, entenda-se :)
    "Sara", dos Fleetwood Mac... :) É um bocadinho pirosa, mas assim de repente foi o que me lembrei :). Lenta e egocentrada. Podia lá ser pior que isto... :(
    Beijo e parabéns pelo novo projecto!

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  8. Obrigada, amiga :) Resta a consoladora certeza de que se trata de um estado e não de um traço ;) Quanto à música, pois claro! Toca a incluí-la! :) Beijinho!

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