Otis

Tracy Chapman

Sorry
Is all that you can say
Years gone by and still
Words don't come easily
Like sorry like sorry

Forgive me
Is all that you can say
Years gone by and still
Words don't come easily
Like forgive me forgive me

But you can't say baby
Baby can I hold you tonight
maybe if I told you the right words
At the right time you'd be mine

I love you
Is all that you can say
Years gone by and still
Words don't come easily
Like I love you I love you

But you can't say baby
Baby can I hold you tonight
Maybe if I told you the right words
at the right time you'd be mine

Baby can I hold you tonight
Maybe if I told you the right words
at the right time you'd be mine
You'd be mine
You'd be mine....

Partida

My Man

Paula Ribas



Billie Holiday



Sarah Vaughan



Barbra Streisand



My Man

(Jacques Charles, Channing Pollock, Albert Willemetz, and Maurice Yvain)


It cost me a lot
But there's one thing that I've got
It's my man
It's my man
Cold or wet
Tired, you bet
All of this I'll soon forget
With my man
He's not much on looks
He's no hero out of books
But I love him
Yes, I love him
Two or three girls
Has he
That he likes as well as me
But I love him
I don't know why I should
He isn't true
He beats me, too
What can I do?
Oh, my man, I love him so
He'll never know
All my life is just a spare
But I don't care
When he takes me in his arms
The world is bright
All right
What's the difference if I say
I'll go away
When I know I'll come back
On my knees someday
For whatever my man is
I'm his forevermore

Joe Cocker

With A Little Help From My Friends

(John Lennon and Paul McCartney

What would you think if I sang out of tune?
Would you stand up and walk out on me?
Lend me your ears and I'll sing you a song,
And I'll try not to sing out of key.
Oh, I get by with a little help from my friends,
Mm, I get high with a little help from my friends,
Mm, Gonna try with a little help from my friends.
What do I do when my love is away?
(does it worry you to be alone?)
How do I feel by the end of the day?
(are you sad because you're on your own?)
No, I get by with a little help from my friends,
Mm, I get high with a little help from my friends,
Mm, Gonna try with a little help from my friends
Do you need anybody?
I need somebody to love.
Could it be anybody?
I want somebody to love.
Would you believe in a love at first sight?
Yes I'm certain that it happens all the time.
What do you see when you turn out the light?
I can't tell you, but I know it's mine.
Oh, I get by with a little help from my friends,
Mm, I get high with a little help from my friends,
Mm, Gonna try with a little help from my friends.
Do you need anybody?
I just need someone to love,
Could it be anybody?
I want somebody to love.
Oh, I get by with a little help from my friends,
Mm, gonna try with a little help from my friends.
Oh, I get high with a little help from my friends,
Yes, I get by with a little help from my friends,
With a little help from my friends.

Ray

Rádio Mindelo

O álbum Rádio Mindelo reúne as primeiras gravações de Cesária Évora, com 20 anos, no início dos anos 60.  São registros provenientes de sessões organizadas pela Rádio Barlavento no Mindelo. 

Cesária Évora

 

Summer of '42

Summer of '42

You've Got a Friend

You've Got a Friend
(Carole King)


When you're down and troubled
And you need some loving care
And nothing, nothing is going right
Close your eyes and think of me
And soon I will be there
To brighten up even your darkest night

You just call out my name
And you know wherever I am
I'll come running to see you again
Winter, spring, summer or fall
All you have to do is call
And I'll be there
You've got a friend

If the sky above you
Grows dark and full of clouds
And that old north wind begins to blow
Keep your head together
And call my name out loud
Soon you'll hear me knocking at you door

You just call out my name
And you know wherever I am
I'll come running to see you again
Winter, spring, summer or fall
All you have to do is call
And I'll be there

Ain't it good to know that you've got a friend
When people can be so cold
They'll hurt you, and desert you
And take your soul if you let them

You just call out my name
And you know wherever I am
I'll come running to see you again
Winter, spring, summer or fall
All you have to do is call
And I'll be there
You've got a friend
You've got a friend

Ain't it good to know you've got a friend
Ain't it good to know you've got a friend

Victor Jara

Yo no canto por cantar
ni por tener buena voz,
canto porque la guitarra
tiene sentido y razón.

Tiene corazón de tierra
y alas de palomita,
es como el agua bendita
santigua glorias y penas.

Aquí se encajó mi canto
como dijera Violeta
guitarra trabajadora
con olor a primavera.

Que no es guitarra de ricos
ni cosa que se parezca
mi canto es de los andamios
para alcanzar las estrellas,
que el canto tiene sentido
cuando palpita en las venas
del que morirá cantando
las verdades verdaderas,
no las lisonjas fugaces
ni las famas extranjeras
sino el canto de una lonja
hasta el fondo de la tierra.

Ahí donde llega todo
y donde todo comienza
canto que ha sido valiente
siempre será canción nueva.

Victor Jara

(Chile, 28setembro1932 - 16setembro1973)

Faltando um pedaço

Faltando um Pedaço
Djavan

O amor é um grande laço, um passo pr'uma armadilha
Um lobo correndo em círculos pra alimentar a matilha
Comparo sua chegada com a fuga de uma ilha:
Tanto engorda quanto mata feito desgosto de filha

O amor é como um raio galopando em desafio
Abre fendas cobre vales, revolta as águas dos rios
Quem tentar seguir seu rastro se perderá no caminho
Na pureza de um limão ou na solidão do espinho
O amor e a agonia cerraram fogo no espaço
Brigando horas a fio, o cio vence o cansaço
E o coração de quem ama fica faltando um pedaço
Que nem a lua minguando, que nem o meu nos seus braços

A Whiter Shade of Pale

A Whiter Shade of Pale - Procol Harum



We skipped the light Fandango
Turned cartwheels 'cross the floor
I was feeling kind of seasick
But the crowd called out for more
The room was humming harder
As the ceiling flew away
When we called out for another drink
The waiter brought a tray

And so it was later
As the Miller told his tale
That her face, at first just ghostly
Turned a whiter shade of pale

She said there is no reason
And the truth is plain to see
But I wandered through my playing cards
And would not let her be
One of sixteen vestal virgins
Who were leaving for the coast
And although my eyes were open
They might just as well've been closed

And so it was that later
As the Miller told his tale
That her face, at first just ghostly
Turned a whiter shade of pale, turned a whiter shade of pale
Turned a whiter shade of pale, turned a whiter shade of pale

And so it was....

Brel

La Chanson des Vieux Amants

Jacques Brel

Bien sûr, nous eûmes des orages
Vingt ans d’amour, c’est l’amour fol
Mille fois tu pris ton bagage
Mille fois je pris mon envol
Et chaque meuble se souvient
Dans cette chambre sans berceau
Des éclats des vieilles tempêtes
Plus rien ne ressemblait à rien
Tu avais perdu le goût de l’eau
Et moi celui de la conquête

Mais mon amour
Mon doux, mon tendre, mon merveilleux amour
De l’aube claire jusqu’à la fin du jour
Je t’aime encore, tu sais, je t’aime

Moi, je sais tous tes sortilèges
Tu sais tous mes envoûtements
Tu m’as gardé de pièges en pièges
Je t’ai perdue de temps en temps
Bien sûr tu pris quelques amants
Il fallait bien passer le temps
Il faut bien que le corps exulte
Finalement, finalement
Il nous fallut bien du talent
Pour être vieux sans être adultes

Oh, mon amour
Mon doux, mon tendre, mon merveilleux amour
De l’aube claire jusqu’à la fin du jour
Je t’aime encore, tu sais, je t’aime

Et plus le temps nous fait cortège
Et plus le temps nous fait tourment
Mais n’est-ce pas le pire piège
Que vivre en paix pour des amants
Bien sûr tu pleures un peu moins tôt
Je me déchire un peu plus tard
Nous protégeons moins nos mystères
On laisse moins faire le hasard
On se méfie du fil de l’eau
Mais c’est toujours la tendre guerre

Oh, mon amour...
Mon doux, mon tendre, mon merveilleux amour
De l’aube claire jusqu’à la fin du jour
Je t’aime encore, tu sais, je t’aime.

Os Rocks

Chico

 

Retrato Em Branco e Preto

Composição: Chico Buarque e Tom Jobim

Já conheço os passos dessa estrada

Sei que não vai dar em nada

Seus segredos sei de cor

Já conheço as pedras do caminho

E sei também que ali sozinho

Eu vou ficar, tanto pior

O que é que eu posso contra o encanto

Desse amor que eu nego tanto

Evito tanto

E que no entanto

Volta sempre a enfeitiçar

Com seus mesmos tristes velhos fatos

Que num álbum de retratos

Eu teimo em colecionar

Lá vou eu de novo como um tolo

Procurar o desconsolo

Que cansei de conhecer

Novos dias tristes, noites claras

Versos, cartas, minha cara

Ainda volto a lhe escrever

Pra lhe dizer que isso é pecado

Eu trago o peito tão marcado

De lembranças do passado

E você sabe a razão

Vou colecionar mais um soneto

Outro retrato em branco e preto

A maltratar meu coração. 

Cize

Partida

Nha cretcheu djàm s'tá parti
Oi partida sô bô podia separa-no
Nha cretcheu lavantá pàm bem braçobo
Lavantá pà' m bem beija-bo
Pàm cariciá-bo ess bô face.

S'el ta sirvi pa levá'l
Mài ta sirvi pa transportà'l
Caminho longe, séparação
Ess sofrimento nh'amor pa bô
Oi partida bô levà'l 

Bô ta tornà trazè'l.

Oi madrugada imagem di nh'alma
Ma nha cretcheu entrega-me sês lagrimas
Pàm ca sofrê nem tchorá
Ess sofrimento ca è sô pa mim
Oi partida bô ê um dor profundo.
Nha cretcheu ja`m s`ta ta parti
Oi partida bô ê um dor profundo.

Cesária Évora

(Mindelo, Cabo Verde, 27agosto1941 - Mindelo, Cabo Verde, 17dezembro2011)

John

Imagine

Imagine there's no heaven
It's easy if you try
No hell below us
Above us only sky
Imagine all the people
Living for today
Imagine there's no countries
It isn't hard to do
Nothing to kill or die for
And no religion too
Imagine all the people
Living life in peace
You may say
I'm a dreamer
But I'm not the only one
I hope some day
You'll join us
And the world will be as one
Imagine no possessions
I wonder if you can
No need for greed or hunger
A brotherhood of man
Imagine all the people
Sharing all the world
You may say,
I'm a dreamer
But I'm not the only one
I hope some day
You'll join us
And the world will live as one

John Winston Lennon
(Liverpool, 09outubro1940 - Nova Iorque, 08dezembro1980)

I've Got Dreams To Remember

Otis Redding

I've got dreams

Dreams to remember

I've got dreams

Dreams to remember

Honey I saw you there last night

Another man' s arms holding you tight

Nobody knows what I feeled inside

All I know, I walked away and cried

I've got dreams

Dreams to remember

[Listen to me] I've got dreams, rough dreams

Dreams to remember

I know you said he was just a friend

But I saw him kiss you again and again

These eyes of mine, they don't fool me

Why did he hold you so tenderly?

I've got dreams

Dreams to remember

[Listen honey] I've got dreams

Dreams, rough dreams

Dreams to remember

I still want you to stay

I still love you anyway

I still don't want you to ever leave

Girl, you just satisfy me! [Ooh-Wee!]

I know you said he was just a friend

But I saw you kiss him again and again

These eyes of mine, they don't fool me

Why did he hold you so tenderly?

I've got dreams

Dreams to remember

[Listen to me mama]

I've got dreams

Dreams, bad dreams

Dreams, rough dreams

To remember

Don't make me suffer

Dreams, bad dreams

Dreams, rough dreams

To remember

Otis Redding (9setembro1941 - 10dezembro1967)

Eleutério

Pinturas de Eleutério Sanches

Canção do Subúrbio

Cubatas velhas
vermelhas
do solo velho
vermelho,
e a chuva tamborilando
por cima do zinco velho
e a minha velha
lavando
na velha celha
cantando
já não há mais folhas secas
sobre o zinco das cubatas,
umas o vento as levou
outras são velhas canoas
sobre as vermelhas lagoas,
que a chuva improvisou
e onde o neto da Ximinha
xapinha contente e nu

Eleutério Rodrigues de Sá e Sanches
(Luanda, Angola, 29 setembro 1935)

Bécaud

Et maintenant

Letra: Pierre Delanoë

Música: Gilbert Bécaud

Et maintenant que vais-je faire
De tout ce temps que sera ma vie
De tous ces gens qui m'indiffèrent
Maintenant que tu es partie
Toutes ces nuits, pour quoi pour qui
Et ce matin qui revient pour rien
Ce cœur qui bat, pour qui, pour quoi
Qui bat trop fort, trop fort
Et maintenant que vais-je faire
Vers quel néant glissera ma vie
Tu m'as laissé la terre entière
Mais la terre sans toi c'est petit
Vous, mes amis, soyez gentils
Vous savez bien que l'on n'y peut rien
Même Paris crève d'ennui
Toutes ses rues me tuent
Et maintenant que vais-je faire
Je vais en rire pour ne plus pleurer
Je vais brûler des nuits entières
Au matin je te haïrai
Et puis un soir dans mon miroir
Je verrai bien la fin du chemin
Pas une fleur et pas de pleurs
Au moment de l'adieu
Je n'ai vraiment plus rien à faire
Je n'ai vraiment plus rien ...