O meu bom velho amigo Anonymous Said, o meu pneumologista preferido, fez-me chegar hoje o original do "On the 4th of July". Por causa das tosses. Um bem-haja.
Sendo publicada a 5 de Julho será por isso uma versão serôdia mas, sendo a original, aqui fica, quanto mais não seja para efeitos de comparação.
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sábado, 5 de julho de 2008
sexta-feira, 4 de julho de 2008
On the 4th of July
Para hoje, feriado em Coimbra, uma canção do James Taylor.
Da cantora já aqui falei; Trijntje Oosterhuis. Não preciso de voltar a dizer o quanto gosto dela, apenas volto a dizer que só nos traz coisas boas.
E há ainda um simples e bonito solo de harmónica de Tommy Morgan. E depois, a cada 3º verso de cada refrão, há um cheirinho a Steely Dan no ar. Há ou não há?
On The 4th of July (J. Taylor)
Shall I tell it again how we started as friends
Who would run into one another now and again
At the Yippee Cai O or the Mesa Dupree,
Or a dozen different everyday places to be
I was loping alone living alone
We were ever so brave on the telephone
Would you care to come down for fireworks time
We could each just reach, we could step out of line
And the smell of the smoke and the lay of the land
And the feeling of finding one's heart in one's hand
And the tiny tin voice of the radio band
Singing "love must stand"
Love forever and ever must stand
Unbelievable you, impossible me
The fool who fell out of the family tree
The fellow that found the philosopher's stone
Deep underground like a dinosaur bone
Who fell into you at a quarter to two
With a tear in your eye for the Fourth of July
For the patriots and the minutemen
And the things you believe they believed in then
Such as freedom, and freedom's land
And the kingdom of God and the rights of man
With the tiny tin voice of the radio band
Singing "love must stand"
Love forever and ever must stand
And forever must stand.
Oh, the smell of the smoke as we lay on the land
And the feeling of finding my heart in my hand
And the tiny tin voice of the radio band
Singing "love must stand"
Love forever and ever must stand
All on the Fourth of July, on the Fourth of July.
Da cantora já aqui falei; Trijntje Oosterhuis. Não preciso de voltar a dizer o quanto gosto dela, apenas volto a dizer que só nos traz coisas boas.
E há ainda um simples e bonito solo de harmónica de Tommy Morgan. E depois, a cada 3º verso de cada refrão, há um cheirinho a Steely Dan no ar. Há ou não há?
On The 4th of July (J. Taylor)
Shall I tell it again how we started as friends
Who would run into one another now and again
At the Yippee Cai O or the Mesa Dupree,
Or a dozen different everyday places to be
I was loping alone living alone
We were ever so brave on the telephone
Would you care to come down for fireworks time
We could each just reach, we could step out of line
And the smell of the smoke and the lay of the land
And the feeling of finding one's heart in one's hand
And the tiny tin voice of the radio band
Singing "love must stand"
Love forever and ever must stand
Unbelievable you, impossible me
The fool who fell out of the family tree
The fellow that found the philosopher's stone
Deep underground like a dinosaur bone
Who fell into you at a quarter to two
With a tear in your eye for the Fourth of July
For the patriots and the minutemen
And the things you believe they believed in then
Such as freedom, and freedom's land
And the kingdom of God and the rights of man
With the tiny tin voice of the radio band
Singing "love must stand"
Love forever and ever must stand
And forever must stand.
Oh, the smell of the smoke as we lay on the land
And the feeling of finding my heart in my hand
And the tiny tin voice of the radio band
Singing "love must stand"
Love forever and ever must stand
All on the Fourth of July, on the Fourth of July.
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