ABRUPTO

10:56 (JPP)

EARLY MORNING BLOGS / SONGS 59

Enquanto, um pouco por todo o lado, continua a chover ácido, eu fico-me pela fresca chuva.

Os leitores do Abrupto continuam a propor canções matinais. Há muitas em fila de espera, várias portuguesas, muitas inglesas, nenhuma em francês. Interessante esta desaparição do francês das letras de canções que se recordam. Injusta, aliás, porque há grande poesia matinal francesa, nas canções e na poesia propriamente dita. Se não houver outras sugestões para fazer entrar a “matin” na “early morning”, eu dou já um belo exemplo: o “Soleil du Matin”, de Verlaine

“Le soleil du matin doucement chauffe et dore
Les seigles et les blés tout humides encore,
Et l'azur a gardé sa fraîcheur de la nuit.
L'on sort sans autre but que de sortir ; on suit,
Le long de la rivière aux vagues herbes jaunes,
Un chemin de gazon que bordent de vieux aunes.
L'air est vif. Par moment un oiseau vole avec
Quelque fruit de la haie ou quelque paille au bec,
Et son reflet dans l'eau survit à son passage.

Mais le songeur aime ce paysage
Dont la claire douceur a soudain caressé
Son rêve de bonheur adorable, et bercé
Le souvenir charmant de cette jeune fille,
Blanche apparition qui chante et qui scintille,

Dont rêve le poète et que l'homme chérit,
Evoquant en ses voeux dont peut-être on sourit
La Compagne qu'enfin il a trouvée, et l'âme
Que son âme depuis toujours pleure et réclame.”

Passando para outro mundo, veja-se esta letra de Tom Waits (enviada por Abílio Carvalho), com um verso

“I’m watchin T.V. in
the window of a furniture store”

que parece tirado dum quadro de Hopper.

Cold Water (Mule Variations)

“Well I woke up this morning
with the cold water
with the cold water
with the cold water
Woke up this morning
with the cold water
with the cold water
with the cold

Police at the station
and they don’t look friendly
Well they don’t look friendly
Well they don’t look friendly
Police at the station
and the don’t look friendly
They don’t look friendly well
they don’t

Blind or crippled
Sharp or dull
I’m reading the bible
by a 40 watt bulb
What price freedom
Dirt is my rug
Well I sleep like a baby
with the snakes and the bugs

Well the stores are open
but I ain’t got no money
I ain’t got no money
Stores are open but I
Ain’t got no money, ain’t got no money
Well I ain’t

Found an old dog
and he seems to like me
seems to like me
Well he seems to like me
Found an old dog and he
seems to like me
seems to like me
well he seems

See them fellows
with the card board signs
scrapin up a little money
to buy a bottle of wine
Pregnant women and
the Vietnam vets I say
beggin on the freeway
Bout as hard as it gets

Well I slept in the graveyard
it was cool and still
cool and still
it was cool and still
Slept in the graveyard
it was cool and still
cool and still and it
was cool

Slept all night in the Cedar grove
I was born to ramble
born rove
Some men are searchin for
the holy grail
but there ain’t nothin sweeter
than ridin the rails

(Solo)

I look 47 but I’m 24
Well they shooed me away
from here the time before
Turned there their backs
and they locked their doors
I’m watchin T.V. in
the window of a furniture store

Well I woke up this morning
with the cold water
with the cold water
with the cold water
Woke up this morning
with the cold water
with the cold water
with the cold “

Francisco Manuel Calafate propõe duas sugestões que escapam às “letras de temas de Blues onde a manhã significa má disposição. Por isso trago aqui duas letras de dois herdeiros dos Blues que apresentam perspectivas bem diferentes.
É a paixão matinal, a mais bela, a que se contrapõe ao actual culto da "paixão" amnésica nocturna, embebida em álcool e nas chamadas drogas do amor, abafada e marcada pelo ritmo mecânico da batida tecno, resultante da sedução imagística, da conversa onde a palavra dá lugar á dança, ao gesto, ao hálito e ao perfume.
A 1ª do Bowie, é de 70´s e tem o seu tom mais surreal e algo neurótico. A música é ainda do tempo em que o som de Bowie não se tinha ainda sofisticado ao ponto de não se poder associar ao country e às harmonias melódicas típicas da Britânia Celta.
A 2ª é de uma fabulosa banda de Philadélphia, incompreensivelmente desconhecida fora de um círculo de cultores. Chamam-se G Love and Special Sauce e têm um som muito acústico, que mistura Folk e Blues com vocalizações e ritmos hip-hop interpretados com uma atitude muito Roqueira.”

In the Heat of the Morning (David Bowie)

"The blazing sunset in your eyes will tantalize
Every man who looks your way
I watched them sink before your gaze
Señorita sway
Dance with me before their frozen eyes
I'm so much in love
Like a little soldier catching butterflies

CHORUS
No man loved like I love you
Wouldn't you like to love me too
In the heat of the morning
In the shadow I'll clip your wings
And I'll tell you I love you
In the heat of the morning

I'll tie a knot in rainbow's end, organise the breeze
Light my candle from the sun
I'll give you daylight for a friend
I'll do all of these
I'll prove that it can be done, oh, I'm so much in love
Like the ragged boy who races with the wind

CHORUS

In the heat of the morning
In the shadow I'll clip your wings
And I'll tell you I love you
In the heat of the morning"

Gimme Some Lovin’ (G Love and Special Sauce)

“Gimme some lovin’ early in the morning
I just woke up with this appetite
Gimme some love in the morning light

Gimme some lovin’ early in the morning
I just woke up with this appetite
Gimme some love in the morning light

Some people like it in the afternoon
But I don’t think that I can wait that soon
Give me some love in the mornin light
Some people like it late at night
I could wait that long but I don’t think I might
Give me some lovin in the mornin light
I’m gonna love you soft and love you sweet
I can feel your heart beat
I need your attention to get me started right
I’m gonna wake you up with a kiss on the cheek
Come a little closer open up to me
Good morning baby good mornin baby
Open your eyes just a little bit
Good morning sunshine I can’t resist
Dreaming about you baby all through the night”

Bom dia, good morning Vietnam!