terça-feira, 30 de junho de 2009

Galaxy (O Jogo Acabado / "Fighting Spirit")


Internet é realmente uma loucura, cada vez mais fico maravilhado e enlouquecido com a grande quantidade de oportunidades existentes. Sempre encontro coisas que procuro, acho outras que nem estavam na minha busca, tenho boas surpresas e outras nem tanto, muito lixo, as pessoas postam qualquer coisa, o que querem - talvez até eu mesmo! E em uma destas buscas encontro quem sempre está no ar - Madonna, claro! - com a letra de
"Fighting Spirit"; diz muito do que está no meu momento. Música para mim traduz sentimentos vários, sejam os bons ou não e adaptei esta canção para minha realidade que dizem passageira mas vou vivendo o só por agora, sempre mantendo o espírito lutador do amor, ou como você vai jogar quando o jogo tiver acabado?

Fighting Spirit

What you gonna do when your love is gone?
Who you gonna play when the game has ended?
Where you gonna go when the bird has flown?
How you gonna play when you're all alone?

Keep the fighting spirit of love
Keep the fighting spirit of love

What you gonna do when you're on your own?
What you gonna have when you got no place to call your own?
What you gonna try when your cover is blown?
How you gonna fly when your wings are broken?

Keep the fighting spirit of love
Keep the fighting spirit of love
Keep the fighting spirit of love

Don't let it get you down
Keep the fighting spirit
And turn your head around
Don't let it take you in
Keep the fighting spirit
And you'll begin again

Keep the fighting spirit of love
Keep the fighting spirit of love
Keep the fighting spirit of love
Keep the fighting spirit of love






Souza Cruz S.A.

segunda-feira, 29 de junho de 2009

Dallas (Post Minimalista 33 / "Amanhã é 23")


Post minimalista - informação e pouco texto - música do Kid Abelha, "Amanhã é 23".

As vezes o que o tempo nos dá são marcas no rosto e cabelos brancos.

Amanhã é 23

Composição: George Israel/Paula Toller

As entradas do meu rosto
E os meus cabelos brancos
Aparecem a cada ano
No final de um mês de Agosto...

Há vinte anos você nasceu
Ainda guardo um retrato antigo
Mas agora que você cresceu
Não se parece nada comigo...

Esse seu ar de tristeza
Alimenta a minha dor
Tua pose de princesa
De onde você tirou...

Amanhã! Amanhã!
Amanhã! Amanhã!...

Amanhã é 23
São 8 dias para o fim do mês
Faz tanto tempo
Que eu não te vejo
Queria o seu beijo
Outra vez...

Há vinte anos você nasceu
Ainda guardo um retrato antigo
Mas agora que você cresceu
Não se parece nada comigo...

Esse seu ar de tristeza
Alimenta a minha dor
Tua pose de princesa
De onde você tirou...

Amanhã! Amanhã!
Amanhã! Amanhã!...

Amanhã é 23
São 8 dias para o fim do mês
Faz tanto tempo
Que eu não te vejo
Queria o seu beijo
Outra vez...(2x)

Amanhã é 23
Faltam 8 dias prá acabar o mês
Faz tanto tempo
Que eu não te vejo
Queria o seu beijo
Outra vez...




PHILLIP MORRIS BRASIL INDÚSTRIA E COMÉRCIO LTDA

domingo, 28 de junho de 2009

Derby Menthol (Bye Michael! / "They Don't Care About Us")



Momentos são assim, coisas acontecem, fatos! E os envolvidos? Como estão se relacionando? Se forem positivos os acontecimentos, ok! Se não, ... problema a vista. Se estiver em situação em desvantagem, complica mais ainda, na verdade, Michael tinha razão - eles não se preocupam conosco - este é o sentimento dos que precisam: de amor, de $, de alimentação, de saúde, de trabalho, de apoio, de oportunidade.

Me incluo.
Bye Michael!

They Don't Care About Us

Composição: Michael Jackson

Skin head
Dead head
Everybody
Gone bad
Situation
Aggravation
Everybody
Allegation
In the suite
On the news
Everybody
Dog food
Bang bang
Shock dead
Everybody's
Gone mad

All I wanna say is that
They don’t really care about us
All I wanna say is that
They don’t really care about us

Beat me
Hate me
You can never
Break me
Will me
Thrill me
You can never
Kill me
Jew me
Sue me
Everybody
Do me
Kick me
Kike me
Don’t you
Black or white me

All I wanna say is that
They don’t really care about us
All I wanna say is that
They don’t really care about us

Tell me what has become of my life
I have a wife and two children who love me
I am the victim of police brutality, no
I'm tired of bein' the victim of hate
Your rapin’ me of my pride
Oh for God's sake
I look to heaven to fulfill its prophecy
Set me free

Skinhead
Deadhead
Everybody
Gone bad
Trepidation
Speculation
Everybody
Allegation
In the suite
On the news
Everybody
Dog food
Black man
Black mail
Throw the brother
In jail

All I wanna say is that
They don't really care about us
All I wanna say is that
They don't really care about us

Tell me what has become of my rights
Am I invisible 'cause you ignore me
Your proclamation promised me free liberty, no
I'm tired of bein' the victim of shame
They're throwin' me in a class with a bad name
I can't believe this is the land from which I came
You know I really do hate to say it
The government don't wanna see
But if Roosevelt was livin'
He wouldn't let this be, no, no

Skinhead
Deadhead
Everybody
Gone bad
Situation
Speculation
Everybody
Litigation
Beat me
Bash me
You can never
Trash me
Hit me
Kick me
You can never
Get me

All I wanna say is that
They don’t really care about us
All I wanna say is that
They don’t really care about us

Some things in life they just don’t wanna see
But if Martin Luther was livin'
He wouldn't let this be, no, no, no, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Skin head
Dead head
Everybody's
Gone bad
Situation
Segregation
Everybody
Allegation
In the suite
On the news
Everybody
Dog food
Kick me
Kike me
Don't you
Wrong or right me

(They keep me on fire)
All I wanna say is that
They don’t really care about us
(They keep me on fire)
All I wanna say is that
They don’t really care about us
(I’m there to remind you)
All I wanna say is that
They don’t really care about us
All I wanna say is that
They don’t really care about
All I wanna say is that
They don’t really care about
All I wanna say is that
They don’t really care about us





Souza Cruz S.A.

Ritz ExtraSuave (Nostalgia Elvis Presley / "Fever")



Neste momento de perdas que se interligam em épocas passadas, lembrei Elvis Presley a quem já fiz homenagem em post passado, mas encontrei este vídeo no YouTube e resolvi colocá-lo. A letra não virá pois a mesma já apareceu em post sobre Madonna, uma das muitas que gravaram esta música e assim como os outros, imprimiu sensualidade como sua marca, porque Elvis, you makes me Fever!





Souza Cruz S.A.

777 (O Jeito é Orar / "I Say A Little Prayer For You")



Tem dias como o de hoje em que eu acordo e o único jeito é orar, orar muito, talvez seja a saída que restou.


I Say A Little Prayer For You

Composição: Diana King - Dionne Warwick

The moment I wake up
Before I put on my make up
I say a little prayer for you
While combing my hair now,
And wondering what dress to wear now,
I say a little prayer for you

(Chorus)
Forever, and ever, you'll stay in my heart
and I will love you
Forever, and ever, we never will part
Oh, how I love you
Together, forever, that's how it must be
To live without you
Would only meen heartbreak for me.

I run for the bus, dear,
While riding I think of us, dear,
I say a little prayer for you.
At work I just take time
And all through my coffee break time,
I say a little prayer for you.

(Chorus)
Forever, and ever, you'll stay in my heart
and I will love you
Forever, and ever we never will part
Oh, how I'll love you
Together, forever, that's how it must be
To live without you
Would only mean heartbreak for me.

I say a little prayer for you

I say a little prayer for you

My darling believe me, ( beleive me)
For me there is no one but you!
Please love me too (answer his pray)
And I'm in love with you (answer his pray)
Answer my prayer now babe (answer his pray)

(Chorus)
Forever, and ever, you'll stay in my heart
and I will love you
Forever, and ever we never will part
Oh, how I'll love you
Together, forever,that's how it must be
To live without you
Would only mean heartbreak for me (oooooooooh)




FENTON IND. E COM. DE CIGARROS IMP EXP LTDA

sábado, 27 de junho de 2009

Free Red (Bye Michael! / "Billie Jean")



Sábado à noite, o primeiro sem Michael, se for para rua, lembre-se: "Don't go around breaking young girl's hearts".

Bye Michael!

Billie Jean

Composição: Michael Jackson

She was more like a beauty queen
From a movie scene
I said: Don't mind, but what do you mean
I am the one
Gonna dance on the floor in the round
She said I am the one
Gonna dance on the floor in the round

She told me her name was Billie Jean
As she caused a scene
Then every head turned with eyes
That dreamed of being the one
Gonna dance on the floor in the round

People always told me be careful of what you do
Don't go around breaking young girl's hearts
And mother always told me
Be careful of who you love
Be careful of what you do
'Cause the lie becomes the truth

CHORUS:
Billie Jean is not my lover
She's just a girl who claims that I am the one
But the kid is not my son
She says I am the one, but the kid is not my son

For forty days and forty nights
The law was on her side
But who can stand when she's in demand
Her schemes and plans
Gonna dance on the floor in the round
So take my strong advice,
Just remember to always think twice
(Do think twice)

She told my baby that's a threat
As she looked at me
Then showed a photo of a baby cries
Eyes would like mine
Gonna dance on the floor in the round, baby

People always told me be careful of what you do
And don't go around breaking young girl's hearts
She came and stood right by me
Then the smell of sweet perfume
This happened much too soon
She called me to her room

CHORUS:
Billie Jean is not my lover
She's just a girl who claims that I am the one
But the kid is not my son
Billie Jean is not my lover
She's just a girl who claims that I am the one
But the kid is not my son
She says I am the one
But the kid is not my son

She says I am the one
But the kid is not my son

CHORUS:
Billie Jean is not my lover
She's just a girl who claims that I am the one
But the kid is not my son
She says I am the one
But the kid is not my son
She says I am the one
She says he is my son
She says I am the one
Billie Jean is not my lover ...







Souza Cruz S.A.

Camel (Bye Michael! / "Human Nature")



Desde que soube da partida de Michael Jackson que vejo seus clips no YouTube e relembro sempre uma época diferente de minha vida. Viajo nas lembranças, me transporto para outros tempos ... . Creio que ainda irá durar; ele deixou uma vastíssima obra, músicas maravilhosas que embalaram muitos momentos de todos nós.


Bye Michael!

Human Nature

Composição: Michael Jackson

Looking out
Across the nighttime
The city winks a sleepless eye
Hear her voice
Shake my window
Sweet seducing sighs

Get me out
Into the nighttime
Four walls won't hold me tonight
If this town
Is just an apple
Then let me take a bite

If they say --
Why, why, tell 'em that it's human nature
Why, why, does he do me that way
If they say --
Why, why, tell 'em that it's human nature
Why, why does he do me that way

Reaching out
To touch a stranger
Electric eyes are ev'rywhere
See that girl
She knows I'm watching
She likes the way I stare

If they say --
Why, why, tell 'em that it's human nature
Why, why, does he do me that way
If they say --
Why, why, tell 'em that it's human nature
Why, why does he do me that way

I like lovin' this way
I like lovin' this way

Looking out
Across the morning
Where the city's heart begins to beat
Reaching out
I touch her shoulder
I'm dreaming of the street

If they say --
Why, why, tell 'em that it's human nature
Why, why, does he do me that way
If they say --
Why, why, tell 'em that it's human nature
Why, why does he do me that way




Souza Cruz S.A.

L&M (Bye Michael! / "Beat It")



Estou em um momento nostalgia após os últimos acontecimentos. A partida de Farrah Fawcett e Michael Jackson representa o fim de uma época, de sinal que os tempos estão passando, nossos ídolos envelheceram e estão começando a morrer. Pode parecer um tanto nebulosa a forma como digo, mas vejo pelo lado do reconhecimento, da constatação dos fatos, é isto e pronto! O que fica é a sua obra, trabalhos que muito nos emocionaram e entreteram; e quem, com mais de 30, não estalou os dedos dançando "Beat It" ?


Beat It

Composição: Michael Jackson

They told him don't you ever come around here
Don't wanna see your face, you better disappear
The fire's in their eyes and their words are really clear
So beat it, just beat it

You better run, you better do what you can
Don't wanna see no blood, don't be a macho man
You wanna be tough, better do what you can
So beat it, but you wanna be bad

Just beat it, beat it, beat it, beat it
No one wants to be defeated
Showin' how funky and strong is your fight
It doesn't matter who's wrong or right
Just beat it, beat it
Just beat it, beat it
Just beat it, beat it
Just beat it, beat it

They're out to get you, better leave while you can
Don't wanna be a boy, you wanna be a man
You wanna stay alive, better do what you can
So beat it, just beat it

You have to show them that you're really not scared
You're playin' with your life, this ain't no truth or dare
They'll kick you, then they beat you,
Then they'll tell you it's fair
So beat it, but you wanna be bad

Just beat it, beat it, beat it, beat it
No one wants to be defeated
Showin' how funky and strong is your fight
It doesn't matter who's wrong or right

Just beat it, beat it, beat it, beat it
No one wants to be defeated
Showin' how funky and strong is your fight
It doesn't matter who's wrong or right

Just beat it, beat it, beat it, beat it
No one wants to be defeated
Showin' how funky and strong is your fight
It doesn't matter who's wrong or right
Just beat it, beat it
Beat it, beat it, beat it

Beat it, beat it, beat it, beat it
No one wants to be defeated
Showin' how funky and strong is your fight
It doesn't matter who's wrong or who's right

Just beat it, beat it, beat it, beat it
No one wants to be defeated
Showin' how funky and strong is your fight
It doesn't matter who's wrong or right

Just beat it, beat it, beat it, beat it
No one wants to be defeated
Showin' how funky and strong is your fight
It doesn't matter who's wrong or right
Just beat it, beat it
Beat it, beat it, beat it

Beat it, beat it, beat it, beat it
No one wants to be defeated
Showin' how funky and strong is your fight
It doesn't matter who's wrong or who's right

Just beat it, beat it, beat it, beat it
No one wants to be defeated
Showin' how funky and strong is your fight
It doesn't matter who's wrong or right

Just beat it, beat it, beat it, beat it
No one wants to be defeated
Showin' how funky and strong is your fight
It doesn't matter who's wrong or right

Just beat it, beat it, beat it, beat it
No one wants to be defeated
Just beat it, beat it
Beat it, beat it, beat it




Philip Morris Brasileira S.A.

Du Maurier (Bye Michael! / "Thriller")



Quando comecei a faz minhas festinhas de pré-adolescente lá pelo final dos anos 70, me reunia com um grupinho de amigos no playground e cada um levava seus discos preferidos, uma parte do aparelho de som de sua casa, algum salgado, comprávamos refrigerantes, plugávamos tudo e nos divertíamos à valer. Era bom demais! Nossa trilha tinha muito de Marvin Gaye, Dianna Ross, Lionel Ritchie, Barry White, Aretha Franklin, Lou Reed, Rolling Stones, ... , a maioria negros e não poderia deixar de ter - lógico! Michael Jackson e os Jackson's Five.

A partir daí, Michael Jackson começou a fazer parte de minha trilha sonora; foram sucessos em cima de sucessos e sempre se tinha a idéia de que ele havia chegado ao seu máximo, o que caía por terra ao ser lançado seu próximo trabalho, o que não se perpetuou até o final de sua carreira.
No início dos anos 80 ele lançou "Thriller", um disco que trazia uma nova forma de pop, de dança, de costumes. Revolucionou o mundo da música com vídeo clips e batidas dançantes e baladas românticas que embalaram muitas noites de primeiro beijo e esperas ao telefone. Segui ouvindo e dançando muito suas músicas além, é claro, de assistir maravilhado seus clips e admirar sua obra como um todo.
Ao saber da notícia de sua morte, tive um choque do qual ainda não me refiz, afinal, a obra de Michael Jackson ainda fará parte de minha trilha sonora por muito tempo; marcou épocas que não voltam mais.

Bye Michael!

Thriller

Composição: Michael Jackson

It's close to midnight
Something evil's lurkin'in the dark
Under the moonlight
You see a sight that almost stops your heart
You try to scream
But terror takes the sound before you make it
You start to freeze
As horror looks you right between the eyes
You're paralyzed

'Cause this is thriller
Thriller night
And no one's gonna save you
From the beast about to strike
You know it's thriller
Thriller night
You're fighting for your life
Inside a killer
Thriller tonight, yeah

You hear the door slam
And realize there's nowhere left to run
You feel the cold hand
And wonder if you'll ever see the sun
You close your eyes
And hope that this is just imagination
But all the while
You hear a creature creepin' up behind
You're outta time


Night creatures callin'
The dead start to walk in their masquerade
There's no escaping the jaws of the alien this time
(They're open wide)
This is the end of your life

They're out to get you
There's demons closing in on every side
They will possess you
Unless you change that number on your dial
Now is the time
For you and I to cuddle close together, yeah
All through the night
I'll save you from the terror on the screen
I'll make you see

[Rap]
Darkness falls across the land
The midnight hour is close at hand
Creatures crawl in search of blood
To terrorize y'alls neighborhood
And whosoever shall be found
Without the soul for getting down
Must stand and face the hounds of hell
And rot inside a corpse's shell
The foulest stench is in the air
The funk of forty thousand years
And grizzly ghouls from every tomb
Are closing in to seal your doom
And though you fight to stay alive
Your body starts to shiver
For no mere mortal can resist
The evil of the thriller

(Chorus)
'Cause this is thriller
Thriller night
And no one's gonna save you
From the beast about to strike
You know it's thriller
Thriller night
You're fighting for your life
Inside a killer
Thriller tonight, yeah
That this is thriller
Thriller night
'Cause I can thrill you more
Than any ghoul would ever dare try
(Thriller)
(Thriller night)
So let me hold you tight
And share a
(Killer, diller, chiller)
(Thriller here tonight)
'Cause this is thriller
Thriller night
Girl, I can thrill you more
Than any ghoul would ever dare try
(Thriller)
(Thriller night)
So let me hold you tight
And share a
(Killer, thriller)

HAHAHA AHAHA
HAHAHA AHAHA
HAHAHA AHAHA






Souza Cruz S.A.

Carlton Mint (Bye Michael! / "Music And Me")



Música sempre fez parte de minha vida e Michael Jackson sempre foi presença constante na minha trilha sonora.
A long time ago ...

Bye Michael!

Music and Me

Composição: Michael Jackson & Mike Cannon

We’ve been together
For such a long time now
Music, music and me
Don’t care whether all our songs rhyme now
Music, music and me

Only know wherever I go
We’re as close as two friends can be
There have been others
But never two lovers
Like music, music and me

Grab a song and come along
You can sing your melody
In your mind you will find
A world of sweet harmony
Birds of a feather
We’ll fly together
Now music, music and me
Music and me






Souza Cruz S.A.

sexta-feira, 26 de junho de 2009

Imperador (Bye Michael! / "Dangerous")



Sempre fui fã, mas nunca imaginei que gostasse tanto de Michael Jackson.


Bye Michael!

Dangerous

Composição: Michael Jackson, Bill Bottrell e Teddy Ryley

The way she came into the place
I knew right then and there
There was something different about this girl

The way she moved
Her hair, her face, her lines
Divinity in motion

Ashe stalked the room
I could feel the Aura
Of her presence
Every head turned
Feeling passion and lust

The girl was persuasive
The girl i could not trust
The girl is bad
The girl is dangerous

I never knew, but i was walking the line
Come go with me, I said I have no time
And don't you pretend we didn't talk on the phone
My baby cries she left me standing alone

Shes so dangerous, The girl is so dangerous
Take away my money
Throw away my time
You can call me honey
but your no damn good for me

She came at me in sections
Whit the eyes of desire
I fell trapped into her
Web of sin, a touch, a kiss
A whisper of love
I was at the point, of no return

Deep in the darkness of passions insanity
I left taken by lusts, Strange inhumanity
The girl was persuasive
The girl I could not trust
The girl was bad
The girl was dangerous

I never knew but I was living in vain
She called my house
You said ‘You know my name’
(She caught me)
‘And don’t you pretend you never did me before’
(DonÂ’t you, donÂ’t you do it)
With tears in her eyes my baby walked out the door

SheÂ’s so dangerous
The girl is so dangerous
Take away my money
Throw away my time
You can call me honey
But youÂ’re no damn good for me

Dangerous
The girl is so dangerous

I have to pray to God
Â’Cause I know how lust can blind
ItÂ’s a passion in my soul
But youÂ’re no damned lover
Friend of mine

I cannot sleep alone at night
My baby left me here tonight
I cannot cope Â’til itÂ’s all right
You and your manipulations
You hurt my baby

And then it happened
She touched me
For the lips of a strange woman
Drop as a honeycomb
And her mouth was smoother than oil
But her inner spirit as sharp
As a two-edged sword
But I loved it
Â’Cause itÂ’s dangerous

Dangerous
The girl is so dangerous
Take away my money
Throw away my time
You can call me honey
But youÂ’re no damn good for me...




Philip Morris Marketing S.A.

Hollywood (A Pantera Farrah Fawcett)



Nesta semana perdemos duas grandes referências para a geração final dos anos 70/ início dos 80: Farrah Fawcett e Michael Jackson. Sobre ele falarei em outro momento, ainda estou um pouco sobre os efeitos dos últimos acontecimentos além do que, não se pode falar qualquer coisa sobre alguém da grandeza de Michael Jackson. Falarei sobre esta minha
Pantera favorita.
Lembro bem dos seriados de TV que começavam a inundar nossos televisores e nossas mentes lá pelos idos dos anos 70 e uma deles era "Chalie's Angels" (aqui no Brasil "As Panteras"); três belas, corajosas e inteligentes mulheres que trabalham na Agência de Detetives Charles Townsend, comandada pelo misterioso chefe que jamais aparece, apenas passa as orientações por meio de um viva-voz. Seu homem de confiança, John Bosley, é quem trata pessoalmente com as moças, de nomes Sabrina Duncan, Kelly Garrett e Jill Munroe, esta interpretada pela mulher dona dos mais belos cabelos da TV de todos os tempos. A quem diga que ela os tenha colocado no seguro na época. Embora todas as outras fossem igualmente bonitas, o personagem de Farrah era a mais glamourosa, com um Mustang branco com faixa azul possante, figurino arrojado, cabelos balançando ao vento, decidida e ficava ainda com os mais belos homens; sucesso total! - Não perdia um episódio - ainda por cima foi casada com o Homem Biônico Lee Majors e o também ator Ryan O'Nell, com quem pretendia ser casar.



Farrah Fawcett faleceu no dia 25 de junho de 2009 às 9h30min (horário da Califórnia), no Hospital Saint John em Santa Bárbara após lutar por três anos contra um câncer.




Souza Cruz S.A.