E de novo acredito que nada do que é importante se perde verdadeiramente. Apenas nos iludimos, julgando ser donos das coisas, dos instantes e dos outros. Comigo caminham todos os mortos que amei, todos os amigos que se afastaram, todos os dias felizes que se apagaram. Não perdi nada, apenas a ilusão de que tudo podia ser meu para sempre.
(Miguel Sousa Tavares, in Não te deixarei morrer, David Crockett)
Hoje, para além deste magnífico quote, que me impressionou muito quando o li, certa tarde, na contracapa do livro acima referido, deixo-vos com um músico que tem acompanhado a minha vida deste que me conheço: Elton John. Nome sobejamente conhecido no panorama da música ligeira de qualidade do mundo anglo-saxónico, são n as músicas dele de que gosto. Vi-me, aliás, em apuros para escolher as duas de hoje. Mas consegui, finalmente, fazer a minha escolha. Por 3 razões: não são canções particularmente óbvias, fazem parte do CD Elton John live in Australia with the Melbourne Symphony Orchestra (disco que recomendo vivamente) e porque - desta vez contei mesmo com isso - têm letras duma poesia sem fim. Do Bernie Taupin, as ever. Ambas do álbum de 1970 intitulado Elton John. Espero que gostem.
The Greatest Discovery (letra inspirada no nascimento do irmão do BT)
Peering out of tiny eyes
The grubby hands that gripped the rail
Wiped the window clean of frost
As the morning air laid on the latch
A whistle awakened someone there
Next door to the nursery just down the hall
A strange new sound you never heard before
A strange new sound that makes boys explore
Tread neat so small those little feet
Amid the morning his small heart beats
So much excitement yesterday
That must be rewarded must be displayed
Large hands lift him through the air
Excited eyes contain him there
The eyes of those he loves and knows
But what's this extra bed just here
His puzzled head tipped to one side
Amazement swims in those bright green eyes
Glancing down upon this thing
That make strange sounds, strange sounds that sing
In those silent happy seconds
That surround the sound of this event
A parent smile is made in moments
They have made for you a friend
And all you ever learned from them
Until you grew much older
Did not compare with when they said
This is your brand new brother
This is your brand new brother
This is your brand new brother
Peering out of tiny eyes
The grubby hands that gripped the rail
Wiped the window clean of frost
As the morning air laid on the latch
A whistle awakened someone there
Next door to the nursery just down the hall
A strange new sound you never heard before
A strange new sound that makes boys explore
Tread neat so small those little feet
Amid the morning his small heart beats
So much excitement yesterday
That must be rewarded must be displayed
Large hands lift him through the air
Excited eyes contain him there
The eyes of those he loves and knows
But what's this extra bed just here
His puzzled head tipped to one side
Amazement swims in those bright green eyes
Glancing down upon this thing
That make strange sounds, strange sounds that sing
In those silent happy seconds
That surround the sound of this event
A parent smile is made in moments
They have made for you a friend
And all you ever learned from them
Until you grew much older
Did not compare with when they said
This is your brand new brother
This is your brand new brother
This is your brand new brother
I Need You to Turn To
You're not a ship to carry my life
You are nailed to my love in many lonely nights
I've strayed from the cottages and found myself here
For I need your love your love protects my fears
And I wonder sometimes and I know I'm unkind
But I need you to turn to when I act so blind
And I need you to turn to when I lose control
You're my guardian angel who keeps out the cold
Did you paint your smile on, well I said I knew
That my reason for living was for loving you
We're related in feeling but you're high above
You're pure and you're gentle with the grace of a dove
pcp
8 comentários:
Excelente post, pcp, as ever. A citação, que já conhecia, mais duas músicas soberbamente bem escolhidas. É deste Elton John que eu me lembro e é deste Elton John que eu gosto. Mascarado e tudo.
Obrigado.
You've made my day, dono do blogue! Many thanks. Bjs. pcp
Dear pcp, great choice of EJ's early, and maybe slightly forgotten, songs. Wonderfully sympathetic bathetic baroque string arrangements to accompany the straight-to-the-heart lyrics, especially of the first song. Another great song from the same album is Sixty Years On. Thx, po
C,
Gostei imenso do seu post: Primeiro porque é fresquinho, cheio de esperança; olhe se fosse para ligar com cores as que eu escolheria eram verde ácido, com amarelo e branco; assim como
limas + limão + gelo; ou seja deve ser também do calor que estas cores me aparecem assim:)
Depois porque me faz lembrar o tempo em que as minhas filhas eram pequenas e eu adorava o EJ e ouvíamos as músicas juntas. Havia uma que eu gostava particularmente 'Blue eyes,...' qualquer coisa assim.
Depois porque gostei. Pelas razões que o P explica como só ele sabe dizer.
ML
Good morning and thank you very much, Philip and ML. Much appreciated! I like the idea of the colours, ML... very original!As for Sixty Years On, yes, it's a great song. A bit dark, though. bjs. pcp
Excelentes escolhas, particularmente a citação e The Greatest Discovery. bjs j
PCP,
Escolhas musicais e citação magnificas!
Também gosto muito de EJ e de muitas das suas musicas. A 2º que seleccionou é particularmente bonita. Bem haja!
fq
Muito obrigada, j e fq, muito obrigada pelas vossas palavras. pcp
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