e no ano novo recordo um bluesman que nos deixou no ano velho, o texano albino johnny winter, um dos mais versáteis guitarristas de sempre, que nunca esqueceu as origens e confessou um dia gostar mais de azuis que de rock’n’roll.

Lord knows I've tried 
to do what's right


One whole year of stayin' home 
both day and night

'Cause I smell a mean trouble
 way over yonder, 
you know I heard a mean,

Always in trouble people 
Lord, they just won't let me be

The people talk about me
 both night and day


I said, Lord, please forgive them 
and go the other way

'Cause I smell a mean trouble 
Lord, I smell trouble 
ahead of me
Oh, yeah, always in trouble 
Lord, they just won't let me be

And from now on
 I will not run and hide


I'll face trouble with a smile
 and hope it pass me by

'Cause I smell a mean trouble
 way over yonder 
I say, I heard a mean

Yes, always in trouble, they just won't
 Lord, they just won't
 let me be

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These women loving each other


You know they ain't thinkin' about no man


They ain't keepin' secrets no more


They playing a wide open hand

I saw a little girl the other day


I asked her for a little thrill


She said I'm so sorry daddy


But I'm puttin' out the same thing you is

I took the woman out ridin'


Bought her all kinds of whiskey and wine


I guess I was too drunk to realize


She say, I'll see you some other time

The woman gets all dressed up to boogie


Goes out smelling sweet like a rose


Comes home 5 o'clock in the mornin'


With that fish scent on her clothes

consola-me um pouco a ideia do albino mais cool de sempre

a tocar guitarra no meio daquelas harpas todas…

John Dawson Winter III

(1944-2014…(

nesta coisa dos azuis, adoro a pequena imprevisibilidade que por vezes subverte algo que musical e metricamente é bastante previsível.
este grande azul começa por ser cantado pelo menos provável intérprete - um guitarrista branco, texano e albino - há solos de uma imprevista flauta e depois fala-se dos sentimentos de perda comuns nos azuis... mas aqui com o bónus de um inesperado convite para o calor de uma cozinha quando chove lá fora.




The woman I've been lovin'
Left with my best friend,
That joker got lucky,
Stole her back again.
You better come on
Into my kitchen,
Cause it's going to be raining outdoors.

When a woman's in trouble,
Everybody puts her down
She look for her good man,
Lord he can't be found.
You better come on
Into my kitchen,
Cause it's going to be raining outdoors.

There's a cold wind blowin',
Leaves tremblin' on the trees,
Don't you know that that good girl
Ya she's leaving me.
You better come on
Into my kitchen,
Cause it's going to be raining outdoors.

Well that good girl's leaving,
She ain't coming back,
Took her last nickel from her notion sack
You better come on
Into my kitchen,
Cause it's going to be raining outdoors.

Mama's dead and gone,
Father's no wheres to be,
I ain't got nobody
To love and care for me.
You better come on
Into my kitchen,
Cause it's going to be raining outdoors.
Yes, it's going to be raining outdoors.