lou reed e o retrato mais cru de uma certa manhattan hispânica:

continua a ser uma canção fabulosa com letra mais-que-perfeita

setembro chegou e recordei hoje uma canção de kurt weill recriada por

lou reed. sabe sempre bem, ouvir um clássico pela voz de um imortal.

d e s c u b r a
a s
s e t e
d i f e r e n ç a s :

entre a doce jane




a) do lou do subterrâneo de veludo




e da



b) da margo de veludo subterrâneo

Standing on the corner,

Suitcase in my hand

Jack is in his corset, and Jane is her vest,

And me I'm in a rock'n'roll band!

Ridin' in a Stutz Bear Cat, Jim

You know, those were different times!

Oh, all the poets they studied rules of verse

And those ladies, they rolled their eyes

Sweet Jane! Sweet Jane!

I'll tell you something

Jack, he is a banker

And Jane, she is a clerk

Both of them save their monies,

And when, when they come home from work

Oh, Sittin' down by the fire,

The radio does play

The classical music there, Jim

"The March of the Wooden Soldiers"

All you protest kids

You can hear Jack say

Sweet Jane! Sweet Jane!

Some people, they like to go out dancing

And other peoples, they have to work,

And there's even some evil mothers

Well they're gonna tell you that everything is just dirt

Y'know that, women, never really faint

And that villains always blink their eyes

And that, y'know, children are the only ones who blush!

And that life is just to die!

And everyone who ever had a heart

They wouldn't turn around and break it

And anyone who ever played a part

Oh wouldn't turn around and hate it!

Sweet Jane! Sweet Jane!

o dia a acabar e quase me esquecia de dar os parabéns 
a lewis allan reed, que FAZ hoje 72 anos.
parabéns lou, que contes muitos! 



Caught between the twisted stars
the plotted lines the faulty map
that brought Columbus to New York
Betwixt between the East and West
he calls on her wearing a leather vest
the earth squeals and shudders to a halt
A diamond crucifix in his ear
is used to help ward off the fear
that he has left his soul in someone's rented car
Inside his pants he hides a mop
to clean the mess that he has dropped
into the life of lithesome Juliette Bell

And Romeo wanted Juliette
and Juliette wanted Romeo
And Romeo wanted Juliette
and Juliette wanted Romeo

Romeo Rodriguez squares
his shoulders and curses Jesus
runs a comb through his black pony-tail
He's thinking of his lonely room
the sink that by his bed gives off a stink
then smells her perfume in his eyes
And her voice was like a bell

Outside the street were steaming 
the crack dealers were dreaming
of an Uzi someone had just scored
I betcha I could hit that light
with my one good arm behind my back
says little Joey Diaz
Brother give me another tote
those downtown hoods are no damn good
those Italians need a lesson to be taught
This cop who died in Harlem
you think they'd get the warnin'
I was dancing when I saw
his brains run out on the street

And Romeo had Juliette
and Juliette had her Romeo
And Romeo had Juliette
and Juliette had her Romeo

I'll take Manhattan in a garbage bag
with Latin written on it that says
"it's hard to give a shit these days"
Manhattan's sinking like a rock
into the filthy Hudson what a shock
they wrote a book about it
they said it was like ancient Rome

The perfume burned his eyes
holding tightly to her thighs
And something flickered for a minute
and then it vanished and was gone

[ prometo que não ponho aqui mais nenhuma canção do lou reed ]

[ in memoriam ]

lewis allan "lou" reed

(1942-2013...(

aqui... aqui... aqui...

sempre gostei do lou reed daquela fase intermédia, pós-velvet underground mas pré-berlin, em que era um outsider em relação a todas as correntes que marcaram o início dos anos setenta.
algumas das canções dessa época tornaram-se verdadeiros clássicos com o decorrer do tempo. 
para quem não as conhece, uma primeira audição confirma-o imediatamente.
(...e pudesse eu andar sempre em órbita deste satélite)



Satellite's gone up to the skies
Things like that drive me out of my mind

I watched it for a little while
I like to watch things on TV

Satellite of love satellite of love
Satellite of love satellite of

Satellite's gone way up to Mars
Soon it will be filled with parking cars

I watch it for a little while
I love to watch things on TV

Satellite of love satellite of love
Satellite of love satellite of

I've been told that you've been bold
with Harry, Mark and John
Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday to Thursday
with Harry, Mark and John

Satellite's gone up to the skies
Things like that drive me out of my mind

I watched it for a little while
I love to watch things on TV

Satellite of love satellite of love
Satellite of love satellite of

d e s c u b r a
a s
s e t e
d i f e r e n ç a s :

pouca gente sabe que a letra é um relato irónico do ambiente e personagens que, naquela época, gravitavam em redor do estúdio “the factory” de andy warhol. também quase ninguém sabe que o solo no final é de ronnie ross, que ensinou david bowie (o produtor deste disco) a tocar sax...

{mas a verdade é que nada disso interessa quando se ouve uma das maiores canções de sempre, não é?}

Holly came from Miami, F.L.A.
Hitch-hiked her way across the USA
Plucked her eyebrows on the way
Shaved her legs and then he was a she
She says, Hey babe
Take a walk on the wild side
Hey honey
Take a walk on the wild side

Candy came from out on the Island
In the backroom she was everybody's darlin'
But she never lost her head
Even when she was giving head
She says, Hey babe
Take a walk on the wild side
I Said, Hey baby
Take a walk on the wild side
And the coloured girls go
Doo do doo do doo do do doo..

Little Joe never once gave it away
Everybody had to pay and pay
A hustle here and a hustle there
New York City's the place where they say,
Hey babe, take a walk on the wild side
I said, Hey Joe
Take a walk on the wild side

Sugar Plum Fairy came and hit the streets
Lookin' for soul food and a place to eat
Went to the Apollo
You should've seen em go go go
They said, Hey shuga Take a walk on the wild side
I Said, Hey babe
Take a walk on the wild side
All right, huh

Jackie is just speeding away
Thought she was James Dean for a day
Then I guess she had to crash
Valium would have helped that bash
Said, Hey babe,
Take a walk on the wild side
I said, Hey honey,
Take a walk on the wild side
And the coloured girls say,
Doo do doo do doo do do doo