nesta cover despreocupada, imprudente, temerária, negligente, ousada, irreflectida, descuidada, indiferente e estouvada (são os adjectivos que encontrei para a tradução de “reckless”...) de um velho standard de bessie smith, a voz de miss peyroux soa como a de billie holiday, é verdade. 
mas são essa semelhança e o fabuloso piano de cyrus chestnut que tornam este azul irresistível.

When I wasn't nothin' but a child


All you men tried to drive me wild

Now I'm growin' old

and I've got what it takes to get all of you men told


My mama says I'm reckless, my daddy says I'm wild


I ain't good lookin' but I'm somebody's angel child


Daddy, mama wants some lovin'


Daddy, mama needs some huggin'


Darn it pretty papa, mama wants some lovin' I vow


Darn pretty papa, mama wants some lovin' right now

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 os rios...








a) da menina joni






b) das meninas madeleine e kathryn



Its coming on christmas 
They're cutting down trees 
They're putting up reindeer 
And singing songs of joy and peace 
Oh I wish I had a river 
I could skate away on 
But it dont snow here 
It stays pretty green 
I'm going to make a lot of money 
Then I'm going to quit this crazy scene 
I wish I had a river 
I could skate away on 
I wish I had a river so long 
I would teach my feet to fly 
Oh I wish I had a river 
I could skate away on 
I made my baby cry 

He tried hard to help me 
You know, he put me at ease 
And he loved me so naughty 
Made me weak in the knees 
Oh I wish I had a river 
I could skate away on 
I'm so hard to handle 
I'm selfish and I'm sad 
Now I've gone and lost the best baby 
That I ever had 
Oh I wish I had a river 
I could skate away on 
I wish I had a river so long 
I would teach my feet to fly 
Oh I wish I had a river 
I could skate away on
I made my baby say goodbye 

Its coming on christmas 
They're cutting down trees 
They're putting up reindeer 
And singing songs of joy and peace 
I wish I had a river 
I could skate away on

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






a dançar a javanesa





a) com serge






b) com madeleine




J'avoue j'en ai bavé pas vous mon amour
Avant d'avoir eu vent de vous mon amour
Ne vous déplaise
En dansant la Javanaise
Nous nous aimions
Le temps d'une chanson

À votre avis qu'avons-nous vu de l'amour?
De vous à moi vous m'avez eu mon amour
Ne vous déplaise
En dansant la Javanaise
Nous nous aimions
Le temps d'une chanson

Hélas avril en vain me voue à l'amour
J'avais envie de voir en vous cet amour
Ne vous déplaise
En dansant la Javanaise
Nous nous aimions
Le temps d'une chanson

La vie ne vaut d'être vécue sans amour
Mais c'est vous qui l'avez voulu mon amour
Ne vous déplaise
En dansant la Javanaise
Nous nous aimions
Le temps d'une chanson.

madeleine escreveu-o como uma homenagem a bessie smith, 
mas fica sempre aquela atmosfera de billie holiday.
um grande azul, este da saudação ao homem doce...

Hey sweet man


Who you give your lovin' to?


Hey sweet man


Who you give your lovin' to?


I gotta mind to love you


I'll love you through and through



Hey momma's child


Ain't you been waitin' for me?


Hey momma's child


Ain't you been waitin' for me?


I've gotta mind to love you


And my love won't leave you be



Hey sweet woman


I see you're searchin' too


Hey sweet woman


Ain't no man that love you


Hold on, pretty momma


Someday he'll be searchin' too



Well we need some lovin'


We need it oh-so-bad


We need some lovin'


We need it oh-so-bad



'Cause it's bad lovin', momma


It's the only thing we ever had


quando madeleine peyroux me apareceu tive, como toda a gente, aquela sensação indefinida de estar a ouvir billie holiday de novo. esta canção é uma cover de um velho azul de bessie smith e fala das águas turvas do delta do mississippi. relembra-me sempre que moramos ao lado de outro quase delta.

Dixie moonlight, Swanee shore


Headed homebound just once more


To my Mississippi delta home



Southland got that grand garden spot


Although you believe or not


I hear those trees a-whispering


"Come on back to me"



Muddy water 'round my feet


Muddy water in the street


No God don't shelter


Down on the delta



Muddy water in my shoes


Reeling and rocking to them lowdown blues


They live in ease and comfort down there


I do declare



Been away a year today


To wander and roam


I don't care it's muddy there


But this is my home



Got my toes turned Dixie way


'Round the delta let me lay


My heart cries out for muddy water



Been away a year today


To wander and roam


I don't care it's muddy there


But this is my home



Got my toes turned Dixie way


'Round the delta let me lay


My heart cries out for muddy water

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




(e só por ser noite de sábado)





Well, you gassed her up, behind the wheel
With your arm around your sweet one in your Oldsmobile
Barreling down the boulevard
You're looking for the heart of Saturday night

And you got paid on Friday, your pockets are jingling
Then you see the lights and you get all tingling
Cause you're cruising with a six
You're looking for the heart of Saturday night

Then you comb your hair, you shave your face
Trying to wipe out every trace
Of all the other days in the week
You know that this'll be the Saturday you're reaching your peak

Stopping on the red, you're going on the green
Cause tonight will be like nothing you've ever seen
And you're barreling down the boulevard
You're looking for the heart of Saturday night

Tell me, is it the crack of the pool balls, neon buzzing
Telephone's ringing, it's your second cousin
Is it the barmaid that's smiling from the corner of her eye
Magic of the melancholy tear in your eye

Makes it kind of quiver down in the core
Cause you're dreaming of them Saturdays that came before
And now you're stumbling
You're stumbling onto the heart of Saturday night

You gassed her up and you're behind the wheel
With your arm around your sweet one in your Oldsmobile
Barreling down the boulevard
You're looking for the heart of Saturday night

Is it the crack of the pool balls, neon buzzing
Telephone's ringing, it's your second cousin
And the barmaid is smiling from the corner of her eye
Magic of the melancholy tear in your eye

Makes it kind of special down in the core
And you're dreaming of them Saturdays that came before
It's found you stumbling
Stumbling onto the heart of Saturday night

And you're stumbling
Stumbling onto the heart of Saturday night




[claro que a canção da minha vida é o original do jovem thomas alan]