revisitando os rapazes de água...

 

mais uma do fundo do baú...

 

repescando velhas canções dos rapazes da água...

recordo muitas vezes esta canção de mike scott, a primeira dos waterboys que ouvi.
e está aqui porque uma miúda chamada johnny festeja hoje mais um aniversário.



I remember Johnny - hey! 
Johnny come lately 
I remember her shoes like a ballerina 
A girl called Johnny who 
changed her name when she 
discovered her choice was to 
change or to be changed 

I remember a girl called Johnny 
black as hell and white as a ghost 
"Don't talk about life or death" 
she said "I've had enough of both" 
A girl called Johnny who was not scared 
they'd have torn her to pieces but 
who would dare? 

I remember a girl called Johnny 
the train came to town, boy she got on it 
with no looking back, with not a word 
If she said goodbye, well I never heard 
but the noise goes on 
the noise, the jazz 
and the truth is in somebody else's hands 
and the house that a girl called johnny built 
is now just so much ashes and sand

para além da do barco estranho, outra das canções da minha vida escritas por mike scott e o seu grupo aquático é este tributo a todos os escritores e compositores que o influenciaram e a todos os que conseguem ser visionários quando o horizonte parece ser o limite do aqui e agora: 
onde eu só via um crescente, tu vias a lua toda…

(e este clip ao vivo é todo um documento sobre uma banda em estado de graça)

I pictured a rainbow
You held it in your hands
I had flashes
But you saw the plan
I wondered out in the world for years
While you just stayed in your room
I saw the crescent
You saw the whole of the moon!

You were there at the turnstiles
With the wind at your heels
You stretched for the stars
And you know how it feels
To reach too high
Too far
Too soon
You saw the whole of the moon!

I was grounded
While you filled the skies
I was dumbfounded by truths
You cut through lies
I saw the rain-dirty valley
You saw brigadoon
I saw the crescent
You saw the whole of the moon!

I spoke about wings
You just flew
I wondered, I guessed, and I tried
You just knew
I sighed
... but you swooned!
I saw the crescent
You saw the whole of the moon!

With a torch in your pocket
And the wind at your heels
You climbed on the ladder
And you know how it feels
To reach too high
Too far
Too soon
You saw the whole of the moon!

Unicorns and cannonballs,
Palaces and piers,
Trumpets, towers and tenements,
Wide oceans full of tears,
Flags, rags, ferryboats,
Scimitars and scarves,
Every precious dream and vision
Underneath the stars

You climbed on the ladder
With the wind in your sails
You came like a comet
Blazing your trail
Too high
Too far
Too soon
You saw the whole of the moon!

(diz que é ideal para ouvir hoje)

A man is in love,
How do I know?
He came and walked with me
And he told me so,
In a song he sang
And then I knew,
A man is in love
With you.

A man is in love,
How did I hear?
I heard him talk too much
Whenever you're near,
He whispered your name
When his eyes were closed,
A man is in love
And he knows.

A man is in love,
How did I guess?
I figured it out while he was
Watching you dress,
He'd give you his all
If you'd but agree,
A man is in love...
And he's me.

para além do das más sementes, há outro barco estranho: o dos waterboys.
quando começa parece ser apenas mais uma canção irlandesa, mas ouvindo a melodia (belíssima de tão simples) e seguindo a letra acabamos por içar âncora, desfraldar velas e abandonar o nosso porto.
depois, quando damos por isso, passámos por mares nunca dantes navegados…



we're sailing on a strange boat
heading for a strange shore
we're sailing on a strange boat
heading for a strange shore
carrying the strangest cargo
that was ever hauled aboard

we're sailing on a strange sea
blown by a strange wind
we're sailing on a strange sea
blown by a strange wind
carrying the strangest crew
that ever sailed

we're riding in a strange car
we're followin' a strange star
we're climbing on the strangest ladder
that was ever there to climb

we're living in a strange time
working for a strange goal
we're living in a strange time
working for a strange goal
we're turning flesh and body
into soul