e, do fundo do baú, um clássico intemporal,

uma das incursões de van morrison no universo budista:
saber estar no limiar e que há uma porta e que há uma luz




I'm a dweller on the threshold
And I'm waiting at the door
And I'm standing in the darkness
I don't want to wait no more

I have seen without perceiving

I have been another man
Let me pierce the realm of glamour
So I know just what I am

I'm a dweller on the threshold

And I'm waiting at the door
And I'm standing in the darkness
I don't want to wait no more

Feel the angel of the present

In the mighty crystal fire
Lift me up consume my darkness
Let me travel even higher

I'm a dweller on the threshold

As I cross the burning ground
Let me go down to the water
Watch the great illusion drown

I'm a dweller on the threshold

And I'm waiting at the door
And I'm standing in the darkness
I don't want to wait no more

I'm gonna turn and face the music

The music of the spheres
Lift me up consume my darkness
When the midnight disappears

I will walk out of the darkness

And I'll walk into the light
And I'll sing the song of ages
And the dawn will end the night

I'm a dweller on the threshold

And I'm waiting at the door
And I'm standing in the darkness
I don't want to wait no more

I'm a dweller on the threshold

And I cross some burning ground
And I'll go down to the water
Let the great illusion drown

I'm a dweller on the threshold

And I'm waiting at the door
And I'm standing in the darkness
I don't want to wait no more

I'm a dweller on the threshold

Dweller on the threshold
I'm a dweller on the threshold
I'm a dweller on the threshold

é isso mesmo:
ouvir azuis, ler a geração beat, comer bolos e ser feliz a lavar janelas



Oh, the smell of the bakery from across the street
Got in my nose
As we carried our ladders down the street
With the wrought-iron gate rows
I went home and listened to Jimmy Rodgers in my lunch-break
Bought five Woodbines at the shop on the corner
And went straight back to work

Oh, Sam was up on top
And I was on the bottom with the v
We went for lemonade and Paris buns
At the shop and broke for tea
I collected from the lady
And I cleaned the fanlight inside-out
I was blowing saxophone on the weekend
In that down joint.

What's my line?
I'm happy cleaning windows
Take my time
I'll see you when my love grows
Baby don't let it slide
I'm a working man in my prime
Cleaning windows (number thirty-six).

I heard Leadbelly and Blind Lemon
On the street where I was born
Sonny Terry, Brownie McGhee,
Muddy Waters sing "I'm a Rolling Stone"
I went home and read my Christmas Humphreys' book on Zen
Curiosity killed the cat
Kerouac's "Dharma Bums" and "On The Road".

What's my line?
I'm happy cleaning windows
Take my time
I'll see you when my love grows
Baby don't let it slide
I'm a working man in my prime
Cleaning windows ...

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 o original de robert allen zimmerman (a) e a grande cover dos them com george ivan morrison (b).

[não sei se é pela voz, a imitar o jovem mick jagger, mas esta é uma das poucas covers que conheço que suplantam o original]




(a)





(b)


You must leave now, take what you need, you think will last
But whatever you wish to keep, you better grab it fast
Yonder stands your orphan with his gun
Crying like a fire in the sun
Look out the saints are comin' through
And it's all over now, Baby Blue.

The highway is for gamblers, better use your sense
Take what you have gathered from coincidence
The empty handed painter from your streets
Is drawing crazy patterns on your sheets
This sky, too, is folding under you
And it's all over now, Baby Blue.

All your seasick sailors, they are rowing home
Your empty handed armies, are all going home
Your lover who just walked out the door
Has taken all his blankets from the floor
The carpet, too, is moving under you
And it's all over now, Baby Blue.

Leave your stepping stones behind, something calls for you
Forget the dead you've left, they will not follow you
The vagabond who's rapping at your door
Is standing in the clothes that you once wore
Strike another match, go start a new
And it's all over now, Baby Blue.

podem contar-se pelos dedos de uma mão as covers que conseguem suplantar os originais.
e quando me pedem um exemplo (re)lembro sempre esta canção de bob dylan, que van morrison soube recriar de forma magistral. por vezes os them até soam aqui aos stones dos anos sessenta e, acreditem, "isto" é melhor que o original.

You must leave now, take what you need, you think will last.
But whatever you wish to keep, you better grab it fast.
Yonder stands your orphan with his gun,
Crying like a fire in the sun.
Look out the saints are comin' through
And it's all over now, Baby Blue.

The highway is for gamblers, better use your sense.
Take what you have gathered from coincidence.
The empty-handed painter from your streets
Is drawing crazy patterns on your sheets.
This sky, too, is folding under you
And it's all over now, Baby Blue.

All your seasick sailors, they are rowing home.
All your reindeer armies, are all going home.
The lover who just walked out your door
Has taken all his blankets from the floor.
The carpet, too, is movin' under you
And it's all over now, Baby Blue.

Leave your stepping stones behind, something calls for you.
Forget the dead you've left, they will not follow you.
The vagabond who's rapping at your door
Is standing in the clothes that you once wore.
Strike another match, go start anew
And it's all over now, Baby Blue.

um dos muitos mitos que há sobre os azuis é o de eles só poderem ser cantados por quem os tenha ouvido desde o berço. 
não acredito, claro. e o sr. morrison também não.



Too many myths
People just assuming things that aren't true
There's too many myths
Coming between me and you
You might have your name up in lights
But you still have to keep your game uptight

Too many myths
Tell me, tell me how you gonna cope with this
Too many myths
You act like you've never been kissed
You put your name up in lights
And now you gotta keep your game uptight

You got problems
I got problems too
Everybody's gonna think
There must be something wrong with you

Because there's just too many myths
Can't you see I'm just trying to stay in the game
Just too many myths
I'm just trying to maintain
Sure I got my name in lights
But I've still gotta keep my game uptight

You got problems
And I got problems too
But that doesn't necessarily mean that
There's something wrong with you

There's just too many myths
Baby, I'm just trying to stay in the game
There's far too many myths
I'm just trying to maintain
I got my name up in lights
But I'm just trying to keep my game uptight