Category Archives: Música

Macyn Taylor | Sweet Home Chicago

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Come on
Oh baby don’t you want to go
Come on
Oh baby don’t you want to go
Back to that same old place
Sweet home Chicago
Come on
Baby don’t you want to go
Hidehey
Baby don’t you want to go
Back to that same old place
Oh sweet home Chicago
Well, one and one is two
Six and two is eight
Come on baby don’t ya make me late
Hidehey
Baby don’t you want to go
Back to that same old place
Sweet home Chicago
Come on
Baby don’t you want to go
Back to that same old place
Sweet home Chicago
Six and three is nine
Nine and nine is eighteen
Look there…

Dmitri Hvorostovsky | Farewell, Happiness, a folk song a capella

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“Farewell, happiness, my life,
I know you go around without me
It means we must part;
I won’t see you any more
Dark little night! Ah, but I can not sleep!
I myself don’t know why
You, dear little girl, …
You alone disturb me,
You alone deprived me of rest.
(refrain; Dark etc)
Remember, remember that May day,
My dear one and I went to swim.
We sat on the sand,
On the yellow, the soft sand.
Dark little night! Ah, but I can not sleep…”

Programme de « la nuit des idées » à Alger

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argelUn format de rencontres innovant débarque à Alger en janvier et promet une nuit blanche remplie d’activités culturelles.

« La Nuit des Idées« , c’est le nom de ces rencontres culturelles qui « circulent à travers le monde » et qui feront une halte à Alger du 25 au 27 janvier prochain, à l’initiative de l’Institut français de la ville.

Ouverte à tous les curieux, la Nuit des Idées débutera le 26 janvier à 17h pour se clôre le 27 janvier à 2h du matin, avec à chaque fois et dans chaque lieu, une activité culturelle différente placée sous le thème « un monde commun ».

La cinémathèque algérienne, l’Institut en lui-même, le Centre Diocésain des Glycines sont autant de lieux qui accueilleront la manifestation, et les expositions, conférences et autres projections de prévues pour l’occasion.

Programme de la Nuit des Idées d’Alger

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Rolling Stones | Angie

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Angie, Angie
When will those clouds all disappear?
Angie, Angie
Where will it lead us from here?
With no lovin’ in our souls and no money in our coats
You can’t say we’re satisfied
But Angie, Angie
You can’t say we never tried

Angie, you’re beautiful
But I hate that sadness in your eyes
Angie, I still love you baby
Remember all those nights we cried
All the dreams we held so close
Seemed to all go up in smoke
Let me whisper in your ear
Angie, Angie
Where will it lead us from here? Yeah

All the dreams we held so close
Seemed to all go up in smoke
Hate that sadness in your eyes
But Angie, I still love you baby
Everywhere I look I see your eyes
There ain’t a woman that comes close to you
Come on baby dry your eyes
But Angie, Angie
Ain’t it good to be alive
Angie, Angie, you can’t say we never tried.

Pink Floyd | Another Brick In The Wall

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We don’t need no education
We don’t need no thought control
No dark sarcasm in the classroom
Teachers leave them kids alone
Hey teacher leave them kids alone
All in all it’s just another brick in the wall
All in all you’re just another brick in the wall

[chorus at end by pupils from the Fourth Form Music Class Islington Green School, London]

We don’t need no education
We don’t need no thought control
No dark sarcasm in the classroom
Teachers leave them kids alone
Hey teacher leave us kids alone
All in all you’re just another brick in the wall
All in all you’re just another brick in the wall

R.E.M. | Losing My Religion

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Life is bigger
It’s bigger
And you, you are not me
The lengths that I will go to
The distance in your eyes
Oh no, I’ve said too much
I set it up

That’s me in the corner
That’s me in the spotlight
Losing my religion
Trying to keep up with you
And I don’t know if I can do it
Oh no I’ve said too much
I haven’t said enough

I thought that I heard you laughing
I thought that I heard you sing
I think I thought I saw you try

Every whisper
Of every waking hour
I’m choosing my confessions
Trying to keep an eye on you
Like a hurt lost and blinded fool
Oh no, I’ve said too much
I set it up

Consider this
The hint of the century
Consider this
The slip that brought me
To my knees failed
What if all these fantasies
Come flailing around
Now I’ve said too much

I thought that I heard you laughing
I thought that I heard you sing
I think I thought I saw you try

But that was just a dream
That was just a dream

That’s me in the corner
That’s me in the spotlight
Losing my religion
Trying to keep up with you
And I don’t know if I can do it
Oh no I’ve said too much
I haven’t said enough

I thought that I heard you laughing
I thought that I heard you sing
I think I thought I saw you try

But that was just a dream, try, cry, why, try
That was just a dream, just a dream, just a dream
Dream

Bob Dylan’s Nobel Prize in Literature Banquet Speech

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bobWhen the news came out in early October that Bob Dylan was getting the Nobel Prize in Literature, it seemed like everyone had an opinion on the decision, with the very notable exception of the songwriter himself.

Some writers like Gary Shteyngart and Jason Pinter felt the first American to win a Nobel since Toni Morrison in 1993 should have gone to someone else, while Stephen King, Jonathan Lethem and many others hailed it as a brilliant move. For weeks and weeks there was nothing but silence from the Dylan camp, and and Nobel Committee told the press nobody was returning their calls. “One can say that it is impolite and arrogant,” said Per Wastberg, a member of the Nobel Committee. “He is who he is.”

Dylan finally broke his silence on October 29th during an interview with the Telegraph about his upcoming art show. “It’s hard to believe,” he said. “Amazing, incredible. Who dreams about something like that.” Writer Edna Gundersen asked if he planned on attending the ceremony in Stockholm. “Absolutely,” he said. “If it’s at all possible.” With his tour ending weeks earlier, it seemed quite possible he’d be able to get out there, especially since nearly every able-bodied winner over the past few decades has found a way to make it.

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Patti Smith | A Hard Rain’s A-Gonna Fall (ceremonia Nobel 2016)

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Patti Smith cantou e emocionou-se. Na cerimónia de entrega dos prémios Nobel, na tarde deste sábado, em Estocolmo, a artista teve um momento de bloqueio, esqueceu-se da letra, interrompeu a actuação, pediu desculpa dizendo que estava muito nervosa, solicitou à orquestra para recomeçar e retomou a canção A hard rain’s a-gonna fall, de Bob Dylan

A Hard Rain’s A-Gonna Fall
Bob Dylan
Oh, where have you been, my blue-eyed son
And where have you been, my darling young one
I’ve stumbled on the side of twelve misty mountains
I’ve walked and I’ve crawled on six crooked highways
I’ve stepped in the middle of seven sad forests
I’ve been out in front of a dozen dead oceans
I’ve been ten thousand miles in the mouth of a graveyard
And it’s a hard, and it’s a hard, it’s a hard, and it’s a hard
It’s a hard rain’s a-gonna fall

 

Oh, what did you see, my blue-eyed son
And what did you see, my darling young one
I saw a newborn baby with wild wolves all around it
I saw a highway of diamonds with nobody on it
I saw a black branch with blood that kept drippin’
I saw a room full of men with their hammers a-bleedin’
I saw a white ladder all covered with water
I saw ten thousand talkers whose tongues were all broken
I saw guns and sharp swords in the hands of young children
And it’s a hard, and it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard
It’s a hard rain’s a-gonna fall

 

And what did you hear, my blue-eyed son?
And what did you hear, my darling young one?
I heard the sound of a thunder that roared out a warnin’
Heard the roar of a wave that could drown the whole world
Heard one hundred drummers whose hands were a-blazin’
Heard ten thousand whisperin’ and nobody listenin’
Heard one person starve, I heard many people laughin’
Heard the song of a poet who died in the gutter
Heard the sound of a clown who cried in the alley
And it’s a hard, and it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard
It’s a hard rain’s a-gonna fall
Oh, what did you meet, my blue-eyed son?
Who did you meet, my darling young one?
I met a young child beside a dead pony
I met a white man who walked a black dog
I met a young woman whose body was burning
I met a young girl, she gave me a rainbow
I met one man who was wounded in love
I met another man who was wounded with hatred
And it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard
It’s a hard rain’s a-gonna fall

 

And what’ll you do now, my blue-eyed son?
And what’ll you do now, my darling young one?
I’m a-goin’ back out ‘fore the rain starts a-fallin’
I’ll walk to the depths of the deepest black forest
Where the people are many and their hands are all empty
Where the pellets of poison are flooding their waters
Where the home in the valley meets the damp dirty prison
And the executioner’s face is always well hidden
Where hunger is ugly, where souls are forgotten
Where black is the color, where none is the number
And I’ll tell it and think it and speak it and breathe it
And reflect it from the mountain so all souls can see it
Then I’ll stand on the ocean until I start sinkin’
But I’ll know my song well before I start singin’
And it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard
It’s a hard rain’s a-gonna fall

 

Compositores: Bob Dylan
Letras de A Hard Rain’s A-Gonna Fall © Bob Dylan Music Co.

Mother | Pink Floyd

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Mother (Waters)

Mother do you think they’ll drop the bomb?
Mother do you think they’ll like this song?
Mother do you think they’ll try to break my balls?
Mother should I build the wall?
Mother should I run for president?
Mother should I trust the government?
Mother will they put me in the firing line?
Mother am I really dying?

Hush now baby, baby, dont you cry.
Mother’s gonna make all your nightmares come true.
Mother’s gonna put all her fears into you.
Mother’s gonna keep you right here under her wing.
She wont let you fly, but she might let you sing.
Mama will keep baby cozy and warm.
Ooooh baby ooooh baby oooooh baby,
Of course mama’ll help to build the wall.

Mother do you think she’s good enough — to me?
Mother do you think she’s dangerous — to me?
Mother will she tear your little boy apart?
Mother will she break my heart?

Hush now baby, baby dont you cry.
Mama’s gonna check out all your girlfriends for you.
Mama wont let anyone dirty get through.
Mama’s gonna wait up until you get in.
Mama will always find out where you’ve been.
Mama’s gonna keep baby healthy and clean.
Ooooh baby oooh baby oooh baby,
You’ll always be baby to me.

Mother, did it need to be so high?

David Bowie | Heroes

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I, I will be king
And you, you will be queen
Though nothing, will drive them away
We can beat them, just for one day
We can be heroes, just for one day

And you, you can be mean
And I, I’ll drink all the time
‘Cause we’re lovers, and that is a fact
Yes we’re lovers, and that is that

Though nothing, will keep us together
We could steal time, just for one day
We can be heroes, forever and ever
What’d you say?

I, I wish you could swim
Like the dolphins, like dolphins can swim
Though nothing, nothing will keep us together
We can beat them, forever and ever
Oh, we can be heroes, just for one day

I, I will be king
And you, you will be queen
Though nothing, will drive them away
We can be heroes, just for one day
We can be us, just for one day

I, I can remember (I remember)
Standing, by the wall (by the wall)
And the guns, shot above our heads (over our heads)
And we kissed, as though nothing could fall (nothing could fall)
And the shame, was on the other side
Oh, we can beat them, forever and ever
Then we could be heroes, just for one day

We can be heroes
We can be heroes
We can be heroes
Just for one day
We can be heroes

We’re nothing, and nothing will help us
Maybe we’re lying, then you better not stay
But we could be safer, just for one day
Oh-oh-oh-ohh, oh-oh-oh-ohh, just for one day

Vivaldi | Bajazet | Ildebrando D’Arcangelo / Patrizia Ciofi / David Daniels / Elina Garanca / Vivica Genaux / Marijana / Mijanovic

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Une représentation éblouissante des arias pour voix féminines dans l’opéra baroque « Bajazet » de Vivaldi de ma divine enchanteresse Elïna Garanča du bel canto. Dirigé et mise en scène par le remarquable violoniste Fabio Blondi, la tragédie musicale est jouée par son petit orchestre original EUROPA GALANTE, utilisant des instruments anciens pour reproduire avec maestria le timbre particulier de l’époque. Avec la souplesse de la tessiture de sa voix mezzo pleine et douce, en écho avec le chant du premier violon, est rythmiquement exhalée, scandé avec finesse du fond sa gorge avec des intensités et tonicités du raffinement variée de la musicalité particulière de Vivaldi. La virtuosité des modulations subtiles sur tout le registre des couleurs de son suprême lyrisme, son admirable expressivité vocale rentrait en charmante euphonie avec les variétés des timbres rares des instruments anciens à corde, le clavecin, le basson et les adorables participations des hauts bois baroques. Peter, son « Cavalier de Prose » enchanté.

Passing through | Leonard Cohen

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I saw jesus on the cross on a hill called calvary
“do you hate mankind for what they done to you? ”
He said, “talk of love not hate, things to do – it’s getting late.
I’ve so little time and I’m only passing through.”

Passing through, passing through.
Sometimes happy, sometimes blue,
Glad that I ran into you.
Tell the people that you saw me passing through.

I saw adam leave the garden with an apple in his hand,
I said “now you’re out, what are you going to do? ”
“plant some crops and pray for rain, maybe raise a little cane.
I’m an orphan now, and I’m only passing through.”

Passing through, passing through …

I was with washington at valley ford, shivering in the snow.
I said, “how come the men here suffer like they do? ”
“men will suffer, men will fight, even die for what is right
Even though they know they’re only passing through”

Passing through, passing through …

I was with franklin roosevelt’s side on the night before he died.
He said, “one world must come out of world war two” (ah, the fool)
“yankee, russian, white or tan, ” he said, “a man is still a man.
We’re all on one road, and we’re only passing through.”

Passing through, passing through …

Passing through, passing through …

Elina Garanca | La clemenza di Tito | Mozart

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A honest video of Latvian opera star Elina Garanca during recording of Mozart’s ” La clemenza di Tito” .
In early 2006, she stars in “La Clemenza di Tito” for a second time — only that she’s Sesto, the opera’s main character, instead of appearing on a side track. The reactions leave no room for interpretation: Elina Garanca is now being hailed as the best mezzo on the planet and dame Joan Sutherland, who carried that title herself in her prime, praises her exuberantly: “She has a superb voice and the natural born appearance of a diva” It is only shortly after, that Michael Lang comes knocking on her door.

 

Leonard Cohen | If It Be Your Will

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“If It Be Your Will”

If it be your will
That I speak no more
And my voice be still
As it was before
I will speak no more
I shall abide until
I am spoken for
If it be your will
If it be your will
That a voice be true
From this broken hill
I will sing to you
From this broken hill
All your praises they shall ring
If it be your will
To let me sing
From this broken hill
All your praises they shall ring
If it be your will
To let me sing

If it be your will
If there is a choice
Let the rivers fill
Let the hills rejoice
Let your mercy spill
On all these burning hearts in hell
If it be your will
To make us well

And draw us near
And bind us tight
All your children here
In their rags of light
In our rags of light
All dressed to kill
And end this night
If it be your will

If it be your will.

Leonard Cohen | The Partisan

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From 1969 album Songs from a room set to images from the Spanish Civil War and World War II

“The Partisan”

When they poured across the border
I was cautioned to surrender,
this I could not do;
I took my gun and vanished.
I have changed my name so often,
I’ve lost my wife and children
but I have many friends,
and some of them are with me.

An old woman gave us shelter,
kept us hidden in the garret,
then the soldiers came;
she died without a whisper.

There were three of us this morning
I’m the only one this evening
but I must go on;
the frontiers are my prison.

Oh, the wind, the wind is blowing,
through the graves the wind is blowing,
freedom soon will come;
then we’ll come from the shadows.

Les Allemands étaient chez moi (The Germans were at my home)
ils m’ont dit “Résigne-toi” (They said, “Surrender,”)
mais je n’ai pas pu (this I could not do)
j’ai repris mon arme (I took my weapon again)

J’ai changé cent fois de nom (I have changed names a hundred times)
j’ai perdu femme et enfants (I have lost wife and children)
mais j’ai tant d’amis (But I have so many friends)
j’ai la France entière (I have all of France)

Un vieil homme dans un grenier (An old man, in an attic)
pour la nuit nous a cachés (Hid us for the night)
les Allemands l’ont pris (The Germans captured him)
il est mort sans surprise (He died without surprise)

Oh, the wind, the wind is blowing,
through the graves the wind is blowing,
freedom soon will come;
then we’ll come from the shadows.

Joan Baez | The Partisan

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They poured across the borders
We were cautioned to surrender
This I could not do
Into the hills I vanished

No one ever asks me
Who I am or where I’m going
But those of you who know
You cover up my footprints

I have changed my name so often
I have lost my wife and children
But I have many friends
And some of them are with me

An old woman gave us shelter
Kept us hidden in a garrett
And then the soldiers came
She died without a whisper

There were three of us this morning
And I’m the only one this ev’ning
Still I must go on
Frontiers are my prison

Oh the winds, the winds are blowing
Thru the graves the winds are blowing
Freedom soon will come!
Then we’ll come from the shadow.

Poema | Blowin’ In The Wind | Bob Dylan

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“Blowin’ In The Wind”

How many roads must a man walk down
Before you call him a man?
How many seas must a white dove sail
Before she sleeps in the sand?
Yes, and how many times must the cannon balls fly
Before they’re forever banned?

The answer, my friend, is blowin’ in the wind
The answer is blowin’ in the wind.

Yes, and how many years can a mountain exist
Before it is washed to the sea?
Yes, and how many years can some people exist
Before they’re allowed to be free?
Yes, and how many times can a man turn his head
And pretend that he just doesn’t see?

The answer, my friend, is blowin’ in the wind
The answer is blowin’ in the wind.

Yes, and how many times must a man look up
Before he can see the sky?
Yes, and how many ears must one man have
Before he can hear people cry?
Yes, and how many deaths will it take ‘til he knows
That too many people have died?

The answer, my friend, is blowin’ in the wind
The answer is blowin’ in the wind.

Les Cabaret Capricho | FÁBRICA DE CULTURA em MINDE | 21 de Outubro

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Na próxima Sexta-Feira (21 OUT) pelas 21.30h, a CPM vai promover mais uma excelente noite na FÁBRICA DE CULTURA em MINDE.
Um serão de arte circence e dança com performances e participação das companhias mexicanas “LES CABARET CAPRICHO e OME.

É o último espectáculo da companhia “Les Cabaret Capricho” na longa tornée na Europa e Ásia, e será destinado a Adultos e Crianças.

No After Hours, dois DJs animarão a noite com MÚSICA LATINA Para Pais, Filhos e Avós…. A NÃO PERDER!!!

ENTRADAS : Adultos – 2,5€ | Crianças até 10 anos – GRÁTIS

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