Vida Fodona #175: O mágico 175

Chegou na terça, mas chegou – e o programa de hoje é praticamente um clássico instantâneo, dando uma geral de tudo de bom que está acontecendo na música hoje. Só o Sonic Youth ali na meiota e a arenga sampleada na música da Lady Gaga com o Wale que não são desse século.

Júpiter Maçã – “Modern Kid”
Dangermouse & Sparklehourse – “Pain (feat. Iggy Pop)”
Arctic Monkeys – “Cornerstone”
Miike Snow – “Cult Logic”
Tiësto – “Feel it in My Bones (feat. Tegan & Sara)”
Ciccone Youth – “Into the Groovey”
Wale & Lady Gaga – “Chillin (Wideboys Club Mix)”
Ladyhawke – “Paris is Burning (Alex Metric Remix)”
Gotye – “Learnalilgivinanlovin’ (Passion Pit Remix)”
Memory Cassette – “Last One Awake”
Delorean – “Apocalypse Ghetto Blast”
Friendly Fires – “Kiss of Life”
MSTRKRFT – “So Deep (feat. Colin Munroe)”
Amanda Black – “Might Like You Better”
Xx – “Islands”
Cut Copy – “Hearts on Fire (Viking Remix)””
Peter Bjorn & John – “It Don’t Move Me”
Franz Ferdinand – “Turn it On”
Racionais MCs – “Artigo 157”

Vem comigo.

Cinco vídeos para o meio da semana – 96


Céu e Curumin – “Cordão da Insônia” (making of)


Arctic Monkeys – “Dangerous Animals”


Radiohead – “These Are My Twisted Words”


Franz Ferdinand – “Turn it On”


Cidadão Instigado – “Dói”

Arctic Monkeys – “Cornerstone”

Intro
A

A
I thought I saw you in the battleship
D Bm
but it was only a look-a-like
A
She was nothing but a vision trick
D Bm
Under the warning light
F#m A F#m
She was close, close enough to be your ghost
A
But my chances turned to toast
D Bm A
When i asked her if i could call her your name

A
I thought I saw you in the rusty hook
D Bm
Huddled up in a wicker chair
A
I wandered over for a closer look
D Bm
And kissed who ever was sitting there
F#m A F#m
She was close, and she held me very tightly
A
‘Til I asked awfully politely, please
D Bm A
Can I call you her name.

D Bm
And I elongated my lift home,
F#m D
Yeah, I let him go the long way ‘round
Bm
I smelt your scent on the seatbelt
E
And kept my shortcuts to myself
A D Bm
A

A
I thought I saw you in the parrots beak,
D Bm
Messing with the smoke alarm,
A
It was too loud for me to hear her speak,
D Bm
And she had a broken arm,
F#m A F#m
It was close, so close that the walls were wet
A
And she wrote it out in letra-set
D Bm C#m
No, you can’t call me her name

A C#m
Tell me where’s your hiding place
A C#m
I’m worried I’ll forget your face
F#m
And I’ve asked everyone
Bm E
I’m beginning to think I imagined you all along

D Bm
And I elongated my lift home,
F#m D
Yeah, I let him go the long way ‘round
Bm
I smelt your scent on the seatbelt
Dm
And kept my shortcuts to myself

Solo
A D Bm x2
F#m Bm
D E

A
I saw your sister in the cornerstone
D Bm
On the phone to the middle man
A
When I saw that she was on her own
D Bm
I thought she might understand
F#m A
She was close, well you couldn’t get much closer
F#m A D
She said i’m really not supposed to but yes,
A
You can call me anything you want

Arctic Monkeys – “My Propeller”

Intro:
Em G
C Am C Bm
Em G Em G
Em G Em G

Em G Em G
If you can summon the strength, tow me
Em G Em G
I can’t hold down the urgency
Em G Em G
You’ve got to make your decent slowly
Em G Em G
And oil up those sticky keys

C F#m B
Coax me out, my love
F
And have a spin of my propeller

Em G Em G
Em G Em G

(* = just skip the G)

Em * Em G
It’s a necessary evil
Em G Em G
No cause for emergency
Em G Em G
Borrow the beak of a bald eagle
Em G Em G
Oh, momentary synergy

C F#m
Coax me out, my love
B Em
Sink into tomorrow
C F#m B
Coax me out, my love
F
And have a spin of my propeller

Em G
C Am C Bm
Em G
C Am C Bm

Em G C Am C Bm Em G C
My propeller won’t spin and I can’t get it started on my own
Am C Bm
When are you arriving?
Em G C Am C Bm Em G C
My propeller won’t spin and I can’t get it started on my own
Am C Bm
When are you arriving?
Em G C Am C Bm Em G C
My propeller won’t spin and I can’t get it started on my own
Am C Bm
When are you arriving?
Em G C Am C Bm Em
My propelleeeeeeeeer

Arctic Monkeys – “Crying Lightning”

A F A E
Sat in the café by the cracker factory,
A G C G#
He were practising a magic trick,
A F A E
And my thoughts got rude, as you talked and chewed,
A G C G#
On the last of your pick and mix.

A F A E
Said your mistaken if you thinking that I am gun’ go cold before
A G C G#
As you bit into your strawberry lace,
A F A E
And then a flip in your attention in the form of a gobstopper,
A G C G#
Is all you have left and all is going to waste.

F Dm
Your past-times, consisted of the strange
Am
And twisted and deranged,
Am
And I love that little game you had called,
F Dm
Crying lightning,
Am
And how you like to aggravate the ice-cream man on rainy afternoons.

A F A E
The next time that I caught my own reflection,
It was on it’s way to meet you,
A G C G#
Thinking of excuses to postpone.
A F A E
You never look like yourself from the side,
But your profile did not hide,
A G C G#
The fact you knew I was approaching your throne.
A F A E
With folded arms you occupy the bench like toothache
A G C G#
Saw them, puff your chest out like you never lost a war.
A F A E
And though I try so not to suffer the indignity of a reaction
A G C G#
There was no cracks to grasp or gaps to claw.

F Dm
And your past-times, consisted of the strange,
Am
And twisted and deranged,
And I hate that little game you had called,
F Dm
Crying lightning,
Am
And how you like to aggravate the icky man on rainy afternoons.

F Dm
Uninviting,
Am
But not half as impossible as everyone assumes,
You are crying lightning.

A F A E
A G C G#
A F A E
A G C G#

F Dm
Your past-times, consisted of the strange,
Am
And twisted and deranged,
And I hate that little game you had called,
F Dm
Crying lightning,
Am
Crying lightning,
F Dm
Crying lightning,
Am
Crying lightning.
F Dm
Your past-times, consisted of the strange,
Am
And twisted and deranged,
And I hate that little game you had called,
F Dm
Cry-ing.

Arctic Monkeys – “Secret Door”

intro: Bb-Dm# x2

Bb Dm#
Fools On Parade
Gm
Cavort and carry on
Dm
The wait in lines,
Cm Dm
That you would rather be beside than infront of
Cm Dm
But shes never been the kind to be hollowed by the stares.

Gm-Dm-Bb
She swam out of tonights fantasm
Grabbed my hand and made it very clear
There’s absolutely nothing for us here
It’s a magnolia celebration to be attempted on a wednesday night
It’s better than to get a reputation for a miserable little tyke
Gm-Bb-Dm
At least thats the conclusion you came to in this overture

Dm Gm
The secret door swings behind us
Cm
shes saying nothing
Bb Dm
shes just wriggling along

Gm-Dm-Bb
Her arms were folded most indignant
Not looking like she was soon to leave
I had to squint in order to believe
and then like a pull and a push in on a bookshelf
I’m unveiling the unexpected
I was …
…stand corrected
Gm-Bb-Dm
How could such a creature survive in such a habitat

Dm Gm
The secret door swings behind us
Cm
She’s saying nothing
Gm Gm-Bb-Dm
She’s just wriggling along
Dm Gm
and even if they were to find us
Cm Dm
I wouldn’t notice, i’m completely occupied
F
at all the

Bb Dm#
Fools On Parade
Gm
Cavort and carry on
Dm
The wait in lines,
Cm Dm
That you would rather be beside than infront of
Cm F
But shes never been the kind to be hollowed by the stares.

Bb Dm#
Fools on parade
Gm
Frolic and f*ck about to make her gaze
Dm
Turn to a scribble on a page by a picture,
Cm Dm
That holds her options
Cm F
But you’re daft to think she’d care

Fools on parade
Fools on parade F
Fools on parade

Arctic Monkeys – “Potion Approaching”

Intro:
F#m G F#m G F#m
G F#m

G F#m G
I was biting the time zone,
F#m G F#m G
And we embellish the banks of our bloodstreams,
F#m G A
And threw caution to the colourful
G F#m G
And then we fell asleep in the car,
F#m G F#m G
Until the bumps woke me up in your grip
F#m G A
And the tide took me to your mouth,
G F#m G
And then swept me back down to your palms
F#m G A
It’s them that put me inside the reminder

G F#m
That yours is the only ocean,
A F#m
(Yours Is the only ocean)
A F#m
That I wanna swing from,
A F#m
Yours is the only ocean,
A
That I wanna hang on

F#m G F#m G
F#m G F#m

G F#m G
I’ve got this ego mechanic,
F#m G F#m G
She’s always trying to give me vitamins
F#m G A
Oh she’d be frightened of your reflection,
G F#m G
I preferred her as a cartoon
F#m G F#m G
If I could be someone else for a week,
F#m G A
I’d spend it chasing after you,
G F#m G
Cos she’s not shattering my attitude,
F#m G A
No matter how she folds the potion

G F#m
Yours is the only ocean,
A F#m
(Yours Is the only ocean)
A F#m
That I wanna swing from,
A F#m
Yours is the only ocean,
A F#m
That I want to hang on-…-to

A F#m A F#m
A F#m

A F#m
(I’m swinging on)

A F#m A F#m A F#m A

F#m A F#m A
Yours is the only ocean,
F#m A F#m A
Yours is the only ocean,
F#m A F#m A
Yours is the only ocean,
F#m A F#m A
Yours is the only ocean

F#m

E F#m
E F#m E F#m
E F#m E

F#m E F#m E
Potion approaching, shield your eyes,
F#m E F#m E
Potion approaching, visualize,
F#m E F#m E
Holding a token, swollen in size,
F#m E F#m
Potion approaching, shield your eyes

E
F#m G F#m G
F#m G F#m

G F#m G
Oh but if we’re gonna escape though,
F#m G F#m G
We really ought to think it through,
F#m G A G F#m
Would you like me to build you a go kart?

Vida Fodona #173: O ano tá começando a ficar bom

E aos poucos dá pra ter uma idéia de quem vai entrar no panteão de 2009:

Cidadão Instigado – “O Cabeção”
Teenagers – “Love No”
Phoenix – “1901”
Arctic Monkeys – “Dangerous Animals”
Franz Ferdinand – “Can’t Stop Feeling”
Death by Chocolate – “Ice Cold Lemonade”
Dangermouse & Sparklehorse – “Little Girl (com Julian Casablancas)”
Of Montreal – “An Eluardian Instance”
Cornershop – “Who Fingered Rock’n’Roll?”
Cut Copy – “Midnight Runner”
Fellini – “Por Toda Parte”
Big Star – “The Ballad of El Goodo”
Céu – “Bubuia (com Anelis Assumpção e Thalma de Freitas)”
Lucas Santtana & João Brasil – “O Violão de Mario Bros”
Milocovik – “Out of Her House”
Foals – “Olympic Airways”
Miami Horror – “Make You Mine (Fred Falke Remix)”
Daft Punk – “Tron Legacy Theme”
Radiohead – “These Are My Twisted Words”

Colaê.

Vida Fodona #172: Esse programa inaugura uma era e encerra outra

Dando um tempinho na Temporada Sem Parar para mais um Vida Fodona tradicional, cheio de falação aleatória entre as músicas – e o programa ainda marca a inauguração de novas instalações e o início da despedida da unidade móvel da UAM.

Cidadão Instigado – “Escolher Pra Quê?”
Flaming Grooves – “Have You Seen My Baby?”
Gossip – “Vertical Rhythm”
Friendly Fires – “Skeleton Boy (Grum Remix)”
Franz Ferdinand – “Womanizer”
Noah & the Whale – “Love of an Orchestra”
Thom Yorke – “The Present Tense”
Fernanda Takai – “There Must Be An Angel (Playing With My Heart)”
Lucas Santtana – “Cira Regina e Nana”
Florence and the Machine – “Halo”
Miami Horror – “Make You Mine (Fred Falke Remix)”
Passion Pit – “Sleepyhead (Starsmith Remix ft. Ellie Goulding)”
Arctic Monkeys – “Dangerous Animals”
Erasmo Carlos – “Noite Perfeita (Uma Farra no Tempo)”
Mick Ronson e David Bowie – “Like a Rolling Stone”
Gabriel Thomaz & Móveis Coloniais de Acaju – “A Shot in the Dark Sim, E Daí?”
Wado – “Estrada”
Killing Chainsaw – “The Woke of Jo”
Cat Power – “Dreams”

Colaqui.

A Era do Gelo

Aos poucos 2009 vai assumindo suas cores: um preto e branco desfocado, entre o sonho lúcido e o cinema vérité, em que as barreiras entre gêneros e personalidades vêm desmoronando umas atrás das outras, criando uma paisagem desolada propícia para começar a próxima década. E o terceiro disco dos Arctic Monkeys, “Humbug” têm as qualidades necessárias para demolir, sozinho, algumas boas paredes. A começar pela produção de Josh Homme que, por mais que tenha ressaltado qualidades que glorifica em suas bandas (tente ouvir a passagem em que Alex Turner canta “Yours is the only ocean” em “Potion Approaching” e tente não lembrar do Queens of Stone Age), prefere ajudar o grupo a se distanciar do apelo adolescente do primeiro disco, obsessão do líder da banda, Alex. E por mais que o grupo tente emular o Black Sabbath, o que se ouve é uma versão rock do que Turner já havia nos mostrado ano passado, com seu projeto acústico Last Shadow Puppets. Há, sim, uma clara fixação em soar mais adulto do que divertido, mas o casamento da banda com o produtor torna tudo muito fluido e natural – e talvez não seja exagero imaginar que, com seu terceiro disco, os Monkeys consolidam uma nova fase no rock do Reino Unido. Essencialmente britânicos, eles se distanciam do internacionalismo pop dos escoceses Franz Ferdinand e mostram o que parece ser uma espécie de britpop ainda mais radical que o original. Se o gênero dos anos 90 glorificava a Swinging London, este pop inglês do novo disco dos Monkeys vê os anos 60 como o fim do Império Britânico que um dia mandou no mundo (não estranhem se eles não saírem por aí tocando “Victoria”, dos Kinks e regravada pelo Fall, em algum show do futuro). Coeso e redondo, Humbug já é um dos melhores discos de 2009 – e melhora a cada audição.


Arctic Monkeys – “My Propeller