Neil Young sobre Bob Dylan.

Não sei o que é mais louco: essas pinturas de Bob Dylan serem expostas numa mostra dedicada ao seu talento como pintor ou o fato da coleção de telas ter sido batizada Brazil Series (talvez por terem sido pintadas aqui? Dylan, pra variar, não conta…).

A D7 A
Well, I see you got your brand new leopard-skin pill-box hat
D7 A
Yes, I see you got your brand new leopard-skin pill-box hat
E7
Well, you must tell me, baby
A
How your head feels under somethin’ like that
Co7 Bo7 Bbo7 A E7
Under your brand new leopard-skin pill-box hat

A D7 A
Well, you look so pretty in it, honey, can I jump on it sometime?
D7 A
Yes, I just wanna see if it’s really that expensive kind
E7
You know it balances on your head
A
Just like a mattress balances on a bottle of wine
Co7 Bo7 Bbo7 A E7
Your brand new leopard-skin pill-box hat

A D7 A
Well, if you wanna see the sun rise, honey, I know where
D7 A
We’ll go out and see it sometime, we’ll both just sit there and stare
E7
Me with my belt wrapped around my head
A
And you just sittin’ there
Co7 Bo7 Bbo7 A E7
In your brand new leopard-skin pill-box hat

A D7 A
Well, I asked the doctor if I could see you, it’s bad for your health, he said
D7 A
Yes, I disobeyed his orders, I came to see you but I found him there instead
E7
You know, I don’t mind him cheatin’ on me
A
But I sure wish he’d take that off his head
Co7 Bo7 Bbo7 A E7
Your brand new leopard-skin pill-box hat

A D7 A
Well, I see you got a new boyfriend, you know, I never seen him before
D7 A
Well, I saw you makin’ love with him, you forgot to close the garage door
E7
You might think he loves you for your money
A
But I know what he really loves you for
Co7 Bo7 Bbo7 A E7
It’s your brand new leopard-skin pill-box hat

Co7: x x 5 0 5 x
Bo7: x x 4 0 4 x
Bbo7: x x 3 0 3 x

A D E7 A
Ain’t it just like the night to play tricks when you’re tryin’ to be so quiet?
D E7 A
We sit here stranded, though we’re all doin’ our best to deny it
E A
And Louise holds a handful of rain, temptin’ you to defy it
D A
Lights flicker from the opposite loft
D A
In this room the heat pipes just cough
D
The country music station plays soft
A E7
But there’s nothing, really nothing to turn off
A D E7 A
Just Louise and her lover so entwined
D A E7 A D A
And these visions of Johanna that conquer my mind.

A D E7 A
In the empty lot where the ladies play blind man’s bluff with the key chain
D E7 A
And the allnight girls, they whisper of escapades out on the “D” train
E
We can hear the night watchman click his flashlight
A
Ask himself if it’s him or them that’s realy insane
D A
Louise, she’s allright, she’s just near
D A
She’s delicate and seems like the mirror
D
But she just makes it all too concice and too clear
A E7
That Johanna’s not here
A D E7 A
The ghost of ‘lectricity howls in the bones of her face
D A E7 A D A
Where these visions of Johanna have now taken my place.

A D E7 A
Now, little boy lost, he takes himself so seriously
D E7 A
He brags of his misery, he likes to live dangerously
E A
And when bringing her name up He speaks of a farewell kiss to me
D A
He’s sure got a lotta gall
D A
to be so useless and all
D
Muttering small talk at the wall
A E7
while I’m in the hall
A D E7 A
How can I explain? Oh, it’s so hard to get on
D A E7 A D A
And these visions of Johanna, they kept me up past the dawn.

A D E7 A
Inside the museums, Infinity goes up on trial
D E7 A
Voices echo this is what salvation must be like after a while
E A
But Mona Lisa musta had the highway blues You can tell by the way she smiles
D A
See the primitive wallflower freeze
D A
When the jellyfaced women all sneeze
D A E7
Hear the one with the mustache say, “Jeeze, I can’t find my knees”
A D E7 A
Oh, jewels and binoculars hang from the head of the mule
D A E7 A D A
But these visions of Johanna they make it all seem so cruel.

A D E7 A
The peddler now speaks to the countess who’s pretending to care for him

Sayin’ “Name me someone that’s not a parasite
D E7 A
and I’ll go out and say a prayer for him.” But like Louise
E
always says, “Ya can’t look at much, can ya man?” As she, herself, pre
A
-pares for him
D A
And Madonna, she still has not showed
D D
We see this empty cage now corrode
D A
Where her cape of the stage once had flowed
D A
The fiddler, he now steps to the road
D A
He writes ev’rything’s been returned which was owed
D A E7
On the back of the fish truck that loads While my conscience explodes
A D E A
The harmonicas play the skeleton keys and the rain
D A E7 A
And these visions of Johanna are now all that remain

|: C Csus4 C Csus4 😐

C Am
Oh, the ragman draws circles
C Am
Up and down the block.
C Am
I’d ask him what the matter was
F G
But I know that he don’t talk.
F C
And the ladies treat me kindly
Am C
And furnish me with tape,
Am C
But deep inside my heart
F C
I know I can’t escape.
Em
Oh, Mama, can this really be the end,
C G F
To be stuck inside of Mobile
C G11 C
With the Memphis blues again.

C Am
Well, Shakespeare, he’s in the alley
C Am
With his pointed shoes and his bells,
C Am
Speaking to some French girl,
F G
Who says she knows me well.
F C
And I would send a message
Am C
To find out if she’s talked,
Am C
But the post office has been stolen
F C
And the mailbox is locked.
Em
Oh, Mama, can this really be the end,
C G F
To be stuck inside of Mobile
C G11 C
With the Memphis blues again.

C Am
Mona tried to tell me
C Am
To stay away from the train line.
C Am
She said that all the railroad men
F G
Just drink up your blood like wine.
F C
An’ I said, “Oh, I didn’t know that,
Am C
But then again, there’s only one I’ve met
Am C
An’ he just smoked my eyelids
F C
An’ punched my cigarette.”
Em
Oh, Mama, can this really be the end,
C G F
To be stuck inside of Mobile
C G11 C
With the Memphis blues again.

C Am
Grandpa died last week
C Am
And now he’s buried in the rocks,
C Am
But everybody still talks about
F G
How badly they were shocked.
F C
But me, I expected it to happen,
Am C
I knew he’d lost control
Am C
When he built a fire on Main Street
F C
And shot it full of holes.
Em
Oh, Mama, can this really be the end,
C G F
To be stuck inside of Mobile
C G11 C
With the Memphis blues again.

C Am
Now the senator came down here
C Am
Showing ev’ryone his gun,
C Am
Handing out free tickets
F G
To the wedding of his son.
F C
An’ me, I nearly got busted
Am C
An’ wouldn’t it be my luck
Am C
To get caught without a ticket
F C
And be discovered beneath a truck.
Em
Oh, Mama, can this really be the end,
C G F
To be stuck inside of Mobile
C G11 C
With the Memphis blues again.

C Am
Now the preacher looked so baffled
C Am
When I asked him why he dressed
C Am
With twenty pounds of headlines
F G
Stapled to his chest.
F C
But he cursed me when I proved it to him,
Am C
Then I whispered, “Not even you can hide.
Am C
You see, you’re just like me,
F C
I hope you’re satisfied.”
Em
Oh, Mama, can this really be the end,
C G F
To be stuck inside of Mobile
C G11 C
With the Memphis blues again.

C Am
Now the rainman gave me two cures,
C Am
Then he said, “Jump right in.”
C Am
The one was Texas medicine,
F G
The other was just railroad gin.
F C
An’ like a fool I mixed them
Am C
An’ it strangled up my mind,
Am C
An’ now people just get uglier
F C
An’ I have no sense of time.
Em
Oh, Mama, can this really be the end,
C G F
To be stuck inside of Mobile
C G11 C
With the Memphis blues again.

C Am
When Ruthie says come see her
C Am
In her honky-tonk lagoon,
C Am
Where I can watch her waltz for free
F G
‘Neath her Panamanian moon.
F C
An’ I say, “Aw come on now,
Am C
You must know about my debutante.”
Am C
An’ she says, “Your debutante just knows what you need
F C
But I know what you want.”
Em
Oh, Mama, can this really be the end,
C G F
To be stuck inside of Mobile
C G11 C
With the Memphis blues again.

C Am
Now the bricks lay on Grand Street
C Am
Where the neon madmen climb.
C Am
They all fall there so perfectly,
F G
It all seems so well timed.
F C
An’ here I sit so patiently
Am C
Waiting to find out what price
Am C
You have to pay to get out of
F C
Going through all these things twice.
Em
Oh, Mama, can this really be the end,
C G F
To be stuck inside of Mobile
C G11 C
With the Memphis blues again.

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.

Vamo começar a semana espantando esse frio – pelo menos do cérebro. Enquanto vou escolhendo as músicas pro Vida Fodona de hoje, chovem mixtapes. Vamos começar por essa obra-prima dos Avalanches, que eram do tempo em que se chamava mashup de bootleg ou bastard pop e que a preservação dos direitos autorais do século 20 ainda era motivo de preocupação para os novíssimos players do século 21 (lembro dos caras comemorando o fato da Madonna ter permitido usar o baixo – infelizmente não a música toda – de “Into the Groove” “Holiday” em sua estreia em disco, Since I Left You, o melhor disco de 2001 e, com certeza, um dos pilares da década atual. Mas desde este primeiro disco, o grupo australiano de DJs não lançou mais nada oficialmente, nos deixando nas mãos de heróicos “piratas” digitais que nos trazem tesouros como esse After the Goldrush – um DJ set do ano passado que eu só vi passando por aqui agora… Dava pra falar horas sobre essa seqüência de músicas (especialmente pra enfatizar o fato de um dos melhores “lançamentos” de 2009 ser uma mixtape do ano passado, haha), mas espere os caras engatarem Queen, “Sandwiches”, Daft Punk e Hall & Oates enfileirados – ou deixa eles transformarem uma pérola esquecida dos Beach Boys com um hit dos Chemical Brothers. Nota 10.

Avalanches – After the Goldrush

Bob Dylan – “Why Do You Treat Me Like You Do?”
Beach Boys – “Matchpoint Of Our Love”
Chemical Brothers – “Star Guitar”
KLF – “3 Am Eternal”
Basement Jaxx – “Light Your Lighter”
Artist Unknown – “Shady”
Q Tip – “Breathe And Stop”
Aldo Bender- “Acid Enlightenment”
Thomas Bangalter – “Turbo”
Phoenix – “If I Ever Feel Better (Todd Edwards “Dub Better” remix)”
Mr Oizo – “M Seq”
Felix Da Housecat – “Strobe”
DJ Funk – “Booty Perc-U-Later”
BS 2000 – “Nobody Beats BS 2000”
DJ Funk – “Every Freakin Day”
Aphex Twin – “Afx237 v7”
Shimon & Andy C – “Bodyrock”
Avalanches – “Frontier Psychiatrist”
Bubba Sparxx – “Ugly”
Bobby Digital – “Must Be Bobby”
DJ Zinc – “138 Trek”
Dr Dre – “Forgot About Dre”
Chemical Brothers – “It Began In Afrika”
Underworld – “Rez” /”Cowgirl”
Guns N Roses – “Welcome To The Jungle”
Thomas Bangalter – “Colossus”
Mc5 – “Tonite”
Missy Elliot – “Get Yr Freak On”
George Michael – “Faith”
Destiny’s Child – “Jumpin Jumpin”
Foundation Players – “Fireball”
Eminem – “The Real Slim Shady”
Xpress 2 – “Smoke Machine”
Missy Elliot – “One Minute Man”
J Walk – “Soul Vibration”
Princess Superstar – “Wet Wet Wet”
Queen – “I Want To Break Free”
Detroit Grand Pubahs – “Sandwiches”
Daft Punk – “Oh Yeah”
Hall And Oates – “I Cant Go For That (No Can Do)”
Aphex Twin – “Windowlicker”
Beach Boys – “Johnny Carson”

A Babee (feliz aniversário nesse sábado! :D) me mandou esse link com o novo projeto do DJ francês ToTom:

Veja quais são as faixas:

“I Can’t Stand Along the Watchtower (Bob Dylan vs. Police)”
“Freight Train Control (Bob Dylan vs. Yeah Yeah Yeahs)”
“Rapture (Let me Follow You Down) (Bob Dylan vs. The Rapture)”
“Tambourines are from Barcelona (Bob Dylan vs. I’m from Barcelona)”
“The Man in Secret Plans (Bob Dylan vs. Eagles of Death Metal)”
“Subterranean Time Warp Blues (Bob Dylan vs. Rocky Horror Show)”
“Blowin’ in my Mind (2009 version) (Bob Dylan vs. Pixies)”
“Fire Coming Out of Oxford Town (Bob Dylan vs. Gorillaz)”
“Take me Out Blues (Bob Dylan vs. Franz Ferdinand)”
“Knockin’ on Ziggy’s Big Ego (Bob Dylan & David Bowie vs. Dr. Dre)”
“All Along the Love Lockdown (Bob Dylan vs. Kanye West)”
“Make it in the Morning (Bob Dylan vs. Queens of the Stone Age)”
“Lay Bittersweet Lady (Bob Dylan vs. The Verve)”
“Knockin’ on Ziggy’s Door (long mix) (Bob Dylan vs. David Bowie)”
“Blowin’ in America* (Bob Dylan vs. Razorlight)”

Uma ficaram bem boas, outras ficaram estranhaças, cabe ao ouvinte decidir. Deixei uma aí embaixo, vamos ver quais reações ela causa…

ToTom – “Blowing in My Mind“

Desta vez, tocado: cortesia da banda holandesa 1614, que toca “All Along the Watchtower” com o solo de “Stairway to Heaven” no vídeo abaixo.

Desta vez com Dr. Seuss. Uma espécie de Monteiro Lobato/Vila Sésamo dos anos 50 dos americanos, Theodor Seuss Geisel, mais conhecido pela alcunha de doutor Seuss (pronuncia-se “suss”), escreveu livros infantis e criou personagens que entraram de tal forma no subconsciente americano ao ponto de ainda serem adaptados para o cinema em grande escala na última década (tanto o Grinch de Jim Carrey, o Gato de Mike Myers e a animação do Horton são adaptações de sua obra). Quando ouvi o disco de homenagem do ToTom ao Dylan, lembrei deste projeto Dylan Hears a Who, cujo autor se autobatizara de Mocking Dylan (“tirando um barato de Dylan”, numa tradução livre), lançado em 2007, que foi desativado a pedido dos detentores dos direitos autorais do próprio doutor. Felizmente, eis a internet e tanto o torrent com as seis músicas é facilmente encontrado online quanto os próprios MP3, espalhados em blogs. Este abaixo eu tirei do Obscure Sound, que ainda tem outras duas músicas por lá. E a fórmula é simples: e se Dylan regravasse as canções do Dr. Seuss? Como o humor de Seuss é cheio de trocadilhos e listas, não fica muito distante da própria obra do bardo americano. Se liga:

Mocking Dylan – “Too Many Daves“