Existem músicas que permanecem. São mais do que prazeres. São memórias, felizes ou tristes. São nossas e dos outros. Como em nenhuma outra arte, a Música é comunhão. Quer por estarmos num concerto, quer porque a ouvimos no conforto de casa.
Todos os fins-de-semana vão poder ouvir um álbum que me marcou. Esta semana cabe aos Zero 7 e ao LP Simple Things.
Já agora, para aqueles que vêm do site da Maxim e não só, não se esqueçam de dar uma olhada em posts anteriores para saber e ouvir mais sobre este muito bem guardado segredo da música. Basta clicarem no nome Alpha que escrevi ao longo deste post ;-)
Se quiserem ouvir ou saber sobre Trip-Hope de alguns dos outros nomes da música mencionados no artigo... já sabem... cliquem nos nomes abaixo.
Começou, reza uma história, com os álbuns “Blue Lines” dos Massive Attack, “Moon Safari” dos Air e "Dummy” dos Portishead (sempre achei a inclusão deste último algo desarmónica quando colocada lado a lado ao tom dos dois primeiros). Outra história ainda, revela que se iniciou com a canção “In/Flux” de DJ Shadow (álbum "Preemptive Strike").
Mas continuou e cresceu e amadureceu. Com Hooverphonic. Com Alpha. Com Thievery Corporation. Com tantos e tantos e tantos outros, uma panóplia de grupos e sons que tinham como mote a sonoridade etérea, vaporosa, música da noite urbana sozinha de gente e guardada pelas luzes, néon e edifícios.
(Banda-sonora perfeita para Lisboa)
Os Zero 7 eram mais uns, uma interessante ponte entre este Trip-Hop escondido e o mainstream no limiar do comercial. Nunca descambavam. Raramente se comprometiam. As canções eram repletas de placidez, um antídoto ao tonitruante Rock ‘n’ Roll, ao intempestivo Grunge, ao fogoso Hip-Hop.
Este novo álbum “Yeah Ghost” vê-os a enveredar por um caminho diferente, mais (será?) Soul. Mas uma aposta que continua a nos dar uns Zero 7 melodiosos.
Bits of other people keep running into me They say you know just who you are I am getting pulled into shadows that surround I see you sitting on your cold star
Help me I'm merging into all I used to dream I was this tall My new eye is opening up to black and gold Everything is turning out the same Everything is turning out the same
When I'm coming down there are buzzes in my ears I can feel them floating around All the walls are shaking 'Cause they were never real Sweet to see things falling apart Help me I'm merging into all I used to dream I was this small And my new eyes opening up to black and gold Everything is turning out the same Same same same same same same same same...
All the walls are shaking 'Cause they were never real
Help me I'm Same same same same same same same same...
"This Love" de Craig Armstrong com a voz de Liz Fraiser
This love This love is a strange love A faded kind of mellow This love This love I think I'm gonna fall again And ever when you held my hand It didn't mean a thing, this love This love Now rehearsed we stay, love Doesn't know it is love This love This love It hasn't have to feel love It hasn't need to be love It hasn't mean a thing This love This love loves love It's a strange love, strange love This love This love This love is a strange love, strange love I'm gonna fall again love It doesn't mean a thing Think I'm gonna fall again This Love
There's a look on your face I would like to knock out See the sin in your grin and the shape of your mouth All I want is to see you in terrible pain Though we won’t ever meet I remember your name
Can't believe you were once just like anyone else then you grew and became like the devil himself Pray to God I think of a nice thing to say But I don't think I can so fuck you anyway
You`re a scum, you`re a scum and I hope that you know That the cracks in your smile are beginning to show Now the world needs to see that it's time you should go There's no light in your eyes and your brain is too slow
Can't believe you were once just like anyone else then you grew and became like the devil himself Pray to God I can think of a nice thing to say But I don't think I can so fuck you anyway
Bet you sleep like a child with your thumb in your mouth I could creep up beside put a gun in your mouth makes me sick when I hear all the shit that you say so much crap coming out it must take you all day
There's a space kept in hell with your name on the seat With a spike in the chair just to make it complete When you look at yourself do you see what I see If you do why the fuck are you looking at me
There’s a time for us all and I think yours has been Can you please hurry up cos I find you obscene We can’t wait for the day that you’re never around When that face isn’t here and you rot underground
Can’t believe you were once just like anyone else Then you grew and became like the devil himself Pray to god I can think of a nice thing to say But I don’t think I can so fuck you anyway
Porque o Verão também é um pôr-do-sol tépido na praia calma de maresia, um copo na sonolenta esplanada, um livro que se anseia ser aquele que nos revela o segredo de ser feliz.
A partir de agora, achamos que achamos que vos podemos fazer a banda sonora deste Verão. Em viagem e hop, é claro...
