Tom Waits, o aniversariante

Thomas Alan Waits (7 de dezembro de 1949) é um músico, instrumentista, compositor, cantor e ator norte-americano. Sua voz grossa e rouca e suas letras por vezes esquisitas e intrigantes marcam a personalidade de sua música. Ativo por mais de quatro décadas, Waits possui uma considerável obra, constituída de quase 30 álbuns (incluindo álbuns de estúdio, compilações e álbuns ao vivo), e mais de 50 participações diretas (como ator) e indiretas (compondo trilhas sonoras) em filmes. Já foi indicado a um grande número de prêmios musicais, tendo ganhado o Grammy Awards por dois álbuns: Mule Variations e Bone Machine.
Waits atualmente vive no Condado de Sonoma, Califórnia, com sua esposa, Kathleen Brennan, e seus três filhos.    (fonte: http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tom_Waits)

Downtown Train

Outside another yellow moon

punched a hole in the nighttime, yes

I climb through the window and down the street

shining like a new dime

the downtown trains are full with all those Brooklyn girls

they try so hard to break out of their little worlds

You wave your hand and they scatter like crows

they have nothing that will ever capture your heart

theyr'e just thorns without the rose

be careful of them in the dark

oh if I was the one

you chose to be your only one

oh baby can't you hear me now

Chorus

Will I see you tonight

on a downtown train

every night is just the same

you leave me lonely now

I know your window and I know it's late

I know your stairs and your doorway

I walk down your street and past your gate

I stand by the light at the four way

you watch them as they fall

they all have heart attacks

they stay at the carnival

but they'll never win you back

Chorus

Will I see you tonight on a downtown train

where every night is just the same you leave me lonely

will I see you tonight on a downtown train

all of my dreams just fall like rain

all upon a downtown train

Boa música... sempre!

James Joseph "Jim" Croce, (10/01/1943 - 20/09/1973) foi um cantor e compositor norte-americano, de voz suave, morto em um acidente aéreo aos 30 anos. Apesar da curta carreira (1960-1973),duas de suas canções chegaram ao 1° posto das 100 mais da revista Billboard: "Bad, Bad Leroy Brown" e "Time in a Bottle". Essa última foi composta em homenagem ao seu filho.







Time in a bottle


If i could save time in a bottle
the first thing that i'd like to do
is to save everyday till eternity passes away
just to spend them with you
if i could make days last forever
if words could make wishes come true
i'd save everyday like a treasure and then
again i would spend them with you
but there never seems to be enough time
to do the things you wanna do
once you find them
i looked around enough to know
that your the one i wanna go thru time with
if i had a box just for wishes
and dreams that had never come true
the box would be empty except for the memory of how
they were answered by you
but there never seems to be enough time
to do the things you wanna do
once you find them
i looked around enough to know
that your the one i wanna go thru time with


http://www.vagalume.com.br/jim-croce/time-in-a-bottle.html#ixzz2BgEAnSmm

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Vincent (starry, starry night)

Don McLean


Starry, starry night
Paint your palette blue and gray
Look out on a summer's day
With eyes that know the darkness in my soul
Shadows on the hills
Sketch the trees and the daffodils
Catch the breeze and the winter chills
In colors on the snowy linen land

Now I understand what you tried to say to me
And how you suffered for your sanity
How you tried to set them free
They would not listen, they did not know how
Perhaps they'll listen now

Starry, starry night
Flaming flowers that brightly blaze
Swirling clouds in violet haze
Reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue
Colors changing hue
Morning fields of amber grain
Weathered faces lined in pain
Are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand

Now I understand what you tried to say to me
And how you suffered for your sanity
And how you tried to set them free
They would not listen, they did not know how
Perhaps they'll listen now

For they could not love you
But still your love was true
And when no hope was left inside
On that starry, starry night
You took your life as lovers often do
But I could have told you, Vincent
This world was never meant
For one as beautiful as you

Starry, starry night
Portraits hung in empty halls
Frameless heads on nameless walls
With eyes that watch the world and can't forget
Like the strangers that you've met
The ragged men in ragged clothes
A silver thorn, a bloody rose
Lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow

Now I think I know what you tried to say to me
And how you suffered for your sanity
And how you tried to set them free
They would not listen, they're not listening still
Perhaps they never will