Em Get Back, no teto do prédio da Apple, em Londres, Paul na minha versão preferida: cabeludo e barbudo.
Get Back Lennon/McCartney
Jojo was a man who thought he was a loner But he knew it wouldn't last. Jojo left his home in Tucson, Arizona For some California grass. Get back, get back. Get back to where you once belonged Get back, get back. Get back to where you once belonged. Get back Jojo. Go home Get back, get back. Back to where you once belonged Get back, get back. Back to where you once belonged. Get back Jo.
Sweet Loretta Martin thought she was a woman But she was another man All the girls around her say she's got it coming But she gets it while she can Get back, get back. Get back to where you once belonged Get back, get back. Get back to where you once belonged. Get back Loretta. Go home Get back, get back. Get back to where you once belonged Get back, get back. Get back to where you once belonged. Get back Loretta Your mother's waiting for you Wearing her high-heel shoes And her low-neck sweater Get on home Loretta Get back, get back. Get back to where you once belonged.
Uma clássica dos Beatles para dar uma animadinha - Back in The USSR. Será que vai tocar essa aqui em SP?
Back In The U.S.S.R. Lennon/McCartney
Flew in from Miami Beach BOAC Didn't get to bed last night On the way the paper bag was on my knee Man I had a dreadful flight I'm back in the U.S.S.R. You don't know how lucky you are boy Back in the U.S.S.R.
Been away so long I hardly knew the place Gee it's good to be back home Leave it till tomorrow to unpack my case Honey disconnect the phone I'm back in the U.S.S.R. You don't know how lucky you are boy Back in the U.S.S.R.
Well the Ukraine girls really knock me out They leave the West behind And Moscow girls make me sing and shout That Georgia's always on my mind.
I'm back in the U.S.S.R. You don't know how lucky you are boys Back in the U.S.S.R.
Show me round your snow peaked mountains way down south Take me to your daddy's farm Let me hear your balalaika's ringing out Come and keep your comrade warm. I'm back in the U.S.S.R. You don't know how lucky you are boys Back in the U.S.S.R.
Gosto das músicas que são quase crônicas, contando histórias. For No One é uma delas. E esse vídeo é bem lega, por mostrar o Paul em estúdio, cantando só com o violão. Aliás, só nessas horas gosto do inglês - a língua fica tão melodiosa nas músicas dos Beatles...
For No One Lennnon/McCartney
Your day breaks, Your mind aches, You find that all her words of kindness linger on When she no longer needs you She wakes up, She makes up, She takes her time and doesn't feel she has to hurry She no longer needs you And in her eyes you see nothing, No sign of love behind the tears cried for no one, A love that should have lasted years You want her, You need her, And yet you don't believe her when she says her love is dead You think she needs you And in her eyes you see nothing No sign of love behind the tears cried for no one, A love that should have lasted years You stay home, She goes out, She says that long ago she knew someone, but no ne's gone She doesn't need him Your day breaks, Your mind aches, There will be times when all the things you said will fill your head You won't forget her And in her eyes you see nothing No sign of love behind the tears cried for no one, A love that should have lasted years
Em Ain't No Sunshine, no especial Unplugged, o Paul não canta, só toca bateria. Mas o vídeo vale pela música, muito bacana (esteve recentemente na trilha do filme Notting Hill), e pela mostra do multitalento que ele tem.
Ain't No Sunshine Bill Withers
Ain't no sunshine when she's gone It's not warm when she's away Ain't no sunshine when she's gone and she's always gone too long Anytime she goes away
Wonder this time where she's gone Wonder if she's gonna stay Ain't no sunshine when she's gone and this house just ain't no home anytime she goes away
And I know, I know...
Ain't no sunshine when she's gone Ain't no sunshine when she's gone Only darkness everyday Ain't no sunshine when she's gone and this house just ain't no home anytime she goes away
Outro dia vi numa revista famosas respondendo à pergunta: "qual música você gostaria que tivesse sido escrita para você?" Eu gostaria que tivesse sido Here, There and Everywhere. Uma das mais lindas canções de amor dos Beatles.
Here, There And Everywhere Lennon/McCartney
To lead a better life, I need a love to be Here, Making each day of the year Changing my life with a wave of her hand Nobody can deny that there's something there I want her everywhere And if she's beside me I know I need never care But to love her is to meet her everywhere, Knowing that love is to share, Each one believing that love never dies Watching her eyes and hoping I'm always there I will be here, there and everywhere Here, there and everywhere
Para encerrar a semana, uma música que reúne três coisas que adoro: o Paul, a cidade de San Francisco e blues. E um adicional: composição do Eric Clapton. Excelente combinação para uma sexta.
San Francisco Bay Blues Eric Clapton
I got the blues from my baby left me by the San Francisco Bay, The ocean liner's gone so far away. Didn't mean to treat her so bad, She was the best girl I ever have had, She said goodbye, I can take a cry, I want to lay down and die.
I ain't got a nickel and I ain't got a lousy dime. She don't come back, think I'm going to lose my mind. If she ever gets back to stay, it's going to be another brand new day, Walking with my baby down by the San Francisco Bay.
Sitting down looking from my back door, Wondering which way to go, The woman I'm so crazy about, she don't love me no more. Think I'll catch me a freight train, 'cause I'm feeling blue, And ride all the way to the end of the line, thinking only of you.
Meanwhile, in another city, Just about to go insane, Thought I heard my baby, Lord, the way she used to call my name. If I ever get her back to stay, it's going to be another brand new day, Walking with my baby down by the San Francisco Bay, Walking with my baby down by the San Francisco Bay, Walking with my baby down by the San Francisco Bay.
All My Loving é uma das minhas favoritas. Por isso, tem dois vídeos: um atual e outro do tempo dos Beatles. Demais!
All My Loving Lennon/McCartney
Close your eyes and I'll kiss you Tomorrow I'll miss you Remember I'll always be true And then while I'm away I'll write home every day And I'll send all my loving to you
I'll pretend that I'm kissing The lips I am missing And hope that my dreams will come true And then while I'm away I'll write home every day And I'll send all my loving to you
All my loving I will send to you All my loving, darling I'll be true
Close your eyes and I'll kiss you Tomorrow I'll miss you Remember I'll always be true And then while I'm away I'll write home every day And I'll send all my loving to you
All my loving I will send to you All my loving, darling I'll be true All my loving, all my loving ooh All my loving I will send to you
Drive my Car me faz lembrar o show do Paul aqui em São Paulo, no Pacaembu. Momento inesqquecível! O vídeo 1 está melhor, mas o 2 é da turnê que passou pelo Brasil em 1993.
Drive My Car Lennon/McCartney
Asked a girl what she wanted to be She said baby, "Can't you see I wanna be famous, a star on the screen But you can do something in between"
Baby you can drive my car Yes I'm gonna be a star Baby you can drive my car And maybe I love you
I told a girl that my prospects were good And she said baby, "It's understood Working for peanuts is all very fine But I can show you a better time"
Baby you can drive my car Yes I'm gonna be a star Baby you can drive my car And maybe I love you Beep beep'm beep beep yeah
Baby you can drive my car Yes I'm gonna be a star Baby you can drive my car And maybe I love you
I told that girl I can start right away And she said, "Listen baby I got something to say I got no car and it's breaking my heart But I've found a driver and that's a start"
Baby you can drive my car Yes I'm gonna be a star Baby you can drive my car And maybe I love you Beep beep'm beep beep yeah Beep beep'm beep beep yeah Beep beep'm beep beep yeah Beep beep'm beep beep yeah
Dear Boy é uma música do período Wings, de 1971, do disco Ram. Bem a cara dessa época. Melodias e vocais muito legais.
Dear Boy Paul McCartney
I guess you never knew, Dear boy, what you had found, I guess you never knew, Dear boy, that she was just the cutest thing around.
I guess you never knew what you had found, Dear boy.
I stepped in, my heart was down and out, But her love came through and brought me 'round, got me up and about.
I guess you never saw, Dear boy, that love was there, And maybe when you look too hard, Dear boy, you never do become aware.
I guess you never did become aware, Dear Boy. When I stepped in, my heart was down and out, But her love came through and brought me 'round, got me up and about.
I hope you never know, dear boy, how much you missed, And even when you fall in love, Dear boy, it won't be half as good as this I hope you never know how much you missed, dear boy.
I stepped in, my heart was down and out, But her love came through and brought me 'round, got me up and about. Dear boy, how much you missed, Dear boy.
Uma das minha favoritas dos Beatles. Tomara que o Paul toque essa no show de novembro. Nos vídeos, versão atual e original dos Beatles.
Penny Lane Lennon/McCartney
In Penny Lane there is a barber showing photographs Of every head he's had the pleasure to know And all the people that come and go Stop and say hello
On the corner is a banker with a motorcar The little children laugh at him behind his back And the banker never wears a mack In the pouring rain, very strange
Penny Lane is in my ears and in my eyes There beneath the blue suburban skies I sit, and meanwhile back
In Penny Lane there is a fireman with an hourglass And in his pocket is a portrait of the queen He likes to keep his fire engine clean It's a clean machine
Penny Lane is in my ears and in my eyes A four of fish and finger pies In summer, meanwhile back
Behind the shelter in the middle of a roundabout The pretty nurse is selling poppies from a tray And though she feels as if she's in a play She is anyway
In Penny Lane the barber shaves another customer We see the banker sitting waiting for a trim And then the fireman rushes in From the pouring rain, very strange
Penny lane is in my ears and in my eyes There beneath the blue suburban skies I sit, and meanwhile back Penny lane is in my ears and in my eyes There beneath the blue suburban skies Penny Lane
Para ir esquentando os motores e me preparando para o dia 21/11, I Saw Her Standing There. No vídeo, ao vivo. Master!
I Saw Her Standing There Lennon/McCartney
Well, she was just 17, You know what I mean, And the way she looked was way beyond compare. So how could I dance with another (ooh) And I saw her standin' there.
Well she looked at me, and I, I could see That before too long I'd fall in love with her. She wouldn't dance with another (whooh) And I saw her standin' there.
Well, my heart went "boom," When I crossed that room, And I held her hand in mine...
Whoah, we danced through the night, And we held each other tight, And before too long I fell in love with her. Now I'll never dance with another (whooh) Since I saw her standing there
Well, my heart went "boom," When I crossed that room, And I held her hand in mine...
Whoah, we danced through the night, And we held each other tight, And before too long I fell in love with her. Now I'll never dance with another (whooh) Since I saw her standing there
Clássica dos Beatles, preferida da minha amiga Marly, para ir aquecendo os motores para o show de novembro.
Eleanor Rigby Paul McCartney
Ah, look at all the lonely people Ah, look at all the lonely people Eleanor Rigby picks up the rice in the church where a wedding was been, Lives in a dream. Waits at the window, wearing the face that she keeps in a jar by the door, Who is it for ? All the lonely people, where do they all come from ? All the lonely people, where do they all belong ? Father McKenzie, writing the words to a sermon that no one will near, No one comes near. Look at him working, darning his socks in the night when there's nobody there What does he care ? All the lonely people, where do they all come from ? All the lonely people, where do they all belong ? Ah, look at all the lonely people Ah, look at all the lonely people Eleanor Rigby died in church and was buried along with her name; Nobody came. Father McKenzie, wiping the dirt from his hands as he walks from the grave; No one was saved. All the lonely people, where do they all come from ? (ah, look at all the lonely people) All the lonely people, where do they all belong ? (ah, look at all the lonely people)
Don't Get Around Much Anymore é um clássico do jazz, do Duke Ellington e do Bob Russell. Mas entra aqui porque adorei a versão rocker com o Paul. Vale para fechar a semana e começar o feriadão animada, depois de uma semana puxada.
Don't Get Around Much Anymore Duke Ellington / Bob Russell
Missed the Saturday dance Heard they crowded the floor Couldn't bear it without you Don't Get Around Much Anymore.
Thought I'd visit the club Got as far as the door They'd have asked me about you Don't Get Around Much Anymore.
Oh, darling I guess My mind's more at ease But nevertheless Why bring my memo, why bring my memo, Why bring my memories.
Been invited on dates Might have gone but what for It's awfully different without you Don't Get Around Much Anymore.
Thought I'd visit the club Got as far as the door They'd have asked me about you Don't Get Around Much Anymore.
Oh, darling I guess My mind's more at ease But nevertheless Why bring my memo, why bring my memo, Why bring my memories.
Uma badala delicada da fase Wings, Bluebird. Linda!
Bluebird Paul McCartney
Late at night when the wind is still I’ll come flying through your door, And you’ll know what love is for. L’m a bluebird, I’m a bluebird I’m a bluebird, l’m a bluebird Yeah ,yeah ,yeah.
I’m a bluebird, I’m a bluebird, I’m a bluebird Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Touch your lips with a magic kiss And you’ll be a bluebird too, And you’ll know what love can do.
L’m a bluebird, I’m a bluebird L’m a bluebird, l’m a bluebird Yeah, yeah, yeah.
L’m a bluebird, I’m a bluebird, L’m a bluebird, Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Bluebird Ah ha, Bluebird Ah ha, Bluebird.
Fly away through the midnight air As we head across the sea, And at last we will be free.
You’re a bluebird, you’re a bluebird, You’re a bluebird, you’re a bluebird Yeah, yeah, yeah. You’re a bluebird, you’re a bluebird You’re a bluebird Yeah, yeah ,yeah.
Bluebird Ah ha, Bluebird Ah ha, Bluebird.
All alone on a desert island We’re living in the trees, And we’re flying in the breeze.
We’re the bluebirds, we’re the bluebirds We’re the bluebirds, we’re the bluebirds Yeah, yeah, yeah.
We’re the bluebirds, we’re the bluebirds We’re the bluebirds Yeah, yeah, yeah. Bluebird Ah ha, Bluebird Ah ha, Bluebird.
Uma música da época do Wings ainda, muito legal. Para comemorar que o Paul estará de volta ao Brasil em novembro - eu estarei lá, com certeza! Vai ser um maravilhoso presente de aniversário para mim.
Listen What The Man Said Paul McCartney
Any Time, Any Day You Can Hear The People Say, But He Wont Mind, Well, I Don't Know But I Say Love Is Kind Soldier Boy Kisses Girl Leaves Behind A Tragic World But He Wont Mind, He's In Love And He Says Love Is Fine
Oh -- Yes, Indeed We Know That People Will Find A Way To Go No Matter What The Man Said And Love Is Fine For All We Know For All We Know, Our Love Will Grow -- That's What The Man Said So Won't You Listen To What The Man Said
He Said . . . . .
Oh -- Yes, Indeed We Know That People Will Find A Way To Go . . .
Oh -- Yes, Indeed We Know That People Will Find A Way To Go . . . Etc. Etc.
The Wonder Of It All Baby . . . . . The Wonder Of It All Baby . . . . . The Wonder Of It All Baby . . . . .
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