O clipe de Press, com o Paul passeando pelo metrô de Londres, é muito fofo. Bom para encerrar a semana sorrindo - e sem stress, como diz a letra.
Press Paul McCartney
Darling, I Love You Very, Very, Very Much, And I Really Am Relying On Your Touch. But With All These People Listening In, I Don't Know Where I Ought To Begin. Maybe We Could Hit Upon A Word, Something That The Others Haven't Heard, When You Want Me To Love You, Just Tell Me To Press.
Right There, That's It. Yes. When You Feel The Stress Don't Just Stand There, Tell Me To Press.
You Can Give Me What I Want I Must Confess, My Body Needs Attention My Mind Is In A Mess, Oklahoma Was Never Like This. Never Like This, It Was Never Like This, Ever Like This, Say Was It Ever Like This? Oklahoma Was Never Like This. It Was Never Like This ...
Darling, I Know It Really Wouldn't Be A Crime, If I Say I Want To Lnve You All The Time. But With All These People Listening In, I Don't Know Where I Ought To Begin. Maybe We Should Have A Secret Code, Before We Both Get Ready To Explode. When You Want Me To Love You, Just Tell Me To Press. Press ...
Right There, That's It. Yes. When You Feel The Stress, Don't Just Stand There. Won't You Tell Me To Press?
Freedom foi escrita após os atentados de 11 de setembro de 2001, em NY. Não é uma das minhas preferidas em termos musicais, mas concordo em gênero, número e grau com a letra, porque, para mim, liberdade é o bem mais precioso do ser humano - de qualquer ser humano, seja branco ou negro ou amarelo, seja heterossexual ou homossexual, seja adulto ou criança, seja cristão ou muçulmano ou budista, o que for.
Freedom Paul McCartney
This is my right A right given by god To live a free life To live in freedom
Talking about freedom I’m talking about freedom I will fight for the right To live in freedom
And do you want To try to take it away You will have to answer Cause this is my right
Talking about freedom I’m talking about freedom I will fight for your right To live in freedom
Yeah Oh
Talking about freedom I’m talking about freedom I will fight for your right To live in freedom
Everybody talking about freedom I’m talking about freedom We will fight for the right To live in freedom
Oh
Talking about freedom I’m talking about freedom I will fight for your right To live in freedom
Talking about freedom I’m talking about freedom We will fight for the right To live in freedom
Parte da trilha sonora do filme Estão Todos Bem, com Robert De Niro, esta é uma das mais recentes do Paul. Delicada e linda, para variar.
(I Want To) Come Home Paul McCartney
For so long I was out in the cold, and I taught myself to believe every story I told. It was fun hanging over the moon, heading into the sun, but it's been too long. Now I wanna come home.
Came so close to the edge of defeat. But I made my way in the shade, keeping out of the heat. It was fun shooting out of the stars, looking into the sun, but it's been too long. Now I wanna come home.
Home. Where's there's nothing but sweet surrender, to the memories from afar. Home. To the place where the truth lies waiting, we remember who we are.
For too long I was out on my own. Every day I spent trying to prove I could make it alone. It was fun hanging over the moon, heading into the sun, but it's been too long. Now I wanna come home.
Home.
For so long I was out in the cold, but I taught myself to believe every story I told. It was fun hanging over the moon heading into the sun, but it's been too long. Now I wanna come home.
Yeah, it's been too long, now I want to come home. Been too long, now I want to come home.
End of the End é um belo último desejo do Paul. Também sempre quis que meu fim do fim seja assim.
End of the End Paul McCartney
At the end of the end It's the start of a journey To a much better place And this wasn't bad So a much better place Would have to be special No need to be sad
On the day that I die I'd like jokes to be told And stories of old to be rolled out like carpets That children have played on And laid on while listening to stories of old
At the end of the end It's the start of a journey To a much better place And a much better place Would have to be special No reason to cry
[Whistling]
On the day that I die I'd like bells to be rung And songs that were sung to be hung out like blankets That lovers have played on And laid on while listening to songs that were sung
At the end of the end It's the start of a journey To a much better place And a much better place Would have to be special No reason to cry No need to be sad At the end of the end
Calico Skies é uma joia que descobri garimpando as músicas do Paul. A música é linda e o vídeo, uma graça. Para levantar o astral do dia.
PS - Pena que a Linda se foi tão cedo, um ano depois desta música ser lançada. Eu queria ver os dois envelhecendo juntos, um amor assim é tão raro...
Calico Skies Paul McCartney
It was written that I would love you From the moment I opened my eyes And the morning when I first saw you Gave me life under calico skies
I will hold you for as long as you like I'll love you for the rest of my life
Always looking for ways to love you Never failing to fight at your side While the angels of love protect us From the innermost secrets we hide
I'll hold you for as long as you like I'll love you for the rest of my life
Long live all of us crazy soldiers Who were born under calico skies May we never be called to handle All the weapons of war we despise
I'll hold you for as long as you like I'll hold you for the rest of my life I'll hold you for as long as you like I'll hold you for the rest of my ... For the rest of my life
Uma pérola dos Wings: London Town. O vídeo é muito engraçadinho.
London Town Paul McCartney
Walking down the sidewalk one purple afternoon, I was accosted by a barker playing a simple tune upon his flute. Toottoottoottoot. Silver rain was falling down Upon the dirty ground of london town. People pass me by on my imaginary street, Ordinary people it's impossible to meet, Holding conversations that are always incomplete. Well i don't know.
Oh, where are there places to go? Someone, somewhere has to know. I'don't know.
Out of work again,the actor entertains his wife With the same old stories of his ordinary life. Maybe he exaggerates the trouble and the strife. Well, i don't know.
Oh, where are there places to go? Someone, somewhere has to know.
Crawling down the pavement on a sunday afternoon, I was arrested by a rozzer Wearing a pink balloon about his foot. Toot toot toot toot. Silver rain was falling down Upon the dirty ground of london town.
Someone, somewhere has to know. Silver rain was falling down Upon the dirty ground of london town.
Paul fez a música Little Willow para ajudar seus filhos a lidar com a morte de um amigo íntimo da família. Resultado: letra e melodia lindíssimas, delicadas como só ele sabe fazer.
Little Willow Paul McCartney
Bend, little willow Wind's gonna blow you Hard and cold tonight
Life, as it happens Nobody warns you Willow, hold on tight
Nothing's gonna shake your love Take your love away No one's out to break your heart It only seems that way... hey
Sleep, little willow Peace gonna follow Time will heal your wounds
Grow to the heavens Now and forever Always came too soon
Little willow
Nothing's gonna shake your love Take your love away No one's out to break your heart It only seems that way... hey
Bend, little willow Wind's gonna blow you Hard and cold tonight
Life, as it happens Nobody warns you Willow, hold on tight
Uma balada delicada para começar bem a semana: Distractions. A letra é uma graça, e o vídeo também.
Distractions Paul McCartney
What is this thing in life that persuades me to spend time away from you? If you can answer this, you can have the moon. This is the place to be, anyway you can see, there's a lovely view. Why are there always so many other things to do?
Distractions, Like butterflies are buzzing 'round my head. When I'm alone, I think of you And the life we'd lead if we could only be free From these distractions...
The postman's at the door While the telephone rings on the kitchen wall Pretend we're not at home, and they'll disappear. I want to be with you, Tell me what I can do, nothing is too small... Away from all this jazz, we could do anything at all...
Distractions, Like butterflies are buzzing 'round my head. When I'm alone, I think of you And the things we'd do if we could only be through With these distractions...
I'll find a peaceful place, far away from the noise of a busy day Where we can spend our nights counting shooting stars...
Distractions, Like butterflies are buzzing 'round my head. When I'm alone, I think of you And the things we'd do if we could only be through With these distractions, Like butterflies are buzzing 'round my head. When I'm alone, I think of you And the life we'd lead if we could only be free From these distractions...
Retomando as músicas do Paul, já que a ideia é colocar 365 delas, 2011 começa com Blue Moon of Kentucky, de Bill Monroe, do CD Unplugged. A música é um clássico da country music americana, gravada até por Elvis Presley, outro dos meus ídolos. Adoro!
Blue Moon Of Kentucky
Well Blue moon of Kentucky keep on shining, Shine on the one that's gone and left me blue. Well blue moon of Kentucky keep on shining, Shine on the one that's gone and left me blue.
Well, it was on one moonlight night, Well Stars shining bright, Wind blowin' high My Love said good-bye. Blue moon of Kentucky Keep on shining. Shine on the one that's gone and left me blue.
Well, it was on one moonlight night, Stars shining bright, Wind blowin' high Love said good-bye.
Blue moon of Kentucky Keep on shining. Shine on the one that's gone and left me blue.
[Uptempo] Well Blue moon, blue moon, blue moon, keep shining bright. Well Blue moon, keep on shining bright, You're gonna bring me back my baby tonight, Blue moon, yeh keep shining bright.
Blue moon of Kentucky keep on shining, Shine on the one that's gone and left me blue. Well blue moon of Kentucky keep on shining, Shine on the one that's gone and left me blue.
Well, it was on one moonlight night, Stars shining bright, Wind blowin' high My Love said good-bye.
Blue moon of Kentucky Keep on shining. Shine on the one that's gone and left me blue. Shine on the one that's gone and left me blue.
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