quarta-feira, 31 de outubro de 2018
terça-feira, 30 de outubro de 2018
segunda-feira, 29 de outubro de 2018
sexta-feira, 26 de outubro de 2018
quinta-feira, 25 de outubro de 2018
TRILHA SONORA
Aquarius - (James Rado, Gerome Ragni e Galt MacDermot) - Ren Woods
Hair - Milos Forman - 1979
CLÁSSICOS PARA A VIDA ETERNA
TOMORROW BELONGS TO ME* (1972) JOHN KANDER
Sérgio Luiz Gallina
O filme "Cabaret" (1972), do americano Bob Fosse, trata da ascensão do nazismo (ramo germânico do fascismo) na Alemanha de 1931. O povo, esperançoso de que um pulso firme, nacionalista, militarista, resolveria a crise política e econômica, acabou levando ao poder Adolf Hitler. O resto dessa história já é do conhecimento de todos.
The sun on the meadow is summery warm
The stag in the forest runs free
But gather together to greet the storm
Tomorrow belongs to me
----
The branch of the linden is leafy and green
The Rhine gives its gold to the sea
But somewhere a glory awaits unseen
Tomorrow belongs to me
----
The babe in his cradle is closing his eyes
The blossom embraces the bee
But soon, says a whisper
Arise, arise
Tomorrow belongs to me...
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*Fred Ebb & John Kander
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quarta-feira, 24 de outubro de 2018
terça-feira, 23 de outubro de 2018
GRANDES FRASES DE GRANDES FILMES
"Se eu sair vivo, esse cara, Lefty, acaba morto. Isso é como eu mesmo colocar a bala na sua cabeça."
Donnie Brasco (Johnny Depp) - Donnie Brasco - 1997
segunda-feira, 22 de outubro de 2018
sexta-feira, 19 de outubro de 2018
quinta-feira, 18 de outubro de 2018
quarta-feira, 17 de outubro de 2018
TRILHA SONORA
Airport Love Theme - Vincente Bell
Airport (Aeroporto) - George Seaton e Henry Hathaway - 1970
terça-feira, 16 de outubro de 2018
CLÁSSICOS PARA A VIDA ETERNA
HURRICANE (1975) BOB DYLAN
Sérgio Luiz Gallina
Pistol shots ring out in the ballroom night
Enter Patty Valentine from the upper hall
She sees the bartender in a pool of blood
Cries out, "My God, they've killed them all!"
Here comes the story of the Hurricane
The man the authorities came to blame
For somethin' that he never done
Put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a been
The champion of the world
----
Three bodies lyin' there does Patty see
And another man named Bello, movin' around mysteriously
"I didn't do it," he says, and he throws up his hands
"I was only robbin' the register, I hope you understand.
I saw them leavin'," he says, and he stops
"One of us had better call up the cops"
And so Patty calls the cops
And they arrive on the scene with their red lights flashin'
In the hot New Jersey night
----
Meanwhile, far away in another part of town
Rubin Carter and a couple of friends are drivin' around
Number one contender for the middleweight crown
Had no idea what kinda shit was about to go down
When a cop pulled him over to the side of the road
Just like the time before and the time before that
In Paterson that's just the way things go
If you're black you might as well not show up on the street
'Less you wanna draw the heat
----
Alfred Bello had a partner and he had a rap for the cops
Him and Arthur Dexter Bradley were just out prowlin' around
He said, I saw two men runnin' out
They looked likemiddleweights
They jumped into a white car with out-of-state plates
And Miss Patty Valentine just nodded her head
Cop said: Wait a minute, boys, this one's not dead
So they took him to the infirmary
And though this man could hardly see
They told him that he could identify the guilty men
----
Four in the mornin' and they haul Rubin in
Take him to the hospital and they bring him upstairs
The wounded man looks up through his one dyin' eye
Says, "Wha'd you bring him in here for? He ain't the guy!"
Yes, here's the story of the Hurricane
The man the authorities came to blame
For somethin' that he never done
Put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a been
The champion of the world
----
Four months later, the ghettos are in flame
Rubin's in South America, fightin' for his name
While Arthur Dexter Bradley's still in the robbery game
And the cops are puttin' the screws to him
Lookin' for somebody to blame.
"Remember that murder that happened in a bar?"
"Remember you said you saw the getaway car?"
"You think you'd like to play ball with the law?"
"Think it might-a been that fighter that you saw runnin' that night?"
"Don't forget that you are white"
----
Arthur Dexter Bradley said:"I'm really not sure"
Cops said:"A poor boy like you could use a break
We got you for the motel job and we're talkin' to your friend Bello
Now you don't wanta have to go back to jail, be a nice fellow.
You'll be doin' society a favor
That sonofabitch is brave and gettin' braver.
We want to put his ass in stir
We want to pin this triple murder on him
He ain't no gentleman jim"
----
Rubin could take a man out with just one punch
But he never did like to talk about it all that much
It's my work, he'd say, and I do it for pay
And when it's over I'd just as soon go on my way
Up to some paradise
Where the trout streams flow and the air is nice
And ride a horse along a trail
But then they took him to the jail house
Where they try to turn a man into a mouse
----
All of Rubin's cards were marked in advance
The trial was a pig-circus, he never had a chance
The judge made Rubin's witnesses drunkards from the slums
To the white folks who watched he was a revolutionary bum
And to the black folks he was just a crazy nigger
No one doubted that he pulled the trigger
And though they could not produce the gun
The D.A. said he was the one who did the deed
And the all-white jury agreed
----
Rubin Carter was falsely tried
The crime was murder "one," guess who testified?
Bello and Bradley and they both baldly lied
And the newspapers, they all went along for the ride.
How can the life of such a man
Be in the palm of some fool's hand?
To see him obviously framed
Couldn't help but make me feel ashamed to live in a land
Where justice is a game
----
Now all the criminals in their coats and their ties
Are free to drink martinis and watch the sun rise
While Rubin sits like Buddha in a ten-foot cell
An innocent man in a living hell
That's the story of the Hurricane
But it won't be over till they clear his name
And give him back the time he's done.
Put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a been
The champion of the world
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TRILHA SONORA
Passarim (Tom Jobim) - Tom Jobim e Orquestra
O Tempo e o Vento - Rede Globo (Denise Saraceni e Walter Campos) - 1985
segunda-feira, 15 de outubro de 2018
TRILHA SONORA
The Last of Mohicans - Promontory (Main Theme) - Trevor Jones, Randy Edelman
The Last of Mohicans (O Último dos Moicanos) - Michael Mann - 1992
quinta-feira, 11 de outubro de 2018
TRILHA SONORA
The Terminator Theme - Brad Fiedel
The Terminator (O Exterminador do Futuro) - James Cameron - 1985
quarta-feira, 10 de outubro de 2018
TRILHA SONORA
The Hateful Eight Theme - Enio Morricone
The Hateful Eight (Os Oito Odiados) - Quentin Tarantino - 2016
terça-feira, 9 de outubro de 2018
CLÁSSICOS PARA A VIDA ETERNA
DIAMONDS AND RUST (1978) JOAN BAEZ
Sérgio Luiz Gallina
Well I'll be damned
Here comes your ghost again
But that's not unusual
It's just that the moon is full
And you happened to call
----
And here I sit
Hand on the telephone
Hearing a voice I'd known
A couple of light years ago
Heading straight for a fall
----
As I remember your eyes
Were bluer than Robin's eggs
My poetry was lousy you said
Where are you calling from?
A booth in the midwest
----
Ten years ago
I bought you some cufflinks
You brought me something
We both know what memories can bring
They bring diamonds and rust
----
Well you burst on the scene
Already a legend
The unwashed phenomenon
The original vagabond
You strayed into my arms
----
And there you stayed
Temporarily lost at sea
The Madonna was yours for free
Yes, the girl on the half-shell
Would keep you unharmed
----
Now I see you standing
With brown leaves falling around
And snow in your hair
Now you're smiling out the window
Of that crummy hotel
Over Washington Square
Our breath comes out white clouds
Mingles and hangs in the air
Speaking strictly for me
We both could have died then and there
----
Now you're telling me
You're not nostalgic
Then give me another word for it
You who are so good with words
And at keeping things vague
----
Because I need some of that vagueness now
It's all come back too clearly
Yes I loved you, dearly
And if you're offering me diamonds and rust
I've already paid
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TRILHA SONORA
The Patriot - Composed and Conducted by John Williams
The Patriot (O Patriota) - Roland Emmercich - 2000
segunda-feira, 8 de outubro de 2018
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