No baú das viagens descobri um walkman Sony (passo a publicidade) que me deu muita música enquanto atravessava a Europa nos idos anos 80. Da malinha vermelha das cassetes, cheias de pó e irremediávelmente perdidas, destacou-se Searching for the Young Soul Rebels,dos meus adorados Dexys Midnight Runners. Muito mais espontâneo do que qualquer Eileen (nunca gostei dessa canção, nem do conceito sonoro do album Too-Rye-Ay, meio campesino/deslocado) aqui fica There there my dear.
Sorte sorte foi vê-los na Festa do Avante, em 1981, no Alto da Ajuda!
Lado A
Burn It Down
Tell Me When My Light Turns Green
The Teams That Meet in Caffs
I'm Just Looking
Geno
Lado B
Seven Days Too Long
Couldn't Help It If I Tried
Thankfully Not Living in Yorkshire It Doesn't Apply
Keep It
Love Part One
There, There, My Dear
Não conheço o grupo, mas o walkman Sony é um clássico dos anos 80 e 90! Quem não teve um? Um abraço. Carlos
ResponderEliminarThe world lives in your front room
ResponderEliminarYoure sitting happy in gloom
Fate worries you, you will not give her room.
You give credit for might, inspiration and sight.
But you miss the point.
You wont join the fight,
You think to use is to lose so your clinging, pulling pleading.
Try and keep it safe.
Keep it cosy but it feels so out of place
Youre feeling a loss but youre not fit to make it
You offered so much but youre frightened to take it.
It never was really proved, never was understood.
But there really is no virtue in the good.
The shoutings so loud that theyd do better to mime
Youre deafened and you cannot hear the rhyme.
But secrets in whispers pull you, try to tempt you.
Try and keep it safe
Keep it cosy but it feels so out of place
Youre feeling a loss but youre not fit to make it
You offered so much but youre frightened to take it.
You beg for help and advice, how to handle your life.
But you dare not move, you cannot pay the price.
Chances slip, you just chatter, flatter, to forget what matters.
Spout your lines, read all your books,
You hear the sounds, miss all the hooks,
Your best is what you least understand,
You hate the graft, wont join the race,
Youre scared to scar your pretty face
Safe now cos your head is in the sand
KEEP IT...
A desentendida nestes assuntos,gosta desta música.O registo vocal faz-me lembrar o Robert Smith (amo),sem provavelmente nada ter a ver!...
Dexys Midnight Runners,catapulta-me sempre para os Madness,curiosamente.
Obrigada por nos trazeres o walkman de volta Maria,relíquia nos tempos que correm!
80 beijocas! :)
D.M.Runners:
ResponderEliminarmemorável!
Os headphones eram algo de assustador para quem via... um dia perguntaram-me, na rua, se eu era surda e se aquilo ela um modelo novo da Sonotone LOLOLOL
ResponderEliminarA "desentendida" (grrrr) diz e muito bem que o registo é muito semelhante ao do Robert Smith, e é mesmo! ;)
As coisas que descobrimos no baú... lolol
Bj*
"modelo novo da Sonotone" AHAHAHAHAHAH
ResponderEliminarMuito bom mesmo!!! lolololo