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março 09, 2007

Só se tiverem 20 minutos

O que é que acontece quando a Chan Marshall e o M. Ward se juntam para fazer uma canção? Há mais de um ano que me têm chegado ecos deste «Willie Deadwilder» (a primeira vez, creio que foi num artigo do João Bonifácio no Público), uma faixa extra do documentário «Speaking For Trees» de Mark Borthwick. No entanto, só ontem é que consegui deitar-lhe as unhas e, meus amigos, que coisa mais alucinada e bela. O que temos aqui é uma canção folk com mais de 18 minutos, em que a Cat Power debita versos sobre um falso loop de guitarra acústica de M. Ward (falso, porque ao longo do tema há variações subtis no dedilhar hipnótico do rapaz, como mudanças de tempo e intensidade ou a inclusão de harmónicos e hammer-ons). Tudo isto é muito Bob Dylan, claro, e faz sobretudo recordar hinos como «Desolation Row», «Sad-Eyed Lady of The Lowlands» e, sobretudo, o magnífico «Highlands» (tema com o qual, de resto, «Willie Deadwilder» parece entrar diversas vezes em diálogo). Digo isto não apenas porque a letra refere o nome de Dylan e de, pelo menos, meia-dúzia das suas canções, mas porque há uma polifonia, um sentido de humor auto-referencial e uma cadência narrativa que são a marca registada do autor de «Blood on Tracks». O que é que acontece quando a Chan Marshall e o M. Ward se juntam para fazer uma canção? A soma das partes torna-se uma multiplicação.

WILLIE DEADWILDER (2004)
(Letra & Voz: Chan Marshall / Música e Guitarra: M. Ward)

Willie Deadwilder and Rebecca
They knew that they loved one another
He said fuck this cabby life
She said fuck this old trailer
He said I want you for my wife

Willie Deadwilder and Rebecca
They saw the same things at once
They shared the kind of stuff
Everybody dreams of
Finding out about it's all about love

Willie Deadwilder and Rebecca
They got a few more years to go
Gonna have some good old times
No more sad, sad bad times
It's all that they've been waiting for
Someone to knock at that door
I tell you there are some people living alone
There are some people with nowhere to go
There are some people who don't believe in love
But Willie and Rebecca prove them all wrong

First time I saw him he smiled at me
And the first time I saw her she was beautiful
Sixty-two plus forty-six equals one hundred and eight
Possible years they'll live long to
That's almost half of the rest of his life
That's over half for her

Willie was shot once in his mind
His cry out saved his life
The second time was through the heart
The doctor pulled the bullet from inside
He had a job to do, he thought
That's his way of life
To take that car and pick her up
To be a man for her
Broken down and cutted
She had been married for most her life
Now she's finally free for a while
Long enough to see this man and what he means
When he tells her that God in on his side
No matter what and will you marry me?

Willie Deadwilder and Rebecca
They want to live a life
I wish I had a million dollars
So we could throw it all away
I wish I had a million dollars
So we could light it aflame
I wish I had one million dollars
So we could spend it every day
I'm on the same side as you
I'm just a little bit behind

And please don't bring me down
Please don't let me go
I'm looking for a new kind of thing
A place that makes my heart sing
Another question answered from above

Please don't let it worry you now
Please don't let it worry you now
I've seen inside your heart and soul
It's beautifully jacketed
An open hand and a mind to lend
There's nothing more romantic
Than a distant place behind your smile
Tells my eyes that I am coming home
Please don't bring me down
Please don't let me go

My heart is a worried thing
Memories have planted
Seeds of a field I now want to reap and sow
Maybe when I’m sixty-two, maybe when I’m forty-six
Maybe when I’m thirty, maybe the next time I see you
We will have our universe for the first time, again
Rings around our sweet friendship
Will tear up in into a run
Galloping forever more until tomorrow is gone

I deeply say to you now
I deeply say to you now
I deeply say to you now
There's another question answered from above
You're the kind of friend of mine I never had
You're the kind of love I had that I never thought there was
Saint Saint Saint Saint Augustine
Far far far away Georgie Koontz
We gotta stake this thing out
We gotta laugh the whole day through
We gotta live the way that we want to

As long as God is willing, I am too
And as long as you are here, I am too
As long as he and she can forgive and love again and still love us too
You take my heart and you give it to me
You show me love I’ve never seen
You take my heart and give it to me

When Dylan sang Ramona in the taxi that night
I knew it right away would either be hard or be right
Cause I'm not Ramona and you didn't write that song
Cause you're not Dylan, and I know we really do get along
Get along and get on with what it is you got to do
Go on get along with whom ever you choose
This is your life
But if God is willing, then I'm willing too, oh
I'll be in the front, back and side of you
Just many happily waiting for you
Saint Saint Saint Saint Saint Augustine
Far away far way Georgie Koontz
You know what it is
You know what it is you got to do

A young little girl named Jennifer gave me a turquoise ring
A native sentiment of joy love and peace
I thank you for this ring: it's beautiful to me
A lady future journalist gave to me a lucky sweater to wear
Stains she had since eighteen, amazing that she did that
It would have been hard to do for me

A man named John wrote a song for me to sing
Also the most unbelievable flowers I have ever seen
He is a very good man
And he has been an even very good man to me
I hope that one day that song I will sing
Another love named Jennifer gives her care to me
A radiant heart with holy power, she believed in me
And with that gift I cry right now
But a memory of her laughing kills the beast

Another love I still love, a familiar face to me
A standing arch above my heart I've never been to reach
He's laid my head on the bed
And told me «Sweet, I'm not crazy like the others say»
No, he's not crazy like me

This is a four hour song
And it will go on and on
A moment in time traveling on
Even if it is too long
I don't care
I love to share
I love to sing along
I know you do too
Feel the same way so come along
Sing your song
It's all that you have to do

I'm looking for that kind of mind
I never thought I’d find
I'm looking for that kind of love
I never thought was real
I'm looking for your heart
My dear, are you...looking for me?
Please don't bring me down
Please don't let me go

With your love I have foothold, I can carry on
But please don't let me worry you now
Please don't let me worry you now
There's nothing I am saying
That could ever be made wrong
I love you, love you so
I love you so strong
Please remember your heart in me
Please remember it's not anatomically correct
Please know there's no boundary
And if God is willing to protect our love, a world of love
I think you'd be willing too

Where are you from?
And where are you going to?
We have so much to do
Where you are going is
Where you do come from
And where I will be is with you
We have so much to do
We have so much to do
We have so much to do
Hurry, hurry, hurry let's go
Hurray, hurray, things are gonna be okay
Hurry, hurry let's go
All them children are waiting
It's time and they are ready
We got so much to do
And if God is willing
We have got so much
We have got so much

Publicado por João Pedro da Costa às março 9, 2007 01:31 PM

Comentários

hey, mister tambourine man, play a song for me
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to

Publicado por: Mi em março 9, 2007 05:11 PM

Ò caraças, já vi nos bolsos todos e só trago dezassete e meio (e trinta)...

Publicado por: shark em março 9, 2007 06:11 PM

Ah, então és tu que me segues nas jingle jangle mornings, Mi? Também me parecia. Gostaste da piquena cançom?

Publicado por: João Pedro da Costa em março 9, 2007 08:32 PM

Mizita: tive aqui às voltas com a guitarra e, de facto, a linha melódica da voz é bastante semelhante à de Mr. Tambourine Man. A música é que não (em vez de F/G/C temos G/Dm/C, ou algo que se lhe valha) e o Dylan não tem a técnica do Ward. Fica mais uma vez provado que tens um ouvido dos diabos, caramba. O Descompensado deve sofrer imenso, coitado...

Publicado por: João Pedro da Costa em março 9, 2007 08:44 PM

Gosteie :)

(não sofre nada. na-da)

Publicado por: Mi em março 9, 2007 09:38 PM

Mais uma descobreta: há um tema do Bob Dylan que partilha em absoluto estes três acordes: «Ballad of Frankie Lee & Judas Priest» de «John Wesley Harding» (1967).

Publicado por: João Pedro da Costa em março 10, 2007 11:42 AM

Hy, Again.
Aonde é que posso encontrar o teu livro as ruínas circulares???

BJS á prima,

Um abraço

Publicado por: scevola em março 10, 2007 09:02 PM

Ora aqui está uma boa pergunta, rapaz. Mandei-te um maili, ofereço-te essa pôrra na boa.

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