Good Luck

Boa Sorte / Good Luck
Vanessa da Mata
Composição: Ben Harper / Vanessa da Mata

É só isso
Não tem mais jeito
Acabou, boa sorte
Não tenho o que dizer
São só palavras
E o que eu sinto
Não mudará
Tudo o que quer me dar
É demais
É pesado
Não há paz
Tudo o que quer de mim
Irreais
Expectativas
Desleais
That's it
There's no way
It's over, good luck
I've nothing left to say
It's only words
And what l feel
Won’t change
Tudo o que quer me dar / Everything you want to give me
É demais / It's too much
É pesado / It's heavy
Não há paz / There is no peace
Tudo o que quer de mim / All you want from me
Irreais / Isn't real
Expectativas / Expectations
Desleais
Mesmo se segure
Quero que se cure
Dessa pessoa
Que o aconselha
Há um desencontro
Veja por esse ponto
Há tantas pessoas especiais
Now even if you hold yourself
I want you to get cured
From this person
Who advises you
There is a disconnection
See through this point of view
There are so many special
People in the world
So many special
People in the world
In the world
All you want
All you want
Tudo o que quer me dar / Everything you want to give me
É demais / It's too much
É pesado / It's heavy
Não há paz / There's no peace
Tudo o que quer de mim / All you want from me
Irreais / Isn't real
Expectativas / That expectations
Desleais
Now we're falling
Falling, falling
Falling into the night
Into the night
Falling, falling, falling
Falling into the night
Now we're falling
Falling, falling
Falling into the night
Into the night
Falling, falling, falling
Falling into the night

Roberto Carlos at Radio City Hall

Afro Latin Jazz Alliance

Chuck Berry

Chuck Berry was responsible for 2010 countdown.

Milton Nascimento at Carnegie Hall

• A Brazilian High Priest Looks Back
• Carnegie Hall
• Last.FM
• Pandora
• Wikipedia

Os Mutantes & DeLeon

From Android Camera (Misc)

Otto at Lincoln Center

Sir James Paul at Citi Field

Paul McCartney mandou muito bem ontem a noite do Citi Field (ex-Shea Stadium). Cantou, fez piada, homenageou seus parceiros nos Beatles e mostrou porque é o músico e compositor mais bem pago de todos os tempos...

Link da Reportagem no G1.

Mandela's Day at Radio City

Adriana Calcanhoto at MoMA

Here comes the sun

O inverno se despediu de NY hoje de manhã com neve. Ou flurry, pra ser mais preciso. Senti até um pouco de saudades do branquinho acumulado em cima dos carros, o contraste com o aslfalto. No final do dia já estava mais quente, mas o sol ainda não mostrou a que veio. It's been a long cold lonely winter!

Here comes the sun, here comes the sun,
and I say it's all right

Little darling, it's been a long cold lonely winter
Little darling, it feels like years since it's been here
Here comes the sun, here comes the sun
and I say it's all right

Little darling, the smiles returning to the faces
Little darling, it seems like years since it's been here
Here comes the sun, here comes the sun
and I say it's all right

Sun, sun, sun, here it comes...

Little darling, I feel that ice is slowly melting
Little darling, it seems like years since it's been clear
Here comes the sun, here comes the sun,
and I say it's all right
It's all right

When the moon is in the Seventh House...

And Jupiter aligns with Mars
Then peace will guide the planets
And love will steer the stars

This is the dawning of the Age of Aquarius
The Age of Aquarius
Aquarius! Aquarius!

Harmony and understanding
Sympathy and trust abounding
No more falsehoods or derisions
Golden living dreams of visions
Mystic crystal revelation
And the mind's true liberation
Aquarius! Aquarius!

When the moon is in the Seventh House
And Jupiter aligns with Mars
Then peace will guide the planets
And love will steer the stars

This is the dawning of the Age of Aquarius
The Age of Aquarius
Aquarius! Aquarius!

Let the sun shine, Let the sun shine in
The sun shine in
Let the sun shine, Let the sun shine in
The sun shine in

The Letter

The Letter, by Wayne Carson Thompson

Give Me A Ticket For An Airoplane
I Ain't Got Time To Take No Fast Train
Oh, The Lonely Days Are Gone
I'm coming Home
My Baby She Wrote Me A Letter

I Don't Care How Much Money I Got To Spend
I got to get back to my baby again
Oh, The Lonely Days Are Gone
I'm coming home
My Baby, She Wrote Me A Letter

She Wrote Me A Letter
Said She Couldn't Live With Out Me No More
Listen To Me Mister can't ya see i got to get back to
My Baby Once More
Anyway

Give Me A Ticket For An Airoplane
I Ain't Got Time To Take No Fast Train
Oh, The Lonely Days Are Gone
I'm coming home
My Baby She Wrote Me A Letter

The day I met the king of Soul

Mr Brown was living his hotel in Columbus Circle when we saw him.