Acústico MTV

No início de 1992 resolvemos que, em vez de produzirmos um "videoclip" para o lançamento do disco "V", iríamos aceitar o convite da MTV para a gravação do então "novo programa" acústico. -"Jóia! Não temos que fazer clip!", ouvia-se em coro, o que definitivamente se transformou em mais um estimulante desafio. Pensávamos em imagem, um mega videoclip se estendendo por mais de uma hora no ar, suprindo, assim, nossa dificuldade em cumprir obrigações em relação à promoção de nosso trabalho. Naquele momento, a marca "acústico" estampada na capa de um disco não tinha o "sentido" que tem hoje, não cogitávamos a possibilidade de se transformar o programa de televisão em disco. Felizmente não perdemos a oportunidade de registrar na íntegra o áudio da apresentação, o que nos traz de volta a Legião Urbana interpretando ao vivo, espontânea e surpreendentemente à vontade, nossas inesquecíveis canções também inéditas versões com apenas dois violões, bateria, percussão e uma grande e inigualável voz.

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1. Baader-Meinhof Blues / 2. "Índios" / 3. Mais do Mesmo / 4. Pais e Filhos

5. Hoje a Noite Não Tem Luar / 6. Sereníssima / 7. O Teatro dos Vampiros

8. On The Way Home / Rise / 9. Head On / 10. The Las Time I Saw Richard

11. Metal Contra as Nuvens / 12. Há Tempos / 13. Eu Sei / 14. Faroeste Caboclo


HOJE A NOITE NÃO TEM LUAR

(Hoy Me Voy Para Mexico : A. Monroe Fernandez / C. Villa de La Torre / Versão: Carlos Colla)

 

Ela passou do meu lado

"Oi amor" - eu lhe falei

"Você está sozinha"

Ela então sorriu pra mim

Foi assim que eu a conheci

Naquele dia junto ao mar

As ondas vinham beijar a praia

O sol brilhava de tanta emoção

O rosto lindo como o verão

E um beijo aconteceu

Nos encontramos à noite

Passeamos por aí

E num lugar escondido

Outro beijo lhe pedi

Lua de prata no céu

O brilho das estrelas no chão

Tenho certeza que não sonhava

A noite linda continuava

E a voz tão doce que me falava

O mundo pertence a nós

E hoje a noite não tem luar

E eu estou sem ela

Já não sei onde procurar

Não sei onde ela está

Hoje a noite não tem luar

E eu estou sem ela

Já não sei onde procurar

Onde está meu amor?


On The Way Home / Rise

(Neil Young John Lydon / Nill Laswell)

 

When the dream came I held my breath with my eyes closed

I went isane, like a smoke ring day When the wind blows

Now i won't be back till later ron If I do came back at all

But you know me, and I miss you now. In a strange game

I saw my self as you knew me

When the change came, and you had a chance to see through me

Though the other side is just the same

You can tell my dream is real Because I love you can you see me now

Though we rush ahead to save our time We are only what we feel

And I love you, you feel it now.

I could be wrong I could be right.I could be black I could be white

I could be right I could be wrong I could be white I could be black

Your time has come your second skin The cost so high the gain so low

Walk through the valley The written work is a lie

May the road rise with you Anger is an energy


Head On

(William Reid / James Reid)

 

As soon as I get my head round you

I come around catching sparks off you

I get an eletric charge from you

That second hand living it just won't do

And the way I feel tonight

I could die and I wouldn't mind

And there's something going on inside

Makes you want to feel makes you want to try

Makes you want to blow the stars from the sky

I can't stand up I can't cool down

I can't get my head off the ground

As soon as I get my head round you

I come around catching sparks off you

And all I ever got from you

Was all I ever took from you

And the world could die in pain

And I would't feel no shame

And there's nothing holding me to blame

Makes you want to feel makes you want to try

Makes you want to blow the stars from sky

I'm taking my self to the dirty part of town

Where all my trobles can't be found


The Last Time I Saw Richard

(Joni Mitchell)

 

The last time I saw Richard was Detroit in '68,

And he told me all romantics meet the same fate someday

Cynical and drunk and boring someone in some dark cafe

You laugh, he said you think you're immune, go look at your eyes

They're full of moon You like roses and kisses and pretty men to tell you

All those pretty lies, pretty lies When you gonna realise they're only pretty lies

Only pretty lies, just pretty lies He put a quarter in the

Wurlitzer, and he pushed Three buttons and the thing began to whirr

And a bar maid came by in fishnet stockings and a bow tie

And she said "Drink up now it's gettin' on time to close."

"Richard, you haven't really changed," I said It's just that now you're

romanticizing some pain that's in your head

You got tombs in your eyes, but the songs

You punched are dreaming Listen, they sing of love so sweet, love so sweet

When you gonna get yourself back on your feet?

Oh and love can be so sweet, love so sweet Richard got married to a figure skater

And he bought her a dishwasher and a Coffee percolator

And he drinks at home now most nights with the TV on

And all the house lights left up bright I'm gonna blow this damn candle out

I don't want Nobody comin' over to my table

I got nothing to talk to anybody about

All good dreamers pass this way some day

Hidin' behind bottles in dark cafes Dark cafes

Only a dark cocoon before I get my gorgeous wings

And fly away Only a phase, these dark cafe days


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