
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.
Veja a reportagem completa aqui
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
(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?
(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
(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
(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