'La vera essenza dell'anima musicale brasiliana'. Cosi' Villa Lobos definiva lo choro, o piu' comunemente chorinho. Pur distaccandosi dalla formazione - tipo definita 'Quarteto ideal', il gruppo Choro das Tres rappresenta perfettamente quest'anima. Senza dimenticare che la piu' dotata delle tre sorelle ha soltanto 13 anni. Il brano, nemmeno a dirlo, e' stato composto dal grandissimo Ernesto Nazareth.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rEI2UfMuyx4

Stasera mi sento cosi'...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=N7vCww3j2-w

Here comes the helicopter, second time today
Everybody scatters and hopes it goes away
How many kids they've murdered only God can say
If I had a rocket launcher... I'd make somebody pay

I don't believe in guarded borders and I don't believe in hate
I don't believe in generals or their stinking torture states
And when I talk with the survivors of things too sickening to relate
If I had a rocket launcher... I would retaliate

On the Rio Lacantun, one hundred thousand wait
To fall down from starvation, or some less humane fate
Cry for guatemala, with a corpse in every gate
If I had a rocket launcher... I would not hesitate

I want to raise every voice, at least I've got to try
Every time I think about it water rises to my eyes.
Situation desperate, echoes of the victims cry
If I had a rocket launcher... Some son of a bitch would die

Non so se si è già discusso del "caso Morgan", personalmente comunque trovo meravigliosa la sua canzone.

Morgan - La Sera
S’apre la sera
vedi, s’avvera
morbida svela e distende
la sua coperta nera
Ecco la sera, bella la sera
la luce s’inchina
esce di scena
poi si nasconde tra i monti
scalderà altre genti
brucerà altri campi
e altri orizzonti
avanti, entri la sera
e noi siamo ancora qui
ma niente sembra uguale: con te
Con te si può parlare
disordinare il destino
rimandare il mattino
che il modo migliore è
consumare le ore facendo l’amore
Cade la sera
e il cuore s’ispira
mentre che il cielo si oscura
buio a regalar le stelle
belle illusioni, sogni lontani
anche se per oggi abbiamo dato già abbastanza
tutte le nostre forze, tutti i fianchi e gli occhi
Non siamo stanchi
e d’incanto l’identico istinto ci coglie
e con me ti fai trascinare via
guarda la sera
scende sicura
apre la notte futura e
non infonderà paure
anzi ci invita a nuove avventure
e fin che resteremo insieme non morirò
e del tormento allora ci faremo un canto
tutto il tempo che resta, ogni sera la nostra festa
e il vento come orchestra
mentre un raggio di luna rifrange
sulla pioggia che piange tu volteggi come un’onda
cosi volubile e profonda, stasera
l’atmosfera profuma d’incenso
quando ormai mi credevo disperso
con stupore immenso tutto ritorna per me ad avere un senso
o
almeno si spera, esce la sera, buona la sera

Savatage - When the crowds are gone

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KoLbjaYpsNk

I don't know where the years have gone
Memories can only last so long
Like faded photographs, forgotten songs
And the things I never knew
When the skin is thin, the heart shows through
Please believe me what I tell you is true

Where's the light, turn then on again
One more night to believe and then
Another note for my requiem
A memory to carry on
The story's over when the crowds are gone

All my friends have been crucified
They made life a long suicide true
Guess we never figured out the rules
But I'm still alive and my fingers feel
I'm gonna play on till the final reel's through
And read the credits from a different view

Where's the lights, turn them on again
One more night to believe and then
Another note for my requiem
A memory to carry on
The story's over when the crowds are gone

When the crowds are gone
And I'm all alone
Playing a final song
Now that the lights are gone
Turn them on again
One more time for me my friend
Turn them on again
I never wanted to know
Never wanted to see
I wasted my time till time wasted me
Never wanted to go
Always wanted to stay
Cause the person I am are the parts that I play
So I play and I plan
And hope and I scheme
To the lure of a night
Filled with unfinished dreams
And I'm holding on tight
To a world gone astray

As they charge me for years
I can no longer pay

And the lights
Turn them off my friend
And the ghosts
Well just let them in
Cause in the dark
It's easier to see

CALL IT DEMOCRACY (Bruce Cockburn)

Padded with power here they come
International loan sharks backed by the guns
Of market hungry military profiteers
Whose word is a swamp and whose brow is smeared
With the blood of the poor

Who rob life of its quality
Who render rage a necessity
By turning countries into labour camps
Modern slavers in drag as champions of freedom

Sinister cynical instrument
Who makes the gun into a sacrament --
The only response to the deification
Of tyranny by so-called "developed" nations'
Idolatry of ideology

North South East West
Kill the best and buy the rest
It's just spend a buck to make a buck
You don't really give a flying fuck
About the people in misery

IMF dirty MF
Takes away everything it can get
Always making certain that there's one thing left
Keep them on the hook with insupportable debt

See the paid-off local bottom feeders
Passing themselves off as leaders
Kiss the ladies shake hands with the fellows
Open for business like a cheap bordello

And they call it democracy
And they call it democracy
And they call it democracy
And they call it democracy

See the loaded eyes of the children too
Trying to make the best of it the way kids do
One day you're going to rise from your habitual feast
To find yourself staring down the throat of the beast
They call the revolution

IMF dirty MF
Takes away everything it can get
Always making certain that there's one thing left
Keep them on the hook with insupportable debt

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=68zccrskOqQ

Questo brano non e' 'di' Herbert Pagani, ma la sua versione di una splendida canzone di Giorgio Gaber, contenuta nel vecchio, bellissimo concept album L'Amicizia. Quando questo lp arrivo' a casa, comprato da me, fan di Pagani dai tempi di Radio Montecarlo, i miei allibirono per il suo netto schieramento politico... io capii soltanto, da ragazzino quindicenne qual'ero, che la pensavo, anche se immaturamente e larvatamente, come lui.
In ricordo di un grande e geniale artista scomparso e dimenticato troppo presto.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aI2YxkUe7xo

Grazie, Herbert...

E, guarda un po', uno dei suoi successi capita giusto giusto per dedicarlo a Tattersail e a Kinzica ...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=K5mToH2qUDw