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muitas citações da letra são detalhadas pelos respectivos links… D+

[Verse 1]
It was a dark day in Dallas, November ’63
A day that will live on in infamy
President Kennedy was a-ridin’ high
Good day to be livin’ and a good day to die
Being led to the slaughter like a sacrificial lamb
He said, “Wait a minute, boys, you know who I am?”
“Of course we do, we know who you are!”
Then they blew off his head while he was still in the car
Shot down like a dog in broad daylight
Was a matter of timing and the timing was right
You got unpaid debts, we’ve come to collect
We’re gonna kill you with hatred, without any respect
We’ll mock you and shock you and we’ll put it in your face
We’ve already got someone here to take your place
The day they blew out the brains of the king
Thousands were watching, no one saw a thing

It happened so quickly, so quick, by surprise
Right there in front of everyone’s eyes
Greatest magic trick ever under the sun
Perfectly executed, skillfully done
Wolfman, oh wolfman, oh wolfman howl
Rub-a-dub-dub, it’s a murder most foul

[Verse 2]
Hush, little children, you’ll understand
The Beatles are comin’, they’re gonna hold your hand
Slide down the banister, go get your coat
Ferry ‘cross the Mersey and go for the throat
There’s three bums comin’ all dressed in rags
Pick up the pieces and lower the flags
I’m goin’ to Woodstock, it’s the Aquarian Age
Then I’ll go to Altamont and sit near the stage
Put your head out the window, let the good times roll
There’s a party going on behind the Grassy Knoll
Stack up the bricks, pour the cement
Don’t say Dallas don’t love you, Mr. President
Put your foot in the tank and then step on the gas
Try to make it to the triple underpass
Blackface singer, whiteface clown
Better not show your faces after the sun goes down
Up in the red light district, they’ve got cop on the beat
Living in a nightmare on Elm Street
When you’re down on Deep Ellum, put your money in your shoe
Don’t ask what your country can do for you
Cash on the ballot, money to burn
Dealey Plaza, make a left-hand turn
I’m going down to the crossroads, gonna flag a ride
The place where faith, hope, and charity lie
Shoot him while he runs, boy, shoot him while you can
See if you can shoot the invisible man

Goodbye, Charlie! Goodbye, Uncle Sam!
Frankly, Miss Scarlett, I don’t give a damn
What is the truth, and where did it go?
Ask Oswald and Ruby,
they oughta know
“Shut your mouth,” said a wise old owl
Business is business, and it’s a murder most foul

[Verse 3]
Tommy, can you hear me? I’m the Acid Queen
I’m riding in a long, black Lincoln limousine
Ridin’ in the backseat next to my wife
Headed straight on in to the afterlife
I’m leaning to the left, I got my head in her lap
Hold on, I’ve been led into some kind of a trap
Where we ask no quarter, and no quarter do we give
We’re right down the street, from the street where you live
They mutilated his body and they took out his brain
What more could they do? They piled on the pain
But his soul was not there where it was supposed to be at
For the last fifty years they’ve been searchin’ for that
Freedom, oh freedom, freedom over me
I hate to tell you, mister, but only dead men are free
Send me some lovin’, then tell me no lie
Throw the gun in the gutter and walk on by
Wake up, little Susie, let’s go for a drive
Cross the Trinity River, let’s keep hope alive

Turn the radio on, don’t touch the dials
Parkland hospital, only six more miles
You got me dizzy, Miss Lizzy, you filled me with lead
That magic bullet of yours has gone to my head
I’m just a patsy like Patsy Cline
Never shot anyone from in front or behind
I’ve blood in my eye, got blood in my ear
I’m never gonna make it to the new frontier
Zapruder’s film I seen night before
Seen it thirty-three times, maybe more
It’s vile and deceitful, it’s cruel and it’s mean
Ugliest thing that you ever have seen

They killed him once and they killed him twice
Killed him like a human sacrifice
The day that they killed him, someone said to me, “Son
The age of the Antichrist has just only begun
Air Force One comin’ in through the gate
Johnson sworn in at 2:38
Let me know when you decide to throw in the towel
It is what it is, and it’s murder most foul

[Verse 4]
What’s new, pussycat? What’d I say?
I said the soul of a nation been torn away
And it’s beginning to go into a slow decay
And that it’s thirty-six hours past Judgment Day
Wolfman Jack, he’s speaking in tongues
He’s going on and on at the top of his lungs
Play me a song, Mr. Wolfman Jack
Play it for me in my long Cadillac
Play me that “Only the Good Die Young”
Take me to the place Tom Dooley was hung
Play “St. James Infirmary” and the Court of King James
If you want to remember, you better write down the names
Play Etta James, too, play “I’d Rather Go Blind”
Play it for the man with the telepathic mind
Play John Lee Hooker, play “Scratch My Back”
Play it for that strip club owner named Jack
Guitar Slim going down slow
Play it for me and for Marilyn Monroe

[Verse 5]
Play “Please Don’t Let Me Be Misunderstood”
Play it for the First Lady, she ain’t feeling any good
Play Don Henley, play Glenn Frey
Take it to the limit
and let it go by
Play it for Carl Wilson, too
Looking far, far away down Gower Avenue
Play tragedy, play “Twilight Time
Take me back to Tulsa to the scene of the crime
Play another one and “Another One Bites the Dust”
Play “The Old Rugged Cross” and “In God We Trust”
Ride the pink horse down that long, lonesome road
Stand there and wait for his head to explode
Play “Mystery Train” for Mr. Mystery
The man who fell down dead like a rootless tree
Play it for the reverend, play it for the pastor
Play it for the dog that got no master
Play Oscar Peterson, play Stan Getz
Play “Blue Sky,” play Dickey Betts
Play Art Pepper, Thelonious Monk
Charlie Parker and all that junk
All that junk and “All That Jazz”

Play something for the Birdman of Alcatraz
Play Buster Keaton, play Harold Lloyd
Play Bugsy Siegel, play Pretty Boy Floyd
Play the numbers, play the odds
Play “Cry Me A River” for the Lord of the gods
Play Number nine, play Number six
Play it for Lindsey and Stevie Nicks
Play Nat King Cole, play “Nature Boy”
Play “Down In The Boondocks” for Terry Malloy
Play “It Happened One Night” and “One Night of Sin”
There’s twelve million souls that are listening in
Play “Merchant of Venice”, play “Merchants of Death
Play “Stella by Starlight” for Lady Macbeth
Don’t worry, Mr. President, help’s on the way
Your brothers are comin’, there’ll be hell to pay
Brothers? What brothers? What’s this about hell?

Tell them, “We’re waiting, keep coming,” we’ll get them as well
Love Field is where his plane touched down
But it never did get back up off the ground

Was a hard act to follow, second to none
They killed him on the altar of the rising sun
Play “Misty” for me and “That Old Devil Moon”
Play “Anything Goes” and “Memphis in June”
Play “Lonely At the Top” and “Lonely Are the Brave”
Play it for Houdini spinning around his grave
Play Jelly Roll Morton, play “Lucille”
Play “Deep In a Dream”, and play “Driving Wheel”
Play “Moonlight Sonata” in F-sharp
And “A Key to the Highway” for the king on the harp
Play “Marching Through Georgia” and “Dumbarton’s Drums”
Play darkness and death will come when it comes
Play “Love Me Or Leave Me” by the great Bud Powell
Play “The Blood-stained Banner”, play “Murder Most Foul”

marden ocupaNdo…

Subject: Playlist ocupatempo
“Essa playlist tá demais!

Já escutei 4 vezes (se tiverem monitorando execuções, tô atrapalhando, rs).
O duro da quarentena é a falta de ronca…mas entendemos. Sorte que ainda estou no #377, escutando devagarinho pra não acabar.
Se cuida aí!”
Marden

tem olhado pra Ele? (ou o céu que nos protege)…

os teóricos estão descabelados em análises profundas desse tempo ao redor… já percebeu?

mudanças à vista em todas as gavetas. situações inéditas, zilhões de fichas caindo (tipo “como nunca percebi isso?”)… e, talvez, a mais definitiva, uma realidade que nunca testemunhamos e que, provavelmente, jamais voltará a ser exibida.

uma dessas novidades é o céu? já levantou os olhos para encarar o “teto”?

como uma verdadeira aNta ambientalista, há dias venho olhando pra Ele… admirando, pensando: “mas que luz é essa”? ok, a época do ano ajuda muito… cheguei a comentar com algumas pessoas sobre a lindeza Dele, em todas as 24 horas.

até que fernando cravou: “tá foda mermo, culpa da falta de poluição”!

mamãe, claro… caramba, não tem busão, carro, fábrica, neguinho cuspindo pra cima, restaurante empestiando as ruas com gordura…

quando sua cidade respirou um ar tão puro e saudável? (que momento, hein?)

e ainda recebi essa matéria sobre a pauta… AQUI

a bula do #381 / VAPODN#15 (especial family com ed motta)…

family.logo2

family – “drowned in wine” (ao vivo / 1972)

family – “scene through the eye of a lens” (7″ / 1967)

family.single1

family – “boots and roots” (it’s only a movie / 1973)

family – “the chase” (music in a doll’s house / 1968)

dolls

family – “3 X time” (music in a doll’s house / 1968)

family – “stop for the traffic” (a song for me / 1970)

a.song

family – “today” (old songs, new songs / 1971)

old

family – “dim” (entertainment / 1969)

family – “strange band” (7″ / 1970)

family.single2

family – “song for sinking lovers” (a song for me / 1970)

family – “holding the compass” (anyway / 1970 / ao vivo)

family – “willow tree” (anyway / 1970 / ao vivo)

anyway

family – “larf and sing” (fearless / 1971 / vocal poli palmer)

fearless.capa

family – “in my own time” (7″ / 1971)

family.single3

family – “bolero babe” (bandstand / 1972)

family – “broken nose” (bandstand / 1972)

bandstand

family – “ready to go” (bandstand / 1972)

family – “face in the cloud” (entertainment / 1969 / vocal ric grech)

entertainment

family – “buffet tea for two” (it’s only a movie / 1973)

family – “burlesque” (it’s only a movie / 1973)

movie

ouça AQUI o programa

free_radio

weapon_tico

o #381 / VAPODN#15, hoje, às 22, com…

biNgo!

family & ed motta, juntinhos, no especial que deslocou o eixo da terra em agosto2016, em plena olimpíada carioca + operação-participation trigonométrica de shogun e a nave descontrolada pela exibição da caixa retrospectiva do family trazida por nandão, três anos antes… sério, fico pasmo com a velocidade do roNca.

mas o VAPODN#15 não ficará apenas nesse cardápio, teremos novidades perturbadoras na comunicação do especial utilizando as mais avançadas ferramentas tecnológicas… é muita emoção… prestenção forte na performance transgressora do roNca roNca que irá ao ar nesse inesquecível 26março2020… ok?

#381, hoje, às 22h, aqui mesmo no poleiro

(+ spotify, itunes, mixcloud, google podcasts, tunein, castbox…)

roNca roNca “ocupa tempo” #1, no spotify…

playlist  zeradão que quase foi batizado de “olho parado”… quase!

a TI (tá indo) do roNca tem suado para colocar aqui no tico a configuração da situation do spotify mas tá difícil… alguns afirmam que é a demanda global por esse tipo de ocupação sônica… hummmmmm, sei não.

anyway, anyhow, anywhere (salve, pete!), a sequência de 22 gemas já está lá no spotify te esperando… o mais garantido nesses tempos “hello crazy people” é procurar por mauriciovalladares… juntinho como não devemos ficar. cruzes!

claro, com yuka – de boné roNca – olhando por nós… amém

infos e questionamentos para programa@roncaronca.com.br

cheers

tá com tempo? isso, ele mesmo, o tempo…

pelo menos, nesse mergulho que a humanidade está experimentando, não tem como aquele matusquela te responder do mesmo jeito de anos:

– pô, cara, desculpe mas tô sem tempo

hahahahaha… ficou ruim pra essa tchurma muuuuuuito ocupada, procede?

se existe, atualmente, um material farto e abundante no mercado é o tal do tempo… que já estamos utilizando de forma inédita, jamais pensada. na boa, eu nunca imaginei que conseguiria colocar todos os cds que foram usados nos últimos muitos anos em festas (e sonorizações diversas) em suas respectivas capas… ok, ainda não completei a tarefa mas não faltará tempo. sente a pontinha do iceberg…

outra ótima utilização do dito cujo é ouvir discos que, dificilmente, haveria t _ _ _ o para eles… afinal, sempre foram colocados de lado, ignorados, traídos, esquecidos… PQP, que tristeza, quanta maldade… mas aí, eis que chegam esses t _ _ _ _s de clausura e a gente consegue dar atenção à gerações e gerações de discos espetaculares que não foram devidamente ouvidos, entendidos, acariciados, valorizados.

conclusão, estou com vontade de colocar aqui no tico alguns desses momentos (frequentes) de felizes reencontros onde surpresa, alegria e – sobretudo – o sentimento “quanto t _ _ _ o joguei no lixo” são mixados descontroladamente.

como por exemplo, hoje, ao me aproximar (cheio de amor pra dar) do genial vibrafonista gary burton… UAU… e acompanhado por eric gales, chuck rainey, richard tee, em 1970…

ah, e tem gente ali marcando o t _ _ _ o de butuca ligada e boca suja de nha benta… hahahaha

depois que a xeretinha fez o click que percebi o título do disco…

“GOOD VIBES”

D+

que tal? vamos adiante nas paquerinhas?

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