Só dá Gaga

Musa pop bate recorde em indicações ao VMA; evento da MTV norte-americana é em setembro.

Essa só é surpresa para quem andou fora de órbita nos últimos tempos. Se Lady Gaga é o fenômeno pop da vez, nada mais natural que sua hegemonia se reflita em uma das mais importantes premiações da música, o VMA. A irreverente cantora coleciona 13 indicações no evento deste ano, dia 12 de setembro, em Los Angeles. Com isso, Gaga é a mais nova recordista em indicações na história do prêmio. “Estou ainda mais orgulhosa por ser um número de azar: 13”, declarou ela. Seu maior rival é o rapper Eminem, que concorre em 8 categorias.

Assista aqui o vídeo ‘Bad Romance’:

Bad Romance Lady Gaga
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oooh!
Oh-oh-oooh-oh-oh!
Caught in a bad romance

Oh-oh-oh-oh-oooh!
Oh-oh-oooh-oh-oh!
Caught in a bad romance

Rah-rah-ah-ah-ah!
Roma-roma-ma!
Ga-ga-ooh-la-la!
Want your bad romance

Rah-rah-ah-ah-ah!
Roma-roma-ma!
Ga-ga-ooh-la-la!
Want your bad romance

I want your ugly
I want your disease
I want your everything
As long as it’s free
I want your love
(Love-love-love I want your love)

I want your drama
The touch of your hand
I want your leather-studded kiss in the sand
And I want your love
Love-love-love
I want your love
(Love-love-love I want your love)

You know that I want you
And you know that I need you
I want your bad, your bad romance

I want your love and
I want your revenge
You and me could write a bad romance
(Oh-oh-oh-oooh!)
I want your love and
All your love is revenge
You and me could write a bad romance

Oh-oh-oh-oh-oooh!
Oh-oh-oooh-oh-oh!
Caught in a bad romance

Oh-oh-oh-oh-oooh!
Oh-oh-oooh-oh-oh!
Caught in a bad romance

Rah-rah-ah-ah-ah!
Roma-roma-ma!
Ga-ga-ooh-la-la!
Want your bad romance

I want your horror
I want your design
‘Cause you’re a criminal
As long as your mine
I want your love
Love-love-love
I want your love

I want your psycho
Your vertical stick
Want you in my room
When your baby is sick
I want your love
Love-love-love
I want your love
(Love-love-love I want your love)

You know that I want you
(‘Cause I’m a freak bitch baby!)
And you know that I need you
I want your bad, your bad romance

I want your love and
I want your revenge
You and me could write a bad romance
(Oh-oh-oh-oh-oooh!)
I want your love and
All your love is revenge
You and me could write a bad romance

Oh-oh-oh-oh-oooh!
Oh-oh-oooh-oh-oh!
Caught in a bad romance

Oh-oh-oh-oh-oooh!
Oh-oh-oooh-oh-oh!
Caught in a bad romance

Rah-rah-ah-ah-ah!
Roma-roma-ma!
Ga-ga-ooh-la-la!
Want your bad romance

Rah-rah-ah-ah-ah!
Roma-roma-ma!
Ga-ga-ooh-la-la!
Want your bad romance

Walk walk fashion baby
Work it
Move that bitch crazy

Walk walk fashion baby
Work it
Move that bitch crazy

Walk walk fashion baby
Work it
Move that bitch crazy

Walk walk passion baby
Work it
I’m a freak bitch baby

I want your love
And I want your revenge
I want your love
I don’t wanna be friends

J’veux ton amour
Et je veux ton revenge
J’veux ton amour
I don’t wanna be friends
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oooh!
I don’t wanna be friends
Caught in a bad romance
I don’t wanna be friends
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oooh!
Want your bad romance
Caught in a bad romance
Want your bad romance!

I want your love and
I want your revenge
You and me could write a bad romance
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oooh!
I want your love and
All your love is revenge
You and me could write a bad romance

Oh-oh-oh-oh-oooh!
Want your bad romance
Caught in a bad romance
Want your bad romance

Oh-oh-oh-oh-oooh!
Want your bad romance
Caught in a bad romance

Rah-rah-ah-ah-ah!
Roma-roma-ma!
Ga-ga-ooh-la-la!
Want your bad romance

Anúncios

Better in Time

Better in Time
Leona Lewis

It’s been the longest winter without you
I didn’t know where to turn to
See somehow I can’t forget you
After all that we’ve been through

Going coming thought I heard a knock
Who’s there no one
Thinking that I deserve it
Now I realise that I really didn’t know
If you didn’t notice you mean everything
Quickly I’m learning to love again
All I know is I’m gon’ be ok

[Chorus:]
Thought I couldn’t live without you
It’s gonna hurt when it heals too
It’ll all get better in time
And even though I really love you
I’m gonna smile cause I deserve to
It’ll all get better in time

I couldn’t turn on the TV
Without something there to remind me
Was it all that easy
To just put aside your feelings

If I’m dreaming don’t wanna laugh
Hurt my feelings but that’s the path
I believe in
And I know that time will heal it
If you didn’t notice boy you meant everything
Quickly I’m learning to love again
All I know is I’m gon’ be ok

[Chorus:]
Thought I couldn’t live without you
It’s gonna hurt when it heals too
It’ll all get better in time
And even though I really love you
I’m gonna smile cause I deserve to
It’ll all get better in time

Since there’s no more you and me
It’s time I let you go
So I can be free
And live my life how it should be
No matter how hard it is I’ll be fine without you
Yes I will

[Chorus: X2]
Thought I couldn’t live without you
It’s gonna hurt when it heals too
It’ll all get better in time
And even though I really love you
I’m gonna smile cause I deserve to
It’ll all get better in time

Her Morning Elegance

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Empire State of Mind

Não canso de ouvir…

[Jay-Z]
yeah
Yeah I’m out that Brooklyn.
Now I’m down in Tribeca.
Right next to DeNiro
But I’ll be hood forever
I’m the new Sinatra
And since I made it here
I can make it anywhere
(Yeah they love me everywhere)
I used to cop in Harlem
All of my Dominicanos (Hey yo)
Right there off of Broadway
Brought me back to that McDonalds
Took it to my stash spot
560 State Street
Catch me in the kitchen like Simmons whipping Pastry
Cruising down 8th street
Off-white Lexus
Driving so slow
(but BK, it’s from Texas!!)
Me I’m out that BedStuy
Home of that boy Biggie
now I live on Billboard
and I brought my boys with me
Say what up to Ta-ta
Still sipping Mai Tais
Sitting courtside
Knicks and Nets give me high-5
N**ga, I be Spiked out
I could trip a referee
…tell by my attitude that I’m MOST DEFINITELY FROM…

[Alicia Keys]
New York!!!!
Concrete jungle where dreams are made of,
There’s nothing you can’t do,
Now you’re in New York!!!
These streets will make you feel brand new,
the lights will inspire you,
Let’s hear it for New York, New York, New York

[Jay-Z]
I made you hot n-gga,
Catch me at the X with OG at a Yankee game,
sh-t I made the Yankee hat more famous than a Yankee can,
you should know I bleed Blue, but I ain’t a crip tho,
but I got a gang of n-ggas walking with my clique though,
welcome to the melting pot,
corners where we selling rocks,
Afrika bambaataa sh-t,
home of the hip hop,
yellow cab, gypsy cab, dollar cab, holla back,
for foreigners it ain’t fitted act like they forgot how to act,
8 million stories out there and they’re naked,
city it’s a pity half of y’all won’t make it,
me I gotta plug a special and I got it made,
If Jeezy’s payin LeBron, I’m paying Dwayne Wade,
3 dice cee-lo
3 card marley,
Labor Day parade, rest in peace Bob Marley,
Statue of Liberty, long live the World Trade,
long live the king yo,
I’m from the Empire State thats…

[Alicia Keys]
In New York!!!!
Concrete jungle where dreams are made of,
There’s nothing you can’t do,
Now you’re in New York!!!
These streets will make you feel brand new,
the lights will inspire you,
Let’s hear it for New York, New York, New York

Welcome to the bright light..

[Jay-Z]
Lights is blinding,
girls need blinders
so they can step out of bounds quick,
the side lines is blind with casualties,
who sip the lite casually, then gradually become worse,
don’t bite the apple Eve,
caught up in the in crowd,
now you’re in-style,
and in the winter gets cold en vogue with your skin out,
the city of sin is a pity on a whim.
good girls gone bad, the city’s filled with them,
Mommy took a bus trip and now she got her bust out,
everybody ride her, just like a bus route,
Hail Mary to the city your a Virgin,
and Jesus can’t save you life starts when the church ends,
came here for school, graduated to the high life,
ball players, rap stars, addicted to the limelight,
MDMA got you feeling like a champion,
the city never sleeps better slip you a Ambien

[Alicia Keys]
New York!!!!
Concrete jungle where dreams are made of,
There’s nothing you can’t do,
Now you’re in New York!!!
These streets will make you feel brand new,
the lights will inspire you,
Let’s hear it for New York, New York, New York

[Alicia Keys]
One hand in the air for the big city,
Street lights, big dreams all looking pretty,
no place in the World that can compare,
Put your lighters in the air, everybody say yeaaahh
come on, come,
yeah,

[Alicia Keys]
New York!!!!
Concrete jungle where dreams are made of,
There’s nothing you can’t do,
Now you’re in New York!!!
These streets will make you feel brand new,
the lights will inspire you,
Let’s hear it for New York, New York, New York

[End]

Beyoncé é todas ao mesmo tempo, do escracho à Motown

Quantas cantoras passaram neste último sábado (06-Fevereiro-2010) pelo Morumbi? Em duas horas de show, o palco montado no estádio foi ocupado por uma cantora de música pop festiva, uma cantora de R&B, uma cantora de hip hop, uma cantora de baladas. Bem, em frente a 60 mil pessoas, a noite foi iniciada por Ivete Sangalo. Mas, logo depois da apresentação da principal popstar do Brasil, apareceu uma norte-americana que consegue sintetizar a voz e o espírito de vários nomes do pop.
Com apenas 28 anos, Beyoncé Knowles é todas ao mesmo tempo. Possui o escracho meticulosamente estudado de Madonna, a energia pop de Britney Spears, a antena globalizada de M.I.A., a habilidade vocal das grandes cantoras negras dos EUA e também (mas tudo bem) a cafonice de uma Whitney Houston, por exemplo.
Mas Beyoncé não é apenas uma cantora. É uma performer -e das boas. Dança muito bem; movimenta-se com desenvoltura, fazendo com que um palco gigantesco pareça uma pequena sala; oferece mais do que canções, mas um espetáculo com efeitos visuais diversos e apuro estético (sua banda é formada apenas por mulheres; os bailarinos são excelentes). Por isso Beyoncé atinge público tão grande e tão diverso.

Ousada
E ela é ousada. Uns 90% dos artistas pop dariam as cordas vocais por uma música como “Crazy in Love“, que alia um refrão empolgante e uma melodia com um bom gosto contemporâneo. Mas Beyoncé queima “Crazy in Love” logo de cara, após tomar o palco às 22h20.
E com a faixa seguinte, “Naughty Girl“, vemos uma cantora enérgica, global, pop. Ela é Madonna, é M.I.A.
Beyoncé troca de roupa (sai o maiô dourado, entra um maiô branco e uma capa da mesma cor). É a hora das baladas e, com o telão exibindo um mar azul, temos o “momento Iemanjá” do show. Beyoncé encarna uma Whitney Houston, e ainda bem que não dura mais do que três músicas.
Então vem a parte “urban”, com dois rádios gigantes decorando o palco. No telão, vemos Beyoncé bem criança, cantando e dançando. Boa ideia.

Sexy
Em canções dançantes, como “Radio” e “Ego“, a cantora mostra que está bem à frente de Britney e cia. Provoca meninos (e meninas) com uma ingenuidade extremamente sexy. E, além disso, ela solta a voz.
Em um minipalco colocado no meio da plateia, Beyoncé, sozinha, canta à capela. Mesmo não tendo aprendido a cantar nos corais de igreja, como suas antecessoras, ela revela que não dá as costas à tradição da black music. Beyoncé é Diana Ross, é Motown.
Há espaço para um medley de canções de sua antiga banda, Destiny’s Child, e para chacoalhar em “Video Phone” e “Say My Name“. O show está para acabar, e nos telões vemos alguns dos milhares de vídeos jogados no YouTube com fãs imitando a coreografia do clipe de “Single Ladies” -nem Barack Obama ficou imune à canção.
A balada “Halo“, a música mais ouvida das rádios brasileiras em 2009, é dedicada a Michael Jackson, outra influência. “Houve apenas um Michael Jackson”, diz Beyoncé ao microfone. E Beyoncé? Haverá quantas?

Algumas palavras pra expressar este show: irretocável, inesquecível, insubstituível, marcante, explosivo, impecável !!

Confira o setlist do show:

Deja Vu (Intro) / Crazy In Love
Naughty Girl
Freakum Dress
Get Me Bodied
Smash Into You
Ave Maria
Broken-Hearted Girl
If I Were A Boy / You Oughta Know (Alanis Morissete Cover)
Sweet Dreams (Video)
Diva
Radio
Ego
Hello
Baby Boy
Irreplaceable
Listen
Check On It
Bootylicious / Bug A Boo / Jumpin Jumpin
Upgrade U
Video Phone
Say My Name
Sweet Dreams
Single Ladies (Put A Ring On It)
Halo