Trilha sonora para Sandman

Por Leonardo Fontes no dia 5 Dez, 2006 em Música, Quadrinhos, Vídeos

No momento, este blog está meio abandonado por causa do sexto volume de Sandman, do Neil Gaiman. Tenho preferido, nos últimos dias, a companhia dele.

Hoje, no conto “Regiões Abstradas”, o desbravador Marco Polo delira com algumas músicas no deserto de Lop ou Taklamakan (na foto, uma tempestade de areia em imagem da Nasa, clique para ampliar). Como a internet é ótima na busca por referências, eis a trilha sonora do conto prontinha:

You Rascal, You

A primeira citação é a “(I’ll Be Glad When You’re Dead) You Rascal You”, de Sam Thread, que ficou registrada por Louis Armstrong. No vídeo ao lado, Armstrong a toca em um desenho animado de Betty Boop, em 1932.

I’ll be glad when you’re dead, you rascal you
I’ll be glad when you’re dead, you rascal you
You know you done me wrong
You stole my wife and gone
I’ll be glad when you’re dead, you rascal you

(talk about ‘im Jordan, talk about ‘im)
I’m gonna kill you just for fun, you rascal you
I’m gonna kill you just for fun, you rascal you
I’m gonna kill you just for fun
The bugs can have you when I’m done
I’ll be glad when you’re dead, you rascal you

(ah, let me talk about ‘im a while)
You asked my wife for some cabbage, you dog
I said, you asked my wife for some cabbage, you old rascal
You asked my wife for some cabbage
And you eat just like a savage
You ol’ rascal (ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)

Now there ain’t no use in you runnin’, you ol’ rascal you (run Satch!)
There ain’t no use in runnin’ you rascal you (catch up with ‘im, catch up with ‘im)
There ain’t no use in you to run
‘Cause I done went to the pawn shop and got my gun (shot ‘im in the foot, shot ‘im in the foot)
Ah-ha-ha-ha-ha!

You messed with my wife, you rascal you
Yes, you messed with my wife, you rascal you
You’ve messed with my wife
Now I’m gonna take your life
I’ll be glad when you’re dead, you rascal you

(let me talk about ‘im again)
Now I wonder, wonder what you’ve got, you rascal you
I said, I wonder what you’ve got, you rascal you
I said, I wonder what you got
That makes my wife think you so hot
(ha-ha-ha-ha) you old dog

Won’t you come home, Bill Bailey

Link para download Won’t you come home, Bill Bailey

Composta em 1902 por Hughie Cannon e que você ouve a seguir:

One one summer’s day,
Sun was shinin’ fine,
The lady love of old Bill Bailey
Was hangin’ clothes on the line
In her back yard,
And weepin’ hard.
She married a B&O brakeman
That took and throwed her down,
Bellerin’ like a prune-fed calf
With a big gang hanging round
And to that crowd,
She hollered loud:

Refrain:
Won’t you come home, Bill Bailey
Won’t you come home?
She moans the whole day long.
I’ll do the cookin’, darling
I’ll pay the rent,
I know I’ve done you wrong;
‘member that rainy eve that
I threw you out,
With nothing but a fine-tooth comb?
I know I’m to blame,
Well, ain’t that a shame
Bill Bailey won’t you please come home.

Bill drove by that door
In an automobile,
A great big diamond, coach and footman
Hear that lady squeal.
He’s all alone
I heard her groan.
She hollered through the door
Bill Bailey, is you sore?
Stop a minute, listen to me
Won’t I see you no more?
Bill winks his eye
As he heard her cry:

How ‘Ya Gonna Keep ‘Em Down on the Farm (After They’ve Seen Paree)

Link para download How ‘Ya Gonna Keep ‘Em Down on the Farm

De 1918, composta por Joe Young, Sam M. Lewis e Walter Donaldson, esta foi o grande sucesso nos EUA no pós-guerra. A seguir, você ouve com Harry Fay.

Reuben, Reuben, I’ve been thinking
Said his wifey dear
Now that all is peaceful and calm
The boys will soon be back on the farm
Mister Reuben started winking and slowly rubbed his chin
He pulled his chair up close to mother
And he asked her with a grin

Chorus (sung twice after each verse):
How ya gonna keep ‘em down on the farm
After they’ve seen Paree’
How ya gonna keep ‘em away from Broadway
Jazzin around and paintin’ the town
How ya gonna keep ‘em away from harm, that’s a mystery
They’ll never want to see a rake or plow
And who the deuce can parleyvous a cow?
How ya gonna keep ‘em down on the farm
After they’ve seen Paree’

Rueben, Rueben, you’re mistaken
Said his wifey dear
Once a farmer, always a jay
And farmers always stick to the hay
Mother Reuben, I’m not fakin
Tho you may think it strange
But wine and women play the mischief
With a boy who’s loose with change

Chorus (sung twice after each verse):
How ya gonna keep ‘em down on the farm
After they’ve seen Paree’
How ya gonna keep ‘em away from Broadway
Jazzin around and paintin’ the town
How ya gonna keep ‘em away from harm, that’s a mystery
Imagine Reuben when he meets his Pa
He’ll kiss his cheek and holler “OO-LA-LA!
How ya gonna keep ‘em down on the farm
After they’ve seen Paree’?

Brother, can you spare a dime?

Link para download Brother, can you spare a dime?

De E. Y. Harburg e Jay Gorney, composta em 1932. George Michael canta (a letra é um pouquinho diferente):

They used to tell me I was building a dream
And so I followed the mob.
When there was earth to plow or guns to bear,
I was always there, right on the job.
They used to tell me I was building a dream
With peace and glory ahead –
Why should I be standing in line, just waiting for bread?

Once I built a railroad, I made it run,
Made it race against time.
Once I built a railroad, now it’s done –
Brother, can you spare a dime?

Once I built a tower, up to the sun,
brick and rivet and lime.
Once I built a tower, now it’s done –
Brother, can you spare a dime?

Once in khaki suits, gee, we looked swell
Full of that Yankee Doodle-de-dum.
Half a million boots went slogging through hell,
And I was the kid with the drum.

Say, don’t you remember they called me Al,
It was Al all the time.
Why don’t you remember, I’m your pal –
Say, buddy, can you spare a dime?

Once in khaki suits, ah, gee, we looked swell
Full of that Yankee Doodle-de-dum.
Half a million boots went slogging through hell,
And I was the kid with the drum.

Say, don’t you remember they called me Al,
It was Al all the time.
Why don’t you remember, I’m your pal –
Buddy, can you spare a dime?

Coney Island Baby

Link para download Coney Island Baby

Single e album de Lou Reed, de 1972. A seguir, com o próprio no Velvet Underground.

You know, man, when I was a young man in high school
You believe in or not I wanted to play football for the coach
And all those older guys
They said he was mean and cruel, but you know
Wanted to play football for the coach
They said I was to little too light weight to play line-backer
So I say Im playing right-end
Wanted to play football for the coach
cause, you know some day, man
You gotta stand up straight unless youre gonna fall
Then youre gone to die
And the straightest dude
I ever knew was standing right for me all the time
So I had to play football for the coach
And I wanted to play football for the coach

When youre all alone and lonely
In your midnight hour
And you find that your soul
Its been up for sale

And you begin to think bout
All the things that youve done
And you begin to hate
Just bout everything

But remember the princess who lived on the hill
Who loved you even though she knew you was wrong
And right now she just might come shining through
And the -

- glory of love, glory of love
Glory of love, just might come through

And all your two-bit friends
Have gone and ripped you off
Theyre talking behind your back saying, man
Youre never going to be no human being
And you start thinking again
bout all those things that youve done
And who it was and what it was
And all the different things you made every different scene

Ahhh, but remember that the city is a funny place
Something like a circus or a sewer
And just remember different people have peculiar tastes
And the -

- glory of love, the glory of love
The glory of love, might see you through
Yeah, but now, now
Glory of love, the glory of love
The glory of love, might see you through
Glory of love, ah, huh, huh, the glory of love
Glory of love, glory of love
Glory of love, now, glory of love, now
Glory of love, now, now, now, glory of love
Glory of love, give it to me now, glory of love see you through
Oh, my coney island baby, now
(Im a coney island baby, now)
Id like to send this one out for lou and rachel
And all the kids and p.s. 192
Coney island baby
Man, Id swear, Id give the whole thing up for you