Top 5 Records

11 Responses to “Top 5 Records”

1. 
   summer
   May 16th, 2005 at 8:10

   great list. i’ve really been trying to turn people on to pet sounds lately. maybe it’ll help if i say, “moacir thinks it’s a great album, too.”

2. 
   m
   May 16th, 2005 at 8:19

   Perhaps. Man, that album is really good. I don’t care if it makes me look like a Wicker Park-livin’ hipster to say it, either. I don’t know if, however, “Hang on to your Ego” deserves to be in that top five—I think I may have been sort of swung by listening to it that morning. In its place, I think, I might put “We Have All the Time in the World.” I have no idea who wrote the lyrics, but Louis Armstrong performed it for the best/saddest Bond flick, On Her Majesty’s Secret Service, and, well, damn that song is sadddddd.

   Now will someone explain to me why I’ve been listening to “Ain’t no Mountain High Enough” (Marvin Gaye and Temptations versions) on loop for the last 40 hours?

3. 
   W
   May 16th, 2005 at 9:55

   John Zorn? Not questioning your choice, just curious.

4. 
   m
   May 16th, 2005 at 10:57

   Curious about what?

5. 
   W
   May 16th, 2005 at 14:54

   Curious as to why he’s at #1. Never heard you drop science about him. I’m embarassed to say I only have direct experience of his work through coughViolentFemmescough.

6. 
   m
   May 16th, 2005 at 15:06

   Well, it’s been my experience that no one I know likes him, so I don’t bring him up. Same with Negativland. I think it’s a shame—I think both are geniuses (as much as a “band” can be genius), but I’ve heard far too many times “this isn’t actually music” to bother to try and convert. I think Zorn’s endless creativity and rabid genretheft is something to be aspired to, though. I wouldn’t call him obscure (at least not by contemporary jazz standards), so who knows what’s up. People just don’t like music that’s that potentially aggressive without lyrics about ex-girlfriends, maybe. Or, dare I say it, it demands a certain, um, literacy? I don’t know why I instantly fell in love with Naked City when I heard it for the first time in the early-90s, but I did. I liked it since it was like nothing I’d ever heard before, and, yet, still very familiar and approachable, because it pulled from sources that one might not consider the realm of serious music—television themes, cartoons, etc. It’s the same thing with Mr. Bungle.

7. 
   m
   May 16th, 2005 at 19:30

   ok, here are the lyrics, in, um, a few batches. I figure I’ll sorta translate the Portuguese ones (or point to a good translation).

   Já sei namorar
   I already know how to love
   Já sei beijar de língua
   I already know how to kiss with tongue
   Agora, só me resta sonhar
   So now all that’s left is to dream
   Já sei onde ir
   I already know where to go
   Já sei onde ficar
   I already know where to stay
   Agora, só me falta sair
   So now all that’s left is to leave

   Não tenho paciência pra televisão
   I don’t have patience for the television
   Eu não sou audiência para a solidão
   I’m not the audience for solitude
   Eu sou de ninguém
   I belong to no one
   Eu sou de todo mundo
   I belong to everyone
   E todo mundo me quer bem
   And everyone loves me well (?)
   Eu sou de ninguém
   I belong to no one
   Eu sou de todo mundo
   I belong to everyone
   E todo mundo é meu também
   And everyone belongs to me as well

   Já sei namorar
   I already know how to love
   Já sei chutar a bola
   I already know how to shoot the ball
   Agora, só me falta ganhar
   So now all that remains is to win
   Não tenho juizo
   I don’t have judgment/reason
   Se você quer a vida em jogo
   If you want life as a game
   Eu quero é ser feliz
   I want to be happy

   Tô te querendo como ninguém
   I love you like no one else
   Tô te querendo como Deus quiser
   I love you like God would
   Tô te querendo como eu te quero
   I love you like I love you
   Tô te querendo como se quer
   I love you like you love to

8. 
   m
   May 16th, 2005 at 19:45

   For “Águas de março,” check out this site, complete with decent translation. The translator gets caught on a few words. “Caingá” is a tree, and I understand “matita pereira” as a row of pear trees. Finally, the “garrafa de cana,” I think, is less general than a “bottle of liquor”; it’s more of a bottle of cane liquor.

   “Finale,” I guess, counts as a sort of “Somewhere Reprise,” so here is the single stanza sung:

   There’s a place for us
   A time and place for us
   Hold my hand and we’re halfway there
   Hold my hand and I’ll take you there
   Somehow, someday, somewhere.

   And here’s “Don’t Fence Me In,” a possible critique of private property?

   Oh, give me land, lots of land under starry skies above,
   Don’t fence me in.
   Let me ride through the wide open country that I love,
   Don’t fence me in.
   Let me be by myself in the evenin’ breeze,
   And listen to the murmur of the cottonwood trees,
   Send me off forever but I ask you please,
   Don’t fence me in.

   Just turn me loose, let me straddle my old saddle
   Underneath the western skies.
   On my Cayuse, let me wander over yonder
   ‘Til I see the mountains rise.

   I want to ride to the ridge where the west commences
   Gaze at the moon ’til I lose my senses
   I can’t look at hovels and I can’t stand fences
   Don’t fence me in.

9. 
   BJ
   May 17th, 2005 at 10:07

   You forgot “Top 5 Songs Associated With The Red Sox, However Silly Or Nominal:”

   1. “Dirty Water”
   2. “Sweet Caroline”
   3. That funny song about Pedro
   4. “Lean Back” Sox Remix
   5. “Tessie”/”Merry Merry Merry Frickin’ Christmas” (tie)

10. 
    m
    May 17th, 2005 at 11:29

    Blyan, that is more or less already covered here.

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