Cristo!!!

SUBI HJ PELA PRIMEIRA VEZ NO CORCOVADO!!!!

Dados e história sobre o Corcovado e o Cristo Redentor

A estátua Cristo Redentor Inauguração: 12/08/1931 Escultor: Paul Max. Landowski Altura total: 38 metros Altura estátua: 30 metros Peso: 1145 toneladas Largura (mão a mão): 30 metros Localização: topo do morro Corcovado a 710 metros do nível do mar.

A história recente do Corcovado data desde o século XVI, quando os colonizadores portugueses batizaram a montanha de Pico da Tentação, uma referência a um monte bíblico. No século XVII o monte é rebatizado de Corcovado, devido a sua forma que lembraria uma corcunda (corcova). 

Em 1824, dois anos após a independência do Brasil, Dom Pedro I lidera uma expedição ao topo do Corcovado, abrindo um caminho para o cume. 35 anos mais tarde, em 1859 o padre Pedro Maria Boss sugere à Princesa Isabel que seja construído um monumento religioso no alto do Corcovado. 

 

                                                                                           Em 1882 Dom Pedro II autoriza a construção da Estrada de Ferro do Corcovado, que começa a funcionar em 1884 no trecho Cosme Velho Paineiras. Um ano mais tarde é inaugurado o trecho final da estrada de ferro, ligando as Paineiras ao topo do morro. A extensão total da ferrovia é de 3800 metros. 

Somente em 1921 é retomada a idéia do Padre Maria Boss de construir um monumento religioso, na ocasião para comemorar-se o centenário da independência do Brasil. A pedra fundamental da construção é lançada em 4 de Abril de 1922. Em 1923 é realizado um concurso para a escolha do monumento a ser construído e o projeto vencedor é do engenheiro Heitor da Silva Costa. 

Finalmente, em 1931 é inaugurada oficialmente a Estátua do Cristo Redentor. O desenho da estátua é de Carlos Oswald e a execução do escultor francês Paul Maximilian Landowski. As escadas rolantes e os elevadores são de 2003. Em 2007 o Cristo Redentor foi declarado uma das 7 Maravilhas do Mundo.

 

INVESTIGANDO E INVESTIGADOR!!!

 FILMAÇO!!! ADOREI TUDO!! RECOMENDO MUITO!!!!

Sherlock Holmes sempre foi o homem mais inteligente do pedaço... até agora. Existe um novo e maior gênio do crime - Professor Moriarty (Jared Harris) - e ele não apenas é igual a Holmes intelectuamente, mas sua capacidade para o mal, aliada a uma completa falta de consciência, podem realmente dar-lhe uma vantagem sobre o famoso detetive...

Quando o príncipe herdeiro da Áustria é encontrado morto, a prova, interpretada pelo Inspetor Lestrade (Eddie Marsan), aponta para suicídio. 

Mas Sherlock Holmes deduz que o príncipe tenha sido vítima de um assassinato – um assassinato que é apenas uma peça de um quebra-cabeça maior e muito mais portentoso, desenhado pelo professor Moriarty.
 
Misturando negócios com prazer, Holmes segue as pistas até um clube subterrâneo, onde ele e seu irmão, Mycroft Holmes (Stephen Fry) estão brindando a última noite de solteiro do Dr. Watson. 

É lá que Holmes encontra Sim (Noomi Rapace), uma cartomante cigana, que vê mais do que diz e cujo o envolvimento inconsciente no assassinato do príncipe faz com que ela seja o próximo alvo do assassino. Holmes consegue salvar sua vida e ela, com relutância, concorda em ajudá-lo em troca.

A investigação torna-se cada vez mais perigosa a medida que leva Holmes, Watson e Sim através do continente, da Inglaterra para a França, depois para a Alemanha e, finalmente, para a Suíça. Mas o astuto Moriarty está sempre um passo à frente e constroí uma teia de morte e destruição - tudo parte de um plano maior que, se bem sucedido, irá mudar o curso da história.

SERRA!! NÃO O CARECA MAIS A SERRA!! NÃO A QUE CORTA ..A SERRA!!!

Noite mágica de poesia - música e alegrias ontem em itaipava com meu irmãozinho DK Vulgo Durango Kid ...


Durango Kid era uma série de aventuras do tipo faroeste, originalmente produzido para o cinema, onde o mocinho se vestia todo de roupa preta, usava uma máscara (também preta) no rosto para encobrir sua verdadeira identidade (bope?), galopando um belo cavalo branco chamado Corisco. Era um mocinho rápido no gatilho, acertava e desarmava qualquer bandido do velho oeste, num piscar dos olhos.

SAXOFONE ...BAIXO E BATERIA E MUITAS RIMAS...

Muita poesia ritmada e Hoje na distante Fazenda Inglesa , muita paz e verde no meio da mata Atlantica..

FIM DE SEMANA ESPECIAL DEMAIS!!!

Foi no Empório de Cultura, no Shopping Vilarejo, em Itaipava, que rolou o evento Poesia Ritmada...
O show , comandado pelo MC Durango Kid  contou, nesta edição, com convidados como, os músicos Bruno Mackenze e Mayra Couto, o poeta Alvaro Assis e o MC Slow da BF.

“O Poesia Ritmada é uma mistura de jam session e sarau, onde letras serão declamadas, poemas cantados e canções reinventadas, além de sessões de improviso criando diálogo com a plateia”, acrescentou MC Durango Kid, idealizador do projeto.

No repertório músicas que vão desde Noel Rosa a Black & Alien Speed, passando por Moreira da Silva e Ney Lopes. E, além disso, a plateia ainda  desfrutou de poesias autorais de Alvaro Assis.

“Eu quis fazer um show para as pessoas curtirem em um bar, tomando uma cerveja e que ele nunca se repetisse. Tudo é muito baseado na dinâmica do improviso e pode ir para qualquer lado. Outra ideia é mostrar que é possível dar uma cara brasileira ao rap”, declarou o MC.

A proposta é que a dinâmica com mais de duas horas de duração seja mensal e sempre com um toque de novidade.MÁGICA!!

D.E.U.S.

Não pude resistir por 2 vezes....

Hj subindo a lúgubre passarela da estação de Coelho da Rocha ,ao me deparar com a singela beleza deste dia de sol tive que falar bem alto :

Obrigado Deus por este dia tão lindo ...

Colocar aqui é uma frágil tentativa de que vc olhe pra este dia tão lindo (pelo menos se estiver no Rio de Janeiro) e agradeça!!!

nunca!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Na minha casa não vejo televisão...Já tem uns anos e tenho meus motivos...Tem gente que se assusta sabendo q eu tenho uma em casa,eternamente desligada!! Seria fácil não ver não tendo uma...Legal pra esse cara aqui é ter 1 boazinha e nunca liga-la!!

SEPARAÇÃO...

Vinho e Henry Miller ...Adoro seu estilo q é caracterizado pela mistura de autobiografia com ficção. A vida segue ...Felizmente pra uns e infelizmente pra outros!!! Minha cama , vida , luz , esperança e covardia ficam imensas!!!

• Crazy Cock, 1934
• Opus Pistorum , 1936
• Trópico de Câncer, 1934.LI
• Primavera negra, 1936.
• Trópico de Capricórnio, 1939.LI
• Dias de paz em Clichy, 1939.
• O Mundo do Sexo, 1940.
• O Colosso de Marússia, 1941.LI
• Sabedoria do Coração (ensaios), 1941.
• Pesadelo Refrigerado, 1945.LI
• O Sorriso ao pé da escada, 1948
• Sexus [Crucificação Encarnada vol. 1 // Livro Primeiro da Rosa-Crucificação (Portugal)], 1949.LI
• Os Livros da Minha Vida, 1952
• Plexus [Crucificação Encarnada vol. 2 // Livro Segundo da Rosa-Crucificação (Portugal)], 1953.LI
• Big-Sur e as laranjas de Hieronymus Bosch, 1957
• Nexus [Crucificação Encarnada vol. 3 // Livro Terceiro da Rosa-Crucificação (Portugal)], 1960.LI
• A Hora dos Assassinos (Um Estudo sobre Rimbaud).

.... VAMOS CELEBRAR .... —






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Em breve ...além da calamidade!!!


Quem puder chegar é fácil fácil ...morro agudo...nova iguaçu...vai ser muito bom!!!! de graça!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Alguem me perguntou:
'como você consegue falar de uma coluna de fumaça, pompeia e vesúvio, freeze e o congelamento de seres humanos num mesmo texto? seu cérebro deve arder

Talvez por isso vc não durma direito

Seus axônios se estenderam tanto que não tem pra onde esticar ficam tensos e deixam vc acordado'

Acho q é isso mesmo!!

É paradoxal mesmo sendo único! Transtorno trifásico de fases lunares e olhares ...paradigma é minha stigma nem café forte feito fé ajuda...minha marca ...marcado estou por estar tão perto do paraíso , do éden , da terra de Peter Pan ...e Pan pan pan...longe!! Isso é q é a coisa...peerto -longe-ao lado- na lua!!!



VIVA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

awh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I cheated myself
Like I knew I would
I told you, I was trouble
You know that I'm no good...
AHW!!!

rivais

A década de 70 marcou o início da ascensão do DJ jamaicano, uma tendência que continuou durante a era do roots e tornou-se dominante em toda a fase dance hall e ragga...


Vários dos mais talentosos DJs que se teve notícia no início dos anos 1970 (notadamente Big Youth, Dillinger, U Roy e Prince Jazzbo) continuaram a fazer gravações na era do reggae roots, alguns para as seus próprios selos.

Eles e os seus numerosos rivais da próxima geração já não simplesmente adicionavam à emoção da dança com slogans: o deejay nessa época faziam comentários sobre as tribulações dos "sofredores" dos guetos, aulas de História a partir de uma perspectiva do negro e o canto dos salmos.

A aproximação com a cultura hip hop original é máxima!!!!

Funk parte 1

FUNK PARTE 1...

Funk (também conhecido como soul funk ) é um estilo bem característico da música negra norte-americana, desenvolvido a partir de meados dos anos 60 por artistas como James Brown e por seus músicos, especialmente Maceo Parker e Melvin Parker, a partir de uma mistura de soul music, soul jazz, rock psicodélico e RB.

O pianista norte-americano Horace Silver, na década de 60, pode ser considerado o pai do funk. Silver uniu o jazz à soul music e começou a difundir a expressão “funk style”. Nesta época, o funk ainda não tinha a sua principal característica: o swing. Foi com James Brown que o estilo tornou-se dançante e ganhou o mundo.

Não existiria HIP HOP se não houvesse James Brown e a JB’s Band…
A Banda era enorme, mas vale lembrar os principais componentes…

Fred Wesley  e Willian “Bootsy” Collins

Somente com as inovações de James Brown é que o funk passou a ser considerado um gênero distinto. Na tradição do R&B, estas bandas bem ensaiadas criaram um estilo instantaneamente reconhecível, repletos de vocais e côros de acompanhamento cativantes. Brown mudou a ênfase rítmica 2:4 do soul tradicional para uma ênfase 1:3, anteriormente associada com a música dos brancos - porém com uma forte presença da seção de metais. Com isto, a batida 1:3 virou marca registrada do funk 'tradicional'.

A gravação de Brown feita em 1965, de seu sucesso "Papa's Got a Brand New Bag" normalmente é considerada como a que lançou o gênero funk...

James Brown e os outros têm creditado a criação do gênero a Little Richard que em turnê com sua banda The Upsetters, com Lee Allen e Earl Palmer na bateria, em meados dos anos 50, como sendo a primeira a colocar o funk na batida do rock 'n' roll.
 
Esses músicos tocaram com o grande Fats domino e trouxeram muitas coisas desta interação , com fats domino tocaram também os músicos, Herbert Hardesty ,Alvin "Red" Tyler , Reggie Houston, Lee Allen, e Fred Kemp.

Um nome muito importante nesta história é o de Bobby Byrd , do qual falo mais daqui a pouco...

A banda The Upsetters começou com o baterista de Nova Orleans Charles "Chuck" Connors e dois saxofonistas, incluindo Wilbert "Lee Diamond" Smith. Em 1955 se juntaram à banda os saxofonistas Clifford "Gene" Burks e Grady Gaines, o guitarrista Nathaniel "Buster" Douglas e o baixista Olsie "Baysee" Robinson.

Outra banda importante foi a Famous Flames..Em 1955, Brown e a irmã de Bobby Byrd, Sarah se apresentaram em um grupo chamado "The Gospel Starlighters". Eventualmente Brown se juntava ao grupo vocal de Bobby Byrd, the Avons, e Byrd transformou o som do grupo em secular rhythm and blues. 

Após o nome do grupo ter sido mudado para The Flames, Brown e o grupo de Byrd foram para o Sul, o chamado "chitlin' circuit". 

As primeiras gravações de Brown foram composições inspiradas no gospel-R& B, altamente influenciadas pelo trabalho de músicos como Ray Charles e Little Richard. 

A relação com Little Richard foram particularmente significantes no desenvolvimento como músico e showman. Quando Richard deixou a música pop em 1957 para se tornar pregador, Brown substituiu Richard nas datas restantes. Vários músicos que acompanhavam Little Richard se juntaram ao grupo de Brown depois que Richard deixou a cena.

Brown retornou as paradas em 1958 com o sucesso "Try Me". Este single foi o mais vendido entre os discos de R&B do ano, e se tornaria o primeiro de 17 canções que atingiriam o topo da parada R&B pelas próximas duas décadas. No lançamento de "Try Me" em disco, o nome do grupo passou a ser James Brown and The Famous Flames.

 Em um notável acontecimento, Brown gravou o sucesso de 1960 "(Do the) Mashed Potatoes" na gravadora Dade Records, de propriedade de Henry Stone, sobre o pseudônimo de "Nat Kendrick & The Swans"

Ainda falando de músicos que estavam ao lado de Jb , tenho que falar de 2 brothers...

Melvim Parker é um baterista , irmão do saxofonista Maceo Parker.  Seu estilo diferenciado foi o grande ingrediente para as inovações da música funk nos anos 60.Seu irmão,Maceo Parker é um cantor e saxofonista de soul, funk e jazz.

Nascidos em um ambiente totalmente musical, sua mãe e seu pai cantaram em uma igreja e seus irmãos eram músicos, tocavam tambor e trombones.

Além deste podemos falar de:

• Clyde Stubblefield 
• Jabo Starks. 
• Maceo and All The Kings Men
• Marva Whitney
• Vicki Anderson

O funk vive!!

Funk parte 2...

Segunda parte...

O funk pode ser melhor reconhecido por seu ritmo sincopado, pelos vocais de alguns de seus cantores e grupos (como Cameo, ou os Bar-Kays). E ainda pela forte e rítmica seção de metais, pela percussão marcante e ritmo dançante.

Nos anos 70 o funk foi influência para músicos de jazz (como exemplos, as músicas de Miles Davis, Herbie Hancock, George Duke, Eddie Harris entre outros).

Os músicos negros norte-americanos primeiramente chamavam de funk à música com um ritmo mais suave. Esta forma inicial de música estabeleceu o padrão para músicos posteriores: uma música com um ritmo mais lento, sexy, solto, orientado para frases musicais repetidas (riffs) e principalmente dançante.

Funk era um adjetivo típico da língua inglesa para descrever estas qualidades. Nas jam sessions, os músicos costumavam encorajar outros a “apimentar” mais as músicas, dizendo: Now, put some stank (stink/funk) on it!” (algo como “coloque mais ‘funk’ nisso!”).

Num jazz de Mezz Mezzrow dos anos 30, Funky Butt, a palavra já aparecia. Devido à conotação sexual original, a palavra funk era normalmente considerada indecente. Até o fim dos anos 50 e início dos 60, quando “funk” e “funky” eram cada vez mais usadas no contexto da soul music, as palavras ainda eram consideradas indelicadas e inapropriadas para uso em conversas educadas.

A essência da expressão musical negra norte-americana tem suas raízes nos spirituals, nas canções de trabalho, nos gritos de louvor, no gospel e no blues.

Na música mais contemporânea, o gospel, o blues e suas variantes tendem a fundir-se.

O funk se torna assim uma fusão do soul, do jazz e do R&B.

Nos anos 70, George Clinton, com suas bandas Parliament, e, posteriormente, Funkadelic, desenvolveu um tipo de funk mais pesado, influenciado pelo jazz e Rock psicodélico. As duas bandas tinham músicos em comum, o que as tornou conhecidas como 'Parliament-Funkadelic'. O surgimento do Parliament-Funkadelic deu origem ao chamado P-Funk', que se referia tanto à banda quanto ao subgênero que desenvolveu.

Outros grupos de funk que surgiram nos anos 70 incluindo: B.T. Express, The Main Ingredient, The Commodores, Earth, Wind & Fire, War, Lakeside, Brass Construction, KC and the Sunshine Band, Kool & The Gang, Chic, Cameo, Fatback,The Gap Band, Instant Funk, The Brothers Johnson, Ohio Players, Wild Cherry,Skyy, e músicos/cantores como Jimmy "Bo" Horne, Rick James, Chaka Khan, Tom Browne, Kurtis Blow (um dos precursores do rap), e os popstars Michael Jackson e Prince.

Por aqui:Carlos Dafé, Miguel de Deus, Banda Black Rio, Dom Mita, Tony Bizarro, Dom Beto, Trio Esperança, Mão Branca ,Robson Jorge , Tim Maia , Gersom King Combo, Cassiano, Hyldon

Nos anos 80 o funk tradicional perdeu um pouco da popularidade nos EUA, à medida que as bandas se tornavam mais comerciais e a música mais eletrônica. Seu derivado, o rap , porém, começou a se espalhar, com bandas como Sugarhill Gang eSoulsonic Force (em parceria com Afrika Bambaataa).
 
A partir do final dos anos 80, com a disseminação dos samplers, partes de antigos sucessos de funk (principalmente dos vocais de James Brown) começaram a ser copiados para outras músicas pelo novo fenômeno das pistas de dança, a house music.

Nesta época surgiu também algumas derivações do funk como o Eletro que fazia grande uso de samplers, baterias eletronicas e sintetizadores.Mas , isso é a próxima lenda que vou contar logo logo!!!

músicas e vida

Enraizados começa 2012 com novas canções

Que o Dia da Rima Enraizados seria um grande encontro, nós já esperávamos, diversos MCs reunidos, compondo, desenvolvendo parcerias e gravando novas canções; A busca de novas formas de conceito e concepção musical. O Movimento Enraizados até recebeu um rapper de outro estado, o Lupa de Minas Gerais, que estava no Rio à trabalho, gravando cenas de seu novo videoclipe, aproveitou para prestigiar o evento e tambem gravou uma canção. O resultado obtido no evento foi além da expectativa, e apresentamos aqui, as novas canções das que foram gravadas nesse encontro:

Enraizados começa 2012 com novas canções

Enraizados começa 2012 com novas canções

meu pai!

LUIz BIGODE, NA SIMPLICIDADE
LUIz BIGODE ,MEU PAI!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Esse é o cara !
Dj há mais de 25 anos ! Vários bailes, várias equipes !

Só pra ter uma idéia, Luis Bigode passou pelas seguintes equipes de som: Rio de Janeiro, Equipe 89, BKM, Tradição Charme Soul, Beto Young Fashion, Studio LD, Disc Gold, Studio Dance, Hollywood, Volt Mix, Vôo Livre, Equipe Show, Eletronic Sound, Equipe Push, etc, etc ! Bateu o recorde. É muita equipe. É muito trabalho. São muitas as contribuições ao longo dos anos.

Tem uma discoteca composta por milhares de discos. Um grande colecionador. Fez parte da história do Malódromo, o point dos djs na década de 80 e 90.

Luis Bigode trabalhou, ainda, como DJ e Produtor Musical nas Rádios Imprensa, Status, RPM e Bangu FM !

Seus bailes estavam concentrados nos seguintes clubes: Cassino Bangu, Aliados Campestre, Creib de Padre Miguel e CRI de Realengo. Atualmente está na Equipe Charm By Night, na Zona Oeste.

Dia desses liguei pro Luis Bigode e tivemos um papo muito legal. Há tempos que eu não o via. Luis Bigode passou por um período crítico, em termos de saúde. Desejo que esse carinha fique fortalecido e que ainda possa fazer muita gente dançar. É um exemplo para o universo do autêntico mundo do funk.

C.C.C.P.E.B.I.G.

Ver cinema russo é sempre bom principalmente pela língua...

Ontem vi um filme de lá chamado o nono pelotão...E foi muito bom ...Soldados russos esquecidos por outros soldados russos nas montanhas do afeganistão ...Recomendo muito... 

 

Slow Da BF

 

 

 

 

 

ELENCO:

• Fyodor Bondarchuk (Khokkol)
• Aleksei Chadov (Vorobey)
• Mikhail Evlanov (Ryaba)
• Ivan Kokorin (Chugun)
• Artyom Mikhalkov (Stas)
• Konstantin Kryykov (Gioconda)
• Artur Smolyaninov (Lyutyi)
• Mikhail Porechenkov (Praporshik Dygalo)
• Irina Rakhmanova (Belosnezhka)

 

Tentei ouvir 2 pac hoje mas desisti nos primeiros 20 segundos ...É muito ruim mesmo ...Agora se vc ouvir o Wallace Small vc sente q é real!! é isso C.C.C.P e B.I.G....Bom dia!!!

o 27..uuhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh que medo!!!

Celebridades que morreram aos vinte e sete anos

Clube dos 27

Olhando a lista abaixo, a gente fica arrepiado com a lista de pessoas que morreram aos vinte e sete anos.
Eu acredito que o final dos anos sessenta e início dos anos setenta foi muito triste, nessa ápoca o rock sofreu suas maiores perdas. Nessa lista estão apenas as pessoas que morreram com vinte e sete anos, mas morreram muito mais.

É inevitável também, a relação entre o rock e as drogas. No Brasil, as drogas ainda são um tabu, por isso costuma-se atribuir ao álcool e ao cigarro, as causas das mortes, isso sem falar que a elite não permite esse tipo de divulgação.

O ano de 1.994 foi macabro, tanto Kurt Kobain, quanto Kristen Ptaff eram muito próximos, mesmo assim a morte de um não foi suficiente para alertar o outro.

Em todos esses casos, notamos a liberdade exagerada que as celebridades tem, o motivo certamente deve ser o dinheiro.

Todas essas celebridades viviam no limite, o que já seria motivo de sobra para o risco de morte.
Brian Jones, por exemplo, acabou com sua carreira.
Nem os amigos próximos suportavam suas manias, isolado, mergulhava fundo nas drogas.
Dezenas de anos depois, descobriu-se que fora assassinado, mas por que encobriram o escândalo?

Vinte sete anos não é uma idade comum para conflitos psicológicos, não para as pessoas normais, mas quem disse que as estrelas são pessoas normais?

Muitas vezes, a própria inspiração de um artista vem desse inconformismo, as drogas só ajudam a derrubar de vez uma mente atormentada.

Desde 1.994, não havia uma perda tão grande. A morte de Amy Winehouse voltou a assombrar e a chocar, vinte e sete anos, mas quem se importa?

A situação pode se complicar, quando uma cantora famosa tem alta de um hospital e depois tem uma recaída, morrendo em seguida, é assustador.
  
Os anos que abalaram o mundo:

Amy Winehouse – 2.011
Kurt Kobain (Nirvana) – 1.994
Jimmy Hendrix – 1.970
Jim Morrison (The Doors) – 1971
Janis Joplin – 1.970
Robert Johson – 1.938
Peter Ham (Bad Finger) – 1.947
Kristen Ptaff (Hole) – 1.994
Pete de Freitas (Echo and the Bunnymen) – 1.989
Brian Jones (Rolling Stones) – 1.969
Chris Bell (Big Star) – 1.978

…e todos morreram aos vinte e sete anos…

FUNK PARTE 1

FUNK PARTE 1...

Funk (também conhecido como soul funk ) é um estilo bem característico da música negra norte-americana, desenvolvido a partir de meados dos anos 60 por artistas como James Brown e por seus músicos, especialmente Maceo Parker e Melvin Parker, a partir de uma mistura de soul music, soul jazz, rock psicodélico e RB.

O pianista norte-americano Horace Silver, na década de 60, pode ser considerado o pai do funk. Silver uniu o jazz à soul music e começou a difundir a expressão “funk style”. Nesta época, o funk ainda não tinha a sua principal característica: o swing. Foi com James Brown que o estilo tornou-se dançante e ganhou o mundo.

Não existiria HIP HOP se não houvesse James Brown e a JB’s Band…
A Banda era enorme, mas vale lembrar os principais componentes…

Fred Wesley  e Willian “Bootsy” Collins
Somente com as inovações de James Brown é que o funk passou a ser considerado um gênero distinto. Na tradição do R&B, estas bandas bem ensaiadas criaram um estilo instantaneamente reconhecível, repletos de vocais e côros de acompanhamento cativantes. Brown mudou a ênfase rítmica 2:4 do soul tradicional para uma ênfase 1:3, anteriormente associada com a música dos brancos - porém com uma forte presença da seção de metais. Com isto, a batida 1:3 virou marca registrada do funk 'tradicional'.

A gravação de Brown feita em 1965, de seu sucesso "Papa's Got a Brand New Bag" normalmente é considerada como a que lançou o gênero funk...

James Browne os outros têm creditado a criação do gênero a Little Richard que em turnê com sua banda The Upsetters, com Lee Allen e Earl Palmer na bateria, em meados dos anos 50, como sendo a primeira a colocar o funk na batida do rock 'n' roll.

Esses músicos tocaram com o grande Fats domino e trouxeram muitas coisas desta interação , com fats domino tocaram também os músicos, Herbert Hardesty ,Alvin "Red" Tyler , Reggie Houston, Lee Allen, e Fred Kemp.

Um nome muito importante nesta história é o de Bobby Byrd , do qual falo mais daqui a pouco...

A banda The Upsetters começou com o baterista de Nova Orleans Charles "Chuck" Connors e dois saxofonistas, incluindo Wilbert "Lee Diamond" Smith. Em 1955 se juntaram à banda os saxofonistas Clifford "Gene" Burks e Grady Gaines, o guitarrista Nathaniel "Buster" Douglas e o baixista Olsie "Baysee" Robinson.

Outra banda importante foi a Famous Flames..Em 1955, Brown e a irmã de Bobby Byrd, Sarah se apresentaram em um grupo chamado "The Gospel Starlighters". Eventualmente Brown se juntava ao grupo vocal de Bobby Byrd, the Avons, e Byrd transformou o som do grupo em secular rhythm and blues. 

Após o nome do grupo ter sido mudado para The Flames, Brown e o grupo de Byrd foram para o Sul, o chamado "chitlin' circuit". 

As primeiras gravações de Brown foram composições inspiradas no gospel-R&B, altamente influenciadas pelo trabalho de músicos como Ray Charles e Little Richard. 

A relação com Little Richard foram particularmente significantes no desenvolvimento como músico e showman. Quando Richard deixou a música pop em 1957 para se tornar pregador, Brown substituiu Richard nas datas restantes. Vários músicos que acompanhavam Little Richard se juntaram ao grupo de Brown depois que Richard deixou a cena.

Brown retornou as paradas em 1958 com o sucesso "Try Me". Este single foi o mais vendido entre os discos de R&B do ano, e se tornaria o primeiro de 17 canções que atingiriam o topo da parada R&B pelas próximas duas décadas. No lançamento de "Try Me" em disco, o nome do grupo passou a ser James Brown and The Famous Flames.

 Em um notável acontecimento, Brown gravou o sucesso de 1960 "(Do the) Mashed Potatoes" na gravadora Dade Records, de propriedade de Henry Stone, sobre o pseudônimo de "Nat Kendrick & The Swans"

Ainda falando de músicos que estavam ao lado de Jb , tenho que falar de 2 brothers...

Melvim Parker é um baterista , irmão do saxofonista Maceo Parker.  Seu estilo diferenciado foi o grande ingrediente para as inovações da música funk nos anos 60.Seu irmão,Maceo Parker é um cantor e saxofonista de soul, funk e jazz.

Nascidos em um ambiente totalmente musical, sua mãe e seu pai cantaram em uma igreja e seus irmãos eram músicos, tocavam tambor e trombones.

Além deste podemos falar de:

•  Fred Wesley  
•  George Clinton
•  Parliament.
• Clyde Stubblefield 
• Jabo Starks. 
• Maceo and All The Kings Men
• Marva Whitney
• Vicki Anderson

funk

amanhã um texto sobe funk!!

minha maior inspiração em 2011...AWH!!!

Our Day Will Come

Amy Winehouse

Our day will come (our day will come)
And we'll have everything
We'll share the joy
Falling in love can bring

No one can tell me that I'm too young to know
I love you so
And you love me

Our day will come (our day will come)
If we just wait a while
No tears for us
Think love and wear a smile

Our dreams are magic because
We'll always stay in love this way
Our day will come
(our day will come, our day will come)

Our dreams are magic because
We'll always stay in love this way
Our day will come
(our day will come, our day will come)

Our day will come (our day will come, our day will come)
Our day will come (our day will come, our day will come)
Our day will come (our day will come, our day will come)
Our day will come (our day will come, our day will come)

Between The Cheats

Amy Winehouse

I would die before I divorce you
I'd take a thousand thumps for my love
Cause you kiss a lucky horseshoe
Stuck it in my boxing glove
Cause anyone who will see us
Through our victory and done defeat
Knows that I'll take you to the cleaners
If you come between the cheats

Between the cheats, ooh oh oh ooh oh oh
Between the cheats, ooh oh oh ooh oh oh

My husband is the finest handsome hustler
And he still make this housewife blush
So I'm holding my hand in his
I'm sitting on the royal flush
Women drink him in, swimming in his green eyes
Then go home and catch the chips you got
And...
The jack of hearts is my jackpot

Between the cheats, ooh oh oh ooh oh oh
Between the cheats, ooh oh oh ooh oh oh

Catch me on...
And I know as my heart beats
There's a win secret to...
And it's sworn between the cheats

Between the cheats, ooh oh oh ooh oh oh
Between the cheats, ooh oh oh ooh oh oh
Between the cheats, ooh oh oh ooh oh oh

Will You Still Love Me Tomorrow

Amy Winehouse

Tonight you're mine completely
You give your love so sweetly
Tonight the light of love is in your eyes
Will you still love me tomorrow?

Is this a lasting treasure
Or just a moment's pleasure?
Can I believe the magic of your sighs?
Will you still love me tomorrow?

Tonight with words unspoken
And you say that I'm the only one, the only one, yeah
But will my heart be broken
When the night meets the morning star?

I'd like to know that your love
Is love I can be sure of
So tell me now, cause I won't ask again
Will you still love me tomorrow?
Will you still love me tomorrow?
Yeah

Like Smoke (feat. Nas)

Amy Winehouse

I never wanted you to be my man
I just need your company
Don't want to get dependent on
Your time or who you spend it on
Or lose the way you love me
Like smoke, I hung around
And be your balance

[Nas]
It's not a movie, this is not a script to proofread
I'll spit some untruths to dumb fools and groupies
Tryna punctuate the funds I make amounts I take
put in your face oh, my mistake
You're not a floozy? Then excuse me
Before I talk, my style introduced me
Get your name and phone number like 1-2-3
Y'all know the story, y'all know the commentary
I kick the narrative, this is legendary
The good Samaritan, good thespian
Like a polygamist, with a twist
Will I marry again? Maybe, I guess
I hold a lady's interest, I just met
The love scholar, she the teacher's pet
Every other eve we'd meet and make each other sweat
I feel triumph with no strings
Just a fling to have fun with
I be out in London, Camden
Huntin' for the answers, why did God take away the homie?
I can't stand it
I'm a firm believer that we all meet up in eternity
Just hope the big man show me some courtesy
Why? 'Cause I'm deemed a heartbreaker
Like smoke, girls linger 'round a player
Yeah-yuh

I never wanted you to be my man
I just need your company
Don't want to get dependent on
Your time or who you spend it on
Or lose the way you love me
Like smoke, I hung around
And be your balance

[Nas]
Yo, this recession is a test
It's affecting my complexion
Misdirecting my affection
My concerns of bill collections
The facts is the taxes, they after me
Chapter three, my property
My handlers, they dealt with me improperly
I say some things I should probably keep privately
Evaluate the world bank trusts like I'm IEG
This fly sweet bourgeoisie
Tall freak, she wouldn't protest with me at Wall Street
She says, no you're so deep
I said, no let's go thru it
Historically so ruthless feds came for Joe Lewis
She said, my man you needs to laugh sometime
Classifies me as a bore, I told her have some wine
You colder than penguin pussy at her her dismay
She's thinkin' that's just so silly to say
But if you really think about it hussy
See a penguin, he drags his ass on the ground all day
And there's a drag
And it's a bust and you're in tune with just lust
I'm thru with you after I crush, so is that humorous enough?
The smoke I puff
Tell the car to go to Aura, Funky Buddah, Whiskey Mist
on Mayfair
I hope I meet some Monie Loves so she can show me love
NYC to UK I might stay there
Everybody in the club tonight say, "Yeah"
You know how me and Amy are, straight players

I never wanted you to be my man
I just need your company
Don't want to get dependent on
Your time or who you spend it on
Or lose the way you love me
Like smoke, I hung around
And be your balance
Ohh, ohh, ooooohh, ohh

Valerie

Amy Winehouse

Well sometimes I go out by myself
And I look across the water
And I think of all the things, what you're doing
And in my head I paint a picture

'Cause since I've come on home
Well my body's been a mess
And I miss your ginger hair
And the way you like to dress
Won't you come on over
Stop making a fool out of me
Why won't you come on over Valerie?
(Valerie) x3

Did you have to go to jail?
Put your house up on for sale, did you get a good lawyer?
I hope you didn't catch a tan,
I hope you'll find the right man who'll fix it for you
Are you shoppin' anywhere,
Changed the colour of you hair, are you busy?
And did you have to pay the fine?
You were dodging all the time, are you still dizzy?

'Cause since I've come on home,
Well my body's been a mess
And I miss your ginger hair
And the way you like to dress
Won't you come on over
Stop making a fool out of me
Why won't you come on over Valerie?
(Valerie) x3

Well sometimes I go out by myself
And I look across the water
And I think of all the things, what you're doing
And in my head I make a picture

'Cause since I've come on home,
Well my body's been a mess
And I miss your ginger hair
And the way you like to dress
Won't you come on over
Stop making a fool out of me
Why won't you come on over Valerie?
(Valerie) x3
Yeah Valerie

The Girl From Ipanema

Amy Winehouse

Tall and tanned and young and lovely
The girl from Ipanema goes walking
And when she passes each man she passes goes Aaah!

When she walks it's like a samba
That swings so cool and sways so gentle
That when she passes each man she passes goes Aaah!

Oh, how I watch her so sadly
How can I tell her I love her
I would give my heart gladly

But each day when she walks to the sea
She looks straight ahead not at me

Tall and tanned and young and lovely
The girl from Ipanema goes walking
And when she passes I go...

The girl, the girl, the girl
From Ipanema, from Ipanema

I want her so badly
How can I tell her I love her
I would give my heart gladly

But each day when she walks to the sea
She looks straight ahead not at me

Tall and tanned and young and lovely
The girl from Ipanema goes walking
And when she passes I smile but she doesn't see
She ain't looking at me

Half Time

Amy Winehouse

Simple sweet guitar
Humbled by the bass
So when the beat kicks in
Everything falls into place
And it overpowers me
I can't help but dance
You can try to stop me now
But you won't get the chance

Half time
Time to think it through
Consider the change
See it from a different view
Half time
Time to think it through
Consider the change

Rhythm floods my heart
The melody it feeds my soul
The tune tears me apart
And it swallows me whole
You should thank your lucky stars
'Cause the music is a gift
And it's stronger than all else
Provides me with uplift

Half time
Time to think it through
Consider the change
See it from a different view
Half time
Time to think it through
Consider the change

My lyrics revealing
Some natural vibe
Somekind of laidback feeling
Oh, just let it ride
And when Frank Sinatra sings
It's too much to take
So I sing the standard shit
It pacifies my ache

Half time
Time to think it through
Consider the change
See it from a different view
Half time
Time to think it through
Consider the change

Wake Up Alone

Amy Winehouse

It's okay in the day I'm staying busy
Tied up in love so I don't have to wonder where is he
Got so sick of crying
So just lately
When I catch myself I do a 180
I stay up clean the house
At least I'm not drinking
Run around just so I don't have to think about thinking
That silent sense of content
That everyone gets
Just disappears soon as the sun sets

This face in my dreams sees in my guts
He floats me with dread
Soaked in soul
He swims in my eyes by the bed
Pour myself over him
Moon spilling in
And I wake up alone

If I was my heart
I'd rather be restless
The second I stop the sleep catches up and I'm breathless
This ache in my chest
As my day is done now
The dark covers me and I cannot run now
My blood running cold
I stand before him
It's all I can do to assure him
When he comes to me
I drip for him tonight
Drowning in me we bathe under blue light

His face in my dreams sees in my guts
He floats me with dread
Soaked in soul
He swims in my eyes by the bed
Pour myself over him
Moon spilling in
And I wake up alone
And I wake up alone
And I wake up alone
And I wake up alone

Best Friends

Amy Winehouse

I can't wait to get away from you
And surprisingly you hate me too
We only communicate when we need to fight
But we are best friends...right?

You're too good at pretending you don't care
There's enough resentment in the air
Now you don't want me in the flat
When you're home at night
But we're best friends right?

You're Stephanie and I'm Paulette
You know what all my faces mean
And it's easy to smoke it up, forget
Everything that happened in between

Nicky's right when he says I can't win
So I don't wanna tell you anything
I can't even think about
How you feel inside
But we are best friends, right?

I don't like the way you say my name
You're always looking for someone to blame
Now you want me to suffer just cause
You was born wide
But we are best friends right?

You're Stephanie and I'm Paulette
You know what all my faces mean
And its easy to smoke it up, forget
Everything that happened in between

So I had love for you when I was 4
And there's no one I wanna smoke with more
Someday I'll buy the Rizla, so you get the dro
Cause we are best friends right, right, right, right?
Because we are best friends right?
Because we are best friends right?

Body and Soul

Amy Winehouse

My heart is sad and lonely
For you I sigh
For you dear only
Why haven't you seen it?
I'm all for you
Body and soul

I spend my days
In longing
And wondering why
It's me you're wronging
I tell you I mean it
I'm all for you
Body and soul

I can't believe it
It's hard to conceive it
That you'd turn away romance, oohh

Are you pretending?
It looks like the ending
Unless I could have
One more chance to prove, dear

My life's a wreck you're making
You know I'm yours
For just the taking

I'd gladly surrender
Myself to you
Body and soul

Are you pretending?
It looks like the ending
Unless I can have
One more chance to prove, dear

My life's a wreck you're making
You know I'm yours
For just the taking

I'd gladly surrender
Myself to you
Body and soul

 

A Song For You

Amy Winehouse

I've been so many places in my life and time
I've sung a lot of songs I've made some bad rhyme
I've acted out my love in stages
With ten thousand people watching
But we're alone now and I'm singing this song for you

I know your image of me is what I hope to be
I've treated you unkindly but darlin' can't you see
There's no one more important to me
Darlin' can't you please see through me
Cause we're alone now and I'm singing this song for you

You taught me precious secrets of the truth withholding nothing
You came out in front and I was hiding
But now I'm so much better and if my words don't come together

Listen to the melody cause my love is in there hiding
I love you in a place where there's no space or time
I love you for in my life you are a friend of mine
And when my life is over
Remember when we were together
We were alone and I was singing this song for you

You taught me precious secrets of the truth withholding nothing
You came out in front and I was hiding
But now I'm so much better and if my words don't come together
Listen to the melody cause my love is in there hiding

I love you in a place where there's no space or time
I love you for in my life you are a friend of mine
And when my life is over
Remember when we were together

We were alone and I was singing this song for you
We were alone and I was singing this song for you

Rehab

Amy Winehouse

They tried to make me go to rehab,but I said,
"No, no, no"
Yes, I've been black but when I come back you'll
know, know, know
I ain't got the time and if my daddy thinks I'm fine
He's tried to make me go to rehab,but I won't go, go, go

I'd rather be at home with Ray
I ain't got seventy days
'Cause there's nothing,
There's nothing you can teach me
That I can't learn from Mr. Hathaway

I didn't get a lot in class
But I know we don't come in a shot glass

They tried to make me go to rehab,but I said,
"No, no, no"
Yes, I've been black but when I come back you'll
know, know, know
I ain't got the time and if my daddy thinks I'm fine
He's tried to make me go to rehab,but I won't go, go, go

The man said, "Why do you think you're here?"
I said, "I got no idea"
I'm gonna, I'm gonna lose my baby
So I always keep a bottle near

He said, "I just think you're depressed"
Kiss me, yeah baby and go rest"

They tried to make me go to rehab,but I said,
"No, no, no"
Yes, I've been black but when I come back you'll
know, know, know

I don't ever wanna drink again
I just, ooh, I just need a friend
I'm not gonna spend ten weeks
Have everyone think I'm on the mend

And it's not just my pride
It's just 'til these tears have dried

They tried to make me go to rehab,but I said,
"No, no, no"
Yes, I've been black and when I come back you'll
know, know, know
I ain't got the time and if my daddy thinks I'm fine
He's tried to make me go to rehab,but I won't go, go, go

You Know I'm No Good

Amy Winehouse

Meet you downstairs in the bar and heard
Your rolled up sleeves and your skull t-shirt
You say what did you do with him today?
And sniff me out like I was Tanqueray

'Cause you're my fella, my guy
Hand me your Stella and fly
By the time I'm out the door
You're ten men down like Roger Moore

I cheated myself
Like I knew I would
I told you, I was trouble
You know that I'm no good

Upstairs in bed, with my ex boy
He's in the place, but I can't get joy
Thinking of you in the final throes, this is when my buzzer goes

Run out to meet you, chips and pitta
You say we'll marry 'cause you're not bitter
There'll be none of him no more
I cried for you on the kitchen floor

I cheated myself
Like I knew I would
I told you, I was trouble
You know that I'm no good

Sweet reunion, Jamaica and Spain
We're like how we were again
I'm in the tub you on the seat
Lick your lips as I soak my feet

Then you notice little carpet burn
My stomach drop yeah and my guts churn
You shrug and it's the worst
To truly stuck the knife in first

I cheated myself like I knew I would
I told you I was trouble, you know that I'm no good
I cheated myself, like I knew I would
I told you I was trouble, you know that I'm no good

Me And Mr. Jones

Amy Winehouse

Nobody stands in between me and my man,
It's me and Mr.Jones (Me and Mr.Jones)

What kind of fuckery is this?
You made me miss the Slick Rick gig (oh Slick Rick)
You thought I didn't love you when I did (when I did)
Can't believe you played me out like that (Ahhh)

No you ain't worth guest list
Plus one of all them girls you kiss (all them girls)
You can't keep lying to yourself like this (to yourself)
Can't believe you played yourself (out) like this

Rulers one thing but come Brixton
Nobody stands in between me and my man
'Cause it's me and Mr Jones (Me and Mr Jones)

What kind of fuckery are we?
Nowadays you don't mean dick to me (dick to me)
I might let you make it up to me (make it up)
Who's playing Saturday?

What kind of fuckery are you?
Side from Sammy you're my best black Jew
But I could swear that we were through (we were through)
I still want to wonder 'bout the things you do

Mr Destiny 9 and 14
Nobody stands in between me and my man
'Cause it's Me and Mr.Jones (Me and Mr.Jones)

Just Friends

Amy Winehouse

When will we get the time to be just friends
It's never safe for us not even in the evening
‘cos I've been drinking
Not in the morning where your shit works
It's always dangerous when everybody's sleeping
And I've been thinking
Can we be alone?
Can we be alone?

When will we get the time to be just friends
When will we get the time to be just friends

And no I'm not ashamed but the guilt will kill you
If she don't first
I'll never love you like her
Though we need to find the time
To just do this shit together
For it gets worse
I wanna touch you
But that just hurts

When will we get the time to be just just friends
When will we get the time to be just friends, just friends
When will we get the time to be just friends, just friends
When will we get the time to be just friends, just friends
Just friends

Back To Black

Amy Winehouse

He left no time to regret
Kept his dick wet
With his same old safe bet
Me and my head high
And my tears dry
Get on without my guy
You went back to what you knew
So far removed from all that we went through
And I tread a troubled track
My odds are stacked
I'll go back to black

We only said goodbye with words
I died a hundred times
You go back to her
And I go back to.....

I go back to us

I love you much
It's not enough
You love blow and I love puff

And life is like a pipe
And I'm a tiny penny rolling up the walls inside

We only said goodbye with words
I died a hundred times
You go back to her
And I go back to

Black, black, black, black, black, black, black
I go back to
I go back to

We only said goodbye with words
I died a hundred times
You go back to her
And I go back to

We only said goodbye with words
I died a hundred times
You go back to her
And I go back to black

Love Is A Losing Game

Amy Winehouse

For you I was a flame
Love is a losing game
Five storey fire as you came
Love is a losing game

Why do I wish I'd never played
Oh what a mess we made
And now the final frame
Love is a losing game

Played out by the band
Love is a losing hand
More than I could stand
Love is a losing hand

Self professed... profound
Till the chips were down
...know you're a gambling man
Love is a losing hand

Though I'm rather blind
Love is a fate resigned
Memories mar my mind
Love is a fate resigned

Over futile odds
And laughed at by the gods
And now the final frame
Love is a losing game

Tears Dry On Their Own

Amy Winehouse

All I'll can ever be to you
Is a darkness that we know,
And this regret I got accustomed to.
Once it was so right
When we were at our high,
Waiting for you in the hotel at night.
I knew I hadn't met my match,
But every moment we could snatch,
I don't know why I got so attached.
It's my responsibility,
And you don't owe nothing to me,
But to walk away I have no capacity.

He walks away,
The sun goes down,
It takes the day but I'm grown
And in your way,
In this blue shade
My tears dry on their own.

I don't understand,
Why do I stress a man,
When there's so many bigger things at hand,
We could've never had it all,
We had to hit a wall,
So this is an inevitable withdrawal.
Even if I stop wanting you
A perspective pushes true,
I'll be some next man's other woman soon.
I couldn't play myself again,
I should just be my own best friend,
Not fuck myself in the head with stupid men.

He walks away,
The sun goes down,
He takes the day but I'm grown
And in your way,
In this blue shade
My tears dry on their own.

So we are history,
Your shadow covers me,
The sky above
A blaze

He walks away,
The sun goes down,
He takes the day but I'm grown
And in your way,
In this blue shade
My tears dry on their own.

I wish I could say no regrets,
And no emotional debts,
Cause as we kiss goodbye the sun sets.

So we are history,
Your shadow covers me,
The sky above a blaze that only lovers see.

He walks away,
The sun goes down,
He takes the day but I'm grown
And in your way,
In my blue shade
My tears dry on their own.

He walks away,
The sun goes down,
He takes the day but I am grown
And in your way,
My deep shade,
My tears dry on their own.

He walks away,
The sun goes down,
He takes the day but I'm grown
And in your way,
My deep shade,
My tears dry...

Wake Up Alone

Amy Winehouse

It's okay in the day I'm staying busy
Tied up in love so I don't have to wonder where is he
Got so sick of crying
So just lately
When I catch myself I do a 180
I stay up clean the house
At least I'm not drinking
Run around just so I don't have to think about thinking
That silent sense of content
That everyone gets
Just disappears soon as the sun sets

This face in my dreams sees in my guts
He floats me with dread
Soaked in soul
He swims in my eyes by the bed
Pour myself over him
Moon spilling in
And I wake up alone

If I was my heart
I'd rather be restless
The second I stop the sleep catches up and I'm breathless
This ache in my chest
As my day is done now
The dark covers me and I cannot run now
My blood running cold
I stand before him
It's all I can do to assure him
When he comes to me
I drip for him tonight
Drowning in me we bathe under blue light

His face in my dreams sees in my guts
He floats me with dread
Soaked in soul
He swims in my eyes by the bed
Pour myself over him
Moon spilling in
And I wake up alone
And I wake up alone
And I wake up alone
And I wake up alone

Some Unholy War

Amy Winehouse

If my man was fighting,
Some unholy war,
I would be behind him,
Straight shook up beside him,
With a strength he didn't know,
It's you I'm fighting for,
He can't lose with me in tow,
I refuse to let him go,
At his side and drunk on pride,
When he waits for the blow.

Put it in writing,
But who you writing for,
Just us on kitchen floor,
Justice done,
Reciting my stomach stands still,
Like you're reading my will,
He still stands in spite of what his scars say,
And I battle 'til this bitter finale,
Just me, my dignity and this guitar case

If my man was fighting some unholy war,
And I will stand beside you,
Who you dying for,
B - I would have died too,
I'd liked to,
If my man was fighting,
Some unholy war,
If my man was fighting,
Some unholy war,
If my man was fighting,
Some unholy war

He Can Only Hold Her

Amy Winehouse

He can only hold her for so long
The lights are on but no one's home
She's so vacant Her soul is taken
He thinks: "what's she running from?"

How can he have her heart
When it got stole?
Though he tries to pacify her
Whats inside her never dies

Even if she's content in his warmth
She is plagued with urgency
Searching kisses
The man she misses
The man that he longs to be

Now how can he have her heart
When it got stole?
So he tries to pacify her
Cause what's inside her never dies

So he tries to pacify her
'Cause what's inside her, it never dies
So he tries to pacify her
'Cause what's inside her never dies.

Addicted

Amy Winehouse

Tell your boyfriend next time he around
To buy his own weed and don't wear my shit down
I wouldn't care if bre would give me some more
I'd rather him leave you then leave him my draw

When you smoke all my weed man
You gotta call the green man
So I can get mine and you get yours

Once is enough to make me attack
So bring me a bag and your man can come back
I'll check him at the door make sure he got green
I'm tighter than airport security teams

When you smoke all my weed man
You gotta call the green man
So I can get mine and you get yours

I'm my own man so when will you learn
That you got a man but I got to burn
Don't make no difference if I end up alone
I'd rather have myself and smoke my homegrown
It's got me addicted, does more than any dick did

Yeh I can get mine and you get yours
Yeh I can get mine and you get yours

Cupid

Amy Winehouse

REFRAIN
Cupid draw back your bow
And let your arrow flow
Straight to my lover's heart for me
Nobody else but me hey hey hey
Cupid please hear my cry
And let your arrow fly
Straight to my lover's heart for me

I don't want to bother you but I'm in distress
There's danger of me loosing all of my happiness
Cause I love a man who doesn't know I exist
Ah and this yoy can fix so...

REFRAIN

Now Cupid if your arrow makes her love strong for me
I swear I'm gonna love her until eternity
I know that tween the both of us his heart we can steal
Cupid help me if you will so...

REFRAIN

Hey Cupid Cupid I'm calling
Don't you hear me I'm calling you
(fade)

Monkey ManAmy Winehouse

Ay ay ay, ay ay ay, tell you baby,
You huggin' up the big monkey man
Ay ay ay, ay ay ay, tell you baby,
You huggin' up the big monkey man

I've seen no sign of you, I've only heard that you
Huggin' up the big monkey man
I've seen no sign of you, I've only heard that you
Huggin' up the big monkey man

Is not lie, is not lie, them a tell me,
You huggin' up the big monkey man
Is not lie, is not lie, them a tell me,
You huggin' up the big monkey man

Now I know that, now I understand,
You turnin' a monkey on me
Now I know that, now I understand,
You turnin' a monkey on me

Ay ay ay, ay ay ay, tell you baby,
You huggin' up the big monkey man
Ay ay ay, ay ay ay, tell you baby,
You huggin' up the big monkey man

I've seen no sign of you, I've only heard that you
Huggin' up the big monkey man
I've seen no sign of you, I've only heard that you
Huggin' up the big monkey man

Is not lie, is not lie, them a tell me,
You huggin' up the big monkey man
Is not lie, is not lie, them a tell me,
You huggin' up the big monkey man

Now I know that, now I understand,
You turnin' a monkey on me
Now I know that, now I understand,
You turnin' a monkey on me

Hey Little Rich Girl

Amy Winehouse

I bought you a fur coat when you were fifteen
You wore it to the disco, when everyone was in jeans

But you were just a rich girl, only having fun
Your warn out dresses, brought stares from everyone
Hey, little rich girl where did you go wrong?

You left for London, when you were nineteen
Had to pull off your nice clothes, just living on dreams
A man in the bright lights took all that you own
Now he's taken your freedom for a fate unknown

But you were just a rich girl, only having fun
Your worn out dresses, brought stares from everyone
Hey, little rich girl where did you go wrong?

Hey, little rich girl you've been away for so long
And now little rich girl, i wrote you in this song
Hey, little rich girl, baby, my love is gone
And now little rich girl, I know where you belong

At your dad's office party all the movies were blue
You caused him so much heart ache, because the screen star was you
You left for London, when you were nineteen
Had to pull off your nice clothes, just living on dreams

But you were just a rich girl, only having fun
Your worn out dresses, brought stares from everyone
Hey, little rich girl where did you go wrong?
Hey, little rich girl where did you go wrong?

You're Wondering Now

Amy Winehouse

You're wondering now what to do
Now you know this is the end
You're wondering how you will pay
For the way you miss behave

First time I swallow
But now you're on your own
I won't return
Forever you will wait

You're wondering now what to do
Now you know this is the end

First time I swallow
But now you're on your own
I won't return
Forever you will wait

You're wondering now what to do
Now you know this is the end
You're wondering how you will pay
For the way you miss behave

You're wondering now what to do
Now you know this is the end
You're wondering how you will pay
For the way you miss behave

You're wondering now what to do
Now you know this is the end
You're wondering how you will pay
For the way you miss behave

To Know Him Is To Love Him

Amy Winehouse

To know know know him
Is to love love love him
Just to see that smile
Makes my life worthwhile
To know know know him
Is to love love love him
And I do, and I do, and I do

Oh, I'll be good to him
I'll bring joy to him
Everyone says there'll come a day
When I'll walk alongside of him
To know know know him
Is to love love love him
And I do, I really do, and I do

Why can't he see
How blind can he be
Someday he'll see
That he was meant for me

To know know know him
Is to love love love him
Just to see that smile
Makes my life worthwhile
To know know know him
Is to love love love him
And I do, I really do, and I do

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Stronger Than Me

Amy Winehouse

You should be stronger than me
You been here seven years longer than me
Don't you know you're supposed to be the man
Not pale in comparison to who you think I am

You always wanna talk it through, I don't care!
I always have to comfort you when I'm there
But that's what I need you to do, stroke my hair!

Cos' I've forgotten all of young love's joy
Feel like a lady, and you my lady boy

You should be stronger than me
But instead you're longer than frozen turkey
Why'd you always put me in control
All I need is for my man to live up to his role

Always wanna talk it through, I'm ok
Always have to comfort you every day
But that's what I need you to do, are you gay?

Cause I've forgotten all of young love's joy
Feel like a lady, and you my lady boy

He said 'the respect I made you earn
Thought you had so many lessons to learn'
I said 'You don't know what love is, get a grip!'
Sounds as if you're reading from some other tired script

I'm not gonna meet your mother anytime
I just wanna rip your body over mine
Please tell me why you think that's a crime

I've forgotten all of young love's joy
Feel like a lady, and you my lady boy

You should be stronger than me
You should be stronger than me
You should be stronger than me
You should be stronger than me

You Sent Me Flying

Amy Winehouse

Lent you Outsidaz and my new Badu
While I was thinking you didn't have a clue
Tough to sort files with your voice in my head
So then I bribed you downstairs with a Malboro red
So now I feel so small discovering you knew
How much more torture would you have put me through?
You probably saw me laughing at all your jokes
Or how I did not mind when you stole all my smokes

And although my pride is not easy to disturb
You sent me flying when you kicked me to the kerb
With you battered jeans and your Beasties tee
Now I can't work like this, no no, with you next to me

And although he is nothing in the scheme of my years
It just serves to bludgeon my futile tears
And I'm not used to this, no no, I observe, I don't chase
So now I'm stuck with consequences, thrust in my face
And the melodramas of my day deliver blows
That surpass your rejection it just goes to show
A simple attraction that reflects right back to me
So I'm not as into you as I appear to be

And although my pride's not easily disturbed
You sent me flying when you kicked me to the kerb
With you battered jeans and your Beasties tee
Now I can't work like this with you next to me

His message was brutal but the delivery was kind
Maybe if I get this down I'll get it off my mind
It serves to condition me and smoothen my kinks
Despite my frustation for the way that he thinks

And I knew the truth, when it came, would be to that effect
At least you're attracted to me which I did not expect
Didn't think you get my number down and such
But I never hated myself for my age so much

And although my pride's not easy to disturb
You sent me flying when you kicked me to the kerb
With you battered jeans and your Beasties tee
Now I can't work like this, no no, with you next to me

And although my pride's not easy to disturb
You sent me flying when you kicked me to the kerb
With you battered jeans and your Beasties tee
Now I can't work like this, no no, with you next to me

Cherry

Amy Winehouse

Her name is Cherry
We've just met
But already she knows me
Better than you
She understands me
After eighteen years
And you still don't see me
Like you ought to do

Maybe we could talk 'bout things
If you was made of wood and strings
While I love her every sound
I don't know how to turn you down
You're so thick and my patience thin
So I got me a new best friend
With a pickup that puts you to shame
And Cherry is her name

And when I'm lonely
Cherry's there
And she plays along
While I sing out my blues
I could be crying
And you don't care
You won't call me back
You're stubborn as mule

Maybe we could talk 'bout things
If you was made of wood and strings
You might think I've gone too far
I'm talking 'bout my new guitar...

Know You Now

Amy Winehouse

You're just a little boy underneath that hat
You need your nerve to hide your ego, don't come with that
You think everything is handed to you free
But it's not that easy, no

I gotta know you now
We may never meet again
I gotta know you now and then

My girl says I'm too sensitive to ride with you
But I'm not listening to her, mm hmm
Yes I'm perceptive so when I've dance with you
You'll whisk your head back the way it were
As you were

I gotta know you now
We may never meet again
I gotta know you now and then

Do do dah
(ad lib)

Oh, I'm not ruling you out
I'm just in doubt as to what you say you're all about, yeah

I gotta know you now
We may never meet again
I gotta show you now and then
I gotta know you now and then

I gotta know you now
We may never meet again

I gotta know you now
We may never meet again

I gotta know you now
We may never meet again

I gotta know you now
We may never meet again

Fuck Me Pumps

Amy Winehouse

When you walk in the bar
And you dressed like a star
Rockin' your F me pumps

And the men notice you
With your Gucci bag crew
Can't tell who he's lookin' to

Cuz you all look the same
Everyone knows your name
And that's you whole claim to fame

Never miss a night
Cuz your dream in life
Is to be a footballer's wife

You don't like players
That's what you say-a
But you really wouldn't mind a millionaire
You don't like ballers
They don't do nothing for ya
But you'd love a rich man six foot two or taller

You're more than a fan
Lookin' for a man
But you end up with one-nights-stands

He could be your whole life
If you got past one night
But that part never goes right

In the morning you're vexed
He's onto the next
And you didn't even get no taste

Don't be too upset
If they call you a skank
Cuz like the news everyday you get pressed

You don't like players
That's what you say-a
But you really wouldn't mind a millionaire
Or them big ballers
Don't do nothing for ya
But you'd love a rich man six foot two or taller

You can't sit down right
Cuz you jeans are too tight
And your lucky its ladies night

With your big empty purse
Every week it gets worse
At least your breasts cost more than hers

So you did Miami
Cuz you got there for free
But somehow you missed the plane

You did too much E
Met somebody
And spent the night getting cane

Without girls like you
There'd be no fun
We'd go to the club and not see anyone
Without girls like you
There's no nightlife
All those men just go home to their wives

Don't be mad at me
Cuz your brushing thirty
And your old tricks no longer work

You should have known from the job
That you always get dumped
So dust off your fuck me pumps

I Heard Love Is Blind

Amy Winehouse

I couldn't resist him
His eyes were like yours
His hair was exactly the shade of brown
He's just not as tall, but I couldn't tell
It was dark and I was lying down

You are everything, he means nothing to me
I can't even remember his name
Why're you so upset?
Baby, you weren't there and I was thinking of you when
I came

What do you expect?
You left me here alone
I drank so much and needed to touch
Don't overreact, I pretended he was you
You wouldn't want me to be lonely

How can I put it so you understand?
I didn't let him hold my hand
But he looked like you, I guess he looked like you
No he wasn't you
But you can still trust me, this ain't infidelity
It's not cheating, you were on my mind

Yes he looked like you
But I heard love is blind

Moody's Mood For Love

Amy Winehouse

There I go, there I go, there I go, there I go
Pretty baby you are the soul, snaps my control
Such a funny thing but everytime your near me I never can behave
You give me a smile and I'm wrapped up in your magic
There's music all around me
Crazy music, music that keeps calling me so
Baby close to you, turns me into your slave
Come on and do with me any little thing that you want to
Anything, baby just let me get next to you

So am I insane or do I really see heaven in your eyes?
Bright as stars that shine up above you
In the clear blue sky, how I worry 'bout you
Just can't live my life without you
Baby come here, don't have no fear
Oh, is there a wonder why
I'm really feeling in the mood for love

So tell me why, stop to think about this weather, my dear
This little dream might fade away
There I go talking out of my head again baby
Won't you come and put our two hearts together
That would make me strong and brave
Oh, when we are one, I'm not afraid, I'm not afraid
Now if there's a cloud up above us
Go on and let in rain
I'm sure our love together would endure a hurricane
Oh my baby won't you please let me love you
And get a release from this awful misery

What is all this talk about loving me, my sweet
I am not afraid, not anymore, not like before
Don't you understand me, now baby please
Pull yourself together, do it soon
My soul's on fire, come on and take
I'll be what you make me, my darling

Oh baby, you make me feel so good
Let me take you by the hand
Come let me visit out there
In that new promised land

Maybe there we can find
A good place to keep a lovin' state of mind
I'm so tired of being without it
And never knew what love was all about
James Moody would you come on hit me
You can blow now if you want to, I'm through

(There Is) No Greater Love

Amy Winehouse

There is no greater love
Than what I feel for you
No sweeter song, no heart so true

There is no greater thrill
Than what you bring to me
No sweeter song
Than what you sing, sing to me

You're the sweetest thing
That I've ever known
And to think that you are mine alone

There is no greater love
In all the world, it's true
No greater love
Than what I feel for you

In My Bed

Amy Winehouse

Wish I could say it breaks my heart
Like you did in the beginning
It's not that we grew apart
A nightingale no longer singing

It's something I know you can't do
Separate sex with emotion
I sleep alone, the sun comes up
You're still clinging to that notion

Everything is slowing down
River of no return
Recognize my every sound
There is nothing new to learn

You'll never get my mind right
Like two ships passing in the night
In the night, in the night
Want the same thing when we lay
Otherwise mine's a different way
A different way from where I'm going
Oh, it's you again listen this isn't a reunion
So sorry if I turn my head
Yours is a familiar face
But that don't make your place safe
In my bed, my bed, my bed

I never thought my memory
Of what we had could be intruded
But I couldn't let it be
I needed it as much as you did

Now it's not hard to understand
Why we just speak at night
The only time I hold your hand
Is to get the angle right

Everything is slowing down
River of no return
You recognize my every sound
There's nothing new to learn

You'll never get my mind right
Like two ships passing in the night
In the night, in the night
Want the same thing when we lay
Otherwise mine's a different way
A different way from where I'm going
Oh, it's you again, listen this isn't a reunion
So sorry if I turn my head
Yours is a familiar face
But that don't make your place safe
In my bed, my bed, my ba ba dee dee bed

Take The Box

Amy Winehouse

Your neighbours were screaming
I don't have a key for downstairs
So I punched all the buzzers hoping he would
be there
And now my head's hurting
You say I always get my own way
But you were in the shower when I got there
And I don' wanted to stay, but I got nothing to say

You were so beautiful before today
And then I heard what you say...man that was ugly

The Moschino bra you bought me last Christmas
(Put it in the box, put it in the box)
Frank's in there and I don't care
(Put it in the box, put it in the box)
Just take it
Take the box
Take the box

I came home this evening and nothing felt like how it
should be
I feel like writing you a letter but that is not me...you know me
Feel so fucking angry, don't wanna be reminded of you
But when I left my shit in your kitchen
I said goodbye to your bedroom and smiled at you

Mr False Pretence,
you don't make sense
I just don't know you
But you make me cry,
where's my kiss goodbye?
I think I love you

The Moschino bra you bought me last Christmas
(Put it in the box, put it in the box)
Frank's in there and I don't care
(Put it in the box, put it in the box)
Now take it
Take the box
Just take it, take it
Take the box
And now just take the box
Take the box

October Song

Amy Winehouse

Today my bird flew away
Gone to find her big blue jay
Starlight before she took flight
I sung a lullaby of birdland every night
I sang a lullaby every night
Sung for my Ava every night

Ava was the morning, now she's gone
She's reborn like Sarah Vaughan
In the sanctuary she has found
Birds surround her sweet sound
And Ava flies in paradise
And Ava flies in paradise

With dread I woke in my bed
Two shooting pains up in my head
Lovebird, my beautiful bird
Spoke until one day she couldn't be heard
She spoke until one day she couldn't be heard
And she just stopped singing

Ava was the morning, now she's gone
She's reborn like Sarah Vaughan
In her sanctuary she has found
Birds surround her sweet sound
And Ava flies in paradise
And Ava flies in paradise

What Is It About Men?

Amy Winehouse

Understand once he was a family man
So surely I would never, ever go through it first hand
Emulate all the shit my mother hated
I can't help but demonstrate my Freudian
fate
My alibi for taking your guy
History repeats itself, it fails to die
And animal agression is my downfall
I don't care 'bout what you got, I want it all

It's bricked up in my head, it's shoved under my
bed
And I question myself again: what is it 'bout men?
My destructive side has grown a mile wide
And I question myself again: what is it 'bout men?
What is it 'bout men?

I'm nurturing, I just wanna do my thing
And I'll take the wrong man as naturally as I sing
And I'll save my tears for uncovering my fears
For behavioural patterns that stick over the years

It's bricked up in my head, it's shoved under my
bed
And I question myself again: what is it 'bout men?
Now my destructive side has grown a mile wide
And I question myself again: what is it 'bout men?

Ooh it's bricked up in my head, it's shoved under my
bed
And I question myself again: what is it 'bout men?
My destructive side has grown a mile wide
And I question myself again: what is it 'bout men?
What is it 'bout men?

Help Yourself

Amy Winehouse

When I walk in your shoes
I understand a man confused
There must have been but I don't care
I feel the way your soul does there
Darling they empathise
Looking through your bloodshot eyes
And I know you you're so frustrated
Above we all become what we once hated
Be slight nobody can be that wise

I can't help ya if you won't help yourself
I can't help ya if you don't help yourself
You can only get so much from someone yeah
You can get so much from me
I can't help ya if you won't help yourself

You've got a degree a in philosophy
So you think you're cleverer than me
But I'm not some dumb drama queen
Cos it's where you're at not where you've been
So what do you expect from me
To hold your head above the sea
And there are you even though you're bigger
Cos don't you know you push my tiny figure
And anyway we're still so young
And this isn't yet the day

I can't help ya if you won't help yourself
I can't help ya if you don't help yourself
You can only get so much from someone yeah
I can't help ya if you won't help yourself

You might be twenty-five but in my mind
I see you at sixteen years or most of the time
And I'm just a child and you're full grown
And no I'm nothing like I've ever known yeah
I'm nothing like I've ever known

Amy, Amy, Amy

Amy Winehouse

Attract me
'til it hurts to concentrate
Distract me
Stop me doing work I hate

And just to show him how it feels
I walk past his desk in heels
One leg resting on a chair
From the side he pulls my hair

(Amy Amy Amy)
Although I've been here before
(Amy Amy Amy)
He's just too hard to ignore
Masculine you spin a spell
I think you'd wear me well
(Amy Amy Amy)
Where's my moral parallel?

It takes me
Half an hour to write a verse
He makes me
Imagine it from bad to worse

My weakness for the other sex
Every time his shoulders flex
Way the shirt hangs off his back
My train of thought spins right off track

(Amy Amy Amy)
Although I've been here before
(Amy Amy Amy)
He's just too hard to ignore
Masculine he spins a spell
I think he'd wear me well
(Amy Amy Amy)
So where's my moral parallel?

His own style
Right down to his Diesel jeans
Immobile
I can't think by any means

Underwear peeks out the top
I'll let you know when you should stop
From the picture my mum drew
I know I'd look good on you

(Amy Amy Amy)
Although I've been here before
(Amy Amy Amy)
You're just too hard to ignore
Masculine you spin a spell
I think you'd wear me well
(Amy Amy Amy)
So where's my moral parallel?

Creative energy abused
All my lyrics go unused

but when I clock black hair, blue eyes
A teardrop I fantasize

(Amy Amy Amy)
(Amy Amy Amy)
Although I've been here before
(Amy Amy Amy)
He's just too hard to ignore
Masculine he spins a spell
I think he'd wear me well
(Amy Amy Amy)
So where's my moral parallel?

(Amy Amy Amy)
(Amy Amy Amy)
Although I've been here before
(Amy Amy Amy)
He's just too hard to ignore
Masculine he spins a spell
I think he'd wear me well
(Amy Amy Amy)
So where's my moral parallel?

Someone To Watch Over Me

Amy Winehouse

There's a saying old, says that love is blind
Still we're often told, "seek and ye shall find"
So I'm going to seek a certain lad I've had in mind

Looking everywhere, haven't found him yet
He's the big affair I cannot forget
Only man I ever think of with regret

I'd like to add his initial to my monogram
Tell me, where is the shepherd for this lost lamb?

There's a somebody I'm longin' to see
I hope that he, turns out to be
Someone who'll watch over me

I'm a little lamb who's lost in the wood
I know I could, always be good
To one who'll watch over me

Although he may not be the man some
Girls think of as handsome
To my heart he carries the key

Won't you tell him please to put on some speed
Follow my lead, oh, how I need
Someone to watch over me

(bridge)

Won't you tell him please to put on some speed
Follow my lead, oh, how I need
Someone to watch over me

Someone to watch over me

What It Is?

Amy Winehouse

I can see you ahead of me
But I'm not always forward thinkin'
I tell you what you want to hear
It depends on what I've been drinkin'

Cause everything I do or say
Makes it hard for you to stay
We both know What it is

Nowadays we talk too much
Like your forgetting all the good shit
You decide what's wrong with me
I always used to let you say

But now I like to think out loud
Your runnin' with some different crowd
We both know what it is

I don't know you anymore
Supposed 2 be the man
That I live my life by
And your attitude become a bore
And I'm so tired I cant even cry

Mr Ultra sensitive
Ill never let myself forget you
Messed each other up you know
So Im sorry if I upset you

tomorrow is another day
So Ill call you cause thats OK
We both know what it is

I dont know you anymore
Supposed to be the man
That I live my life by
And you're attitude become a bore
And I'm so tired
I can't even cry

Relationship doesn't remain
We resonate on different flames
I could cut you down again
If you were like all other men
If you were like all other men
I know that I could shut you down again
But my friend, but my friend

I don't know you anymore
Supposed to be the man
That I live my life by
And your attitude become a bore
And I'm so tired I cant even cry

I don't know you anymore
Supposed to be the man
That I live my life by
And your attitude become a bore
And I'm so tired I cant even cry

Teach Me Tonight

Amy Winehouse

Did you say I've got a lot to learn?
Well babe, don't think I'm trying not to learn
Since this is the perfect spot to learn
Go on, teach me tonight

Starting with the ABC of it
Right down to the XYZ of it
Help me solve the mystery of it
Go on, teach me tonight

The sky's a blackboard high above you
If a shooting star goes by
I'll use that star to write "I love you"
A thousand times across the sky

One thing isn't very clear, my love
Should the teacher stand so near, my love?
Graduation's almost here, my love
Teach me tonight

I'll use that star to write "I love you"
A thousand times across the sky

One thing isn't very clear, my love
Should the teacher stand so near, my love?
Graduation's almost here, my love
Oh oh teach me...
Oh oh
Teach me tonight

Round Midnight

Amy Winehouse

It begins to tell
'Round midnight, 'round midnight
I do pretty well till after sundown
And suppertime I'm feelin' sad
But it really gets bad
'Round midnight

Memories always start
'Round midnight, 'round midnight
I haven't got the heart to stand those memories
So when, when my heart is still with you
Yes ol' midnight knows it, too

'Fore 'round midnight
When it comes 'round
So let our hearts take wings
'Round midnight, 'round midnight
Let the angels sing for your returning
Till our love is safe and sound
And ol' midnight comes around
Cause I'm feelin' sad
And it really gets bad
'Round midnight, 'round midnight

diva!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!