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Monday, August 28, 2006

Judy Blue Eyes - Marin Brown Eyed Girl


Em 1969, no Woodstock, O Crosby, Stills & Nash (and Young) tocaram a Suite Judy Blue Eyes numa memorável performance. Na mesma ocasião esteve presente Van Morrison, que apesar de já ter composto "Brown Eyed Girl" não a cantou nesse festival.
São duas composições antológicas cujo assunto é basicamente o mesmo, uma ex namorada.
Nos anos 90 houve um seriado chamado "Once and Again" sobre algo muito parecido, só que de gente na faixa dos 40 anos, ou seja, ex maridos/mulheres.
Mas nesse seriado havia também uma personagem na casa dos 30 anos, porém já perto dos 40, solteira e bem complicada. Chamava-se Judy e era interpretada por Marin Hinkle. Na última temporada da série ela arrumou um relacionamento com um homem casado, é claro... e num determinado momento ele põe para tocar a Suite Judy Blue Eyes e num outro episódio, se me lembro bem, ele canta um trecho para ela. Isso sugere o comentário dela de que ela tem olhos castanhos e não azuis. Um detalhe? Pode ser... mas a música Brown Eyed Girl seria melhor. Mas ela se chama Judy. Um detalhe! Judy Brown Eyed!!

Brown eyed girl
Hey where did we go

Days when the rains came

Down in a hollow

Playin' a new game

Laughin' and a runnin'

Skippin' and a jumpin'

In the misty mornin' fog
Ah with our hearts a thumpin'
Was you my brown eyed girl

You my brown eyed girl

Now what ever happened

Tuesday is oh so slow

Goin' down the old mine with a
Transistor radio Standin' in a sunlit lane
Hidin' 'hind a rainbow's wall

Slippin' and a slidin' yeah

All along the waterfall
It was you my brown eyed girl
You my brown eyed girl

Do you remember when

We used to sing

Sha la la la la la la la la la la ti da

Sha la la la la la la la la la la ti da

So hard to find my way

Now that I'm on my own

Thought about it just the other day

My, where'd the times all gone

Can't remember back then Lord

Sometimes I'm overcome thinkin' 'bout

Makin' love in the green grass

Uh behind the stadium

With you my brown eyed girl

You my brown eyed girl

Do you remember when

We used to sing

Sha la la la la la la la la la la ti da



Judy Blue Eyes It's getting to the point
Where I'm no fun anymore
I am sorry
Sometimes it hurts so badly
I must cry out loud I am lonely
I am yours, you are mine
You are what you are

And you make it hard
Remember what we've said and done and felt about each other
Oh babe, have mercy

Don't let the past remind us of what we are not now
I am not dreaming.
I am yours, you are mine

You are what you are

And you make it hard-
Tearing yourself away from me now
You are free and I am crying

This does not mean I don't love you
I do, that's forever, yes and for always
I am yours, you are mine

You are what you are

And you make it hard

Something inside is telling me that
I've got your secret.
Are you still listening?

Fear is the lock, and laughter the key to your heart

And I love you.

I am yours, you are mine, you are what you are

And you make it hard

And you make it hard

Friday evening,
Sunday in the afternoon

What have you got to lose?

Tuesday mornin', please be gone I'm tired of you.

What have you got to lose?

Can I tell it like it is?
Help me I'm sufferin'

Listen to me baby-Help me I'm dyin'
It's my heart that's a sufferin', it's a dyin'
That's what I have to lose
I've got an answer I'm going to fly away
What have I got to lose?

Will you come see me
Thursdays and Saturdays?
What have you got to lose?

Chestnut brown canary
Ruby throated sparrow
Sing a song don't be long

Thrill me to the marrow

Voices of the angels ring around the moonlight

Asking me, said she so free

How can you catch the sparrow?

Lacy, lilting, lady, losing love, lamenting

Change my life, make it right

Be my lady.

Doo doo doo doo doo, doo doo doo doo doo doo


(At the end of the Suite, Stephen Stills sings the following Spanish lines:)

Que linda me la traiga Cuba,
la reina de la Mar Caribe.
Cielo sol no tiene sangreahi,
y que triste que no puedo vaya,
Oh va, oh va, va.


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