Saturday, July 26, 2008
aguas de marco
Bossa nova music denotes heat and sensuality to my mind...and today I sat in front of YouTube watching Elis Regina singing "Aguas de Marco". Tears streamed down my face at its loveliness. She is so pretty and happy as she sings, pixy haired and gummy grinned, filmed some time before her early,accidental death from alcohol and prescription drugs.
Antonio Carlos Jobime wrote the original in his native tongue and it refers to the heavy March rains which signal the end of summer. He also wrote the English translation and flipped the globe, having lyrics which reflect the coming of spring and the promise of life. Both versions are rather bittersweet in tone. Suzanne McCorkle sings a great version, in English and Portuguese, but her voice in more sex kitten-y than Regina's smooth lilt. Already in my research of this song I found other blog entries on it and a nice Wiki entry. Greg came in from working outside and paused to watch Regina singing, and we both were transported.
A pass in the mountains,
A horse and a mule,
In the distance the shelves
rode three shadows of blue
And the riverbank talks
of the waters of March,
It's the promise of life
in your heart, in your heart
A stick, a stone,
The end of the road,
The rest of a stump,
A lonesome road
Antonio Carlos Jobime wrote the original in his native tongue and it refers to the heavy March rains which signal the end of summer. He also wrote the English translation and flipped the globe, having lyrics which reflect the coming of spring and the promise of life. Both versions are rather bittersweet in tone. Suzanne McCorkle sings a great version, in English and Portuguese, but her voice in more sex kitten-y than Regina's smooth lilt. Already in my research of this song I found other blog entries on it and a nice Wiki entry. Greg came in from working outside and paused to watch Regina singing, and we both were transported.
A pass in the mountains,
A horse and a mule,
In the distance the shelves
rode three shadows of blue
And the riverbank talks
of the waters of March,
It's the promise of life
in your heart, in your heart
A stick, a stone,
The end of the road,
The rest of a stump,
A lonesome road
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