Lembranças das "Antrolas" - a música e o fascínio pelo espaço:

Sérgio Murilo, falecido em 1992, foi cantor da pré-jovem guarda, e fazendo parte da constelação dos 60, teve seus hits como Quem é, Broto Legal e a canção abaixo, Marcianita. Como seria a Lua? Marte? Dois objetivos distantes, um alcançado no final da década de sessenta e outro ainda não atingido. Isso suscitava imaginação de sobra. Observe a montagem da música com o filme Cat women of the Moon. 
Sérgio Murilo.



E, a propósito, o filme referência:





Voltemos.

Esperada, marcianita,
Asseguram os homens de ciência 
Que em dez anos mais, tu e eu 

Estaremos bem juntinhos,
E nos cantos escuros do céu falaremos de amor .

Tenho tanto te esperado,
Mas serei o primeiro varão
A chegar até onde estás 

Pois na terra sou logrado,
Em matéria de amor
Eu sou sempre passado pra trás.

Eu quero um broto de Marte que seja sincero 

Que não se pinte, nem fume
Nem saiba sequer o que é rock and roll.

Marcianita, branca ou negra,
Gorduchinha, magrinha, baixinha ou gigante,
Serás, meu amor 

A distância nos separa,

Mas no ano 70 felizes seremos os dois.

- A desilusão amorosa já vem de longe e, não há nada, nada a ver com pautas "inclusivas". Pare de cometer (se for seu caso) anacronismos esquerdistas.

- Já que as mulheres da Terra me fazem sofrer, tentarei com uma marciana e, mesmo que a aparência seja como o das terráqueas ("branca ou negra, gorduchinha, magrinha, baixinha ou gigante,
serás, meu amor"), que se porte como alienígena.

David Bowie canta Starman (homem das estrelas), lançado em 1972. Ele faleceu em 2016. Starman, um ente que ao comunicar-se com os humanos, mas temeroso em vir à Terra por medo de ser maltratado, traz uma mensagem voltada ao cuidado com as crianças.



Didn't know what time it was and the lights were low
I leaned back on my radio
Some cat was layin' down some get it on rock 'n' roll, he said
Then the loud sound did seem to fade
Came back like a slow voice on a wave of phase haze
That weren't no D.J. that was hazy cosmic jive

There's a starman waiting in the sky
He'd like to come and meet us
But he thinks he'd blow our minds
There's a starman waiting in the sky
He's told us not to blow it
Cause he knows it's all worthwhile
He told me:
Let the children lose it
Let the children use it
Let all the children boogie
I had to phone someone so I picked on you
Hey, that's far out so you heard him too
Switch on the TV we may pick him up on channel two
Look out your window I can see his light
If we can sparkle he may land tonight
Don't tell your poppa or he'll get us locked up in fright
There's a starman waiting in the sky
He'd like to come and meet us
But he thinks he'd blow our minds
There's a starman waiting in the sky
He's told us not to blow it
Cause he knows it's all worthwhile
He told me:
Let the children lose it
Let the children use it
Let all the children boogie
There's a starman waiting in the sky
He'd like to come and meet us
But he thinks he'd blow our minds
There's a starman waiting in the sky
He's told us not to blow it
Cause he knows it's all worthwhile
He told me:
Let the children lose it
Let the children use it
Let all the children boogie


A banda brasileira Nenhum de Nós fez uma versão, em 1989:


Os Beatles - Across the Universe (através do universo). A banda gravou / lançou entre 1968-1970. É uma mistura de frases (mantra) da meditação transcendental com uma "viajada" pelo espaço sideral e além dele. Segundo informações, foi resultado de viagem à Índia.


Words are flowing out like endless rain into a paper cup
They slither while they pass they slip away across the universe

Pools of sorrow, waves of joy are drifting through my opened mind
Possessing and caressing me

Jai guru deva, Om
Nothing's gonna change my world
Nothing's gonna change my world
Nothing's gonna change my world
Nothing's gonna change my world

Images of broken light which dance before me like a million eyes
They call me on and on across the universe

Thoughts meander like a restless wind inside a letter box
They tumble blindly
As they make their way across the universe

Jai guru deva, Om
Nothing's gonna change my world
Nothing's gonna change my world
Nothing's gonna change my world
Nothing's gonna change my world

Sounds of laughter, shades of love are ringing through my opened ears
Inciting and inviting me

Limitless undying love, which shines around me like a million suns
And calls me on and on across the universe

Jai guru deva, Om
Nothing's gonna change my world
Nothing's gonna change my world
Nothing's gonna change my world
Nothing's gonna change my world

Jai guru deva
Jai guru deva
Jai guru deva
Jai guru deva
Jai guru deva
Jai guru deva


R.E.M. - Man on the Moon (O homem na Lua), de 1992. Sobre a chegada do homem ao satélite. Física clássica e religião citadas na letra.


Mott the Hoople and the game of Life.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Andy Kaufman in the wrestling match.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Monopoly, Twenty one, checkers, and chess.
Yeah, yeah, yeah,yeah.
Mister Fred Blassie in a breakfast mess.
Yeah, yeah, yeah,yeah.
Let's play Twister, let's play Risk.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
See you in heaven if you make the list.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Hey Andy, did you hear about this one?
Tell me, are you locked in the punch?
Hey Andy, are you goofing on Elvis?
Hey, baby! Are we losing touch?

If you believed they put a man on the moon
Man on the moon
If you believe there's nothing up my sleeve
Then nothing is cool

Moses went walking with the staff of wood.
Yeah, yeah, yeah,yeah.
Newton got beaned by the apple good.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Egypt was troubled by the horrible asp.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Mister Charles Darwin had the gall to ask.
Yeah, yeah, yeah,yeah.

Hey Andy, did you hear about this one?
Tell me, are you locked in the punch?
Hey Andy, are you goofing on Elvis?
Hey, baby! Are you having fun?

If you believed they put a man on the moon
Man on the moon
If you believe there's nothing up my sleeve
Then nothing is cool

Here's a little agit for the never-believer.
Yeah, yeah, yeah,yeah.
Here's a little ghost for the offering.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Here's a truck stop instead of Saint Peter's.
Yeah, yeah, yeah,yeah.
Mister Andy Kaufman's gone wrestling.
Yeah,yeah, yeah, yeah.

Hey Andy, did you hear about this one?
Tell me, are you locked in the punch?
Hey Andy, are you goofing on Elvis?
Hey baby! Are we losing touch?

If you believed they put a man on the moon
Man on the moon
If you believe there's nothing up my sleeve
Then nothing is cool

If you believed they put a man on the moon
Man on the moon
If you believe there's nothing up my sleeve
Then nothing is cool



The Carpenters - Calling Occupants of interplanetary craft (Chamando os tripulantes da nave intreplanetária), de 1977. Karen Carpenter comunicando-se com aliens. 

In your mind you have capacities you know
To telepath messages through the vast unknown
Please close your eyes and concentrate
With every thought you think
Upon the recitation we're about to sing

Calling occupants of interplanetary craft
Calling occupants of interplanetary most extraordinary craft

Calling occupants of interplanetary craft
Calling occupants of interplanetary craft
Calling occupants of interplanetary most extraordinary craft

You've been observing our earth
And we'd like to make a contact with you
We are your friends

Calling occupants of interplanetary craft
Calling occupants of interplanetary ultra-emissaries

We've been observing your earth
And one night we'll make a contact with you
We are your friends

Calling occupants of interplanetary quite extraordinary craft

And please come in peace, we beseech you
Our earth may never survive
So do come, we beg you
Please interstellar policeman
Oh, won't you give us a sign
Give us a sign that we've reached you

With your mind you have ability to form
And transmit thought energy far beyond the norm
You close your eyes, you concentrate
Together that's the way
To send the message
We declare World Contact Day

Calling occupants of interplanetary craft
Calling occupants of interplanetary craft
Calling occupants of interplanetary most extraordinary craft

Calling occupants
Calling occupants
Calling occupants of interplanetary, anti-adversary craft

We are your friends


imagens - IMDb, youtube, Four Color Comics, Diário do Nordeste, Senhorita Deise, zoomerradio.

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