London, London (ver. 2)

Caetano Veloso

Transposer:

I’m wondering round and round nowhere to go I’m lonely in London London is lovely so I cross the streets without fear everybody keeps the way clear I know I know there’s no one here to say hello I know they keep the way clear I am lonely in London without fear I’m wondering round and round here nowhere to go While my eyes go looking for flying saucers in the sky Yes my eyes go looking for flying saucers in the sky Oh Sunday Monday Autumn pass by me And people hurry on so peacefully A group approaches the policeman he seems so pleased to please them It’s good to live at least and I agree He seemed so pleased at least and it’s so good to live in peace And Sunday Monday years and I agree While my eyes go looking for flying saucers in the sky Yes my eyes go looking for flying saucers in the sky I choose no face to look at choose no way I just happen to be here and it’s ok Green grass blue eyes gray sky God bless silent pain and happiness I came around to say yes and I say Green grass blue eyes gray sky God bless silent pain and happiness I came around to say yes and I say While my eyes go looking for flying saucers in the sky Yes my eyes go looking for flying saucers in the sky

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Muito Romântico

E, B/Eb, Dbm, F#, B7, B4, B, D/E, E/B, A/Db, Am/C, G#m, F#m, A, B7/4, Am/Co

Festa Imodesta

C/E, Dm7, Em7, C7, Fm6, A7, Fm7

Só vou gostar de quem gosta de mim

A6, Bm, Bm7/9, E7/9, D6/9, D, A/Db, Bm6, Dbm7, F#m, E7, A, F#m7, G#, Dbm6, F#7/13, F#7/b13, B7/9, Bm/F#, Bm/F

Solito

D, A/Db, Bm, Bm/A, Em, Em/D, A7/Db, A7, F#m7, D/E, A, G, C, D/F#

Chuvas de Verão

Dbm7, Dbm/B, F#/Bb, Am6, G#7, A7, Dbm, G#m, E#7, Eb7, Db7, F#m, B7/9, E, B7

Você não Entende Nada

E6/9, A, Dbm7, B7/13, D, Bm7, E7/9, G#m7, Db7, F#m7, B7, Dbm

Sou Você (ver. 2)

Bm7/4, B7, E7, G#7, Dbm7, Dbm7/B, F#/Bb, B/A

Sem Samba Não Dá

Am7, G#m7, F#m7

Lost In The Paradise

E, A, Dbm, F#, Dbm7, F#7, B7, E7, A7

Jeito De Corpo

Am7, Gm7, C7/9, C7, C/G, C, Fm7, Cm7, Bbm7

La chanson évoque une déambulation dans les rues de Londres, une ville à la fois belle et solitaire. Le narrateur se sent perdu et recherché, errant sans véritable destination, tout en observant le rythme paisible des passants. Il décrit des moments de simplicité, comme une conversation entre les gens et un policier, qui témoigne d'une certaine harmonie dans la vie quotidienne, même s'il ressent une mélancolie sous-jacente. Le refrain ramène cette quête d'évasion vers l'inconnu, avec des yeux qui scrutent le ciel à la recherche d'objets mystérieux, comme des soucoupes volantes. Les images de ciel gris et d'herbe verte s’entremêlent avec des réflexions sur la douleur silencieuse et le bonheur, traduisant une acceptation de la vie dans toute sa complexité. C’est une belle illustration de la solitude qui coexiste avec la tranquillité quotidienne.

Le Chansonnier