1513 – Bob Dylan – Idiot Wind (1975)

 

Escrita por Bob Dylan, foi gravada em 27 de dezembro de 1974 e lançada em janeiro de 1975, no disco Bloo on the tracks. Foi escrita na época da sua separação com a esposa, Sara Dylan. Bob então se mudou pra uma fazenda em Minnesota, com seu irmão David. Lá em Minnesota foi onde ele gravou todo o álbum Blood on the tracks. Dylan disse que essa canção era como se ele tivesse pintado um quadro. É uma puta canção sobre divórcio.

A letra:

Someone's got it in for me
They're planting stories in the press
Whoever it is I wish they'd cut it out quick
But when they will I can only guess

They say I shot a man named Gray
And took his wife to Italy
She inherited a million bucks
And when she died it came to me
I can't help it if I'm lucky

People see me all the time
And they just can't remember how to act
Their minds are filled with big ideas
Images and distorted facts

Even you, yesterday
You had to ask me where it was at
I couldn't believe after all these years
You didn't know any better than that
Sweet lady

Idiot wind
Blowing every time you move your mouth
Blowing down the back roads headin' south

Idiot wind
Blowing every time you move your teeth
You're an idiot, babe
It's a wonder that you still know how to breathe

I ran into the fortune-teller
Who said, "beware of lightning that might strike"
I haven't known peace and quiet
For so long I can't remember what it's like

There's a lone soldier on the cross
Smoke pourin' out of a boxcar door
You didn't know it, you didn't think it could be done
In the final end he won the wars
After losin' every battle

I woke up on the roadside
Daydreamin' 'bout the way things sometimes are
Visions of your chestnut mare
Shoot through my head and are makin' me see stars

You hurt the ones that I love best
And cover up the truth with lies
One day you'll be in the ditch
Flies buzzin' around your eyes
Blood on your saddle

Idiot wind
Blowing through the flowers on your tomb
Blowing through the curtains in your room

Idiot wind
Blowing every time you move your teeth
You're an idiot, babe
It's a wonder that you still know how to breathe

It was gravity which pulled us down
And destiny which broke us apart
You tamed the lion in my cage
But it just wasn't enough to change my heart

Now everything's a little upside down
As a matter of fact the wheels have stopped
What's good is bad, what's bad is good
You'll find out when you reach the top
You're on the bottom

I noticed at the ceremony
Your corrupt ways had finally made you blind
I can't remember your face anymore
Your mouth has changed
Your eyes don't look into mine

The priest wore black on the seventh day
And sat stone-faced while the building burned
I waited for you on the running boards
Near the cypress trees, while the springtime turned
Slowly into autumn

Idiot wind
Blowing like a circle around my skull
From the Grand Coulee Dam to the Capitol

Idiot wind
Blowing every time you move your teeth
You're an idiot, babe
It's a wonder that you still know how to breathe

I can't feel you anymore
I can't even touch the books you've read
Every time I crawl past your door
I been wishin' I was somebody else instead

Down the highway, down the tracks
Down the road to ecstasy
I followed you beneath the stars
Hounded by your memory
And all your ragin' glory

I been double-crossed now
For the very last time and now I'm finally free
I kissed goodbye the howling beast
On the borderline which separated you from me

You'll never know the hurt I suffered
Nor the pain I rise above
And I'll never know the same about you
Your holiness or your kind of love
And it makes me feel so sorry

Idiot wind
Blowing through the buttons of our coats
Blowing through the letters that we wrote

Idiot wind
Blowing through the dust upon our shelves
We're idiots, babe
It's a wonder we can even feed ourselves

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1512 – Neil Young – Albuquerque (1975)

 

Escrita por Neil Young, foi gravada em agosto e setembro de 1973, no Studio Instrumental Rentals, em Hollywood, California e lançada em 20 de junho de 1975 no disco Tonight's the night. É a segunda música no do Lado B e foi gravada acompanhada da banda chamada The Santa Monica Flyers. Neil Young cantou e tocou guitarra. Ben Keith tocou pedal steel guitar. Nils Lofgren tocou piano.

A letra:

Well, they say that Santa Fe
Is less than ninety miles away
And I got time to roll a number and rent a car
Oh, Albuquerque

I've been flyin' down the road
And I've been starvin' to be alone
And independent from the scene that I've known
Albuquerque

So I'll stop when I can
Find some fried eggs and country ham
I'll find somewhere
Where they don't care who I am
Oh, Albuquerque
Albuquerque

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1511 – Led Zeppelin – Night flight (1975)

 

Escrita por Jimmy Page, Robert Plant e John Paul Jones, foi gravada em janeiro de 1971 na Headley Grange pro quarto disco do grupo, mas não foi usada. Produzida por Jimmy Page e lançada em 24 de fevereiro de 1975 no disco Physical graffitti. Além do baixo, John Paul Jones toca orgao Hammond e Jimmy Page toca guitar através de um Leslie Speaker. Plant escreveu a letra após ler uma notícia chamada Nuclear Damage Test Threat e ponderou porque havia tão pouco amor e paz no mundo. Além dos já citados, Robert Plant cantou e tocou gaita. Jimmy Page tocou violão, guitarra e slide guitar. John Paul Jones tocou orgao, baixo, e violão. John Bonham tocou bateria e percussão.

A letra:

I received a message from my brother across the water
He sat laughin' as he wrote the end's in sight
So I said goodbye to all my friends
And packed my hopes inside a matchbox
'Cause I know it's time to fly

Oh yeah, come on, meet me in the morning
Meet me in the middle of the night
Ah yeah, the morning light is comin'
Don't it make you want to go and feel alright

I just jumped a train that never stops
So now somehow I'll know I never finished payin' for my ride
Just and someone pushed a gun into my hand
Tell me I'm the type of man to fight the fight that I'll require

Oh yeah, come on, meet me in the morning
Want you meet me in the middle of the night
The morning light is comin'
Don't it make you want to go and feel alright

Oh, mama, well I think it's time I'm leavin'
Nothin' here to make me stay
Whoa, mama, well it must be time I'm goin'
They're knockin' down them doors
They're tryin' to take me away

Please Mr. Brakeman, won't you ring your bell
And ring loud and clear
Please Mr. Fireman, won't you ring your bell
Tell the people they got to fly away from here

I once saw a picture of a lady with a baby
Southern lady, had a very, very special smile
We are in the middle of a change in destination
When the train stops, all together we will smile

Oh, come on, come on now meet me in the morning
Won't you meet me in the middle of the night, night, night
Oh oh, yeah, everybody know the mornin' time is comin'
Don't it make you want to feel alright

Ah, ah, yeah, make me feel alright
Fly now, baby
Get to fly, yeah
Fly now, baby
Oh, hey, hey

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1510 – Bruce Springsteen – Born to run (1975)

 

Escrita por Bruce Springsteen, foi gravada em 6 de agosto de 1974, no 914 Sound Studios, em Blauvelt, estado de New York. Foi lançada em 25 de agosto de 1975 no disco Born to run. Foi lançada no mesmo dia em compacto, com Meeting across the river como Lado B. Ela usa o mesmo Wall of sound de Be my baby. Foi o primeiro compacto de Bruce a ser lançado no mundo inteiro. Foi o primeiro TOP40 da carreira de Bruce, chegando ao número 23 no Billboard HOT100. Chegou ao número 53 no Canadá e número 38 na Australia. É a canção de número 21 da lista das 500 greatest songs of all time da revista Rolling Stone. E é uma das 500 canções that shaped rock and roll, do The Rock and Roll Hall of Fame. No final de 1973, enquando fazia uma turnê no Tennessee, Bruce acordou com a frase Born to run e anotou num papel. Escrita em primeira pessoa, a canção é uma carta de amor pra uma mulher chamada Wendy, por quem o dono do carrão potente parece ter uma paixão. Na época, Billboard descreveu Born to run como um dos melhores hinos do rock à liberdade individual já criado. Disse que era uma canção monstra. Disseram que ainda que Bruce era uma mistura de Roger McGuinn nos tempos dos Byrds com alguém que ainda não tinha sido inventado. Em 1980, o estado de New Jersey nomeou Born to run como o teme não -oficial da juventude do estado. Em 2016, Pitchfork colocou-a como número 16 das 200 melhores canções dos anos 70s. É também a número 6 da lista da WXPN das 885 melhores cancões de todos os tempos. É uma das canção do século da RIAA. O National Public Radio colocou-a como NPR100, ou seja, uma das 100 melhores gravações americanas do século 20. Foi regravada por Melissa Etheridge e Roger Daltrey, entre outros artistas. Bruce Springsteen tocou guitarra e cantou. Garry Tallent tocou baixo. Ernest Carter tocou bateria. David Sancious tocou teclado. Danny Federici tocou orgão e Glockenspiel. Clarence Clemons tocou sax tenor.

A letra:

In the day we sweat it out on the streets
Of a runaway American dream
At night we ride through the mansions of glory
In suicide machines
Sprung from cages on Highway 9
Chrome wheeled, fuel injected, and steppin' out over the line

Oh, baby this town rips the bones from your back
It's a death trap, it's a suicide rap
We gotta get out while we're young
'Cause tramps like us, baby, we were born to run
Yes, girl, we were

Wendy, let me in, I wanna be your friend
I wanna guard your dreams and visions
Just wrap your legs 'round these velvet rims
And strap your hands 'cross my engines
Together we could break this trap
We'll run 'til we drop, baby, we'll never go back
Oh, will you walk with me out on the wire?
'Cause, baby, I'm just a scared and lonely rider
But I gotta know how it feels
I want to know if love is wild
Babe, I want to know if love is real
Oh, can you show me

Beyond the Palace, hemi-powered drones
Scream down the boulevard
Girls comb their hair in rearview mirrors
And the boys try to look so hard
The amusement park rises bold and stark
Kids are huddled on the beach in the mist
I wanna die with you, Wendy, on the street tonight
In an everlasting kiss

The highway's jammed with broken heroes
On a last chance power drive
Everybody's out on the run tonight
But there's no place left to hide
Together, Wendy, we can live with the sadness
I'll love you with all the madness in my soul
Oh, someday, girl, I don't know when
We're gonna get to that place
Where we really wanna go and we'll walk in the sun
But 'til then, tramps like us
Baby, we were born to run

Oh honey, tramps like us
Baby, we were born to run
Come on with me, tramps like us
Baby, we were born to run

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1509 – Fleetwood Mac – Rhiannon (1975)

Escrita por Stevie Nicks, foi gravada em fevereiro de 1975 e lançada em 11 de julho de 1975 no disco Fleetwood Mac. Sairia depois em compacto em fevereiro de 1976, com Sugar daddy como Lado B. Chegou ao número 11 dos charts Billboad HOT100. Chegou ao número 4 dos charts canadenses, número 16 na Holanda e número 13 na Austrália, É o número 488 das 500 greatest songs of all time da revista Rolling Stone. E ranquearam-a a número 2 das 50 melhores canções do Fleetwood Mac. Rhiannon é uma deusa Gaulêsa, verdadeira lenda do País de Gales, uma personagem medieval de contos do Mabinogion. Stevie Nicks cantou, Lindsay Buckingham tocou guitarra e fez backing vocals. Christine McVie tocou teclado e fez backing vocals. John McVie tocou baixo e Mick Fleetwood tocou bateria.

A letra:

Rhiannon rings like a bell through the night
And wouldn't you love to love her?
Takes to the sky like a bird in flight
And who will be her lover?

All your life you've never seen
Woman taken by the wind
Would you stay if she promised you heaven?
Will you ever win?

She is like a cat in the dark
And then she is to darkness
She rules her life like a fine skylark
And when the sky is starless

All your life you've never seen
Woman taken by the wind
Would you stay if she promised you heaven?
Will you ever win? Will you ever win?

(Rhiannon) (Rhiannon) (Rhiannon) (Rhiannon)

She rings like a bell through the night
And wouldn't you love to love her?
She rules her life like a bird in flight
And who will be her lover?

All your life you've never seen
Woman taken by the wind
Would you stay if she promised you heaven?
Will you ever win? Will you ever win?

(Rhiannon) (Rhiannon) (Rhiannon)

Taken by taken by the sky (Ah-ah)
Taken by taken by the sky (Ah-ah)
Taken by taken by the sky (Ah-ah)

Dreams unwind. Love's a state of mind
Dreams unwind, Love's a state of mind

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1508 – Pink Floyd – Welcome to the machine (1975)

 

Escrita por Roger Waters, foi gravada em de janeiro à julho de 1975 e lançada em 13 de setembro de 1975 no disco Wish you were here. É a segunda música do disco. Tem uma carga pesada de sintetizadores e violões, assim como efeitos de tape A música e a letra foram escritas somente por Roger Waters. David Gilmour tocou violão de 6 e de 12 cordas, e cantou. Nick Mason tocou timpani e cymbals. Roger Waters tocou baixo e EMS VCS 3. Richard Wright tocou EMS VCS3, orgão Hammond, Minimoog e ARP String Ensemble. Foi a única vez que usaram um truque pra alcançarem a nota que Gilmour não estava conseguindo. Gravaram um semitone abaixo e depois aumentaram mecanicamente.

A letra:

Welcome my son
Welcome to the machine

Where have you been?
It's alright we know where you've been

You've been in the pipeline
Filling in time
Provided with toys and scouting for boys
You bought a guitar to punish your ma

And you didn't like school
And you know you're nobody's fool
So welcome to the machine

Welcome my son
Welcome to the machine

What did you dream?
It's alright we told you what to dream

You dreamed of a big star
He played a mean guitar
He always ate in the Steak Bar
He loved to drive in his Jaguar
So welcome to the machine

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1507 – Bob Dylan – Shelter from the storm (1975)

 

Escrita por Bob Dylan, foi gravada em 17 de setembro de 1974, no A$R Recordings, em New York City. Foi lançada em janeiro de 1975 no disco Blood on the tracks. Dylan cantou e tocou violão e gaita, com Tony Brown no baixo. A revista Rolling Stone colocou-a no número 66 da lista das 100 greatest Bob Dylan Songs. O jornal The Guardian disse que essa era uma das 80 Bob Dylan songs everyone should know. Foi regravada por Manfred Mann's Earth Band, entre outros artistas.

A letra:

'Twas in another lifetime, one of toil and blood
When blackness was a virtue and the road was full of mud
I came in from the wilderness, a creature void of form
Come in, she said
I'll give ya shelter from the storm

And if I pass this way again, you can rest assured
I'll always do my best for her, on that I give my word
In a world of steel-eyed death, and men who are fighting to be warm
Come in, she said
I'll give ya shelter from the storm

Not a word was spoke between us, there was no risk involved
Nothing up to that point had even been resolved
Try imagining a place where it's always safe and warm
Come in, she said
I'll give ya shelter from the storm

I was burned out from exhaustion, buried in the hail
Poisoned in the bushes an' blown out on the trail
Hunted like a crocodile, ravaged in the corn
Come in, she said
I'll give ya shelter from the storm

Suddenly I turned around and she was standin' there
With silver bracelets on her wrists and flowers in her hair
She walked up to me so gracefully and took my crown of thorns
Come in, she said
I'll give ya shelter from the storm

Now the bonds are broken, but they can be retired
By one more journey to the woods, the holes where spirits hide
It's a never ending battle for a peace that's always torn
"Come in", she said, "I'll give ya shelter from the storm"

Well, the deputy walks on hard nails and the preacher rides a mount
But nothing really matters much, it's doom alone that counts
And the one-eyed undertaker, he blows a futile horn
Come in, she said
I'll give ya shelter from the storm

And I've heard newborn babies crying like a mournin' dove
And old men with broken teeth stranded without love
Do I understand your question, man, is it hopeless and forlorn
Come in, she said
I'll give ya shelter from the storm

Now there's a wall between us, somethin' there's been lost
I took too much for granted, I got my signals crossed
And Just to think that it all began on an uneventful morn
Come in, she said
I'll give ya shelter from the storm

In a little hilltop village, they gambled for my clothes
I bargained for salvation and she gave me a lethal dose
I offered up my innocence I got repaid with scorn
Come in, she said
I'll give ya shelter from the storm

Well, I'm livin' in a foreign country but I'm bound to cross the line
Beauty walks a razor's edge, someday I'll make it mine
If I could only turn back the clock to when God and her were born
Come in, she said
I'll give ya shelter from the storm

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1506 – America – Sister golden hair (1975)

 

Escrita por Gerry Beckley, foi gravada em janeiro de 1975 e lançada em 19 de março de 1975, no disco Hearts. Também sairia em compacto no mesmo dia, com Midnight como Lado B. Foi o segundo compacto da banda a atingir o número 1 no Billboard HOT100. A canção foi inspirada no trabalho de Jackson Browne.Beckley disse que foi o mais próximo do som de Los Angeles que ele pode chegar na carreira. Chegou também ao número 3 no Canadá, número 26 na Nova Zelandia e número 28 na Australia.

A letra:

Well, I tried to make it Sunday, but I got so damn depressed
That I set my sights on Monday and I got myself undressed
And I ain't ready for the altar but I do agree there's times
When a woman sure can be a friend of mine

Well, I keep on thinkin' 'bout you
Sister golden hair surprise
And I just can't live without you
Can't you see it in my eyes?

I've been one poor correspondent, I've been too, too hard to find
But it doesn't mean you ain't been on my mind

Will you meet me in the middle?
Will you meet me in the air?
Will you love me just a little?
Just enough to show you care
Well, I tried to fake it
I don't mind sayin', I just can't make it

Well, I keep on thinkin' 'bout you
Sister golden hair surprise
And I just can't live without you
Can't you see it in my eyes?
Now I've been one poor correspondent
And I've been too, too hard to find
But it doesn't mean you ain't been on my mind

Will you meet me in the middle?
Will you meet me in the air?
Will you love me just a little?
Just enough to show you care
Well, I tried to fake it
I don't mind sayin', I just can't make it

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1505 – Led Zeppelin – Kashmir (1975)

 

Escrita por John Bonham, Robert Plant e Jimmy Page, foi gravada entre janeiro e fevereiro de 1974 e lançada no disco Physical Grafitti, em 24 de fevereiro de 1975. Demoraram três anos pra completar a canção, sendo a letra completada em 1973. Todos os quatro membros do Led Zeppelin concordam que Kashmir é um dos maiores feitos da banda. A química toda da banda está contida nessa canção. É a canção número 141 da lista da revista Rolling Stone das 500 greatest songs of all time. Q Magazine disse que era o número 74 das 100 greatest songs of all time. E muitas outras premiações espalhadas pelos Estados Unidos e Reino Unido.

A letra:

Oh, let the sun beat down upon my face
And stars fill my dream
I'm a traveler of both time and space
To be where I have been
To sit with elders of the gentle race
This world has seldom seen
They talk of days for which they sit and wait
All will be revealed

Talk in song from tongues of lilting grace
Sounds caress my ear
And not a word I heard could I relate
The story was quite clear

Oh, baby, I been blind
Oh, yeah, mama, there ain't no denyin'
Oh, ooh yes, I been blind
Mama, mama, ain't no denyin', no denyin'

All I see turns to brown
As the sun burns the ground
And my eyes fill with sand
As I scan this wasted land

Try to find, try to find the way I feel

Oh, pilot of the storm who leaves no trace
Like sorts inside a dream
Leave the path that led me to that place
Yellow desert stream
My shangri la beneath the summer moon
I will return again
As the dust that floats high in June
We're moving through Kashmir

Oh, father of the four winds fill my sails
Cross the sea of years
With no provision but an open face
Along the straits of fear

Oh, when I want, when I'm on my way, yeah
And my feet wear my fickle way to stay

Ooh, yeah yeah, oh, yeah yeah,
But I'm down oh, yeah yeah, oh, yeah
Yeah, but I'm down, so down

Ooh, my baby, oh, my baby
Let me take you there
Come on, oh let me take you there
Let me take you there

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1504 – Bruce Springsteen – Thunder Road (1975)

 

Escrita por Bruce Springsteen, foi gravada em 16 de julho de 1975 e lançada em 25 de agosto de 1975 no disco Born to run. Foi a música que abriu esse excelente disco. É a canção de número 111 da lista da revista Rolling Stone das 500 greatest songs of all time. Acclaimed Music disse que ela era a 103^rd melhor de todos os tempos. Q Magazine colocou-a como número 226 da lista das 1001 greatest somgs ever. Foi feita no piano que Bruce tinha na sua sala, da casa de Long Branch, New Jersey. Fala de uma jovem chamada Mary, seu namorado e a última chance deles darem certo. Julia Roberts disse essa era a música que a descrevia melhor. Ela é uma das 31 canções do livro 31 Songs, de Nick Hornby. Bruce Springsteen tocou guitarra, cantou e tocou gaita. Garry Tallent tocou baixo. Max Weinberg tocou bateria. Roy Bittan tocou teclado, glockenspiel e fez backing vocals. Mike Appel e Steve Van Zandt fizeram backing vocals. Clarence Clemons tocou sax tenor. Foi regravada por Melissa Etheridge, Renato Russo e Tori Amos, entre outros artistas.

A letra:

The screen door slams, Mary's dress sways
Like a vision, she dances across the porch as the radio plays
Roy Orbison singing for the lonely
Hey, that's me, and I want you only
Don't turn me home again
I just can't face myself alone again

Don't run back inside
Darling, you know just what I'm here for
So you're scared, and you're thinking
That maybe we ain't that young anymore
Show a little faith, there's magic in the night
You ain't a beauty, but, hey, you're alright
Oh, and that's alright with me

You can hide 'neath your covers and study your pain
Make crosses from your lovers, throw roses in the rain
Waste your summer praying in vain
For a saviour to rise from these streets
Well now, I'm no hero, that's understood
All the redemption I can offer, girl, is beneath this dirty hood
With a chance to make it good somehow
Hey what else can we do now?

Except roll down the window and let the wind blow back your hair
Well the night's busting open
These two lanes will take us anywhere
We got one last chance to make it real
To trade in these wings on some wheels
Climb in back, heaven's waiting down on the tracks

Oh-oh come take my hand
We're riding out tonight to case the promised land
Oh-oh Thunder Road oh Thunder Road oh Thunder Road
Lying out there like a killer in the sun
Hey, I know it's late, we can make it if we run
Oh, Thunder Road, sit tight, take hold
Thunder Road

Well I got this guitar, and I learned how to make it talk
And my car's out back if you're ready to take that long walk
From your front porch to my front seat
The door's open but the ride it ain't free
And I know you're lonely for words that I ain't spoken
But tonight we'll be free, all the promises'll be broken

There were ghosts in the eyes of all the boys you sent away
They haunt this dusty beach road
In the skeleton frames of burned out Chevrolets
They scream your name at night in the street
Your graduation gown lies in rags at their feet
And in the lonely cool before dawn
You hear their engines roaring on
But when you get to the porch they're gone on the wind
So Mary, climb in
It's a town full of losers
And I'm pulling out of here to win

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