LYRICS & GUITAR CHORDS LIST - CHOOSE THE BOSSA NOVA
- Passeio astral (Astral trip)
- Rosto de menina, rosto de mulher (Girl face, woman face)
- A dream that to fulfill (Um sonho por cumprir)
- Olhando a cruz do sul (Watching the Southern Cross)
- Mulher estrela do mar (Sea star woman)
- Desafinados como Eu (Desafinados like me)
- What kind of love
- Between the sand and the sea
- Negocio de esquecer (Subject to forget)
- Você em meu espaço (You on myspace)
- The dark side of my sun
- Our silent world
- O Talismán (The talisman)
- Serenata pra ninguem (Serenade for nobody)
- Perto do horizonte (Near the horizon)
- Anonimato (Anonymity)
- Love song in vain
- Herois rabo de palha (Heroes with straw tail)
- Regresando (Returning)
- Bossa Generica
Lyrics, guitar chords and mp3 of "Our silent world"
A world that changes
overnight with an exponential vertigo .. increasingly violence, greed,
selfishness and injustice ... less and less peace, solidarity, love and
justice.
A humanity thinks that evolves by the hand of technological advances, not
realizing that every day is crumbling into a second middle age.
Did the Romans thought that their mighty empire sustained by their
inexhaustible riches and incredible technological advances as soon fall into
a pit of a thousand years of darkness?
Surely not.
And like the Romans, our civilization, our silent world, is currently being
dominated by the same pride that pushes us to the edge of the abyss
believing that we know how to fly.
Longing for a world that no longer exists, and having the Bossa Nova as an
evidence and anthem of "the society of the dying romantics", lost in a world
whose values have been badly shuffled, forgotten on a planet that bleeds in
disasters caused by human greed.
As I said on other occasions, the bossa nova is synonymous of nature, love
and peace, bossa nova is a cult of the beauty.
Arguably the bossa nova has lost its place in that new and ruined world. I
prefer to say that this new and ruined world has lost its place in the bossa
nova.
A crying, loneliness shared in an urban sunrise, sunless, smogged, walking
aimlessly towards an imminent end ... walking dazed by the unbearable noise
of a world inhabited by silent souls. The bossa nova giving its subtle an
final warning.
