Manu Lafer

Músico e Compositor

Nobody But You

Nobody But You

Nobody But You é o trabalho maduro de Manu Lafer cantando standards americanos, sua antiga paixão.
É também o nome de uma das faixas, que remete a outros trabalhos seus (Someone Like You, Somebody Like Me e Como Tu Ninguém). Foi gravado em Nova Iorque, com arranjos dos virtuoses da guitarra Jack Wilkins e Howard Alden, acompanhados pelo baterista Mike Clark e pelo contrabaixista Andy McKee. O vibrafonista Chuck Redd, convidado de honra, participa das faixas Guys And Dolls, Opus One, Ding! Dong! The Witch Is Dead e Look Who’s Dancing.

O repertório, cantado em tons graves dentro da tradição dos barítonos que cantam o American Songbook, como Bing Crosby e Sinatra, foge dos standards mais cantados e regravados. Assim, o rock juvenil Feelin So Good aparece em roupagem jazzística. We Could Make Such Beautiful Music Together, famosa nas vozes de Liza Minelli e Judy Garland – mãe e filha, rainhas do show business na televisão americana – é cantada quase no final.

A playlist criativa e cheia de surpresas privilegiou os registros em levada swing, uptempo e alegre, como em Mimi, de Rodgers & Hart. Mas há duas exceções, em que Manu canta acompanhado apenas pelos guitarristas – cujo entrosamento é inigualável, não apenas pelo virtuosismo mas pela convivência musical longeva: Two Sleepy People e Broadway Baby – esta cantada de maneira soft, desdramatizada e brasileira do canto bossanovístico, por um cantor, apesar da personagem feminina, entre caricatural e arquetípica.


Faixas

1. Look who’s dancing (Arthur Schwartz, Dorothy Fields french lyrics by Robert Clary)

look who’s dancing, look who’s on air
silly, and dizzy, and too dumb to care
will you look, he’s floating like a feather
since she said that we belong together

look who’s dancing, look who’s a fool
young as a chick with a kick like a mule
look who hasn’t got a wrinkle on his brow
look who’s dancing, look who’s dancing
look, look, look who’s dancing now

i don’t want a wedding with flowers
all i want is standing right here
everywhere there’s music and flowers
got to kick by heels, got to let them sing
here’s a boy with everything

regarde je danse comme fred astaire
léger, insouciant, et très débonnaire
j’ai mes pieds qui n’arrêtent pas de bouger
veux-tu devenir ma partenaire?

et tu me dis, oui, je flotte dans l’air
viens dans mes bras, tu suivras tous me pas
je serais ton fred tu seras ma ginger
nous férons un coup
et nous y dansons, dansons, toute la nuit

look who’s dancing without a blush
loony, and spoony on moonlight and mush
look who hasn’t got a wrinkle on his brow
look who’s dancing, look who’s dancing
look, look, look who’s dancing now


2. Bewitched (Jack Keller, Howard Greenfield)

bewitched, bewitched
you’ve got me in your spell
bewitched, bewitched
you know your craft so well
before i knew what you were doing
i looked in your eyes
that brand of woo that you’ve been brewing
took me by surprise

you witch, you witch
one thing is for sure
that stuff that you pitch
just hasn’t got a cure

my heart was under lock and key
but somehow it got unhitched
i never thought my heart could be had

but now i’m caught and i’m kind of glad
(1st) to be… to be bewitched

but now i’m caught and i’m kind of glad
(2nd) that you… you do

that crazy vodoo
and i’m bewitched by you


3. I still get jealous (Jules Styne, Sammy Cahn)

i still get jealous when they look at you
i may not show it, but i do
it’s more than i can bear
when they start to stare
‘cause they think you’re too good to be true

i still get jealous when we kiss goodnight
unless you hold me extra tight
and, dear, i know a secret
you didn’t know i knew
i still get jealous ‘cause it pleases you


4. Ding dong the wicked witch is bad (Harold Arlen, E Yip Harburg)

once there was a wicked witch
in the lovely land of oz
and a wickeder, wickeder, wickeder witch
wickeder witch there never, ever was
she filled the folks in munchkin land
with terror and with dread
till one fine day from kansas
a house fell on her head
and the coroner pronounced her dead

and through the town the joyous news went running
the joyous news that the wicked old witch was finally done in

ding-dong! the witch is dead!
which old witch?
the wicked witch
ding-dong! the wicked witch is dead!

wake up you sleepy head
rub your eyes
get out of that bed
wake up! the wicked old witch is dead!

she’s gone where the goblins go
below, below, below – yo-ho!
let’s open up and sing
(and ring those bells out)

ding-dong! the merry-o
sing it high and sing it low
let them know the wicked old witch is dead

why everyone’s glad
she took such a crowning
getting hit by a house
is even worse than drowning
let them know the wicked old witch is dead!


5. Feeling so good - skooby doo (Jeff Barry, Andy Kim)

looky over there, sunshine in her hair
that’s my girl, her name is skooby-doo
don’t you like her smile?
don’t you like her style?
you know i’d walk a mile for skooby-doo

oh my skooby-doo
i’ll do you what you want me to
oh my skooby-doo
you got my lonely head a-reeling all the time

feeling so good, so good
feeling so good

anytime at all i wanna have a ball
all i do is call my skooby-doo
she can make me laugh in a minute and a half
yes, i’m going daff with skooby-doo

oh my skooby-doo
i’ll do what you want me to
oh my skooby-doo
you got my only head a-reeling all the time
feeling so good, so good
feeling so good

oh my! i love you
skooby-doo, i love you
i said a “s”, “k”, “o-o”, “b”, “y”, “d-o-o”
“o-o”, “o-o”, “o”, “o”, “o-o-o-o”

diamonds and a ring, presents i could bring
wouldn’t mean a thing to skooby-doo
sunday after mass picnic in the grass
digging mama cass with skooby-doo

oh my skooby-doo
i’ll do what you want me to
oh my skooby-doo
you got my only head a-reeling all the time
feeling so good, so good
feeling so good. so good
feeling so good


6. Guys and dolls (Frank Loesser)

when you see a guy reach for stars in the sky
you can bet that he’s doing it for some doll
when you spot a john waiting out in the rain
chances are he’s insane as only a john can be for a jane

when you meet a gent paying all kinds of rent
for a flat that could flatten the taj mahal
call it sad, call it funny
but it’s better than even money
that the guy’s only doing it for some doll

when you see a dame change the shape of her frame
you can bet she’s reducing it for some guy
when you find a doll with her diamond in hock
rest assured that the rock has gone to restock

when you see a mouse hurry out of the house
and she runs twenty blocks for cigars and rye
call it dumb, call it clever
oh, but you can give odds forever
that the doll’s only doing it for some guy

when a lazy slob takes a good steady job
and he smells from vitalis and barbasol
when a guy buys wine that the guy can’t afford
you can bet that a guy is making a try for some little broad

when you see a mug just left out of the jug
and he’s still lifting platinum folderol
call it hell, call it heaven
it’s a probable twelve to seven
that the guy is only doing it for some doll
some gentleman jock


7. Love isn’t born (Arthur Schwartz, Frank Loesser)

love isn’t born on a beautiful april morn,
love isn’t born, it’s made
and that’s why every window has a window shade

love can’t do much
for a couple who don’t quite touch
love can’t advance by chance
and that’s why folks who never care for dancing, dance

so, my precious young dove,
if your dreaming of love
better make the most of your charms,
for the feeling won’t start in the gentleman’s heart
till you’re in the gentleman’s arms

love isn’t born, that’s a fable to treat with scorn
let’s call a spade a spade
when he says “dear, come up, and see my antique jade”
remember, love isn’t born, it’s made

love has to climb,
to be certain to ring that chime
climb, sister, time is short
you’ll find there’s no partition in a davenport

love won’t react
till the cards are discreetly stacked
this is a fact to face:
a man won’t take an uber just to get no place

so, my precious young dove
if you’re dreaming of love
better lead him into the trap
for you’ll never remain on the gentleman’s brain
till you’re in the gentleman’s lap

love won’t exist if you constantly slap that wrist
right off his list you’ll fade
the elks don’t come to town just for the elk’s parade
remember, love isn’t born
love isn’t born,
love isn’t born, it’s made


8. Mimi (Richard Rodgers, Lorenz Hart)

mimi,
you funny little good-for-nothing mimi,
am i the guy?

mimi,
you sunny little honey of a mimi
i’m aiming high

mimi, you’ve got me sad and dreamy
you could free me
if you’d see me
mimi, you know i’d like to have
a little son of a mimi by and by

well, my left shoe’s on my right foot
my right shoe’s on my left
oh! listen to me, mimi,
of reason i’m bereft
oh! the buttons of my trousers
are buttoned to my vest
oh! listen to me, mimi,
there’s passion in my breast


9. Nobody but you (Buddy Pepper)

nobody but you ever loved me before
nobody but you do i need more and more
your wonderful eyes, my, how they shine
your wonderful lips, tell me you’re mine

nobody but you do i see in my dreams
and now they’re all coming true
my heart and i care for nobody
nobody but you


10. Opus One (Sy Oliver, Sid Garris)

they’re racking their brain
to think of a name
to give to this tune
so frankie can croon
and maybe old bing
willl give it a fling
and that start everyone
humming a thing

the melody is gone
repeat and repeat
but if you can swing
it’s got a good beat
and that’s the main thing
to make with the feet
cause rockin’ rhythm
is ruling the day

so they call it opus one
come on let’s join and jump
hey, hey, hey!
it’s opus one
this ain’t no time to slump, maybe

if benny the king
can do it and swing
and old mister g
could rock it for me
it’s never a doubt
you knock yourself out
if ever you should hear opus one


11. When the red, red robin comes bob, bob, bobbing along (Harry Woods)

when the red, red robin
comes bob, bob, bobbing along, along
there’ll be no more sobbing
when he starts throbbing his old sweet song

wake up, wake up, you sleepy head, get up!
get up! get out of bed, cheer up!
cheer up, the sun is red
live, love, laugh and be happy

what if i’d been blue, now i’m walking
through fields of flowers
rain may glisten but still i’d listen for hours and hours
i’m just a kid again doing what i did again
singing a song
when the red, red robin comes bob, bob, bobbing along


12. Two sleepy people (Hoagy Carmichael, Frank Loesser)

here we are out of cigarettes
holding hands and yawning, look how late it gets
two sleepy people by dawn’s early light
and too much in love to say goodnight

here we are in the cozy chair
picking on a wishbone from the frigidaire
two sleepy people with nothing to say
and too much in love to break away

do you remember the nights we used to linger in the hall?
your father did not like me at all
do you remember the reason why we married in the fall?
to rent this little nest and get a bit of rest

here we are just about the same
foggy little fella, drowsy little dame
two sleepy people by dawn’s early light
and too much in love to say good night


13. We could make such beautiful music together (Henry Manners, Robert Sour)

we could make such beautiful music together
we could sing the loveliest music together

sing the words, the words that i long for
let them be the theme of our song
for we could make such beautiful music together

Broadway baby (Stephen Sondheim)
    i’m just a broadway baby,
    walking off my tired feet,
    pounding forty-second street
    to be in a show.

    broadway baby,
    learning how to sing and dance,
    waiting for that one big chance
    to be in a show.

    gee,
    i’d like to be
    on some marquee,
    all twinkling lights,
    a spark
    to pierce the dark
    from battery park
    to washington heights!

    someday, maybe,
    all my dreams will be repaid,
    hell, i’d even play the maid
    to be in a show.

    say, mr producer,
    some girls get the breaks
    just give me my cue, sir
    i’ve got what it takes

    say, mr. producer,
    i’m talking to you, sir
    i don’t need a lot,
    only what i got,
    plus a tube of greasepaint
    and a follow-spot!

    i’m just a broadway baby,
    slaving at a five-and-ten,
    dreaming of the great day when
    i’ll be in a show.

    broadway baby
    making rounds all afternoon,
    eating at a greasy spoon
    to save on my dough.

    at
    my tiny flat
    there’s just my cat,
    a bed and a chair.
    still,
    i’ll stick it till
    i’m on a bill
    all over times square!

    some day, maybe,
    if i stick it long enough,
    i may get to strut my stuff,
    working for a nice man
    like a ziegfeld or a weismann
    in a great big
    broadway show!



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