Partido Alto (1976) - full transcript
High resolution image (2k)
digitally restored
from the original 16mm negative.
Sound digitally restored,
remastered and remixed
from the magnetic soundtrack
recorded on 16mm and from
the original 16mm negative.
Restoration sponsored by
Programa Petrobras Cultural
TO MASTER CANDEIA
Partido!
Listen up!
Let's go, folks!
I wanna start something.
Partido Alto...
like I've said, it's the most
authentic expression in samba
Sure is.
That's why I sing it.
To my love I leave my feelings
In the Lord's peace
To my children I leave
a good example
In the Lord's peace
My legacy is the strength
of will
In the Lord's peace
He who sows love
will always be missed
In the Lord's peace
To my friends
I leave my pandeiro
In the Lord's peace
I honored by parents and
loved my brothers
In the Lord's peace
But I left the Pharisees
no money
Not I!
In the Lord's peace
To false friends
I leave my pardon
In the Lord's peace
Because...
A sambista needn't belong
to an academy
It's natural when poetry
and the people make him immortal
Because...
A sambista needn't belong
to an academy
It's natural when poetry
and the people make him immortal
But if there's sadness
then let it be sweet
In the Lord's peace
For no poet enjoys
ugly sadness
In the Lord's peace
And a surdo marking time
to the cuíca solo
In the Lord's peace
The guitar asks,
there's no reply
In the Lord's peace
If you pray for me, then
do so dancing samba
In the Lord's peace
For a good samba
is a form of prayer
In the Lord's peace
And a good "partideiro"
only weeps in verse
In the Lord's peace
Drinking love with
a dash of lime
In the Lord's peace
And as I lead my life
singing
In the Lord's peace
I leave my song
to the people
In the Lord's peace
And as I lead my life
singing
In the Lord's peace
I leave my song
to the people
Say it!
In the Lord's peace
And as I lead my life
singing
In the Lord's peace
I leave my song
to the people
In the Lord's peace
And as I lead my life
singing
Partido Alto samba...
some forms contain
similarities with Partido...
such as music from the Northeast,
for instance "repentista"
music, because Partido form
also has an improvised
form.
The improvising emerges not
only in the theme, the refrain
but also in the mood
which gradually emerges.
Mangueira has a Partido
which goes like this:
Who raised the doubt,
who was it?
Who raised the doubt,
Who raised the doubt,
Tell me!
Who raised the doubt,
who was it?
Who raised the doubt?
Who raised the doubt,
again!
Who raised the doubt,
who was it?
Who raised the doubt?
My friend, comrade,
Tantinho, get away
Who raised the doubt
Who raised the doubt
who was it?
Who raised the doubt?
Oh who raised the doubt?
Who raised the doubt
who was it?
Who raised the doubt?
A sugar cane breaks another
in the plantation,
who raised the doubt?
Who raised the doubt
who was it?
Who raised the doubt?
Who raised the doubt
Who raised the doubt,
who was it?
Who raised the doubt?
And now a verse from Osmar,
who raised the doubt?
Who raised the doubt,
who was it?
Who raised the doubt?
Who raised the doubt,
who was it?
Who raised the doubt?
When I pick up my cavaco
I no longer want to speak
Who raised the doubt?
Who raised the doubt,
who was it?
Who raised the doubt?
Who raised the doubt,
who was it?
Who raised the doubt?
There are many forms of
Partido Alto,
but the number of verses
varies. Quartets,
pairs, for instance.
And after it found its form
Partido spread to such an
extent
that now it's considered
the first part of a samba.
So much so that the great
samba masters said
that in the old days
samba had no second part.
It was a type of Partido,
but a samba
with one part, where
the verses were improvised.
And in Partido form
I remember at Portela
we used to have
a type of Partido
very different from today's. In
fact I think no one does it anymore.
A Partido you'd recognize from
the sound of the cavaquinho,
from a percussion instrument...
Where a "roda de samba"
is formed with no refrain.
Just the cavaquinho
playing in the background.
Plus the other rhythms which would
start forming according
to the spirit of the work
you wanted to develop.
We had various steps
in Partido Alto.
The little "miudinho"
went rather like this.
Go on!
That's it!
So there was that.
Nice, Wil!
That's it.
Various forms of Partido.
We also had a way
of dancing Partido...
with your hands
on the hips,
Sheila will do it, show us
what Partido used to be like.
The chick would enter the
circle, gliding and swaying
with her hands on her hips.
Nice, Sheila!
We also had another type of Partido
a step called "Amoladinho".
Tantinho will do it now.
Very nice, brother!
- I'm going to cry, my dear.
- Don't cry!
- I'm going to cry, my dear.
- Don't cry!
- I'm going to cry, my dear
- Don't cry!
- But I'm going to cry, my dear.
- Don't cry!
- I'm going...
- Away.
- I'm going,
say it!
- Away.
- At the break...
- Of day
- At the break...
- Of day
- But I'm going to cry, my dear.
- Don't cry.
- I'm going to cry, my dear.
- Don't cry.
- I'm going...
- Away.
- I'm going...
- Away.
- At the break...
- Of day
- Oh good...
- Lord!
- Oh good...
- Lord!
- But I'm going to cry, my dear.
- Don't cry.
- I'm going to cry, my dear.
- Don't cry.
- I'm going...
- Away
- I'm going...
- Away
- At the break...
- Of day
- Oh good...
- Lord!
It's here...
- The break of day
- But it's here...
- The break of day
- I'm going to cry, my dear.
- Don't cry.
- I'm going to cry, my dear.
- Don't cry.
- I'm going...
- Away
- I'm going...
- Away
- At the break...
- Of day
- At the break...
- Of day
- If you're not in...
- You're out
- If you're not in...
- You're out
- If you're not in...
- You're out
- But I'm going to cry, my dear.
- Don't cry.
- But I'm going to cry, my dear.
- Don't cry.
- I'm going...
- Away
- I'm going...
- Away
- At the break...
- Of day
- Oh good...
- Lord!
- I take...
- My guitar
- I take...
- My bag
- I take my...
- Lord
- I'm going to cry, my dear.
- Don't cry.
- I'm going to cry, my dear.
- Don't cry.
- I'm going...
- Away
- I'm going...
- Away
- I'm going...
- Away
- I'm going...
- Away
- I'm going...
- Away
- I'm going...
- Away
AT MANACÉA'S HOUSE
I think that Partido Alto is a
little music of communication,
immediate communication.
It's something which says
so little and tells so much.
When I started Partido Alto...
it's a variation of samba, right?
A samba with slower steps.
I just love the rhythm of
Partido Alto.
The traditional Partido Alto
where the "sambistas" improvised...
and you know there are a lot of
"sambistas" around who don't improvise
but I have a knack for
improvisation, right?
What comes into your mind
when you think of Partido Alto?
Partido Alto was the early samba
which came to Rio from Bahia...
and which was called Batucada.
So the big names back then...
Tony Brancura,
Bahiano and others...
Ibrihin and others,
Paulo da Portela.
Paulo do Partido, he was
really Paulo da Portela, right?
When I was a kid in Quintino,
which is where he lived...
he was born in Engenho de Dentro,
hes used to pass by the house...
sing with my father, they'd have
such a ball, not like rich folks.
Ask old Candeia.
Yeah, I want something like this,
I know, little miss's raucous...
because Rodolfo's angu went bad,
no one should could have...
gone that day, everyone arguing, fighting...
Rodolfo's angu went bad
and everyone starving...
it ended in a racket,
little miss's raucous.
But don't sing that!
When he used to show up,
holes in his shoes...
now he has soles and everything,
so now he's Judas's client...
no longer a bum.
He's the boss.
Oh, what'll become of me...
Yes, like that, I mean,
I want the old time samba...
Samba with just the first part,
and for the second...
they'd would make up the verses.
I want to find some real
Partido Alto, see?
A little Partido Alto refrain
to give them a basis to work from.
There.
Yes, something a bit like that.
Oh lime tree, lime
Oh lime tree, lime
So many ripe oranges and limes
Fallen on the ground
Oh lime tree, lime
Oh lime tree, lime
So many ripe oranges and limes
Fallen on the ground
Oh lime tree, lime
Oh lime tree, lime
So many ripe oranges and limes
Scattered on the ground
Love starts with Partido,
Partido from the heart
The name of this Partido
is lime tree lime, oh lime
Oh lime tree, lime
Oh lime tree, lime
Oh lime tree, lime
Oh lime tree, lime
So many ripe oranges and limes
Fallen on the ground
Life at, the beach, I chanced
by Conceição's house
There I drank, I drank
the true lime, the lime
Oh lime tree, lime
Oh lime tree, lime
So many ripe oranges and limes
Fallen on the ground
Oh lime tree, lime
Oh lime tree, lime
So many ripe oranges and limes
Fallen on the ground
Manacéa's pagode
is the best like soap
And the accompaniment
is lime cocktails
Oh lime tree, lime
Oh lime tree, lime
So many ripe oranges and limes
Fallen on the ground
Oh lime tree, lime
Oh lime tree, lime
So many ripe oranges and limes
Fallen on the ground
I just got here and I'll go
to the lime tree
To get a lime in desperation,
oh lime
Oh lime tree, lime
Oh lime tree, lime
So many ripe oranges and limes
Fallen on the ground
Oh lime tree, lime
Oh lime tree, lime
So many ripe oranges and limes
Fallen on the ground
Samba's Aldair, for better or worse
I'm son of Alvarenga,
grandson of Napoleon, oh lime
The lime tree, the lime
Although abandoned,
I've accepted my pain
Let me live alone...
I get along fine without
your affection, love
No, I don't want your caresses,
I'd rather live in the forest
Living like a bird
I'm leaving, no one lives here now
And Andinho joined the samba,
and the samba is good, although
Although abandoned, I've accepted...
The Partido group is a
moment of liberty.
A good "Partideiro" musician will
improvise the verses, like João da Gente
used to, Alcides, Aniceto do Império,
Candeia and so many others.
Today there's no obligation,
anyone can say their verses...
even if they've been learned.
...didn't your mother say,
it's the time of the old guard
And I'm Castinha, I don't want
to bring up the rear
Although,
although abandoned
I've accepted my pain
Let me live alone,
I get along fine without
your affection, love
Castinha, great friend,
he spoke the truth,
the Portela old guard,
Pure sincerity.
I'll tell you what it is I have to say... I admire Castinha,
may God give him a fine place.
Although,
Although abandoned
When I was a boy,
I saw in Partido a form of communion
between samba folks.
There was joking, taunting
everyone joined in
as best they could and for fun.
The purest art is each
of our own personal style.
And only Partido Alto offers
this opportunity.
I went to the samba,
at Carolé's place,
the fingers and toes,
are on her hands and her feet.
But the samba's so sweet
and it'll continue that way
Although
Although abandoned
I've accepted my pain
Let me live alone,
I get along fine without
your affection, love
I belong to the Old Guard
tall and thin our Partido
is Paulinho da Viola.
Joãozinho, I can't deny fidelity
Partideiro of Portela,
that the descent never ends
Although
although abandoned
I've accepted my pain.
Let me live alone,
I get along fine without
your affection, love.
Listen, officer, don't lock me up
they're beating everyone up...
We suffer for things we didn't do.
Today, samba has
so many restrictions...
which curb the
"sambistas"' creativity...
within the limits dictated
by showmanship.
But in Partido,
there'll always be "partideiros"...
and the verses, whether
improvised or not
will reflect the truths felt
in each person's soul.
So come on, man, get with it!
digitally restored
from the original 16mm negative.
Sound digitally restored,
remastered and remixed
from the magnetic soundtrack
recorded on 16mm and from
the original 16mm negative.
Restoration sponsored by
Programa Petrobras Cultural
TO MASTER CANDEIA
Partido!
Listen up!
Let's go, folks!
I wanna start something.
Partido Alto...
like I've said, it's the most
authentic expression in samba
Sure is.
That's why I sing it.
To my love I leave my feelings
In the Lord's peace
To my children I leave
a good example
In the Lord's peace
My legacy is the strength
of will
In the Lord's peace
He who sows love
will always be missed
In the Lord's peace
To my friends
I leave my pandeiro
In the Lord's peace
I honored by parents and
loved my brothers
In the Lord's peace
But I left the Pharisees
no money
Not I!
In the Lord's peace
To false friends
I leave my pardon
In the Lord's peace
Because...
A sambista needn't belong
to an academy
It's natural when poetry
and the people make him immortal
Because...
A sambista needn't belong
to an academy
It's natural when poetry
and the people make him immortal
But if there's sadness
then let it be sweet
In the Lord's peace
For no poet enjoys
ugly sadness
In the Lord's peace
And a surdo marking time
to the cuíca solo
In the Lord's peace
The guitar asks,
there's no reply
In the Lord's peace
If you pray for me, then
do so dancing samba
In the Lord's peace
For a good samba
is a form of prayer
In the Lord's peace
And a good "partideiro"
only weeps in verse
In the Lord's peace
Drinking love with
a dash of lime
In the Lord's peace
And as I lead my life
singing
In the Lord's peace
I leave my song
to the people
In the Lord's peace
And as I lead my life
singing
In the Lord's peace
I leave my song
to the people
Say it!
In the Lord's peace
And as I lead my life
singing
In the Lord's peace
I leave my song
to the people
In the Lord's peace
And as I lead my life
singing
Partido Alto samba...
some forms contain
similarities with Partido...
such as music from the Northeast,
for instance "repentista"
music, because Partido form
also has an improvised
form.
The improvising emerges not
only in the theme, the refrain
but also in the mood
which gradually emerges.
Mangueira has a Partido
which goes like this:
Who raised the doubt,
who was it?
Who raised the doubt,
Who raised the doubt,
Tell me!
Who raised the doubt,
who was it?
Who raised the doubt?
Who raised the doubt,
again!
Who raised the doubt,
who was it?
Who raised the doubt?
My friend, comrade,
Tantinho, get away
Who raised the doubt
Who raised the doubt
who was it?
Who raised the doubt?
Oh who raised the doubt?
Who raised the doubt
who was it?
Who raised the doubt?
A sugar cane breaks another
in the plantation,
who raised the doubt?
Who raised the doubt
who was it?
Who raised the doubt?
Who raised the doubt
Who raised the doubt,
who was it?
Who raised the doubt?
And now a verse from Osmar,
who raised the doubt?
Who raised the doubt,
who was it?
Who raised the doubt?
Who raised the doubt,
who was it?
Who raised the doubt?
When I pick up my cavaco
I no longer want to speak
Who raised the doubt?
Who raised the doubt,
who was it?
Who raised the doubt?
Who raised the doubt,
who was it?
Who raised the doubt?
There are many forms of
Partido Alto,
but the number of verses
varies. Quartets,
pairs, for instance.
And after it found its form
Partido spread to such an
extent
that now it's considered
the first part of a samba.
So much so that the great
samba masters said
that in the old days
samba had no second part.
It was a type of Partido,
but a samba
with one part, where
the verses were improvised.
And in Partido form
I remember at Portela
we used to have
a type of Partido
very different from today's. In
fact I think no one does it anymore.
A Partido you'd recognize from
the sound of the cavaquinho,
from a percussion instrument...
Where a "roda de samba"
is formed with no refrain.
Just the cavaquinho
playing in the background.
Plus the other rhythms which would
start forming according
to the spirit of the work
you wanted to develop.
We had various steps
in Partido Alto.
The little "miudinho"
went rather like this.
Go on!
That's it!
So there was that.
Nice, Wil!
That's it.
Various forms of Partido.
We also had a way
of dancing Partido...
with your hands
on the hips,
Sheila will do it, show us
what Partido used to be like.
The chick would enter the
circle, gliding and swaying
with her hands on her hips.
Nice, Sheila!
We also had another type of Partido
a step called "Amoladinho".
Tantinho will do it now.
Very nice, brother!
- I'm going to cry, my dear.
- Don't cry!
- I'm going to cry, my dear.
- Don't cry!
- I'm going to cry, my dear
- Don't cry!
- But I'm going to cry, my dear.
- Don't cry!
- I'm going...
- Away.
- I'm going,
say it!
- Away.
- At the break...
- Of day
- At the break...
- Of day
- But I'm going to cry, my dear.
- Don't cry.
- I'm going to cry, my dear.
- Don't cry.
- I'm going...
- Away.
- I'm going...
- Away.
- At the break...
- Of day
- Oh good...
- Lord!
- Oh good...
- Lord!
- But I'm going to cry, my dear.
- Don't cry.
- I'm going to cry, my dear.
- Don't cry.
- I'm going...
- Away
- I'm going...
- Away
- At the break...
- Of day
- Oh good...
- Lord!
It's here...
- The break of day
- But it's here...
- The break of day
- I'm going to cry, my dear.
- Don't cry.
- I'm going to cry, my dear.
- Don't cry.
- I'm going...
- Away
- I'm going...
- Away
- At the break...
- Of day
- At the break...
- Of day
- If you're not in...
- You're out
- If you're not in...
- You're out
- If you're not in...
- You're out
- But I'm going to cry, my dear.
- Don't cry.
- But I'm going to cry, my dear.
- Don't cry.
- I'm going...
- Away
- I'm going...
- Away
- At the break...
- Of day
- Oh good...
- Lord!
- I take...
- My guitar
- I take...
- My bag
- I take my...
- Lord
- I'm going to cry, my dear.
- Don't cry.
- I'm going to cry, my dear.
- Don't cry.
- I'm going...
- Away
- I'm going...
- Away
- I'm going...
- Away
- I'm going...
- Away
- I'm going...
- Away
- I'm going...
- Away
AT MANACÉA'S HOUSE
I think that Partido Alto is a
little music of communication,
immediate communication.
It's something which says
so little and tells so much.
When I started Partido Alto...
it's a variation of samba, right?
A samba with slower steps.
I just love the rhythm of
Partido Alto.
The traditional Partido Alto
where the "sambistas" improvised...
and you know there are a lot of
"sambistas" around who don't improvise
but I have a knack for
improvisation, right?
What comes into your mind
when you think of Partido Alto?
Partido Alto was the early samba
which came to Rio from Bahia...
and which was called Batucada.
So the big names back then...
Tony Brancura,
Bahiano and others...
Ibrihin and others,
Paulo da Portela.
Paulo do Partido, he was
really Paulo da Portela, right?
When I was a kid in Quintino,
which is where he lived...
he was born in Engenho de Dentro,
hes used to pass by the house...
sing with my father, they'd have
such a ball, not like rich folks.
Ask old Candeia.
Yeah, I want something like this,
I know, little miss's raucous...
because Rodolfo's angu went bad,
no one should could have...
gone that day, everyone arguing, fighting...
Rodolfo's angu went bad
and everyone starving...
it ended in a racket,
little miss's raucous.
But don't sing that!
When he used to show up,
holes in his shoes...
now he has soles and everything,
so now he's Judas's client...
no longer a bum.
He's the boss.
Oh, what'll become of me...
Yes, like that, I mean,
I want the old time samba...
Samba with just the first part,
and for the second...
they'd would make up the verses.
I want to find some real
Partido Alto, see?
A little Partido Alto refrain
to give them a basis to work from.
There.
Yes, something a bit like that.
Oh lime tree, lime
Oh lime tree, lime
So many ripe oranges and limes
Fallen on the ground
Oh lime tree, lime
Oh lime tree, lime
So many ripe oranges and limes
Fallen on the ground
Oh lime tree, lime
Oh lime tree, lime
So many ripe oranges and limes
Scattered on the ground
Love starts with Partido,
Partido from the heart
The name of this Partido
is lime tree lime, oh lime
Oh lime tree, lime
Oh lime tree, lime
Oh lime tree, lime
Oh lime tree, lime
So many ripe oranges and limes
Fallen on the ground
Life at, the beach, I chanced
by Conceição's house
There I drank, I drank
the true lime, the lime
Oh lime tree, lime
Oh lime tree, lime
So many ripe oranges and limes
Fallen on the ground
Oh lime tree, lime
Oh lime tree, lime
So many ripe oranges and limes
Fallen on the ground
Manacéa's pagode
is the best like soap
And the accompaniment
is lime cocktails
Oh lime tree, lime
Oh lime tree, lime
So many ripe oranges and limes
Fallen on the ground
Oh lime tree, lime
Oh lime tree, lime
So many ripe oranges and limes
Fallen on the ground
I just got here and I'll go
to the lime tree
To get a lime in desperation,
oh lime
Oh lime tree, lime
Oh lime tree, lime
So many ripe oranges and limes
Fallen on the ground
Oh lime tree, lime
Oh lime tree, lime
So many ripe oranges and limes
Fallen on the ground
Samba's Aldair, for better or worse
I'm son of Alvarenga,
grandson of Napoleon, oh lime
The lime tree, the lime
Although abandoned,
I've accepted my pain
Let me live alone...
I get along fine without
your affection, love
No, I don't want your caresses,
I'd rather live in the forest
Living like a bird
I'm leaving, no one lives here now
And Andinho joined the samba,
and the samba is good, although
Although abandoned, I've accepted...
The Partido group is a
moment of liberty.
A good "Partideiro" musician will
improvise the verses, like João da Gente
used to, Alcides, Aniceto do Império,
Candeia and so many others.
Today there's no obligation,
anyone can say their verses...
even if they've been learned.
...didn't your mother say,
it's the time of the old guard
And I'm Castinha, I don't want
to bring up the rear
Although,
although abandoned
I've accepted my pain
Let me live alone,
I get along fine without
your affection, love
Castinha, great friend,
he spoke the truth,
the Portela old guard,
Pure sincerity.
I'll tell you what it is I have to say... I admire Castinha,
may God give him a fine place.
Although,
Although abandoned
When I was a boy,
I saw in Partido a form of communion
between samba folks.
There was joking, taunting
everyone joined in
as best they could and for fun.
The purest art is each
of our own personal style.
And only Partido Alto offers
this opportunity.
I went to the samba,
at Carolé's place,
the fingers and toes,
are on her hands and her feet.
But the samba's so sweet
and it'll continue that way
Although
Although abandoned
I've accepted my pain
Let me live alone,
I get along fine without
your affection, love
I belong to the Old Guard
tall and thin our Partido
is Paulinho da Viola.
Joãozinho, I can't deny fidelity
Partideiro of Portela,
that the descent never ends
Although
although abandoned
I've accepted my pain.
Let me live alone,
I get along fine without
your affection, love.
Listen, officer, don't lock me up
they're beating everyone up...
We suffer for things we didn't do.
Today, samba has
so many restrictions...
which curb the
"sambistas"' creativity...
within the limits dictated
by showmanship.
But in Partido,
there'll always be "partideiros"...
and the verses, whether
improvised or not
will reflect the truths felt
in each person's soul.
So come on, man, get with it!