You must remember this, A kiss is still a kiss, A sigh is just a sigh; The fundamental things apply As time goes by.
"Play it again, Sam" e não alteres o tom. Conserva o andamento e permite-me emendar erros que cometi. Isenta de arrependimento. Deles fruindo pelas doces e voluptuosas memórias do ontem próximo. Pela utopia, pela realidade experimentada, pelo conjecturado futuro. Falhado este, vívido aquele. Assim foi para nada ser.
And when two lovers woo, They still say, "I love you ", 0n that you can rely; No matter what lhe future brings As time goes by.
"Play it again, Sam", a frase que nunca existiu. Se ela aguentou, qualquer pode aguentar. “Toca, Sam” foi o de facto dito por Rick após Ilse sair do bar. Ela de coração partido, ele de copo na mão. Os (des)encontros da vida, erros que o (não) foram e derrubaram futuros. Tortuosa realidade comprimindo a simplicidade dos sentimentos. De quem deixa ou se escusa à luta.
Moonlight and love songs - never out of date, Hearts full of passion - jealousy and hate; Woman needs man - and man must have his mate, That no one can deny.
"Play it again, Sam", como sussurro sob o roncar do avião que levará Ilse. Ao despedir-se, pergunta: _ “E nós, Rick?” Ele não hesita: _ “Nós teremos sempre Paris.” Paris, ou outro lugar, digo. Como Rick no diálogo antológico com uma mulher no bar. Quando ela pergunta o que havia ele feito na noite anterior, Rick, indiferente, responde: _ "Faz muito tempo para que eu me lembre". Insistente, ela indaga o que ele fará naquela noite. Ouve como resposta: _ "Não costumo fazer planos a longo prazo". Também eu.
lt's still lhe same old story A fight for love and glory, A case of do or die The world will always welcome lovers As time goes by.
Que doçura! Eu também não sei o que farei logo à noite... ou o que a noite fará comigo... escuras e voluptuosas semelhanças, quase fazem odiar a habitual luz do dia. Será que vou jantar? Dormir? Fugir? Será que é desta? Tudo são maneiras de escapar à malvada crise, que ignorada seja até que acabe um dia... ou uma noite.
It restates the negativeness of the universe. The hideous lonely emptiness of existence. Nothingness. The predicament of Man forced to live in a barren, Godless eternity like a tiny flame flickering in an immense void with nothing but waste, horror and degradation, forming a useless bleak straitjacket in a black absurd cosmos.
E o prémio vai para ... quem não ficar completamente baralhado e continue senhor dos seus próprios passos e planeie regularmente onde vai plantar os pés no dia seguinte (se houver).
Como não está tudo dito (nem nunca estará... mesmo que o Sam continue a tocar) acho que o Represas e o Abrunhosa e o Palma e o Gonzo sabem tocar bem melhor que o Sam:
"I loved you for a long, long time I know this love is real It don't matter how it all went wrong That don't change the way I feel And I can't believe that time's Gonna heal this wound I'm speaking of There ain't no cure, There ain't no cure, There ain't no cure for love
I'm aching for you baby I can't pretend I'm not I need to see you naked In your body and your thought I've got you like a habit And I'll never get enough There ain't no cure, There ain't no cure, There ain't no cure for love
There ain't no cure for love There ain't no cure for love All the rocket ships are climbing through the sky The holy books are open wide The doctors working day and night But they'll never ever find that cure for love There ain't no drink no drug (Ah tell them, angels) There's nothing pure enough to be a cure for love
I see you in the subwayand I see you on the bus I see you lying down with me, I see you waking up I see your hand, I see your hair Your bracelets and your brush And I call to you, I call to you But I don't call soft enough There ain't no cure, There ain't no cure, There ain't no cure for love
I walked into this empty church I had no place else to go When the sweetest voice I ever heard, whispered to my soul I don't need to be forgiven for loving you so much It's written in the scriptures It's written there in blood I even heard the angels declare it from above There ain't no cure, There ain't no cure, There ain't no cure for love
There ain't no cure for love There ain't no cure for love All the rocket ships are climbing through the sky The holy books are open wide The doctors working day and night But they'll never ever find that cure, That cure for love"
There'll be the breaking of the ancient western code Your private life will suddenly explode There'll be phantoms There'll be fires on the road and the white man dancing You'll see a woman hanging upside down her features covered by her fallen gown and all the lousy little poets coming round tryin' to sound like Charlie Manson and the white man dancin'
Give me back the Berlin wall Give me Stalin and St Paul Give me Christ or give me Hiroshima Destroy another fetus now We don't like children anyhow I've seen the future, baby: it is murder
Dando de barato que a menina merece : We`ll always have the green grass of home:
The old home town looks the same, As I step down from the train, And there to meet me is my mama and my papa. Down the road I look, and there comes Mary, Hair of gold and lips like cherries. It's good to touch the green, green grass of home.
The old house is still standing, Though the paint is cracked and dry, And there's the old oak tree that I used to play on. Down the lane I walk with my sweet Mary, Hair of gold and lips like cherries. It's good to touch the green, green grass of home.
Yes, they'll all come to see me, Arms reaching, smiling sweetly. It's good to touch the green, green grass of home.
Then I awake and look around me, At the four gray walls that surround me, And I realize that I was only dreaming. For there's a guard, and there's a sad old padre, Arm in arm, we'll walk at daybreak. Again, I'll touch the green, green grass of home.
Yes, they'll all come to see me In the shade of the old oak tree, As they lay me 'neath the green, green grass of home.
Xiiiiiiiiii, os rapazes estão tão românticos, Teresa!- eu cá prefiro esta :) http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WGU_4-5RaxU&ob=av3e
(há que se pôr a mexer os "pain in the ass", ainda que se esteja no rehab, tipo a reciclagem da música da malograda Amy Winehouse :) they try to get me go to rehab and I say I´ll go, I´ll go,`I´ll go, just give me some years to let me know what the fuck did actually happened...I´m almost there...let me know, let me know, let me know
E os "raparigos" estão quê? E que tal esta "Armanda" para os supracitados....
http://youtu.be/U3VNsp0x0Ek
Bio da Armanda:
Born in 1946 in Hong Kong from an English/French father who served for the French army in Indochina and an Asian/Russian mother, Amanda was raised in the South of France and in Switzerland. In addition to two mother languages ( French and English ) she also learnt German, Spanish and Italian before she reached 18, making her a talented young polyglot. Her passion is Art and at the tender age of 16 she went to Paris to study painting before joining in 1964 the famous St Martins School in London. She became chums with Brian Jones of the Rolling Stones and a wild child of the London nights. Her stunning Eurasian features attracted attention of Catherine Harlé, head of the most famous European model agency.
In 1965 she returned to Paris to catwalk for Paco Rabanne and Yves St Laurent. During this staying she met Salvador Dali who wanted her as a model. She became his muse and closest friend for over 15 years. She has told this period in her book "My life with Dali" published worldwide in 1985.:Dali is a genius who likes ambiguity and he tends to talk to women as they were men. From this will come the legend and rumour about the transexuality of Amanda Lear.
In 1973 while pursuing a successfull model career (she was featured as covers for Marie France or Elle magazines but just pages in Vogue because of the rumour ! ), her long time fan Bryan Ferry asked her to pose for the cover of their LP "For Your Pleasure". The cover became as famous as the record himself!. David Bowie then the Top UK Rock artist falls in love with her and they will stay together for over a year . He wanted her to sing and she actually participatesd in his "Midnight Special" shown on NBC in 1974. De Fries ,Bowie producer, signed her but nothing happened.
In 1975 she signed with Strum production and released her 1st single on legendary UK record company: Creole Records. "Trouble" was a cover of the Presley song. The "B" side is written by Amanda and La Bionda( who became famous as a disco band with "One for you" and as producer of "Vamos a la playa" righeira in the 80 's ). The single was released in France in French language version by Polydor. It is this latter version that was released by Ariola in March 76. It was an unexpected success in DISCO while the title has nothing to do with disco! It leaded Ariola to propose Amanda to do a real DISCO single with German producer Anthony Monn recorded in Munich . This single featured what will be Lear's trademark :intellectual lyrics written by Amanda herself, music written by Monn, luxious arrangements by Charly Ricaneck, back up vocalists for the chorus and her deep voice even deeper with the help of dozens of cigarettes and a glass of whisky as she revealed later!. Released for Xmas 76 , the single tops the disco chart and goes to n°12 on the Sales chart, in Italy it will go to N°4. Ariola signed her for 7 year and 6 albums for a figure considered as astronomic by Amanda herself. She wanted to become a rock singer and Disco will make her immensely wealthy
Her audience mixed young teenagers, housewifes and gays!
Ó Cão do Nilo, pode-me explicar o que essa personagem híbrida tem a ver com a Blondie? Acho que se enganou no público-alvo :))) Não vejo algumas semelhanças. Pelos vistos, tb se inclui na lista dos fãs da dita senhora/senhor- agora já que segmentou tão bem os públicos-alvo, diga-me- em qual/quais se insere? Olhe gaba-lhe a paciência, mas não a ciência e muito menos s intuição! Credo!
(esta parece Roskov como diz a Teresa, mas não, muito pelo contrário, pois Roskov não é certamente pois Roskov não age nem pensa assim (uma lady de nylon será sempre uma lady já uma porcalhota (não há uma terra assim chamada em Portugal???- é só para criatr o intertexto com o outro post:) de setim será sempre uma porcalhota :)....a matéria não faz a essência e aparências iludem sempre- olhe a sua musa, pelo que discorreu, não enganou meio mundo??? A Gaga tb não o quer fazer? Será que nela se inspirou... Mas a Blondie, a dos Goldfrapp, a Kim Carnes são de outro Campeonato :)
cetim, of course :) fui buscar a base do vocábulo em Inglês :) aqui fica mais uma para alegrar (foi ao calhas- às vezes gosto de abrir o youtube como faço com a Bíblia para ver a Mensagem do dia :))) http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uAhsakrMG-c&feature=related
Ai, que me esqueci da consulta psicanalítica a uma figura-tipo que, infelizmente, bem conheço e que é, regra geral, mais viperina do que qualquer mulher- a bicha...ora a bicha distingue-se dos gays que tb conheço e me dou muito bem, porque, no fundo, quer ser mulher e como não pode sê-lo tudo o que é mulher bonita está feita! E se, por acaso, a mulher bonita tem o azar até de se cruzar com o Quiduxo da bicha? Ui!!!! Saim de baixo! Olhe eu, que me considero uma cidadã liberal e cosmopolita, i.e., respeitando as liberdades individuais de cada um, desde que não façam mal a alguém, nesse caso da bichice aguda e do das mulheres que são mais para cá do que para lá sou completamente homofóbica! A sério, não é por mal, é mesmo por não querer nada a ver com criaturas meio desequilibradas (haverá dignísimas excepções, mas em termos indutivos, ainda não encontrei uma e já aturei por demais as paranóias e madades alheias tanto de umas como de outras...:). Como tal, estranho que a sua diva fosse adorada por criaturas desse género híbrido que quer ser o que não é e quer estar com quem não pode...