:: Mardoux Mardoux... ::

::1.7.03:: WE'RE STARTING UP A BRAND NEW DAY Ah, e teve mais surpresa sim, ontem. Média surpresa, porque eu já sabia que ia passar o show do Sting no multishow. Mas sempre vale a pena lembrar que COISA LOUCA que é o Sting, não? Cada vez mais, com o passar dos tempos, a coisa melhora que é uma beleza. E teve até participação do Stevie Wonder, que enriquece qualquer seresta. E ainda uma música que era da novela “O Clone”, Desert Rose,que em todas as outras circunstâncias seria breguíssima, mas como é com o Sting, tudo muda. Até dancei em frente a tv (como se isso fosse incomum, hahahahaha). Preciso comprar esse dvd também. E o do Frank+Ella+Jobim, custe o que custar. A melhor da noite foi mesmo a “Brand New Day”, que eu já cantava mas nunca me liguei na letra (acontece). Achei apropriadíssima pra noite de ontem, pra semana que segue e para os meus próximos, hummm, 5 meses solta por aí. Brand New Day Sting How many of you people out there Been hurt in some kind of love affair? And how many times did you swear That you'd never love again? How many lonely, sleepless nights? How many lies, how many fights? And why would you want to Put yourself through all of that again? "Love is pain," I hear you say Love has a cruel and bitter way of Paying you back for all the faith you ever had in your brain How could it be that what you need the most Can leave you feeling just like a ghost? You never want to feel so sad and lost again One day you could be looking Through an old book in rainy weather You see a picture of her smiling at you When you were still together Or you could be walking down the street And who should you chance to meet But that same old smile you've been thinking of all day? Why don't we turn the clock to zero, honey I'll sell the stock, we'll spend all the money We're starting up a brand new day Turn the clock all the way back I wonder if she'll take me back I'm thinking in a brand new way Turn the clock to zero, sister You'll never know how much I missed her I'm starting up a brand new day Turn the clock to zero, boss The river's wide, we'll swim across We’re starting up a brand new day It could happen to you, Just like it happened to me, There's simply no immunity There's no guarantee. I say love's such a force if you find yourself in it You need some time for reflection You say, baby wait a minute, wait a minute Wait a minute, wait a minute Wait a minute, wait a minute Turn the clock to zero, honey I'll sell the stock, we'll spend all the money We're starting up a brand new day Turn the clock to zero, Mac I'm begging her to take me back I'm thinking in a brand new way Turn the clock to zero, boss The river's wide, we'll swim across We're starting up a brand new day Turn the clock to zero buddy Don't wanna be no fuddy duddy Started up a brand new day I'm the rhythm in your tune I'm the sun and you're the moon I'm the bat and you're the cave You're the beach and I'm the wave I’m the plow and you’re the land You're the glove and I'm the hand I'm the train and you're the station I'm a flagpole to your nation - yeah Stand up all you lovers in the world Stand up and be counted every boy and every girl Stand up all you lovers in the world Starting up a brand new day I'm the present to your future You're the wound and I'm the suture You're the magnet to my pole I'm the devil in your soul You're the pupil I'm the teacher You're the church and I'm the preacher You're the flower I'm the rain You're the tunnel I'm the train Stand up all you lovers in the world Stand up and be counted every boy and every girl Stand up all you lovers in the world Starting up a brand new day You're the crop to my rotation You're the sum of my equation I'm the answer to your question If you follow my suggestion We can turn this ship around We'll go up instead of down You're the pan and I'm the handle You're the flame and I'm the candle Stand up all you lovers in the world Stand up and be counted every boy and every girl Stand up all you lovers in the world We're starting up a brand new day :: Marcia Furriel 12:25 p.m. [+] :: ... Comments: Enviar um comentário

[::..perfil..::] "...[R]eturning to the Red Drum for sets, to hear Bird, whom I saw distinctly digging Mardou several times also myself directly into my eye looking to search if I was really the great writer I thought myself to be as if he knew my thoughts and ambitions or remembered me from other night clubs and other coasts, other Chicagos--not a challenging look but the king and founder of the bop generation at least the sound of it in digging his audience digging his eyes, the secret eyes him-watching, as he just pursed his lips and let great lungs and immortal fingers work, his eyes separate and interested and humane, the kindest jazz musician there could be while being and therefore naturally the greatest--watching Mardou and me in the infancy of our love and probably wondering why, or knowing it wouldn't last, or seeing who it was would be hurt, as now, obviously, but not quite yet, it was Mardou whose eyes were shining in my direction, though I could not have known and now do not definitely know--except the one fact, on the way home, the session over the beer in the Mask drunk we went home on the Third Street bus sadly through night and throb knock neons and when I suddenly leaned over her to shout something further (in her secret self as later confessed) her heart leapt to smell the "sweetness of my breath" (quote) and suddenly she almost loved me--" DO LIVRO The Subterraneans [::.. perfil sarcástico..::]