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MOMENTO SUPER OVER THINKING DESCONTROL
Catso! Se não fosse a minha querida amiga Pops, acho que já teria feito uma meeeeeeerda bem grande por essas horas. Talvez seja tudo ainda parte do meu descontrol pós-alien-cut, whatever...Passei o dia inteiro olhando pro computador, ele olhando pra mim, corta pro almoço, volta, faz fofoquinha com a colega, troca de cds com a outra colega, sai pra passear de carrinho, volta, compra chiclete, lê a letra do encarte, pensa em mandar mensagem, manda, pensa em telefonar, telefona, pensa em falar o que queria falar, não fala, não sabe, não SABEEEE!!!!! ARght.
Só melhorou mesmo agora, no final da noite, porque demos a tradicional "saída....pela esquerda" e fomos parar no BarraShopping, saciar o descontrol com um sapatinho ou então alguns cds, que acabou sendo a opção. Afe, nada como comprar novos cds bons, daqueles que você tem certeza que vai gostar, no matter what.
PAra começar, aproveitando a deixa da Paulinha, comprei o LETS GET LOST, que de tão, tão, tão super mega foda bom, tive que ter, não deu só pra copiar o dela...
Let's defrost, in a romantic mist;
Let's get crossed off ev'rybody's list.
To celebrate this night we found each other,
Darling, let's get lost.
Depois, na seção dos nacionais, RIta Lee & Tutti Frutti, FRUTO PROIBIDO e Beto Guedes, AMOR DE ÍNDIO. É sim, eu gosto de Beto Guedes...Principalmente desse cd. Os dois tem a mesma história, praticamente: já conheço há anos, mas nunca os tive. Por 10 real cada um, são meus para todo o sempre desde hoje...
E por fim, last but not least, o som maravilhoso que estou ouvindo at the moment, Louis Armstrong and Duke Ellington, DUKE's PLACE. Tem cada uma espetacular, mas, sobretudo, tem Just Squeeze Me, que eu ainda vou ouvir sendo cantada pra mim... All time favorite, that is what it is. E essa eu não resisto, vou colar toda aqui e cantar junto, enquanto aguardo o soninho chegar.
Just Squeeze Me (But don't tease me)
Lee Gaines
Treat me sweet and gentle
When you say goodnight
Just squeeze me
But please don't tease me
I get sentimental
When you hold me tight
Just squeeze me
But please don't tease me
Missing you since you went away
Singin' the blues away each day
Counting the nights and waiting for you
I'm in the mood to let you know
I never knew I loved you so
Please say, you love me too
When I get this feeling
I'm in ecstasy
So squeeze me
But don't tease me
Missing you since you went away
Singin' the blues away each day
Counting the nights and waiting for you
I'm in the mood to let you know
I never knew I loved you so
Please say, you love me too
When I get this feeling
I'm in ecstasy
So squeeze me
But please don't tease me
C'mon and squeeze me
But please don't tease me
Hear me honey, talkin'
squeeze me
But please don't tease me
:: Marcia Furriel 12:16 a.m.
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DO LIVRO
The Subterraneans
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