::28.10.03::
BETH & NINA
Ouvindo meu novo cd da Beth Gibbons, especialmente gravado…Tudo muito lindo e melancólico, definitivamente não combina com computador e luz fria. Pede sim, uma mínima luz, fraquinha, um ambiente confortável, um sofá fofo e fundo, que, fechando o cenário, fique de frente para uma pequena varanda, com as luzes da Lagoa acesas ao fundo...E sim, uma boa companhia, sempre.
Estava ouvindo essa quando lembrei da Nina, e lembrei da outra música, que miraculosamente eu consegui colocar, em tabela...Uma do lado da outra, imaginando como seria se as duas se encontrassem, e trocassem algumas figurinhas sobre corações partidos...
Tom the model
Beth Gibbons & Rustin Man
How can I forget your tender smile
Moments that I have shared with you
Our hearts may break
But they're on their way
And there's nothing I can do
Ohh...
So do what you're gotta do
And don't misunderstand me
You know you don't ever have to worry 'bout me
I'd do it again
I can understand that it can't be
Guess it's hard as you were meant for me
But I can't hide my own despair
I guess I never will
Ohh...
So do what you're gotta do
And don't misunderstand me
You know you don't ever have to worry 'bout me
I'd do it again
So tired of life
No fairytale
So hold your fire
'Cause I need you
Ohh...
Just do what you're gotta do
And don't misunderstand me
You know you don't ever have to worry 'bout me
I'd do it again
Do what you're gotta do
And don't misunderstand me
You keep going over every word that we've said
But you don't have to worry
About me
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Do what you gotta do
Jimmy webb
*cantada pela Nina Simone*
Do what you gotta do
Come on back see me when you can
Man I can understand how it might be
Kinda hard to love a girl like me
I don’t blame you much for wanting to be free
I just wanted you to know
I’ve loved you better that your own kin did
From the very start it’s my own fault
What happens to my heart
You see I’ve always known you’d go
So you just do what you gotta do
My wild sweet love
Though it may mean that I’ll never kiss
Those sweet lips again
Pay that no mind
Find that dappled dream of yours
Come on back and see me when you can
Now I know it’ll make you feel sad
And make you feel so bad
They say you don’t treat me me like you should
They got ways to make you feels no good
I guess they got no way to know
I’ve had my eyes wide open from the start
And man you never lied to me
The part of you that they’ll never see
Is the part you’ve shown to me
So you just do what you gotta do
My wild sweet love
Though it may mean that I’ll never kiss
Those sweet lips again
Pay that no mind
Find that dappled dream of yours
Come on back and see me when you can
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:: Marcia Furriel 7:10 p.m.
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"...[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
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