:: Mardoux Mardoux... ::

::11.12.03:: AL AND SEX E eu acabei não falando do Sex and The City...Assim que acabou, pensei em escrever um post sobre como eu gosto da seleção musical do seriado. As historinhas foram bacanas, o corte de cabelo da Carrie já está aceitável mas o melhor de tudo foi o bailinho dos marinheiros com Al Green tocando ao fundo. Esses marinheiros sabiam de TUDO! E no final, Carrie sai sozinha por Nova Iorque, sua cidade-namorado, ao som do Ottis Redding cantando “Try a little Tenderness”. É isso aí. Estou tentando menos comigo mesma, algo mais carinhoso, e isso é uma coisa boa. Um pouco de calma de vez em quando, até que chegue o meu inferno astral. E muuuito Al Green, para dar uma esquentadinha básica nas minhas previsões de final de semana... I Can´t Get Next to You Al Green I, oh I, can turn a gray sky blue, you see, I can make it rain when I want it to oh I, can build a castle from a single grain of sand you see, I can make a ship sail on dry land. Ain't happy am I with all the powers that I possess, girl, you're the key to my happiness, and I can't get next to you, babe can't get next to you. I've been trying a long time I don't know what to do Oooooo Let me say, I, I can fly like a bird in the sky I can buy anything that money can buy Oh I, can turn a river into a raging flood I can live forever if I so decide Ain't happy am I with all the powers that I possess, oh, you're the key, 'cause I can't get next to you, babe can't get next to you. I've been trying for such a long time [solo] Let me tell you that I, I can turn back the hands of time you better believe I can Oh I, you see, I can make the seasons change just by waving my hand Let me say, I, I can change anything from old to new, girl, oh I, all the things I want to do the most, you see, I'm unable to do unimportant, all these things that I'm trying to do the other day, girl, you see, I can't get next to you, baby can't get next to you I've been tryin a long time... oh if somebody'd only help me... oh, let me, let me go... whooooo... I, I've been working on it baby I've been thinking about it you see, I've been trying to call you all day long but, you see, I don't have your phone number, honey I, I've been thinking about you baby something awful, you see, sometime I feel like I want to moan about it and I just don't know what to say and I say Mmmmmm... :: Marcia Furriel 7:43 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..::]