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SATURDAY NIGHT FEVER
Hoje tem tudo pra se fazer nesse Rio de Janeiro: Show dos LOSER Manos e Orquestra Imperial, show de Elba, Daniela e Fernanda na praia de Copa e festa do Baco, a maldita festa do Baco da EBA, no Cine Íris. Mas na verdade, na verdade, eu não quero ir pra nada disso. Queria ficar em casa, só eu, meu partner dançante e o nosso Marvin Gaye. Super night fever, nada melhor NESSE MUNDO do que a introdução de Let´s get it on.
Keep dreamin’.
Let´s get it on
Marvin Gaye/ Ed Townsend
I've been really tryin , baby
Tryin to hold back these feelings for so long
And if you feel, like I feel baby
Come on, oh come on,
Let's get it on
Lets get it on
Let's get it on
Let's get it on
We're all sensitive people
With so much love to give, understand me sugar
Since we got to be
Lets say, I love you
There's nothin wrong with me
Lovin you---
And givin yourself to me can never be wrong
If the love is true
Don't you know how sweet and wonderful, life can be
I'm askin you baby, to get it on with me
I aint gonna worry, I aint gonna push
So come on, come on, come on, come on baby
Stop beatin round the bush....
Let's get it on
Let's get it on
Let's get it on
Let's get it on
:: Marcia Furriel 4:23 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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