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DA SÉRIE GRANDES CANÇÕES QUE SÃO FODA
Provavelmente uma das músicas que eu mais gosto nessa vida, uma daquelas que eu simplesmente não me canso de descobrir novas versões, e uma daquelas que eu cantaria facilmente, se alguém um dia me pedisse:-) E tem Baby na letra, lógico.
I've Got a Crush on You
Ira & George Gershwin
How glad the many millions of Timothys and Williams
Would be to capture me
But you had such persistence,
you wore down my resistance
I fell, and it was swell
You're my big and brave and handsome Romeo
How I won you, I shall never, never know
It's not that you're attractive
but, oh, my heart grew active
When you came into view
I've got a crush on you, sweetie pie
All the day and night-time,
hear me sigh
I never had the least notion
That I could fall with so much emotion
Could you coo?
Could you care
For a cunning cottage we could share?
The world will pardon my mush
'Cause I've got a crush, my baby, on you
(instrumental break)
Could you coo?
Could you care
For a cunning cottage we could share?
The world will pardon my mush
'Cause I've got a crush, my baby, on you
Yes, I've got a crush, my baby, on you
*Versão modernosa, cantada pelo Luscious Jackson, cd Red+Hot+Rhapsody*
:: Marcia Furriel 9:19 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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