:: Mardoux Mardoux... ::

::9.2.04:: AINDA SOBRE JIMI Só pra colar, uma das minhas favoritas mesmo, que faz parte do tal Álbum Clássico. Também ótima para dançar, de saia rodadinha. Crosstown Traffic Jimi Hendrix You jump in front of my car when you, you know all the time that Ninty miles an hour, girl, is the speed I drive You tell me it's alright, you don't mind a little pain You say you just want me to take you for a ride You're just like crosstown traffic So hard to get through to you Crosstown traffic I don't need to run over you Crosstown traffic All you do is slow me down And I'm tryin' to get on the other side of town I'm not the only soul who's accused of hit and run Tire tracks all across your back I can see you had your fun But darlin' can't you see my signals turn from green to red And with you I can see a traffic jam straight up ahead You're just like crosstown traffic So hard to get through to you Crosstown traffic I don't need to run over you Crosstown traffic All you do is slow me down And I got better things on the other side of town Yeah! yeah! Crosstown traffic Look out Look out baby Coming through Crosstown traffic Yeah! look out crosstown traffic yeah look out Look out look out baby crosstown traffic Yeah, look out What's that in the street? Crosstown traffic Yeah, look out Crosstown traffic Yeah look out :: Marcia Furriel 11:57 a.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..::]