:: Mardoux Mardoux... ::

::14.5.04:: Might as well face it, you're addicted to love Brincando de soulseek, realizo que vou chorar no dia em que souber que a Tina Turner morreu. É sério. Lembrando o post da nossa Brenda Tupiniquim, ligo o som nas alturas mas SEM gravador, por ser deveras insuportável ouvir a minha própria voz. Tina cantando Robert Palmer. Imaginação ligada: Tubinho preto, tenho. Cabelos presos bem atrás com um coque, com um vidro inteiro de gel pra segurar, ok (eu também tenho, o cabelo). Instrumento musical, imaginário. Uma guitarra daquelas bem gays, com labaredas de fogo vermelho. Solto o play, me posiciono para as câmeras, aquela cara de pouquíssimos amigos, séria e quase carrancuda (que eu também tenho, olha a coincidência!). As colegas imaginárias, no mesmo modelito e VOILÁ, temos o clipe montado. Só que na voz e nos berros da Tina, que servem melhor ao meu "tom". Nem precisa estar adicta, é só não se ter muito mais pra fazer numa sexta-feira. CANTEM COMIGO: Addicted to Love Robert Palmer Your lights are on, but you're not home Your mind is not your own Your heart sweats, your body shakes Another kiss is what it takes You can't sleep, you can't eat There's no doubt, you're in deep Your throat is tight, you can't breathe Another kiss is all you need Whoa, you like to think that you're immune to the stuff, oh yeah It's closer to the truth to say you can't get enough You know you're gonna have to face it, you're addicted to love You see the signs, but you can't read You're runnin' at a different speed Your heart beats in double time Another kiss and you'll be mine, a one track mind You can't be saved Oblivion is all you crave If there's some left for you You don't mind if you do Whoa, you like to think that you're immune to the stuff, oh yeah It's closer to the truth to say you can't get enough You know you're gonna have to face it, you're addicted to love Might as well face it, you're addicted to love Might as well face it, you're addicted to love Your lights are on, but you're not home Your will is not your own You're heart sweats and teeth grind Another kiss and you'll be mine Whoa, you like to think that you're immune to the stuff, oh yeah It's closer to the truth to say you can't get enough You know you're gonna have to face it, you're addicted to love Might as well face it, you're addicted to love Might as well face it, you're addicted to love Might as well face it, you're addicted to love Might as well face it, you're addicted to love Might as well face it, you're addicted to love :: Marcia Furriel 5:01 p.m. [+] :: ...

[::..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..::]