sim, foste de certeza tu que me mostraste

Mas eu esqueço-me das coisas. E, sim, eu já o tinha posto aqui, mas foi há tanto tempo... E aquele vídeo já nem existe. E este é daqueles farsolas, mas ao menos dá para ouvir. E o blog, como dizê-lo?, é meu.

perfect cover

Suzanne

Suzanne takes you down to her place near the river
You can hear the boats go by
You can spend the night beside her
And you know that she's half crazy
But that's why you want to be there
And she feeds you tea and oranges
That come all the way from China
And just when you mean to tell her
That you have no love to give her
Then she gets you on her wavelength
And she lets the river answer
That you've always been her lover
And you want to travel with her
And you want to travel blind
And you know that she will trust you
For you've touched her perfect body with your mind.

And Jesus was a sailor
When he walked upon the water
And he spent a long time watching
From his lonely wooden tower
And when he knew for certain
Only drowning men could see him
He said "All men will be sailors then
Until the sea shall free them"
But he himself was broken
Long before the sky would open
Forsaken, almost human
He sank beneath your wisdom like a stone
And you want to travel with him
And you want to travel blind
And you think maybe you'll trust him
For he's touched your perfect body with his mind.

Now Suzanne takes your hand
And she leads you to the river
She is wearing rags and feathers
From Salvation Army counters
And the sun pours down like honey
On our lady of the harbour
And she shows you where to look
Among the garbage and the flowers
There are heroes in the seaweed
There are children in the morning
They are leaning out for love
And they will lean that way forever
While Suzanne holds the mirror
And you want to travel with her
And you want to travel blind
And you know that you can trust her
For she's touched your perfect body with her mind.

Leonard Cohen, Songs of Leonard Cohen, 1967

head toon of the day

Absolute Beginners, David Bowie

(dos idos de '86 para o final de Fevereiro de '09, pela mão só aparentemente improvável do Nandz)

head toon - we belong together

I say this was no game of chicken
You were aiming your best friend
That you wear like a switchblade on a chain around your neck
I think you picked this up in mexico from your dad
Now it’s daddy on the booze
And brando on the ice
Now it’s dean in the doorway
With one more way he can’t play this scene twice
So you drug her down every drag of this forbidden fit of love
And you told her to stand tall whet you kissed her
But that’s not where you were thinking...
How could a natalie wood not get sucked into a scene so custom tucked?
How now look who shows up
In the same place
In this case
I think it’s better
To face it
We belong together
We belong together

Once johnny the king made a spit ring
And all the skid kids saw a very, very proud man
And he entwine her in his finger
And she lay there like a baby in his hand
And climb upon the rooftop docks lookin’ out on the crosstown seas
And he wraps his jacket across her shoulders
And he falls and hugs and holds her on his knees
But a sailor just takes a broad down to the dark end of the fair
To turn her into a tattoo
That will whisper
Into the back of johnny’s black hair
And now johnny the king walks these streets without her in the rain
Lookin’ for a leather jacket
And a girl who wrote her name forever
A promise that
We belong together
We belong together

Shall we weigh along these streets
Young lions on the lam?
Are the signs you hid deep in your heart
All left on neon for them?
Who are foolish
Who are victim
Of the sailors and the ducky boys who would
Move into your eyes and lips and
Every tear
That falls down on the neighborhood now
I said ’bird, we just gotta tell them’
And they turn and ignore us
And the only heroes we got left
Are written right before us
And the only angel who sees us now
Watches through each other’s eyes
And I can hear him
In every footstep’s passing sigh
He goes crazy these nights
Watching heartbeats go by...
And they wisper
We belong together
We belong together

Ricky Lee Jones, Pirates, 1981

é que narciso acha feio o que não é espelho

Caetano Veloso, Sampa

gajas nas banheiras

The Mamas and Tha Papas, California Dreamin'

da série: discos da ilha deserta

Há discos que deviam dar a quem os fez o direito de não fazer mais nada na vida senão o que lhes apetecesse.

semana 39 - soundtrack

head toon (ton sur ton)

Couleur Café, Serge Gainsbourg

Uma das músicas mais cinematográficas de sempre (pelo menos no âmbito das minhas perturbações). Tivera eu jeito para fazer filmes e não me escapava a longa-metragem disto.

head toon of the day

head toon of the day

Close to You, The Carpenters, 1970

(ao vivo no bonito ano de 1971)