Maaaaannnn... this song drives me cr... wait for it... azy! And so do you... Crazy!
sexta-feira, 2 de março de 2012
Dia 243
Little wing - interesting nickname for such an important person. The person Jimmy Hendrix wrote a love poem to...
Dia 243
Little wing - interesting nickname for such an important person. The person Jimmy Hendrix wrote a love poem to...
quinta-feira, 1 de março de 2012
Dia 242
Say it. Just go ahead... say what I need to hear. Time heals it all, doesn't it? Makes us forget, you bet, but has it? What's happened to us, friends or foes? I couldn't tell. All I know is that there's plenty more fish in the sea, but not the one for me. Maybe some moments are meant to be, some people are supposed to meet, some times are too good to happen again. It's like walking towards a big castle made of sand, heartbeats on the palm of your hand while gentle waves sweep it away. If I could just..., just leave it. You breathe and keep walking; it sinks, you keep watching; it dies and lives intensely. You need to warm up your heart, I need to forget the part you used to play. There's plenty more fish in the sea - not right now, not right here. I'll sit and wait for time to stop trying me.
Dia 242
Say it. Just go ahead... say what I need to hear. Time heals it all, doesn't it? Makes us forget, you bet, but has it? What's happened to us, friends or foes? I couldn't tell. All I know is that there's plenty more fish in the sea, but not the one for me. Maybe some moments are meant to be, some people are supposed to meet, some times are too good to happen again. It's like walking towards a big castle made of sand, heartbeats on the palm of your hand while gentle waves sweep it away. If I could just..., just leave it. You breathe and keep walking; it sinks, you keep watching; it dies and lives intensely. You need to warm up your heart, I need to forget the part you used to play. There's plenty more fish in the sea - not right now, not right here. I'll sit and wait for time to stop trying me.
quarta-feira, 29 de fevereiro de 2012
Dia 241
Essa música já esteve aqui, na voz do lendário Sid Vicious, mas creio que, mesmo perto da morte, a única coisa que ele imprimiu ao cantá-la foi a necessidade de continuar se prostituindo, vivendo na pele de um personagem que garantia dinheiro para o próximo papelote. Vejo Sid meio como Dorian Gray, cuja vida foi roubada pelo personagem, e tenho pra mim que ele já se sentia morto há muito tempo.
Na voz de Elvis, no entanto, dá pra ter uma ideia do que vem a ser cantar com a alma; sentir a letra. Último show, últimos momentos, impressões que ficaram para a posteridade - imaginação à parte...
Ainda assim, acho que há espaço para os dois nessa letra. Essa é a parte do Sid:
Yes there were times I'm sure you knew
When I bit off more than I could chew
But through it all when there was doubt
I ate it up and spit it out, I faced it all
And I stood tall and did it my way
When I bit off more than I could chew
But through it all when there was doubt
I ate it up and spit it out, I faced it all
And I stood tall and did it my way
E essa é a do Elvis:
I've loved, I've laughed and cried
I've had my fill, my share of losing
And now as tears subside
I find it all so amusing
To think I did all that
And may I say not in a shy way
Oh no, oh no, not me
I did it my way
I've had my fill, my share of losing
And now as tears subside
I find it all so amusing
To think I did all that
And may I say not in a shy way
Oh no, oh no, not me
I did it my way
Finally, as duas versões para todos os gostos:
Right or wrong, do it your way - and expect no guarantee of chosing the right path.
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