Tactear o transitório. Ser fulguração. Sentir o esgar da revolta, da ironia, do espanto...

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Is That All There Is? - Ode to Peggy Lee
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SPOKEN:I remember when I was a very little girl, our house caught on fire
I'll never forget the look on my father's face as he gathered me up in his arms
and raced through the burning building out to the pavement
I stood there shivering in my pijamas and watched the whole world go up in flames
And when it was all over I said to myself, "Is that all there is to a fire?"

SUNG:Is that all there is, is that all there is
If that's all there is my friends, then let's keep dancing
Let's break out the booze and have a ball
If that's all there is

SPOKEN:And when I was 12 years old, my daddy took me to the circus, the greatest show on earth
There were clowns and elephants and dancing bears
And a beautiful lady in pink tights flew high above our heads
And as I sat there watching
I had the feeling that something was missing
I don't know what, but when it was over,I said to myself, "Is that all there is to the circus?"

SUNG: (...)

SPOKEN: And then I fell in love, with the most wonderful boy in the world
We take long walks down by the river or just sit for hours gazing into each other's eyes
We were so very much in love.Then one day, he went away. And I thought I'd die...but I didn't
And when I didn't I said to myself, "Is that all there is to love?"

SUNG: (...)

SPOKEN:I know what you must be saying to yourselves
If that's the way she feels about it why doesn't she just end it all?
Oh, no. Not me. I'm not ready for that final disappointment
Cause I know just as well as I'm standing here talking to you
when that final moment comes and I'm breathing my last breath, I'll be saying to myself,

SUNG: (...)
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That's all, folks.
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01 Dezembro 2006

9 comentários:

St. J. said...

then let's keep dancing...

;)

intruso said...

...ainda não tinha visto estes dois últimos... últimos (não soa bem.....)

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Tenho a certeza de que fica muito por dizer/escrever/ler, aqui...
impossível ser tudo,
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a ball... if that's all there is


beijo

St. J. said...

Saudades.
Bom Natal.

Nem que seja, por uma vírgula, mas aparece...

Abssinto said...

Gostei. E muito! bela canção.

um beijo e a promessa de voltar.

*

Maria Strüder said...

Querida, desejo-te que todos os teus dias sejam felizes, se não puderem ser todos, que os outros sejam razoáveis.
Um beijo para alguém que me ficou querido no coração.
O bem para ti Nan.

intruso said...

(voltar?)

esperemos...

:)

Letras de Babel said...

para todos vocês que suavizaram o luto que precisei fazer..

para todos vocês que deram sentido a uma existência fora de mim

(ou que me devolveram a mim)

vocês sabem
(não são necessárias mais palavras)
estou aqui.

Abssinto said...

Estás!:)...e agora já sabes da nossa doce prima ballerina azul.

Beijocas

Letras de Babel said...

pois, abssinto, soube-o ao ler uns comentários no teu blog...e depois parti à descoberta, por aí :)


(e estou!)

beijo

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