sexta-feira, novembro 05, 2004
What became of the lovely lass
Hey boy, hey girl. I’m still alive and kicking, thank you very much.
Semaninha punk-rock por aqui. Feriado imprensado? Hã? Dei aula na segunda e tive uma reunião de trabalho em plena manhã de Dia de Finados. Workaholic descontrol mode definitely on.
Mas, vejam só, lembram daquele terceiro emprego? I got it. Preciso de um dia de 36 horas, mas isso é outra história. Por enquanto, só posso dizer que as perspectivas pra 2005 são infinitamente melhores hoje do que há uma semana.
Ando totalmente bodeada pra sair – tem show da Franjas, ops, Chrissie Hynde, aqui na ex-manguetown hoje. E eu vou ficar em casa, de camisolinha, fazendo traduções. Acho que ultimamente só o Libertines me tiraria de casa. E nem me falem no Tim Festival. Perder o Libertines é uma coisa, perder a PJ é outra completamente diferente. Fuckety fuck.
Mas amanhã tem o concerto da Sinfônica de São Paulo no Teatro de Santa Isabel, que é um dos poucos lugares nesta cidade onde eu realmente posso dizer que amo ir. E o programa tem Beethoven e Rossini, ora essa. A bestest friend não precisou de muito esforço pra me convencer a ir. Ok, exagerei, o Libertines não é a única coisa que me tiraria de casa. Mas ando precisando de motivos muuuuuito bons.
E se alguém das escolas me falar em mais reuniões nas próximas duas semanas, vou fingir uma tuberculose galopante. Como esse povo gosta de conversar.
E agora eu vou ali no cinema ver a Julianne Moore. Ciao.
Please don't get me wrong
See I forgive you in a song
Will call the Likely Lads
But if it's left to you
I know exactly what you'd do
With all the dreams we had
Just blood runs thicker, oh
We're as thick as thieves, you know
If that's important to you
It's important to me
I tried to make you see
But you don't wanna know
You don't want to know!
If you pipe all summer long
Then get forgiven in a song
Well that's a touch, my lad
They sold the rights to all the wrongs
And when they knew you'd give me songs
Welcome back, I said
The blood runs thicker, oh
We're as thick as thieves, you know
If that's important to you
It's important to me
I tried to make you see
But you don't wanna know
You don't want to know!
Oh what became of the Likely Lads?
What became of the dreams we had?
Oh what became of forever?
Oh what became of forever?
Though, we'll never know
Please don't get me wrong
See I forgive you in a song
Will call the Likely Lads
We all bought the ones
We taught 'em all we wrote the songs
That's filled with dreams we have
But blood runs thicker, oh
We're as thick as thieves, you know
If that's important to you
It's important to me
I tried to make you see
But you don't wanna know
You don't want to know!
Oh what became of the Likely Lads?
What became of the dreams we had?
Oh what became of forever?
Oh what became of forever?
We'll never know!
Ah, ia esquecendo – finalmente entreguei a monografia. Final version nº 3. Espero que seja final, mesmo, dessa vez...
posted by
Viviane at 3:59:00 PM
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