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por Carla Hilário Quevedo, em 29.04.05
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por Carla Hilário Quevedo, em 29.04.05
Bigger, longer and uncut: deixo-vos ainda o resto da letra de You're the Top. Resta ao leitor cantar por cima.
You're the top
You're an arrow collar
You're the top
You're a Coolidge dollar
You're the nimble tread
Of the feet of Fred Astaire
You're an O'Neill drama
You're Whistler's mama
You're camembert
You're a rose
You're Inferno's Dante
You're the nose
On the great Durante
I'm just in a way
As the French would say, "de trop"
But if, baby, I'm the bottom
You're the top
You're the top
You're a dance in Bali
You're the top
You're a hot tamale
You're an angel, you
Simply too, too, too diveen
You're a Boticcelli
You're Keats
You're Shelly
You're Ovaltine!
You're a boom
You're the dam at Boulder
You're the moon
Over Mae West's shoulder
I'm the nominee of the G.O.P.
Or GOP! But if, baby, I'm the bottom
You're the top
You're the top
You're a Waldorf salad
You're the top
You're a Berlin ballad
You're the boats that glide
On the sleepy Zuider Zee
You're an old Dutch master
You're Lady Astor
You're broccoli
You're romance
You're the steppes of Russia
You're the pants, on a Roxy usher
I'm a broken doll, a fol-de-rol, a blop,
But if, baby, I'm the bottom
You're the top!
You're the top
You're an arrow collar
You're the top
You're a Coolidge dollar
You're the nimble tread
Of the feet of Fred Astaire
You're an O'Neill drama
You're Whistler's mama
You're camembert
You're a rose
You're Inferno's Dante
You're the nose
On the great Durante
I'm just in a way
As the French would say, "de trop"
But if, baby, I'm the bottom
You're the top
You're the top
You're a dance in Bali
You're the top
You're a hot tamale
You're an angel, you
Simply too, too, too diveen
You're a Boticcelli
You're Keats
You're Shelly
You're Ovaltine!
You're a boom
You're the dam at Boulder
You're the moon
Over Mae West's shoulder
I'm the nominee of the G.O.P.
Or GOP! But if, baby, I'm the bottom
You're the top
You're the top
You're a Waldorf salad
You're the top
You're a Berlin ballad
You're the boats that glide
On the sleepy Zuider Zee
You're an old Dutch master
You're Lady Astor
You're broccoli
You're romance
You're the steppes of Russia
You're the pants, on a Roxy usher
I'm a broken doll, a fol-de-rol, a blop,
But if, baby, I'm the bottom
You're the top!
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por Carla Hilário Quevedo, em 29.04.05
The sound of bomba: You're the Top talvez seja o único tema de Cole Porter que Ella Fitzgerald canta com alguma alegria. Parece-me que o Night and Day que aqui deixei ontem era demasiado triste. Prefiro a versão de Sinatra.
You're the Top
de Cole Porter
You're the top
You're the Coliseum
You're the top
You're the Louvre Museum
You're a melody from a symphony by Strauss
You're a Bendel bonnet
A Shakespeare's sonnet
You're Mickey Mouse
You're the Nile
You're the Tower of Pisa
You're the smile on the Mona Lisa
I'm a worthless check, a total wreck, a flop
But if, baby, I'm the bottom you're the top!
You're the top
You're Mahatma Gandhi
You're the top
You're Napoleon Brandy
You're the purple light
Of a summer night in Spain
You're the National Gallery
You're Crosby's salary
You're cellophane
You're sublime
You're a turkey dinner
You're the time of a Derby winner
I'm a toy balloon that's fated soon to pop
But if, baby, I'm the bottom
You're the top
You're the Top
de Cole Porter
You're the top
You're the Coliseum
You're the top
You're the Louvre Museum
You're a melody from a symphony by Strauss
You're a Bendel bonnet
A Shakespeare's sonnet
You're Mickey Mouse
You're the Nile
You're the Tower of Pisa
You're the smile on the Mona Lisa
I'm a worthless check, a total wreck, a flop
But if, baby, I'm the bottom you're the top!
You're the top
You're Mahatma Gandhi
You're the top
You're Napoleon Brandy
You're the purple light
Of a summer night in Spain
You're the National Gallery
You're Crosby's salary
You're cellophane
You're sublime
You're a turkey dinner
You're the time of a Derby winner
I'm a toy balloon that's fated soon to pop
But if, baby, I'm the bottom
You're the top
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por Carla Hilário Quevedo, em 28.04.05
Eu sabia que isto estava escrito em qualquer sítio (20)
"Ninguém pode escrever objectivamente sobre si próprio e isso porque haverá sempre algum motivo que nos leva a fazê-lo. E porque os motivos mudam à medida que escrevemos. E tudo se complica, porque quanto mais 'objectivos' tencionamos ser, mais teremos de dar conta dos motivos variáveis que entram em jogo."
de Conversas com Wittgenstein, O. K. Bouwsma, Lisboa, Relógio d'Água, p. 118.
"Ninguém pode escrever objectivamente sobre si próprio e isso porque haverá sempre algum motivo que nos leva a fazê-lo. E porque os motivos mudam à medida que escrevemos. E tudo se complica, porque quanto mais 'objectivos' tencionamos ser, mais teremos de dar conta dos motivos variáveis que entram em jogo."
de Conversas com Wittgenstein, O. K. Bouwsma, Lisboa, Relógio d'Água, p. 118.
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por Carla Hilário Quevedo, em 28.04.05
Verdades absolutas: "O mundo do homem feliz é muito diferente do do infeliz", Ludwig Wittgenstein.
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por Carla Hilário Quevedo, em 28.04.05
The sound of bomba: mais um dia de sol e mais um Porter-Fitzgerald a acompanhar. Only you beneath the moon or under the sun...
Night and Day
de Cole Porter
Like the beat beat beat of the tom-tom
When the jungle shadows fall
Like the tick tick tock of the stately clock
As it stands against the wall
Like the drip drip drip of the raindrops
When the summer shower is through
So a voice within me keeps repeating you, you, you
Night and day, you are the one
Only you beneath the moon or under the sun
Whether near to me, or far
It's no matter darling where you are
I think of you
Day and night, night and day, why is it so
That this longing for you follows wherever I go
In the roaring traffic's boom
In the silence of my lonely room
I think of you
Day and night, night and day
Under the hide of me
There's an oh such a hungry yearning burning inside of me
And this torment won't be through
Until you let me spend my life making love to you
Day and night, night and day
Night and Day
de Cole Porter
Like the beat beat beat of the tom-tom
When the jungle shadows fall
Like the tick tick tock of the stately clock
As it stands against the wall
Like the drip drip drip of the raindrops
When the summer shower is through
So a voice within me keeps repeating you, you, you
Night and day, you are the one
Only you beneath the moon or under the sun
Whether near to me, or far
It's no matter darling where you are
I think of you
Day and night, night and day, why is it so
That this longing for you follows wherever I go
In the roaring traffic's boom
In the silence of my lonely room
I think of you
Day and night, night and day
Under the hide of me
There's an oh such a hungry yearning burning inside of me
And this torment won't be through
Until you let me spend my life making love to you
Day and night, night and day
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