quinta-feira, 25 de agosto de 2005

Daughter of a Preacher Man* ou "Como 'The Tarantino Connection' pode ser estupidamente certeiro em resumir a poesia."

Billy-Ray was a Preacher's son,
And when his daddy would visit he'd come along,
When they gathered round and started talking,
Cousin Billy would take me walking,
Through the back yard we'd go walking,
Then he'd look into my eyes,
Lord knows to my suprise:

The only one who could ever reach me,
Was the son of a preacher man,
The only boy who could ever teach me,
Was the son of a preacher man,
Yes he was, he was, oh yes he was.

Being good isn't always easy,
No matter how hard I tried,
When he started sweet talking to me,
he'd come tell me everything is alright,
he'd kiss and tell me everything is alright,
Can I get away again tonight?.

The only one who could ever reach me,
Was the son of a preacher man,
The only boy who could ever teach me,
Was the son of a preacher man,
Yes he was, he was, oh yes he was.

How well I remember,
The look that was in his eyes,
Stealing kisses from me on the sly,
Taking time to make time,
Telling me that he's all mine,
Learning from each others knowing,
Looking to see how much we'd grown.

The only one who could ever reach me,
Was the son of a preacher man,
The only boy who could ever teach me,
Was the son of a preacher man,
Yes he was, he was, oh yes he was.


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*N.A.: A música na verdade se chama Son of a Preacher Man de Dusty Springfield. Dos anos sessenta e trazida por Tarantino na Ficção Polpuda. Mas como andei pouco inspirado de uma maneira estranha (feliz demais para chorar, "triste" demais para ficar pipocante), eu resolvi colocar essa pequena canção.

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(roubando direitos do Fotolog do Quotes)

Rob: The making of a great compilation tape, like breaking up, is hard to do and takes ages longer than it might seem. You gotta kick off with a killer, to grab attention. Then you got to take it up a notch, but you don't wanna blow your wad, so then you got to cool it off a notch. There are a lot of rules. Anyway... I've started to make a tape... in my head... for Laura. Full of stuff she likes. Full of stuff that make her happy. For the first time I can sort of see how that is done.

Fazer uma grande fita compilada, assim como terminar um relacionamento, é difícil e toma mais tempo que você costuma pensar. Você começa com uma arrasadora, para chamar atenção. Então voçê aumenta um pouco, mas não quer estourar com tudo, então você esfria um pouco. Existem muitas regras. De qualquer maneira... Eu comecei a fazer uma fita. Na minha cabeça. Para Laura. Cheia de coisas que ela pode gostar. Coisas que a fariam feliz. E pela primeira vez na vida eu sei como fazer isso.

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Da série "Mais QUOTES que trazem um pouco de inspiração"

- A bola é redonda. O jogo dura noventa minutos. Isso são fatos. O resto é apenas teoria. E aqui vamos nós. (Herr Schuster, de "Corra Lola Corra")

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