segunda-feira, março 30, 2009

Tom Courtenay (BY yo la tengo)


Julie Christie, the rumors are true
As the pages turn, my eyes are glued
To the movie star and his sordid life
Mr. X and his old-suffering wife
I spent so much time dreaming about Eleanor Bron
In my room with the curtains drawn
See her in the arms of Paul
Say it, I can say no more
As the music swells somehow stronger from adversity
Our hero finds his inner peace
So now I'm looking for a lucky charm
With a needle hanging out of its arm

As time goes by I know it's gonna happen
I know it's going away
Gonna take its toll, gonna take its toll
Gonna take my time
And I'm thinking about the way things are
And I'm thinking about the way things were
Thinking about Eleanor Bron
And I'm thinking about a lucky charm
And I'm thinking about the needle
Oh, I'm thinking about the needle
And I'm thinking about...

sábado, março 07, 2009

Austin Tv (echar de menos)


TE extrañaré y muchas gracias por los consejos, Chaparrita (dicas de filme e música)

quarta-feira, março 04, 2009

Assisti hoje, deveria ter assistido muito antes


Una película basada en "La voz" de Jean Cocteau. Es estupenda. No lo digo más porque hablo con las patas.

Noite dos palhaços mudos

(...) estes seres ignóbeis, com sua obstinada e teimosa mudez ameaçam as bases de nossa sociedade, nossa religião e nossas famílias!! (...)
O festival ibero americano de teatro no Memorial está muito legal, a abertura foi com Laerte e hoje tem Nelson Rodrigues

Na USP

A melhor coisa que existe na usp depois da tapioca vegetariana é a videoteca da eca - mas a videoteca podia ser melhor.


Epitaph for my heart

Caution: to prevent electric shock do not remove cover

No user-serviceable parts inside Refer servicing to qualified

service personnel"

Let this be the epitaph for my heart Cupid put too much poison in the dart

This is the epitaph for my heart because it's gone, gone gone

and life goes on and on a non and death goes on, world without end

and you're not my friend Who will mourn the passing of my heart

Will its little droppings climb the pop chart Who'll take its ashes and,

singing, fling them from the top of the Brill Building And life goes on,

and dawn, and dawn and death goes on, world without end and you're

not my friend