sexta-feira, 25 de maio de 2007

Aquela coisa de pele

O decreto dos limites das despesas de comandante e secretauros deixa a gente confuso. Melhor buscar conforto na música, já que
Bate, ninguém repica,
Xinga, ninguém replica,
Humilha, ninguém suplica.
E todo mundo fica.
Como se justifica?
Cole Porter explica.
I've got you under my skin
I have got you deep in the heart of me
So deep in my heart, you're really a part of me
And I've got you under my skin

I have tried so, not to give in
I've said to myself this affair it never would go so well
But why should I try to resist when
I know so well
That I've got you under my skin

I would sacrifice anything come what might
For the sake of having you near
In spite of a warning voice,
that comes in the night and
repeats in my ear
Don't you know you fool you never can win
Use your mentality, wake up to reality
For each time I do,
just the thought of you
makes me stop before I begin
Because I've got you under my skin

O MAX recomenda a interpretação insuperável de Frank Sinatra com a orquestra de Nelson Riddle; a outra, em dueto, só vale mesmo pelo Bono. Tem versão de Cauby Peixoto, no CD dos seus duetos cantando músicas de Sinatra.

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