Olha esse comercial de 1976:

Vi no 100 Nexos.

Viu o poster da biografia da Coco Chanel?

Adivinha qual das duas versões é a brasileira?

É, amigo… Vi no Ultra.

Bb Bb/A Bb/Ab
Lazy man who can’t find his words all caught up inside his head
Cm F
He is there with you
Cm F
He is there with you

Bb Bb/A
And when he can’t speak from too much wine
Bb/Ab
You’re always there with his line
Cm F
He wants to go home
C F
You know that jolly show must go on

Bb Bb/A Bb/Ab
But he sees me on you and you on summer buzz and summer heat
Cm F
But I don’t know
Cm F
For go to the picture show today

Bb Bb/A
We’re living day by day
Bb/Ab
And we both know that this world
Cm F
Can make no sense
Cm F
When you jumped everybody’s fence, yeah

Bb Bb/A
We’re living endlessly
Bb/Ab
And we both know that this world
Cm F
Can make no sense
Cm F
When you jumped everybody’s fence

Bb Bb/A Bb/Ab
And you know it can
Cm F Cm F
Yeah, you know we can, yeah, yeah
Bb Bb/A Bb/Ab
Yeah, you know we can
Cm F Cm Ebm
Yeah, you know we can

A Dm A Dm A Amaj7/B D Dm

A Amaj7/B D Dm
Don’t hideaway, hideaway from your imagery
A Amaj7/B D Dm
Don’t hideaway, hideaway from all your daydreams
A Amaj7/B D Dm
What is to fear when surrounded in apathy?
A Amaj7/B D Dm
Putting down words is just like pulling teeth away

F#m E A
And I know some kind of rain will fall
F#m E
But it can’t rain everyday

A Dm A Dm A Dm
Ah Ah Ah

A Amaj7/B D Dm
Don’t hideaway, hideaway from your intricacies
A Amaj7/B D Dm
Don’t hideaway, hideaway from all your obliques
A Amaj7/B D Dm
There’s no need to fear all those things in your histories
A Amaj7/B D Dm
Putting down words is just like putting things away

F#m E A
And I know some kind of rain will fall
F#m E
But it can’t rain everyday

(Sem acordes)
So long Sekhu, goodbye Ren
Dm
So long Sekhu, goodbye Ren
A Amaj7/B D Dm
Won’t you show me?
(So long Sekhu, goodbye Ren)
A Amaj7/B D Dm
Could you show me?
(So long Sekhu, goodbye Ren)

G C/G
If I should discorporate
G A
Trying to illuminate the lines of my time
G C/G
Please tell the here and now
G
Present the case somehow
A
And open up their lines

C Cm Bm E
There is no growing in knowing where you’re going
Am7 Cm G
Without the light inside

G D Em
What do you do when the magic’s gone?
G D Em
What do you do when the magic’s gone away?
G D E
There is an ideal and I’m going to reach for it
G D E
There is an ideal and I’m going to try, to

G A
Open up your heart, open up your heart
C Cm Bm E
There is no growing in knowing where you’re going
C Cm Bm E C Cm G
Without the light insi-ide, without the light inside
C Cm
Even without the light

Eu não conhecia esse Fellini Posta Restante, disco de raridades do Fellini que o próprio Thomas Pappon disponibilizou na comunidade do Orkut da banda em 2007. Deixo-o aqui em homenagem à banda que pediu oficialmente a conta na semana passada. Mas aposto que eles ainda voltam para uns três ou quatro – ou cinco ou seis – “adeuses” futuros (essa pecha de Silvio Caldas indie já tava embutida de forma irônica desde o primeiro disco deles). Tomara, mesmo porque eu nunca vi show deles (aquele show no Timfestival não conta). De quebra, linko também uma entrevista que eu fiz com a banda na primeira vez que eles voltaram, há dez anos.

Fellini – “Sikh“

Olha que fera o grupo matogrossense no Música de Bolso.

Puta banda.

Esse é o trailer de Nation’s Pride, o filme alemão dentro de Inglorious Basterds, o próximo Tarantino, que, ao que consta, tem um papel relevante na história principal. O filminho, no entanto, peca por ter o mesmo estilo dos trailers dos filmes de hoje em dia – o que não faz sentido, pois seu diretor é o mesmo Eli Roth que dirigiu o trailer de outro filme falso, Thanksgiving, filmado para ser exibido antes de Grindhouse, de Robert Rodriguez.