Hoje começa o festival que a Alavanca está realizando no Centro Cultural São Paulo e quem abre as apresentações, pontualmente às 19h, são os Supercordas, do Rio (maldita pontualidade – mais um show dos Cordas que eu vou perder). No show eles vão tocar músicas do segundo disco, que estão finalizando – entre elas a ótima “Mágica”, que tem um videozinho aí em cima. Mas se você perder o show de hoje, domingo o Bonifrate – um dos Supercordas – se apresenta em versão solo no Café Elétrico. E, pra mim, esse cara lançou o melhor disco de 2007… Olha o nível:
Nothing you could say
Can tear me away from my guy
Nothing you could do
‘Cause I’m stuck like glue to my guy
I’m stickin’ to my guy
Like a stamp to a letter
Like the birds of a feather
We stick together
I’m tellin’ you from the start
I can’t be torn apart from my guy
Nothing you can do
Could make me untrue to my guy
Nothing you could buy
Could make me tell a lie to my guy
I gave my guy my word of honor
To be faithful and I’m gonna
You best be believing
I won’t be deceiving my guy
As a matter of opinion I think he’s tops
My opinion is he’s the cream of the crop
As a matter of taste to be exact
He’s my ideal as a matter of fact
No muscle bound man
Could take my hand from my guy
No handsome face
Could ever take the place of my guy
He may not be a movie star
But when it comes to being happy we are
There’s not a man today
Who could take me away from my guy
No muscle bound man
Could take my hand from my guy
No handsome face
Could ever take the place of my guy
He may not be a movie star
But when it comes to being happy we are
There’s not a man today
Who could take me away from my guy
There’s not a man today
Who could take me away from my guy
(Tell me more)
There’s not a man today
Who could take me away from my guy
Queria ver se fosse o “Créu”…
Whenever I’m with him
Something inside
Starts to burnin’
And I’m filled with desire
Could it be the devil in me
Or is this the way love’s supposed to be
Just like a heatwave
Burning in my heart
Can’t keep from cryin’
It’s tearing me apart
Whenever he calls my name
So slow, sweet and plain
I feel, yeah, yeah, well I feel that burning flame
Has my blood pressure got a hold on me
Or is this the way love’s supposed to be
Just like a heatwave
Burning in my heart
Can’t keep from cryin’
It’s tearing me apart
Sometimes I stare in space
Tears all over my face
I can’t explain it, don’t understand it
I ‘ain’t never felt like this before
But that doesn’t mean it has me amazed
I don’t know what to do, my head’s in a haze
Just like a heatwave
Burning in my heart
Can’t keep from cryin’
It’s tearing me apart
Don’t pass up this chance
This time it’s a true romance
Heatwave
“If U Seek Amy” é mais uma das várias pérolas pop que habitam Circus, até abri um Vida Fodona com ela. Mas você já sacou o título da música no contexto do refrão?
“Love me, hate me
Say what you want about me
But all of the boys and all of the girls
Are begging to If U Seek Amy”
Parece não fazer sentido, né…
“Are begging to If U Seek Amy”
É tipo como se ela tivesse soletrando, em inglês:
“Ef- U – Cee – Kay – Me”
Poizé, aí você repete o refrão:
“Love me, hate me
Say what you want about me
But all of the boys and all of the girls
Are begging to F.U.C.K. Me”
E é claro que isso tá dando merda em umas rádios americanas…
Lembra daquele vídeo que eu falei no começo da semana que passou no Sci-Fi Channel antecipando o final da última fase de Battlestar Galactica? Foi pro YouTube:
O seriado volta nessa sexta – e se você não assistiu a tudo, esse é o melhor jeito de se inteirar do que está acontecendo…
Então corre, porque parece que os ingressos pro show de São Paulo tão acabando… a ponto de cogitarem um segundo show.