Não quero silêncios que calem rancores.
Não quero palavras transformadas em farpas.
Prefiro (TANTO MAIS!) esta “enjoativa” ternura.
La Lumiére du Pôle, 1926
TRY A LITTLE TENDERNESS
Otis Redding
[This is for you] Ooh she may be weary
And them young girls they do get weary
Wearing that same old shaggy dress
But when they get weary
[You gotta] try a little tenderness
[Tell you, might not believe it, but]
You know she's waiting
Just anticipating
The thing that she'll never, never, possess, no, no
But while [all the time] she's without it
Go to her and try just a little bit of tenderness
(...)
Oh, but it’s one thing
It might be a bit sentimental yeah, yeah
She has - her greaves and care
But the soft words [they] are spoken so gentle
Yeah
But, oh, that makes it, makes it easier to bear, yeah
(...)
You've got to love her
Squeeze her
Don't tease her
Make love [Get to her]
Hold her tight
Just, just try a little tenderness
That’s all you gotta do
You’ve gotta hold her tight
(...)
Don't tease her
Never leave her
Rub her down
Smooth her, soothe her
Move her
Love her
Rub her
Try some tenderness
(...)
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Nuno a 27 de Junho de 2008 às 11:04
I like your twisted point of view, Mike
I like your questioning eyebrows
You've made it pretty clear what you like
It's only fair to tell you now
that I leave early in the morning
and I won't be back till next year
I see that kiss-me pucker forming
but maybe you should plug it with a beer, cause
Papa was a rodeo - Mama was a rock'n'roll band
I could play guitar and rope a steer before I learned to stand
Home was anywhere with diesel gas - Love was a trucker's hand
Never stuck around long enough for a one night stand
Before you kiss me you should know
Papa was a rodeo
The light reflecting off the mirror ball
looks like a thousand swirling eyes
They make me think I shouldn't be here at all
You know, every minute someone dies
What are we doing in this dive bar
How can you live in a place like this
Why don't you just get into my car
and I'll take you away I'll take that kiss now, but
Papa was a rodeo - Mama was a rock'n'roll band
I could play guitar and rope a steer before I learned to stand
Home was anywhere with diesel gas - Love was a trucker's hand
Never stuck around long enough for a one night stand
Before you kiss me you should know
Papa was a rodeo
And now it's 55 years later
We've had the romance of the century
After all these years wrestling gators
I still feel like crying when I think of what you said to me
Papa was a rodeo - Mama was a rock'n'roll band
I could play guitar and rope a steer before I learned to stand
Home was anywhere with diesel gas - Love was a trucker's hand
Never stuck around long enough for a one night stand
Before you kiss me you should know
Papa was a rodeo
What a coincidence, your Papa was a rodeo too
The Magnetic Fields | Papa Was a Rodeo
:-)
P.s.: E foi assim. Simples. Suave. Intimista. Doce. Lindo. Apaixonante! Foi tão bom contagiar-te com a minha doença magnética...
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