My hands, you'll start to shake again
When you remember all the pain
Mathilde's come back to me
You'll want to beat her black and blue
But don't do it, I beg of you
Mathilde's come back to me
Momma, can you hear me yell
Your baby boy's gone back to hell
Mathilde's come back to me!!!!
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If I could be for only an hour
If I could be for an hour every day
If I could be for just one little hour
Cute, cute, cute in a stupid-ass way
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The girls
Will treat you like trash
Or let you be brash
It depends on your cash
But the dogs
Don't depend on a thing
They just lick your face
When they see it end
Oh, the dogs
Don't depend on a thing
And maybe that's why
They're man's best friend
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If you go away, as I know you must,
There'll be nothing left in the world to trust,
Just an empty room, full of empty space,
Like the empty look I see on your face;
I'd have been your shadow if I thought it might
Have kept me here, by your side;
If you go away, if you go away . . . please don't go away.
Eu estava louca para escrever algo sobre esse disco. Mas não sai. Nada. Nem sobre a voz maravilhosa e interpretação irônica do Scott Walker, ou a beleza das letras do Jacques Brel, ainda que traduzidas para o inglês. Sobre como eu ainda não entendi do que "Jackie" fala, ou minhas risadas com "The girls and the dogs", ou toda a emoção feminina que transpira de um homem em "If you go away", e faz até a gente esquecer que está ouvindo uma cover da martelada "Ne me quitte pas".
Lindo. Obrigadíssima, you-know-who. Cds assim você pode me dar sempre.
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