Acordes

Guilherme d'Oliveira Martins Jr. terá dito, numa das suas primeiras aulas, que o Orçamento do Estado existiria se tivesse os dois primeiros artigos e os mapas, é que nem era preciso mais!
Hoje, o autor deste blog quer referir que esta música existiria se só tocassem os primeiros acordes. Não haverá, no universo musical, outra sonoridade que chegue aos calcanhares desta. Nem sei bem de que instrumento estamos a falar. Mas é sublime. Chega a transmitir episódios da existência, inesquecíveis.
Depois, claro, há a letra e a interpretação. Esta cover quase supera a original. Mas quase não é superar. Está ao mesmo nivel.

Há todo um processo tendente à formação de caso julgado material.
Aqui, nestas situações, o que se tenta é constatar os factos, prová-los.

A bem da verdade, com tudo o que se pode assimilar daqui, eu nunca dispensaria o visto.

E agora, a letra:

ver seen a blind man cross the road
trying to make the other side
Ever seen a young girl growing old
trying to make herself a bride
So what becomes of you my love
When they have finally stripped you of
The handbags and the gladrags
that your Granddad had to sweat so you could buy

Once I was a young man
and all I thought I had to do was smile
You are still a young girl
and you bought everything in style
Listen
But once you think you're in you're out
'cause you don't mean a single thing without
the handbags and the gladrags
that your Granddad had to sweat so you could buy

Sing a song of six-pence for your sake
And take a bottle full of rye
Four and twenty blackbirds in a cake
And bake them all in a pie

They told me you missed school today
So what I suggest you just throw them all away
the handbags and the gladrags
that your poor old Granddad had to sweat so you could buy

They told me you missed school today
So I suggest you just throw them all away
the handbags and the gladrags
that your poor old Granddad had to sweat to buy