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6.17.2005

Porque uma música é... tudo o que você quiser que seja

Freddy
Speak and the world is full of singing,
And I'm winging Higher than the birds.
Touch and my heart begins to crumble,
The heaven's tumble, Darling, and I'm...

Eliza
Words! Words! Words!
I'm so sick of words!
I get words all day through;
First from him, now from you!
Is that all you blighters can do?

Don't talk of stars Burning above;
If you're in love, Show me!
Tell me no dreams Filled with desire.
If you're on fire, Show me!
Here we are together in the middle of the night!
Don't talk of spring! Just hold me tight!
Anyone who's ever been in love'll tell you that:
This is no time for a chat!

Haven't your lips Longed for my touch?
Don't say how much, Show me!
Show me!
Don't talk of love lasting through time.
Make me no undying vow.
Show me now!

Sing me no song! Read me no rhyme!
Don't waste my time, Show me!
Don't talk of June, Don't talk of fall!
Don't talk at all!
Show me!

Never do I ever want to hear another word.
There isn't one I haven't heard.
Here we are together in what ought to be a dream;
Say one more word and I'll scream!
Haven't your arms Hungered for mine?
Please don't "expl'ine," Show me!
Show me!

Don't wait until wrinkles and lines
Pop out all over my brow,
Show me now!

Ou, quem sabe, a audição super apurada de superwoman consiga ouvir nesse caos urbano:

Higgins
But I'm so used to hear her say
"Good morning" ev'ry day.
Her joys, her woes,
Her highs, her lows,
Are second nature to me now;
Like breathing out and breathing in.
I'm very grateful she's a woman
And so easy to forget;
Rather like a habit
One can always break-
And yet...
I've grown accustomed to the trace
Of something in the air;
Accustomed to her face.

Ao invés de:

Higgins
I'm an ordinary man,
Who desires nothing more than an ordinary chance,
to live exactly as he likes,
and do precisely what he wants...

An average man am I, of no eccentric whim,
Who likes to live his life,
free of strife,
doing whatever he thinks is best, for him,

Well... just an ordinary man...
BUT, Let a woman in your life
and your serenity is through,
she'll redecorate your home,
from the cellar to the dome,
and then go on to the enthralling fun of overhauling you...

Let a woman in your life,
and you're up against a wall,
make a plan and you will find,
that she has something else in mind,
and so rather than do either you do something else
that neither likes at all

You want to talk of Keats and Milton,
she only wants to talk of love,
You go to see a play or ballet,
she spends it searching for her glove,

Let a woman in your life
and you invite eternal strife,
Let them buy their wedding bands
for those anxious little hands...

I'd be equally as willing
for a dentist to be drilling
than to ever let a woman in my life

I'm a very gentle man,
even tempered and good natured
who you never hear complain,
Who has the milk of human kindness
by the quart in every vein,

A patient man am I,
down to my fingertips,
the sort who never could, ever would,
let an insulting remark escape his lips

Very gentle man...
But, Let a woman in your life,
and patience hasn't got a chance,
she will beg you for advice,
your reply will be concise,
and she will listen very nicely,
and then go out and do exactly what she wants!!!

You are a man of grace and polish,
who never spoke above a hush,
all at once you're using language
that would make a sailor blush,

Let a woman in your life,
and you're plunging in a knife,
Let the others of my sex,
tie the knot around their necks,
I prefer a new edition
of the Spanish Inquisition
than to ever let a woman in my life

I'm a quiet living man,
who prefers to spend the evening
in the silence of his room,
who likes an atmosphere as restful
as an undiscovered tomb,
A pensive man am I,
of philosophical joys,
who likes to meditate, contemplate,
far for humanities mad inhuman noise,

Quiet living man....
But, let a woman in your life,
and your sabbatical is through,
in a line that never ends
comes an army of her friends,
come to jabber and to chatter
and to tell her what the matter is with YOU!,

she'll have a booming boisterous family,
who will descend on you en mass,
she'll have a large wagnarian mother,
with a voice that shatters glass,
Let a woman in your life,
Let a woman in your life,
Let a woman in your life

I shall never let a woman in my life.

Porque:

One is the loneliest number.

O mundo é uma coisa louca, mesmo.

Até o Higgins. Até ele.

(...)

Eu adoro My Fair Lady.

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