Olha isso. Após o almoço e o encontro com o caroço do fruto do mar, estou de volta ao escritório.
Olho para o chão e vejo uma coisiquinha pequenina, muito miudinha. Menos de 1 cm.
Parece uma conchinha mas é de fato uma escama de peixe. E veio com uma digital. Não sei se minha ou se do peixeiro da feira ou se de alguma sereia.
Linda a escaminha, que parece uma concha, um leque, uma jóia.
Ontem à noitinha, a caminho da festa da Ipsis Gráfica, nos deparamos com o caminhãozinho das ostras vagantes pela Av. Brasil.
Hoje os frutos do mar continuam me perseguindo.
Há quem diga que este não é um "fruto do mar". Para mim é, aliás, era, pois só sobrou o caroço.
Adoro a Vange nessa música.
Vange canta
Paulo Lepetit toca, programa, faz o diabo.
Participação especial : Marlon Klein, bateria e
percussão
Foi gravada pela Nina Simone nos anos 70.
Letra de Aillene Bullock
You're nothing but a dirty, dirty old man
You do your thinking with a one track mind
Keep talkin' about heaven glory but
On your face is a different story
Clean up your rap your story's getting dusty
Wash out your mouth
Your lies are getting rusty
Can't believe nothing you say
'Cause I'm around and I see what you do
You know you're funky as a mosquito's tweeter
You gotta mouth like a herd of boll weevils
Same old game, same old thing
You never changed
Always rappin 'bout the same old thing
I got something to tell ya
I got something to tell you baby
But you ain't hip to baby
Blowin' minds is a thing of the past
You blew your chance that's why you never last
You want to be a graduate mother
But in reality just another brother
You think you slick but could
Stand a lot of greasing
The things you do ain't never really pleasin'
Can't believe nothin' you say
'Cause I'm around and I see what you do
You know you funky as a mosquito's tweeter
You got a mouth like a herd of boll weevils
Same old game, same old thing
A...lways rappin 'bout the same old thing
You beautiful, beautiful
Beautiful, beautiful
Brought yoursef a pot of baked stew
Nothin' worse than an educated fool
Talkin' sex is your favorite conversation
But peace and love is a famous generation
What's in your head has really started
Showing your conversation gettin' kinda boring
Can't believe nothin' you say
'Cause I'm around and I see what you do
You know you funky as a mosquito's tweeter
You got a mouth like a herd of boll weevils
Same old game, same old game
Same old thing you never change
Same old game, same old thing
Always rappin' 'bout the same old thing
