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innersmile
"Sailor is waiting out front as Lula pulls up in her T-Bird - throwing out a cloud of dust. They’re both smiling.
LULA
Hey baby...
SAILOR
Peanut...
They kiss tenderly and then Sailor walks around the car to get in while Lula opens up a suitcase and gets out his snakeskin jacket.
SAILOR
Hey, my snakeskin jacket... Thanks, baby... Did I ever tell you that this here jacket for me is a symbol of my individuality and my belief in personal freedom?
LULA
’Bout fifty thousand times. I got us a room at the Cape Fear, and guess what?... I hear Powermad’s at 'The Hurricane.'
(...)
LULA
Sailor!
SAILOR
You up for that?
LULA
I’d got to the far end of the world for you, baby... You know I would.
SAILOR
Those toenails dry yet? We got some dancin’ to do.
(...)
LULA
(howls) Jesus, honey! You more’n sorta got what you come for... You better rum me back to the hotel, baby... You got me hotter’n Georgia asphalt.
SAILOR
Say no more... But go easy on me, sweetheart... Tomorrow we got alotta drivin’ to do. (he takes out a cigarette and laughs) Hotter’n Georgia asphalt?
(...)
SAILOR
Life is a bitch and then you marry one.
LULA
What kinda trash talk is that?
SAILOR
(laughs) What it says on the bumper sticker up front. On that pickup.
LULA
That’s disgustin’. Those kinda sentiments shouldn’t be allowed out in public. Is this Biloxi yet?
(...)
LULA
I love it when your eyes get wild, honey. They light up all blue almost and little white parachutes pop out of ’em. Oh, Sailor you’re so aware of what goes on with me? I mean, you pay attention. And I swear, you got the sweetest cock. Sometimes it’s like it’s talkin’ to me when you’re inside? Like it’s got a voice all it’s own. You get right on me.
SAILOR
You really are dangerously cute, honey. I gotta admit it.
Lula lights a cigarette.
SAILOR
Let’s head out into the crazy world of New Orleans... I gotta get somethin’ to eat.
(...)
LULA
Sometimes dreams just don’t mean nothin’... Stuff comes into your mind and you don’t have no control over, you know? Anyways, dreams ain’t no odder than real life. Sometimes not by half.
(...)
LULA
(still crazed) The world’s gettin’ worse, I think, Sailor. And it don’t sound like there’s much we can do about it, neither.
SAILOR
This ain’t news, sweetheart. I hate to tell ya.
(...)
LULA
That’s some big secret you been carryin’, Sailor.
SAILOR
We all got a secret side, baby. Hope you don’t think I been lyin’ to you ’bout other things, sugar.
(...)
LULA
I take that as a sign that we were destined by fate to be together.
SAILOR
It’s a comfortin’ idea.
LULA
Well, we’re really out in the middle of it now, ain’t we?
SAILOR
There’s worse places, honey.
LULA
If you say so.
SAILOR
Trust me on it.
LULA
(turns to him) I do trust you, Sailor. Like I ain’t never trusted nobody before.
(...)
SAILOR
It ain’t gonna be forever, peanut.
Lula closes her eyes.
LULA
I know, Sailor. Nothin’ is.
(...)
LULA
(whispers) Sailor...
(...)
LULA
This whole world is wild at heart and weird on top.
Lula turns over, away from Sailor.
LULA
(softly) I wish you really, truly loved me... I wish you’d sing me 'Love Me Tender'... I wish I was somewhere over that rainbow... Shit. Shit, shit, shit.
(...)
SAILOR
You been doin’ fine without me, peanut. There ain’t no need to make life tougher’n it has to be.
(...)
SAILOR
LULA!!!!
LULA
SAILOR!!!!"

Love me tender, love me sweet
Never let me go
You have made my life complete
And I love you so
Love me tender, love me true
All my dreams fulfill
For, my darlin', I love you
And I always will
Love me tender, love me long
Take me to your heart
For it's there that I belong
And we'll never part
Love me tender, love me true
All my dreams fulfill
For, my darlin', I love you
And I always will
Love me tender, love me dear
Tell me you are mine
I'll be yours through all the years
Till the end of time
Love me tender, love me true
All my dreams fulfill
For, my darlin', I love you
And I always will


[script do filme 'roubado' aqui]

ney
rosas
innersmile
O melhor do concerto foi mesmo ficar a conhecer a música de Cartola, que eu dsconhecia em absoluto. Um compositor riquíssimo, e letras como já não se fazem, daquelas canções que em 3 minutos contam mais do que muitos filmes de 3 horas e muitos livros de 300 páginas.
Mas o melhor do concerto foi também o próprio Ney, que está completamente em forma, quer em termos de técnica quer em termos de performance. Uma delícia de timidez, provocação e simpatia. Este tipo constrói, há mais de 30 anos, uma carreira sólida e de uma coerência à prova de bala, sempre a cantar as músicas dos outros. É um verdadeiro 'intérprete', daqueles que só a música popular é capaz de produzir, e de que a música popular brasileira é particularmente pródiga. E, ainda por cima, parece sempre fazer as coisas por puro gozo e prazer pessoal, o que é admirável.
Mas o melhor do concerto foi também o Ney não ter resistido a cantar a Rosa de Hiroshima (mas podia ter cantado o Sangue Latino, que eu ia ao céu).
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