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revi há dias o excelente “bande à part” de jean-luc godard, um filme que se recusa a envelhecer. 
e dei então conta do não desvendado potencial daquele trio a dançar no café. 
porque, em bom rigor, odile, franz e arthur dançam tudo:

a) michel legrand

b) tom waits

Cuttin' through the cane break

Rattling the sill

Thunder that the rain makes

When the shadow tops the hill

Big light on the back street

Hill to Evermore. Packin' down the ladder

With the hammer to the floor

Here comes the Big Black Mariah

Here comes the Big Black Ford

Well he's all boxed up

On a red bell dame

Hunted Black Johnny with

A blind man's cane

A yellow bullet with a

Rag out in the wind

An old blind tiger

Get an old bell Jim

Here comes the Big Black Mariah

Here comes the Big Black Ford

Sent to the skies on a

Benny Jag Blue

Off to bed without his supper

Like the Linda brides do

Now he's got to do the story

With the old widow Jones...

He's got a wooden coat this boy

Is never coming home

Here comes the Big Black Mariah

Here comes the Big Black Ford