já aqui e ali tinha referido que talvez o encontro de uma alma gémea fosse uma questão dependente de uma escolha planetária. mas olho para o cosmos à noite e cada vez mais sou levado a concordar com stephin merritt: não é de um planeta novo que preciso…

Time stands still - all I can feel is the time standing still.

As you put down the keys and say 'don't call me please', while the radio plays,

"I Think I Need a New Heart", oh...

"I Think I Need a New Heart", oh...

You've lied, too, but it's a sin that I can't tell the truth,

Cause it all comes out wrong unless I put it in a song, so the radio plays,

"I Think I Need a New Heart", just for you.

"I Think I Need a New Heart".

Cause I always say "I love you", when I mean "turn out the light".

And I say "let's run away", when I just mean "stay the night".

But the words you want to hear, you will never hear from me.

I'll never say "happy anniversary"; never stay to say "happy anniversary".

So I think I need a new heart, oh...

I think I need a new heart, oh...

Give me time...

não sei se o livro do amor tem demasiadas páginas e se torna chato
consultar tantos factos e números e figuras e gráficos e instruções.
também nem sempre sei se faltam frases ou lhe arrancaram folhas.



The book of love is long and boring 
No one can lift the damn thing 
It's full of charts and facts and figures 
and instructions for dancing 
but I, I love it when you read to me 
and you, you can read me anything 

The book of love has music in it 
In fact that's where music comes from 
Some of it is just transcendental 
Some of it is just really dumb 
but I, I love it when you sing to me 
and you, you can sing me anything

The book of love is long and boring 
and written very long ago 
It's full of flowers and heart-shaped boxes 
and things we're all too young to know 
but I, I love it when you give me things 
and you, you ought to give me wedding rings 
I, I love it when you give me things 
and you, you ought to give me wedding rings

lançada em mil novecentos e noventa e nove na colecção de sessenta e nove canções de amor 
provenientes dos campos magnéticos, esta foi seguramente a última grande música pop do milénio passado.



 
Eligible, not too stupid
Intelligible, and cute as cupid
Knowledgeable, but not always right
Salvageable, and free for the night

Well my heart's runnin' round like a chicken with its head cut off
All around the barn yard falling in and out of love
Poor thing's blind as a bat
Gettin' up, fallin' down, gettin' up
Who'd fall in love with a chicken with its head cut off?

(Woah Nelly)

My wife doesn't understand me
Many dozens, hope to land me
I'm for free love
And I'm in free fall
This could be love
Or nothing at all

But my heart's runnin' round like a chicken with its head cut off
All around the barn yard falling in and out of love
Poor thing's blind as a bat
Gettin' up, fallin' down, gettin' up
Who'd fall in love with a chicken with its head cut off?

We don't have to be stars exploding in the night
Or electric eels under the covers
We don't have to be
Anything quite so unreal
Lets just be lovers

Well my heart's runnin' round like a chicken with it's head cut off
All around the barn yard falling in and out of love
Poor thing's blind as a bat
Gettin' up, fallin' down, gettin' up
Who'd fall in love with a chicken with its head cut off?

(It ain't pretty)

se há disco do milénio passado que parece cada vez mais ser deste é esse, o das sessenta e nove canções de amor dos campos magnéticos. inspirados por breton, stephin merritt e companhia escreveram música sobre o amor que consegue ser irónica, delicodoce, cómica, apaixonada e azeda, tudo ao mesmo tempo - o que faz destas canções, em cada momento, a coisa mais actual que se pode ouvir. e nunca conseguiria descrever o que esta canção significa para mim, eu e todas as minhas pequenas palavras.

You are a splendid butterfly

It is your wings that make you beautiful

And I could make you fly away

But I could never make you stay

You said you were in love with me

Both of us know that that's impossible

And I could make you rue the day

But I could never make you stay

Not for all the tea in China

Not if I could sing like a bird

Not for all North Carolina

Not for all my little words

Not if I could write for you

The sweetest song you ever heard

It doesn't matter what I'll do

Not for all my little words

Now that you've made me want to die

You tell me that you're unboyfriendable

And I could make you pay and pay

But I could never make you stay