Um post contra a Decadência

Este blogue passou mesmo por uns dias de total decadência... Shame on me... Mas para compensar fica aqui a letra de uma música de Randy Newman:

Shame*

Pretty little baby
How come you never come around?
Pretty little baby
How come you never come around?
I sent you all them pretty flowers
Now you’re nowhere to be found

I call you up at midnight sometimes I must admit
And when I find you’re not at home
My head heats up like a furnace
My heart grows colder than a stone
So what’s the good of all this money I got
If every night I’m left here all alone?
It’s a gun that I need

Shame Shame Shame Shame Shame
I ain’t ashamed of nothing
Shame Shame Shame Shame Shame
I don’t know what you're talking about

All right let’s talk a little business
You know what I’m saying
A man of my experience of life
Don’t expect a beautiful young woman like yourself
To come on over here every day
And have some old dude banging on her like a gypsy on a tambourine
That’s not what we're talking about
That’s not what we're talking about
That’s not what we're talking about

But I will say this
I’ve been all over the world
I’ve seen some wonderful things
I haven’t been well lately
I have no one to share my plans, my dreams
My hopes and my schemes, my...

Shame Shame Shame Shame Shame
You could be right
I’ve sunk pretty low this time
Shame Shame Shame Shame Shame
These are truly desperate times

Saw your little sandals baby
Out behind the wishing well
Down here in the cool depths of the Quarter
Where the rich folk dwell
And I pictured you in diamonds, satins and pearls
Come on back to Daddy
Daddy miss his little baby girl

Now, my father, he was an angry man
You cross him he made you pay
I myself,am no longer an angry man
Don’t make me beg youDon’t make me beg

Do you know what if feels like
To wake up in the morning
Have every joint in your body aching, God damn it?
Do you know what it feels like
To have to get up in the middle of the night and sit down to take a piss?
You do know?
So you say
I have my doubts, Missy
Do you know what it feels like
To have to beg a little bum like you for love?
God damn it you little bitch, I’d kill you if I didn’t love you so much
Shame Shame Shame Shame Shame
Shut up

Forgive me
My unfocused words
I was flying blind
I lost my mind (Shame Shame Shame)
If you could find it in your heart, if you got one
To forgive me
I'd be ever so grateful (Shame Shame Shame)
Will you stop that please (Shame Shame Shame)
Will you stop that please I’m trying to talk to someone (Shame)
Thank you
You know, I have a Lexus now
I don’t get out much
You know what I’m saying
Come on home
*do álbum Bad Love de 1999