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Post Johnny*

What does one do in a world
where Johnny Cash is not around?
I can dress in black but that ain't much
like watching TV without sound
I can visit Folsom prison
but that place always scared me
or I can hole up here in my room
and throw away the key

what do I do what do I do
Johnny's not around
Johnny Cash is not around

What does one say in a world
where Johnny Cash is not around
"hello darling" don't sound right
from my patch of ground
I can say hello to all I meet
and let 'em know my name
or I can mind my business and let 'em be
and keep everything the same

what do I say what do I say
Johnny's not around
Johnny Cash is not around

What does one think in a world
where Johnny Cash is not around
do I walk among the downtrodden
and dream of words profound
do I turn my ears to Nashville
in hopes that he rubbed off
or do I grab myself a cowboy hat
and lay down in the trough

what do I think what do I think
Johnny's not around
Johnny Cash is not around

What does one do in a world
where Johnny Cash is not around?
I can dress in black but that ain't much
like watching TV without sound
I can visit Folsom prison
but that place always scared me
or I can hole up here in my room
and throw away the key

what do I do what do I do
Johnny's not around
Johnny Cash is not around

*música de T. Flannery

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Johnny Cash is gonna die*

Johnny Cash is gonna die

the bible tells me so

wherever the man in black ends up

that's where I want to go

He may haunt Folsom prison

maybe San Quentin too

say hello to some old friends

that's the kind of cool shit Johnny Cash would do

So you wanna hear Johnny Cash

so you turn on your radio

but talk about a waste of time

they won't play him no more

he scares 'em all in Nashville

with his wicked ways

so he flipped them all the finger

and only sings to me these days

A God fearing man

but the Lord has made him ill

not sure what He's thinking

but we need old Johnny still

Johnny Cash is gonna die

the bible tells me so

wherever the man in black ends up

that's where I want to go

I hope he's waiting for me

and on his lips a song

and has an extra guitar

and lets me strum along

when he goes a big black hole

will open up you see

but it will always keep-a-moving

and that's what tortures me

Give my love to June

and Maybellene too

and give my love to Rose

she was always close to you

and give my best to Luther

forever may you jam

in the corner with a goofy smile

that's where I am

*música de Tom Flannery

Frames repentinos

Plano contínuo. Nanni Moretti guia a sua vespa pelas ruas de Roma durante o tempo todo que dura a música Part I do álbum Köln Concert de Keith Jarrett. 26 minutos e 15 segundos. A viagem é até ao sítio onde Pasolini foi assassinado.

Gosto da palavra

crer. Em geral, quando alguém diz eu sei, não sabe, crê. Eu creio que a arte é a única forma de actividade pela qual o homem se manifesta enquanto verdadeiro indivíduo. Só através dela pode superar o estádio animal, porque a arte desemboca em regiões que não dominam nem o tempo nem o espaço. Viver é crer - pelo menos isto é o que eu creio.
Marcel Duchamp

Gosto da palavra

dinamite

Gosto da palavra

asterisco

Humor duvidoso

Amanhã vou sugerir aos meus vizinhos de cima que mudem os seus hábitos de discussão. Deixarei na caixa de correio uma folha A4 com o seguinte enigmático dizer: «Passem a discutir em francês, é mais sensual».
Porque é este o meu desejo: deixar de ouvir "está tudo acabado, seu porco, está tudo acabado!" e passar a ouvir "c’est finit, mon cochon, c’est finit".

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E a Catherine Deneuve é linda de morrer.