Making Love

I know just how to whisper
And I know just how to cry
I know just where to find the answers
And I know just how to lie


I know just how to fake it
And I know just how to scheme
I know just when to face the truth
And then I know just when to dream


And know just where to touch you
And I know just what to prove
I know when to pull you closer
And I know when to let you loose


And I know the night is fading
And I know the time's gonna fly
And I'm never gonna tell you everything I gotta tell you
But I know I gotta give it a try


And I know the roads to riches
And I know the ways to fame
I know all the rules and then I know how break them
And I always know the name of the game


But I don't know how to leave you
And I'll never let you fall
And I don't know how you do it
Making love out of nothing at all


Out of nothing at all
Out of nothing at all
Out of nothing at all (making love)
Out of nothing at all (making love)
Out of nothing at all (making love)
Out of nothing at all


Every time I see you all the rays of the sun
Are streaming through the waves in your hair
And every star in the sky
Is taking aim at your eyes like a spotlight


The beating of my heart is a drum and it's lost
And it's looking for a rhythm like you
You can take the darkness from the pit of the night
And turn into a beacon burning endlessly bright


I gotta follow it
Cause everything I own, now
It's nothing till I give it to you


I can make you find your power
I can make you lose your fearI can make your body do some very magical things
I'll make your inhibitions all disappear


I can make tonight forever
Or I can make it disappear by the dawn
And I can make you every promise that has ever been made
And I can make all your demons be gone


But I'm never gonna make it without you
Do you really wanna see me crawl
And I'm never gonna make it like you do


Making love out of nothing at all(Making love)
out of nothing at all(Making love)
out of nothing at all(Making love)
Out of nothing at all (making love)
Out of nothing at all (making love)
Out of nothing at all (making love)


Bonnie Tyler

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Essa música me remete a uma época deliciosamente saudosa. Adolescência sonhadora. Na época eu e a Mi passávamos quase todos os finais de semana uma na casa da outra, madrugadas adentro relembrando do dia que passou, retalhando cada detalhe, falando de nossos amores, curtindo dores de cotovelo, sonhando com nossos futuros maridos que não fazíamos a menor idéia de quem seria, mas pra época sempre era o atual....Tudo isso ao som de Bonnie Tyler, entre outras músicas nostálgicas e com um cheiro gostoso de sonho quentinho no ar que vinha da panificadora dos meus pais.
"Gilmaaaaaaaaarrrrrr....traz sonho pra geeeeeente???????"

Rumours

How do rumors get started?they're started by the jealous people and
they get mad about somthin'they had,and sombody else is holdin'
They tell me that temptationis very hard to resist
these wicked women,oohh they just persist
maybe you think it's cute,but girl I'm not impressed
I tell you one time only
with my business please don't mess with you

Look at all these rumors
running me everyday
I just need some time
some time to get away from
from all these rumors
I can't take it no more
my best friend say did you
hear the one about meand the girl next door?

Did you hear the one about susan?some say she's much too loose
that came straight from a guy
who claims he's tastin' her juice
Did you hear the one about Michael?
Some say he must be gay
I tried to argue but they said
if he were straight he would'nt move that way
Did you hear the one about Susan?
some say she's just a tease
in a camosal she's six feet tall
she'll knock you to you knees..

Look at all these rumors
running me everyday
I just need some time
some time to get away from
from all these rumors
I can't take it no more
my best friend say did you
hear the one about meand the girl next door?

I can't go no place
without somebody pointin' a finger
I can't show my face cuzwhen it comes to rumors I'm a dead ringer
I'll think I'll write my congressman
and tell him to pass a bill
the next time they catch somebody
started rumors, shoot to kill!

Look at all these rumors
running me everyday
I just need some time
some time to get away from
from all these rumors
I can't take it no more
my best friend say did you
hear the one about me
and the girl next door?


Timex Social Club

...

Tenis, primeira boate. Quem é dessa época e da cidade de Joinville sente saudades enormes. Só funcionava as sextas, e nessa época meus pais deixavam ir a boate apenas duas vezes no mês. Preparativos começavam semanas antes. No dia alguma amiga dormiria na casa da outra. Um pai seria o responsável por levar e buscar. Mãe emprestava as meias finas que comprava aos montes do Paraguay. Os esquentas que na época e na minha idade não me pertenciam eram apenas de mulheres, para saber com que roupa iríamos. Implorávamos para o pai não deixar na porta da boate; suplicávamos para aumentar uma hora a mais na noite e torrávamos o saco do Dj para tocar Rumours... "oh no, not again".
E quando voltávamos, o que não passava das duas, as conversas rendiam até 5 ou 6 da manhã, com o padeiro trazendo sonho quentinho da panificadora de meus pais, e minha mãe fazendo incansáveis xiiiiiiiiiiii.

"I just need some time, some time to get away".

Yes

Ooh, yes, yes

Nothing never felt to me

Like you do right now

Aah, yes, yes,

That's the only word

I want to hear from your mouth

Oh, let's not waste our time

Hiding what we feel inside

If your tongue is tied, just whisper yes,

Darling, yes, darling, yes

Yes, yes, don't you feel breathless

When I'm holding you near

Ah, yes, yes

We could light a fire

And keep it burning for years

It's that misty look inside your eyes

That I want to monopolize

Feel your skin on mine,

It's crying yes darling, yes darling, yes

Romantic pressure's gonna drive me insane,

Time goes by and I'm losing ground

Do you want to see a loved one in chains,

I'm sinking baby, I'm gonna drown, I’m going down

Oh, yes, yes

Can't you feel the passion

When I look in your eyes?Ah, yes, yes

This is how I want it

For the rest of my life

Oh, giving fire to your flame,

Every time you speak my name

Close your eyes and say it to me

Yes darling, yes darling, yes.

Tim Moore

...

Essa música me lembra o primeiro beijo. Na verdade foi o primeiro selinho. Foi a primeira vez que um garoto dizia lembrar de mim ao ouvir uma música.