The sound of bomba


Frank Sinatra e Ava Gardner

A versão de The Lady is a Tramp, que ouvem agora na grafonola do bomba, é a minha preferida. Por comparação, por exemplo, à versão de Ella Fitzgerald, que daqui a uns dias tocará aqui (para que percebam de qual gostam mais). Frank Sinatra canta num espectáculo na Austrália, cerca de dois anos depois de se ter divorciado de Ava Gardner. Não sei se estaria a pensar nela, mas há ali qualquer coisa pouco festiva, seca, menos espalhafatosa, se quiserem. Enjoy!

The Lady is a Tramp
de Richard Rodgers e Lonrenz Hart
canta Frank Sinatra

She gets too hungry, for dinner at eight
She loves the theater, but doesn't come late
She'd never bother, with people she'd hate
That's why the lady is a tramp

Doesn't like crap games, with barons and earls
Won't go to harlem, in ermine and pearls
Won't dish the dirt, with the rest of those girls
That's why the lady is a tramp

She loves the free, fresh wind in her hair
Life without care
She's broke, but it's o'k
She hates california, it's cold and it's damp
That's why the lady is a tramp

Doesn't like dice games, with sharpies and frauds
Won't go to harlem, in lincolns or fords
Won't dish the dirt, with the rest of those broads
That's why the lady is a tramp