Setembro de 2008
Coquetel Molotov
Malu Magalhães e Marcelo Camelo entre as atrações
Eu e Ilanna entre o público
Ela grava um CD e me dá.
Setembro de 2009
Coquetel Molotov
Nem Marcelo nem Malu
Nem eu, nem ela
Ela está morando no RJ
Eu passo mais tempo em Recife
Escuto de novo o CD
Drops of Jupiter é a melhor de todas.
Dezesseis de setembro: eu escuto a mesma música 200 vezes
Resolvo voltar a tocar piano por causa dessa canção
Ela escreve no twitter que aquela é a trilha sonora da vida dela

Segue a letra:

Now that she's back in the atmosphere
With drops of jupiter in her hair
She acts like summer and walks like rain
Reminds me that there's a time to change
Since the return of her stay on the moon
She listens like spring and she talks like june

But tell me did you sail across the sun
Did you make it to the milky way
To see the lights all faded
And that heaven is overrated
Tell me, did you fall from a shooting star?
One without a permanent scar
And did you miss me
While you were looking for yourself out there

Now that she's back from that soul vacation
Tracing her way through the constellation
She checks out mozart while she does tae-bo
Reminds me that there's room to grow
Now that she's back in the atmosphere
I'm afraid that she might think of me as
Plain old jane told a story about a man
Who was too afraid to fly so he never did land

But tell me did the wind sweep you off your feet
Did you finally get the chance to dance along the light of day
And head back to the milky way
And tell me did venus blow your mind?
Was it everything you wanted to find?
And did you miss me
While you were looking for yourself out there

Can you imagine, no love, pride, deep fried chicken
Your best friend always stickin up for you
(even when i know you're wrong)?
Can you imagine no first dance
Freeze dried romance
5 hour phone conversation
The best soy latte` that you ever had and...me?

But tell me did the wind sweep you off your feet?
Did you finally get the chance to dance along the light of day
And head back to the milky way?
Tell me did you sail across the sun?
Did you make it to the milky way to see the lights all faded
And that heaven is overrated?
Tell me did you fall for a shooting star,
One without a permanent scar?
And did you miss me while you were looking for yourself
Nanananananananananananana

And did you finally get the chance to dance along the light of day?
And did you fall for a shooting star?
Fall for a shooting star?
And are you lonely looking for yourself out there?

Escrito por J. Marinheiro Filho às 21h55
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