fui informado que teria que postar sobre música e sobre o valentim coiso

ele há músicos e músicas que se casam na perfeição.

hoje é este espantoso allen shadow (sim... os textos têm a mesma magia do tom waits...) e uma canção de amor... por um macaco enorme.
parafraseando não sei quem, 'não gostamos de quem queremos, mas de quem gostamos'


king kong serenade

allen ginsberg came down
and sang for the virgins
of patterson, new jersey
to float across the river
on the backs of drunk sailors
take crippled saxophones
bend them into red buicks
and ride them like horses
through the streets of east harlem

he plays the king kong serenade
the king kong Serenade

and in the dead tv evening
he bangs his harmonium
for the outcast angels
for mingus and moondog
and the janitor of america
to spring the street temptress
and swindle the sentries of oblivion
out of the lost visions
of schoolboys from the bronx

and he plays for the king
to come down again
to quake the streets again
to mount the granite towers
and gaze into the pink windows
of unspeakable delight
to grasp the girl again and dance off
to the subway gardens of babylon
and live happily ever after
in the eternal midnight