Nip/Tuck

Eu adoro Nip/Tuck. A protagonista troca o marido gato e bem-sucedido pelo anão, o marido gato e traído afoga as mágoas com a duende ajudante de papai-noel do shopping, Jacqueline Bisset rouba rins de quase todo o elenco, a ex-atrix pornô se rende à cientologia e o vilãozão vira comida de jacaré. Tá bom pra você, bee? Uma série que consegue continuar interessante mesmo se desenvolvendo em torno de histórias estapafúrdias como essas merece todos os prêmios, todo meu amor. Achei o episódio final da quarta temporada sensacional, criativo, divertido, um dos melhores da série. E ainda teve aquela cena construída em cima da música que foi coisalindadedeus. Quero mais! Agora em Hollywood.

Deixo aqui minha singela homenagem, uma letra da minha nova banda favorita da semana. Stay beautiful.

Brighter Discontent
The Submarines
Got a brand new roof above my head
All the empty boxes thrown away
I rearranged the place
A hundred times today
But the ordering of objects
Couldn't hide what's missing

All these things should make me happy
Make me happy to be home again
All these things should make me happy
Make me happy to be alone again

Got myself a bottle of red wine
Got a night of nothing else to do
I think I might know
What I really want
But is a brighter discontent
The best that I could hope to find?

Got a big black television set
Now I can watch just what I want
But I'm here staring up
At pictures on the wall
And where are you,
You're still stuck inside them all

All these things should make me happy
Make me happy to be home again
All these things should make me happy
Make me happy to be alone again

But love is not these belongings
That surround me
Though there's meaning
In the memories they hold
A breaking heart in an empty apartment
Was the loudest sound
I never heard

Got a desk I'll write myself a note
Pretending that it came from you
On hotel stationary
From the time we first met
Whatever I can do causeI won't throw my hands up yet

All these things should make me happy
Make me happy to be home again
All these things should make me happy
Make me happy to be alone again

But love is not these belongings
That surround you
Though there's meaningIn the memories they hold
A breaking heart in an empty apartment
Was the loudest sound I never heard

Well I'll be find if I dont look around me now
Too much for what's gone
If only I can wait here just a little while
And let time pass in my room