{"id":33162,"date":"2008-01-24T16:31:27","date_gmt":"2008-01-24T19:31:27","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/screamyell.com.br\/site\/?p=33162"},"modified":"2024-12-11T00:52:57","modified_gmt":"2024-12-11T03:52:57","slug":"uma-musica-carla-bruni-e-lou-reed","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/screamyell.com.br\/site\/2008\/01\/24\/uma-musica-carla-bruni-e-lou-reed\/","title":{"rendered":"Uma m\u00fasica: Carla Bruni e Lou Reed"},"content":{"rendered":"

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“Those Dancing Days Are Gone”, de Carla Bruni
\nPoem: William Butler Yeats – Music: Carla Bruni<\/p>\n

Featuring Lou Reed version<\/p>\n

Come, let me sing into your ear;
\nThose dancing days are gone,
\nAll that silk and satin gear;
\nCrouch upon a stone,
\nWrapping that foul body up
\nIn as foul a rag:
\nI carry the sun in a golden cup.
\nThe moon in a silver bag.<\/em><\/p>\n

Curse as you may I sing it through;
\nWhat matter if the knave
\nThat the most could pleasure you,
\nThe children that he gave,
\nAre somewhere sleeping like a top
\nUnder a marble flag?
\nI carry the sun in a golden cup.
\nThe moon in a silver bag.<\/em><\/p>\n

I thought it out this very day.
\nNoon upon the clock,
\nA man may put pretence away
\nWho leans upon a stick,
\nMay sing, and sing until he drop,
\nWhether to maid or hag:
\nI carry the sun in a golden cup,
\nThe moon in a silver bag.<\/em><\/p>\n