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Fernando Pessoa

viernes, 27 de abril de 2012

Everything Happens to Me (Frank Sinatra + Chet Baker)




EVERYTHINH HAPPENS TO ME

I make a date for golf, and you can bet your life it rains.
I try to give a party, and the guy upstairs complains.
I guess I'll go through life, just catching colds and missing trains.
Everything happens to me.

I never miss a thing. I've had the measles and the mumps.
And every time I play an ace, my partner always trumps.
I guess I'm just a fool, who never looks before he jumps.
Everything happens to me.

At first, my heart thought you could break this jinx for me.
That love would turn the trick to end despair.
But now I just can't fool this head that thinks for me.
I've mortgaged all my castles in the air.

I've telegraphed and phoned and sent an air mail special too.
Your answer was goodbye and there was even postage due.
I fell in love just once, and then it had to be with you.
Everything happens to me.

(skat)

I've telegraphed and phoned. I sent an air mail special too.
Your answer was goodbye and there was even postage due.
I fell in love just once, and then it had to be with you.
Everything happens to me.




2 comentarios:

Manuel Marcos dijo...

Qué temazos, Pedro. Uno anda con el jazz ya mucho tiempo y aquí tienes una selección superior. Chet Baker tenía esa cadencia que corresponde sólo a los escriben poesía en el aire.
Saludos cordiales.
Manuel

El transcriptor dijo...

Manuel, me gusta eso que dices de Chet Baker. Recuerdo vagamente una anécdota entre Dexter Gordon y él. Iban a tocar juntos por primera vez, y Déxter le preguntó en qué clave tocaba; el otro se quedó a cuadros, y cuando Dexter le tocó un poquito, Chet entró inmediatamente. La cogió al vuelo. Me encanta Chet Baker.

Saludos en tono menor, Manuel.

Pedro