Your latest trick - Dire Straits

Se há coisa que eu adoro, ainda hoje em dia, é em plena noite, no silêncio da madrugada, pôr-me a ouvir musicas de "low profile". Musicas de Low Profile não são musicas más, nada disso, são musicas que passam despercebidas, que nos entram nos ouvidos, que nos levam a um estado de espirito quase embriagado. Your latest trick, dos Dire Straits, atinge a primeira posição da minha longa lista de musicas de low profile. É calma, tem aquele saxofone que nos leva a passear por ruas de prédios enormes. A voz do nosso Mark Knoffler, a levar-nos por entre os camiões do lixo, e o truque de uma senhora desconhecida, que o obriga a ficar acordado, a ele e a nós, que o ouvimos. Traz-me memórias desde sempre. E é aquela parte da minha alma, que normalmente fica bem escondida e bem visivel, a todos os instantes, desde o primeiro acorde.

Viva ao jazz.

"Late at night, between satins and dreams, the cars pass on the lonely streets at high speeds. And I just sit around, looking to the memory of you, and your latest trick. It was only my heart that got broken, and no day is going to change that. Only the night that belongs to the lonely.

Night owls. Live for the moments when the stars are high in the sky. I get my glass and I think I’ve to stop drinking. The alcohol goes down my throat and I smile. Bohemian was my fate after all? Couldn’t I just settle down? In these silent hours, I dare not to speak. In these hours nothing comes closer to me as you do.

My fate. Comical word. Fate. Written and scrapped at birth. If we can’t get ourselves ridden of the burden of the past, how can we live the present? Why care about the future after all? I take another drink from my bar, bottles getting empty as the time goes by. In front of me stands a white sheet of paper, and I don’t know what to write on it.

How could I start?

How to say you changed me after all?

I remember your tears. I remember my cold reaction to them, sitting there in silence, not crossing any boundaries you and I have created. It was more comfortable that way. I don’t know why it happened, when it happened, and know I just look at the memory of you and your latest trick.

I don’t know if I had left you or you left me. Walking down the Life Lane, I’ve turned myself to other situations. Got a hold in my life and lived to the last moment. I laugh now, alone, with my half empty bottle standing in front of me. Oh, I let myself be fooled by my strength. By my undying pride. I had them, you know? I had them all, right here, right in my two empty hands.

But how to explain to you what you did with your latest trick?

Sit down and relax. My eyes look to the ceiling and I see blue sky. I take another drink. And I sigh. I wonder for a moment, where can you be. I get up, cleaning the unconsciousness of the gesture itself. I’ll take a bath, eat something and hit the bed. We weren’t made for thinking you know? That is your part in all of this. We just follow now and them.

The water cleans most of my memories and I get out shinning new. So foolish of me to go over things that went by. My heart will never settle down. I’m like a wild horse, always running away from things.

I go the kitchen, whistling old music that fancies me. Fast as the eye can see, I get myself a good hot meal and I sit to watch TV for a while. And in the corner of my eye, you show up, waving once. I look around, but you aren’t there. Friends always told me I would settle once. So did you.

You gave me safety.

Where did I lose you anyway?

I can’t recall it.

Lying down on the bed, I turn off the lights but not the music. The moonlight shines over the sheet of paper I left it blank. That is my future. A white sheet of paper with nothing on it. And I can write whatever I want. So why I thought about writing the past?

All took place so quick.

All I can do is to hand it to you and your latest trick.

Men only think about women now and then.

And there is where your latest trick starts…"

(c)2006 Filipa Nunes

All the late night bargains have been struck
Between the satin beaus and their belles
And prehistoric garbage trucks
Got the city to themselves
Echoes roars dinosaurs
They're all doing the monster mash
And most of the taxis, most of the whores
Are only taking calls for cash

I don't know how it happened
It all took place so quick
But all I can do is hand it to you
And your latest trick

My door was standing open
Security was laid back and lax
But it was only my heart got broken
You must have had a pass key made out of wax
You played robbery with insolence
And I played the blues in twelve bars down Lover's Lane
And you never did have the intelligence to use
The twelve keys hanging off my chain

I don't know how it happened
It all took place so quick
But all I can do is hand it to you
And your latest trick

Now it's past last call for alcohol
Past recall has been here and gone
The landlord he finally paid us all
The satin jazzmen have put away their horns
And we're standing outside of this wonderland
Looking so bereaved and so bereft
Like a Bowery bum when he finally understands
The bottle's empty and there's nothing left

I don't know how it happened
It was faster than the eye could flick
But all I can do is hand it to you
And your latest trick