A voz de Ed Harcourt transporta outras três ou quatro perfeitamente distintas.
Ontem à noite tive a oportunidade de comprovar esse detalhe ao vivo e a cores.
É que o homem veio ao Porto actuar no espaço batalha - o antigo cinema - para um platéia manca de espectadores.
O ambiente foi caseiro, em parte provocado pela atitude pouco profissional e mais confortável do inglês, que faz com que palco e platéia sejam uma enorme sala de estar.
Já aqui falei e usei por diversas vezes as composições do bom Ed.
Ontem esta faltou no espectáculo, foi uma pena...



Metaphorically Yours

oh baby, can't you see
when you get mad at me
your eyes light up your face
oh baby, just admit
if both my wrists were slit
you´d bandage them with style and grace
and it´s not over
and I don´t think it will be
and we are joined at the hip like siamese twins
and that's a metaphor for the feelings that I store
I confess I love you so
I confess I love you so
I confess I love you so,
But you know
with you I´m never bored
yes ma'am, you strike a chord
that makes me shiver and mumble
I´m chomping at the bit
I need my daily fix
or my whole world will crumble
and it´s not over
I don´t think it will be
and we are joined at the hip like siamese twins
and that's a metaphor for the feelings that I store
I confess I love you so
I confess I love you so
I confess I love you so,
but you know
come wrap your arms around
the man who is back in town
and loves to watch you smile
don't know if I should laugh or cry
with you sleeping by my side
I hear the silence for miles
and it´s not over
I don´t think it will be
and we are joined at the hip like siamese twins
and that's a metaphor for the feelings that I store
I confess I love you so
I confess I love you so
I confess I love you so,
but you know