Boogeymen - part of a series of eerie stereoviews - dated 1923 (Via)
In a poor city in a poor country on a poor continent, there is a group of people with a singular purpose: to look rich.
Or, rather, to look good — and to fully embody the suave, elegant style that a wardrobe of three-piece suits, silk socks, fedoras and canes might suggest.
They are called sapeurs or members of the Societe des Ambianceurs et des Personnes Elegantes (the Society of Tastemakers and Elegant People). And when they go out, they turn the streets of Brazzaville, the capital of the Republic of the Congo, into a fashion runway.
The Surprising Sartorial Culture Of Congolese ‘Sapeurs’
Photo Credit: Hector Mediavilla/Picturetank
Tiny Tim - Earth Angel
Se não tivesse morrido de ataque do coração em 1996, Tiny Tim completaria 81 anos hoje. Engana-se quem pensa que sua única voz é aquela de “Tiptoe Through the Tulips”. Confunde-se mais aquele que pensa que seu vibrato agudo é ridículo.
Veja um “dueto” de Tiny Tim e tire a mesma conclusão que um comentarista do Youtube: “Você ri dele porque ele é diferente. Ele ri de vocês porque vocês são todos iguais”.
Find The Lover You’ll Never Lean On
Shake up your little devil
White ashes on my plate
Or wet dust, yellow matted
Nail down from end to end
I’ll find your door, don’t fear the feeling
I’ll find my wings when lose my fray
I’ll drive my car till rag and bone
Nail me down from end to end
Ain’t no need for your trembling breakdowns
Ain’t no need for the devil blues
Ain’t no need, streets of desperation
We all know what you ought to do
Behold the curves of streets you’re holding
Grab those duties you will never do
Leave the shoulder you will never lean on
Leave a shiver on the on the beds you do
Find the lover you will never lean on
Find the lover you will never lean on
Find the lover you will never lean on…
Eu queria
Pode ser que ainda falte
Um pouco de paz
Um pouco de chão
Pode ser que na vida falte
Um tanto de dor
Que traga paixão
Eu não queria ter que ir de novo
Eu não queria ter que ir de novo
Pode ser que eu agradeça
Ao acaso que traz
Mais céu pra olhar
E assim,
A sorte me descobre os olhos
E me acorda
Me cura essa ferida
Eu só queria te ver rir de novo
Eu só queria te ver rir de novo
One of the ways to deal with the fear is to approach people with a prepared forgiveness. We have to be more civil than most people that we will encounter. Having had people not understand me, maybe made me wait a little beat to where I can extend something that hasn’t been given to me. And I think that makes you a much bigger person.
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| — | Bill Withers |
I’ve found myself as company
Won’t find no one to bother me
I’ve found myself as company
My name is you, your friend is me
I’ve found myself as company
Cause I don’t really care no more
I put my issues on the speech
I made myself a fable bliss
To make you sleep
To make you cry sometimes
To make you bleed
To make you sigh by my side
Your favorite shiver
Your moaning sweeping all calvary scars
Still tainted by the fear
