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KING: Ever think of harming yourself?
EDWARDS: Yes. In fact, I can tell you some very funny stories about that.
KING: Tell me one.
EDWARDS: OK. I had decided that the time had come. I didn't want to live anymore. I went up on a bluff in Malibu where we lived. I had decided on the method, which was probably to slash my wrists, because I figured I could bleed into the lawn and nobody would notice it. And, I got a straight razor blade and I sat down in a chair on a beautiful sunny day looking out at the Pacific.
I'm in my tennis shorts, and as I prepared to do the deed, I felt a wet nose at my ear and I responded. It was my Great Dane and he knew something was going on. He just knew and I said "Get away. Go away." I pushed him away and finally he became so almost abusive trying to get me to stop doing whatever it was I was doing. I had locked him up in my studio, but I could see him through the glass because it was all glass studio.
KING: He knew?
EDWARDS: Yes, he knew. He was jumping and running and whining. You could hear him. And I thought well, in a little while that won't make any difference. I won't have to worry about him and I'm ready to do it again. And I feel this wet soggy thing at my crotch, and I look down and it's a tennis ball and our other dog, our retriever had now brought me a tennis ball and he knew what the hell was going on and he kept fetching this tennis ball and I kept saying, "Go away," and throwing the tennis ball.
KING: This is the suicide gone wrong.
EDWARDS: Right. So finally, I figured, I know what I'll do. I'll throw this ball over the cliff. It will go down on the beach. By the time he finds it and retrieves it...
KING: You're dead.
EDWARDS: I'm dead, right? So I wind up and I throw the tennis ball and I dislocate my shoulder, and I fall over backwards in the chair and I decided at that moment that today was not the day for it
KING: The gang that couldn't shoot straight.
EDWARDS: So I turn around and I started back toward the house feeling just terrible, and I thought oh, wait a minute. You know, always the one to worry about other people and I thought that razor blade's in the lawn somewhere. So I went over looking for the razor blade and stepped on it and cut, opened my heel up about that deep and ended up in the emergency in Malibu saying "hurry up or I'm going to bleed to death." That was one suicide attempt.
KING: What a great -- that's incredible.
EDWARDS: Yes, it's true.
EDWARDS: Yes. In fact, I can tell you some very funny stories about that.
KING: Tell me one.
EDWARDS: OK. I had decided that the time had come. I didn't want to live anymore. I went up on a bluff in Malibu where we lived. I had decided on the method, which was probably to slash my wrists, because I figured I could bleed into the lawn and nobody would notice it. And, I got a straight razor blade and I sat down in a chair on a beautiful sunny day looking out at the Pacific.
I'm in my tennis shorts, and as I prepared to do the deed, I felt a wet nose at my ear and I responded. It was my Great Dane and he knew something was going on. He just knew and I said "Get away. Go away." I pushed him away and finally he became so almost abusive trying to get me to stop doing whatever it was I was doing. I had locked him up in my studio, but I could see him through the glass because it was all glass studio.
KING: He knew?
EDWARDS: Yes, he knew. He was jumping and running and whining. You could hear him. And I thought well, in a little while that won't make any difference. I won't have to worry about him and I'm ready to do it again. And I feel this wet soggy thing at my crotch, and I look down and it's a tennis ball and our other dog, our retriever had now brought me a tennis ball and he knew what the hell was going on and he kept fetching this tennis ball and I kept saying, "Go away," and throwing the tennis ball.
KING: This is the suicide gone wrong.
EDWARDS: Right. So finally, I figured, I know what I'll do. I'll throw this ball over the cliff. It will go down on the beach. By the time he finds it and retrieves it...
KING: You're dead.
EDWARDS: I'm dead, right? So I wind up and I throw the tennis ball and I dislocate my shoulder, and I fall over backwards in the chair and I decided at that moment that today was not the day for it
KING: The gang that couldn't shoot straight.
EDWARDS: So I turn around and I started back toward the house feeling just terrible, and I thought oh, wait a minute. You know, always the one to worry about other people and I thought that razor blade's in the lawn somewhere. So I went over looking for the razor blade and stepped on it and cut, opened my heel up about that deep and ended up in the emergency in Malibu saying "hurry up or I'm going to bleed to death." That was one suicide attempt.
KING: What a great -- that's incredible.
EDWARDS: Yes, it's true.
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"Tanto Mar" foi composta por Chico Buarque de Hollanda para homenagear o 25 de Abril de 1974, a Revolução dos Cravos, em Portugal.
Enquanto o Brasil completava uma década (das duas que viveu) sob o regime da ditadura, em Portugal, o Estado Novo ditatorial instituído por Salazar (à época comandado por Marcelo Caetano) era derrubado.
Nesta gravação de 1978, Chico explica porque "Tanto Mar" foi censurada no Brasil e o que lhe levou a compor duas versões para a canção.
A versão original foi editada em Portugal, e exalta a vitória dos portugueses. Na segunda (vídeo), Chico considerou a mudança de contexto e estrutura política e fez uma nova leitura dos acontecimentos na terra de Roberto Leal. (O google taí pra quem quiser saber mais sobre o assunto :c)
Versão 02, liberada pela censura:
TANTO MAR
Foi bonita a festa, pá
Fiquei contente
Ainda guardo renitente um velho cravo para mim
Já murcharam tua festa, pá
Mas certamente
Esqueceram uma semente nalgum canto de jardim
Sei que há léguas a nos separar
Tanto mar, tanto mar
Sei, também, quanto é preciso, pá
Navegar, navegar
Canta primavera, pá
Cá estou carente
Manda novamente algum cheirinho de alecrim
Primeira Versão, censurada:
TANTO MAR
Sei que estás em festa, pá
Fico contente
E enquanto estou ausente
Guarda um cravo para mim
Eu queria estar na festa, pá
Com a tua gente
E colher pessoalmente alguma flor
No teu jardim
Sei que há léguas a nos separar
Tanto mar, tanto mar
Sei também quanto é preciso, pá
Navegar, navegar
Lá faz primavera pá
Cá estou doente
Manda urgentemente algum cheirinho
De alecrim
5.07.2013
That search engines will become arbiters of truth. --W. Daniel Hillis, physicist
That we’ll begin to treat technology like magic. –Neil Gershenfeld, MIT physicist
http://motherboard.vice.com/blog/what-150-of-the-worlds-smartest-scientists-are-worried-about#ixzz2Sc0o21kS
That we’ll begin to treat technology like magic. –Neil Gershenfeld, MIT physicist
http://motherboard.vice.com/blog/what-150-of-the-worlds-smartest-scientists-are-worried-about#ixzz2Sc0o21kS
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