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Sábado à noite assisti ao mais recente filme de Wes Anderson, “Viagem a Darjeeling” (The Darjeeling Limited), precedido por um curta metragem (já comentado aqui) que é, na verdade, o prólogo do filme. Sim, gostei e recomendo a sessão, mas o interessante é a trilha que une os dois: a música “Where Do You Go To (My Lovely)”, que fez sucesso na Inglaterra de 1969, cantada por Peter Sarstedt. No curta-metragem e no longa, o personagem de Jason Schwartzman seleciona essa canção em seu iPod quando deseja criar um clima de sedução pra cima de sua ex-namorada e de uma indiana que conhece no trem (calma, não estraguei nada do filme!). Uma coincidência: Peter nasceu na India (onde se passa 95% do filme). Fora a enorme quantidade de ótimas músicas indianas (muitas retiradas de filmes de Bollywood), a excelente trilha apresenta Rolling Stones (”Play With Fire”), The Kinks (”Strangers” e “Powerman”) e a música de Joe Dassin que chama os créditos finais, “Les Champs-Elysees” (fusão sui-generis de imagens do trem pelas terras de Gandhi em uma canção louvando a avenida do luxo em Paris - o que se encaixa perfeitamente com a estória dos personagens). Quer ouvir a música? Clique aqui e assista a uma apresentação vintage de Peter. Quer conhecer a letra dessa valsa-chanson francesa em clima de amor livre? Expanda este post:

Where Do You Go To (My Lovely)

You talk like Marlene Dietrich
And you dance like Zizi Jeanmaire
Your clothes are all made by Balmain
And there’s diamonds and pearls in your hair, yes there are

You live in a fancy apartment
Off the Boulevard Saint-Michel
Where you keep your Rolling Stones records
And a friend of Sacha Distel, yes you do

You go the embassy parties
Where you talk in Russian and Greek
And the youngmen who move in your circles
They hang on every word you speak, yes they do

But where do you go to my lovely
When you’re alone in your bed
Tell me the thoughts that surround you
I want to look inside your head, yes I do

I’ve seen all your qualifications
You got from the Sorbonne
And the painting you stole from Picasso
Your loveliness goes on and on, yes it does

When you go on your summer vacation
You go to Juan-les-Pins
With your carefully designed topless swimsuit
You get an even suntan on your back and on your legs

And when the snow falls you’re found in Saint Moritz
With the others of the jet-set
And you sip your Napoleon brandy
But you never get your lips wet, no you don’t

But where do you go to my lovely
When you’re alone in your bed
Won’t you tell me the thoughts that surround you
I want to look inside your head, yes I do

You’re in between 20 and 30
A very desirable age
Your body is firm and inviting
But you live on a glittering stage, yes you do, yes you do

Your name, it is heard in high places
You know the Aga Khan
He sent you a racehorse for Christmas
And you keep it just for fun, for a laugh a-ha-ha-ha

They say that when you get married
It’ll be to a millionaire
But they don’t realize where you came from
And I wonder if they really care, or give a damn

Where do you go to my lovely
When you’re alone in your bed
Tell me the thoughts that surround you
I want to look inside your head, yes I do

I remember the back streets of Naples
Two children begging in rags
Both touched with a burning ambition
To shake off their lowly-born tags, so they try

So look into my face Marie-Claire
And remember just who you are
Then go and forget me forever
But I know you still bear the scar, deep inside, yes you do

I know where you go to my lovely
When you’re alone in your bed
I know the thoughts that surround you
‘Cause I can look inside your head