I Want You (Oneshot)

          Fanny Fitzwilliam, como sabemos, encantou e encantou-se por Paul Simon, Ray Davies e Allan Clarke (ela acabou se casando com este último).  Contudo, o que não sabíamos, até agora, é que ela conquistou também seu maior ídolo, Bob Dylan. Pena que ela só tinha olhos para o Simon, na época. Mas, atenção! Temos alguns pequenos spoilers nesta oneshot! 

                                                                      

    Ah, Fanny, Fanny... Você é uma menina, mas é exatamente como uma mulher para mim.  Eu não quero a Joan, ou a Sara. Eu quero você.

     Você dirá: “Bob, você está enganando a si mesmo”. Não, Fanny, eu não estou. Você me cativou. Tão inteligente, e toda delicada, como uma bonequinha. E sofre pelo Paul.

      Eu poderia amenizar sua dor, se você me permitisse. Mas não me envolvendo amorosamente. Apenas sendo seu amigo. Oh, garota do país do Norte.... Agora você chora em meu peito, porque aquela que dizia ser sua amiga tramou tudo para nos incriminar.

      Não volte para a Inglaterra! Não me deixe! Ficarei vazio quando você se for. Porém, você me implora. Como posso resistir a esses meigos olhos azuis, banhados de lágrimas?

       Voe, então, doce Frances. Pegue o primeiro avião para Londres e pouse em Heathrow.

       Eu a amo, Fanny. Você não deseja mais pertencer a Paul, depois das desconfianças sem fundamento dele, contudo, tampouco deseja pertencer a mim.  Nunca revelei a você o que realmente sinto, entretanto, sei que tem consciência do meu amor.

      Espero que volte a vê-la um dia. Até esse dia chegar, guardo duas lembranças: Just Like A Woman e I Want You. Mais do que lembranças suas que me deixa, são meu tributo a você.

                                                Just Like A Woman

Nobody feels any pain
Tonight as I stand inside the rain
Ev'rybody knows
That Baby's got new clothes
But lately I see her ribbons and her bows
Have fallen from her curls.
She takes just like a woman, yes, she does
She makes love just like a woman, yes, she does
And she aches just like a woman
But she breaks just like a little girl.

Queen Mary, she's my friend
Yes, I believe I'll go see her again
Nobody has to guess
that Baby can't be blessed
Till she finally sees that she's like all the rest
With her fog, her amphetamine and her pearls.
She takes just like a woman, yes
She makes love just like a woman, yes, she does
And she aches just like a woman
But she breaks just like a little girl.

It was raining from the first
And I was dying of thirst
So I came in here
And your long-time curse hurts
But what's worse
Is this pain in here
I can't stay in here
Ain't it clear that?
I just can't fit
Yes, I believe it's time for us to quit
When we meet again
Introduced as friends
Please don't let on that you knew me when
I was hungry and it was your world.
Ah, you fake just like a woman, yes, you do
You make love just like a woman, yes, you do
Then you ache just like a woman
But you break just like a little girl.

                                                    I Want You

The guilty undertaker sighs

The lonesome organ grinder cries

The silver saxophones say I should refuse you

The cracked bells and washed-out horns

Blow into my face with scorn

But it's not that way

I wasn't born to lose you

I want you, I want you

I want you so bad

Honey, I want you.

The drunken politician leaps

Upon the street where mothers weep

And the saviors who are fast asleep

They wait for you

And I wait for them to interrupt

Me drinkin' from my broken cup

And ask for me

Open up the gate for you

I want you, I want you

Yes, I want you so bad

Honey, I want you.

Now all my fathers they've gone down

True love they've been without it

But all their daughters put me down

'Cause I don't think about it.

Well, I return to the Queen of Spades

And talk with my chambermaid

She knows that I'm not afraid

To look at her

She is good to me

And there's nothing she doesn't see

She knows where I'd like to be

But it doesn't matter

I want you, I want you

Yes, I want you so bad

Honey, I want you.

Now your dancing child with his Chinese suit

He spoke to me, I took his flute

No, I wasn't very cute to him - Was I ?

But I did though because he lied

Because he took you for a ride

And because time was on his side

And because I …

I want you, I want you

Yes, I want you so bad

Honey, I want you.