A OUVIR EM MODO REPEAT 1, NA GRAFONOLA CASEIRA: Dress up in you, de Belle And Sebastian. Convirá dizer que não sou nem nunca fui grande admirador do folk-pop introspectivo destes escoceses, com melodias etéreas e frases de trompete judiciosamente colocadas. No género, há mais e melhor, e sempre fiquei com a sensação que a música era, na sua simplicidade e beleza, bastante superior às letras - normalmente inconsequentes.
O anterior Dear Catastrophe Waitress (2003) levou com a mão pesada de Trevor Horn, mas que pelo menos serviu para disciplinar os rapazes (e a moça).
Em The Life Pursuit a impressão final é a de mais do mesmo, embora com canções aceitáveis. Mas existe esta pérola, Dress up in you: uma suave canção de rejeição, uma dor de corno resignada e linda, em que apesar da fanfarronice do amante ignorado («they are hypocrites/so fuck them too») se pressente um amor triste que se esvai, uma esperança que se vê partir devagarinho depois de tantos planos feitos. Uma pequena delícia que dificilmente ficará para a história, mas que se irá derreter lentamente nos nossos corações, como convém a uma boa canção pop.

Dress Up In You

I?m the singer, I?m the singer in the band
You?re the loser, I won?t dismiss you out of hand
Cos you?ve got a beautiful face
It will take you places

You kept running
You?ve got money, you?ve got fame
Every morning I see your picture from the train
Now you?re an actress!
So says your résumé
You?re made of card
You couldn?t act your way out of a paper bag

You got lucky, you ain?t talking to me now
Little Miss Plucky
Pluck your eyebrows for the crowd
Get on the airplane
You give me stomach pain
I wish that you were here
We would have had a lot to talk about

We had a deal there
We nearly signed it with our blood?
An understandingI thought that you would keep your word
I?m disappointed
I?m aggravated
It?s a fault I have, I know
When things don?t go my way I have to

Blow up in the face of my rivals
I swear and I rant, I make quite an arrival
The men are surprised by the language
They act so discreet, they are hypocrites so fuck them too!

I always loved you
You always had a lot of styleI
?d hate to see you on the pile
Of ?nearly-made-it? s
You?ve got the essence, dear
If I could have a second skin
I?d probably dress up in you

You?re a star now,
I am fixing people?s nails
I?m knitting jumpers, I?m working after hours
I?ve got a boyfriend, I?ve got a feeling that he?s seeing someone else
He always had thing for you as well

Blow in the face of my rivals
I swear and I rant, I make quite an arrival
The men are surprised by the language
They act so discreet, they are hypocrites forget them

So fuck them too!