Tricky - Suffocated Love

No outro dia deu-me para descobrir algumas coisas de Tricky e de um albúm dele e descobri que a música, "Suffocated Love", foi inspirada num soneto de William Shakespeare. Deixo aqui as duas versões se vos apetecer ler e comparar...

William Shakespeare - Sonnet 138

When my love swears that she is made of truth,
I do believe her, though I know she lies,
That she might think me some untutor'd youth,
Unlearned in the world's false subtleties.
Thus vainly thinking that she thinks me young,
Although she knows my days are past the best,
Simply I credit her false-speaking tongue:
On both sides thus is simple truth supprest.

But wherefore says she not she is unjust?
And wherefore say not I that I am old?
O, love's best habit is in seeming trust,
And age in love loves not to have years told:

Therefore I lie with her, and she with me,
And in our faults by lies we flatter'd be.

Tricky - Suffocated Love

It's too good, it's too nice
She makes me feel it's too quick
Is it love? No not love
She turns my sexual tricks
She says she's mine, I know she lies
First, I scream, then I cry
You take a second of me
You beckon, I'll bleed
She suffocates me
She suffocates me with suggestions
I asked 'do you feel the same?'
And later on, maybe
I'll tell you my real name
She's so good, she's so bad
You understand, I can't expand
Now I could just kill a man
She's on her knees, I say please
I cross her city lines, she's got brown eyes
I think ahead of you, I think instead of you
Will you spend your life with me
And stifle me?
I know why the caged bird sings, I know why

Forgive and you're forgiven
Kingdom come
Can you wait for yours
I need to taste some
Life's really funny
I laugh while she spends my money
She's my freak
I guess I'm weak
You ask what is this?
Mind your business
I pass idle days with my idle ways
'Til the twelfth of always
She walks my hallways
I keep her warm, but we never kiss
She cuts my slender wrists
Let's waste some more time
I sign the dotted line
A different level
She-devil

I think ahead of you, I think instead of you
Will you spend your life with me
And stifle me?
I know why the caged bird sings, I know why

You ask what is this?
Mind your business
I pass idle days with my idle ways
'Til the twelfth of always
She walks my hallways
I keep her warm but we never kiss
She says I'm weak and immature
But it's cool
I know what money's for
Push comes to shove
Her tongue's her favourite weapon on attack
I slap her back, she mostly hates me

I think ahead of you, I think instead of you
Will you spend your life with me
And stifle me?
I know why the caged bird sings, I know why

Can I take off your clothes
Before we go out
And when you're helpless
I'll scream and shout
We finish everyday
Well, anyway
Sixty-nine degrees
My head's between her knees.
You ask what is this?
Mind your business

It's too good, it's too nice
She makes me feel it's too quick
Is it love? No not love
She turns my sexual tricks
She says she's mine, I know she lies
First, I scream, then I cry
Take a second of me
You beckon, I'll bleed
Take a second of me

I think ahead of you, I think instead of you
Will you spend your life with me
And stifle me?
I know why the caged bird sings, I know why
I know why the caged bird sings, I know why

"Tricky - Black Steel & Suffocated Love"

Tal como Tricky disse numa entrevista: "-On the far wall a Method Man sticker is holding up a photocopy of Shakespeare's sonnet 138... He tells me it's the inspiration for Maxinquaye's spellbinding 'Suffocated Love'..."