"How Insensitive" as written by Antonio Carlos Jobim, Vinicius De Moraes and Norman Gimbel....
Music by antonio carlos jobim, words by vinicius demoraes, translated by norman gimbel

How insensitive
I must have seemed
When she told me that she loved me
How unnerved and cold
I must have seemed
When she told me so sincerely
Why she must have asked
Did I just turn and stare in icy silence
What was I to say?
What can you say
When a love affair is over?

Why she must have asked
Did I just turn and stare in icy silence
What was I to say?
What can you say
When a love affair is over?

So now she's gone away
And I'm alone
With a memory of her last look
Vague and drawn and sad
I see it still
All the heartbreak in her last look
How she must have asked,
Could I just turn and stare in icy silence
What was I to do?
What can one do
When a love affair is over?



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"How Insensitive" as written by Norman Gimbel Antonio Carlos Jobim

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    General CommentWritten by Antonio Carlos Jobin, Sting recorded this with him on Red Hot and Rio--lovely song--great cd.
    sillybunnyon July 14, 2006   Link
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    General CommentA girl at the deli counter gave this to us and when I heard it, I thought in amusement, so maybe the landfill of crazy chatter didn't pass from me to the incinerator but then I recalled I have a tendency to leap to conclusions and just settled down.
    sillybunnyon July 14, 2006   Link
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    General CommentInsensatez was written by Jobim and Vinicius de Moraes, and the title means "insensitive, thoughtless." It's also known by it's English title, "How Insensitive.”
    sillybunnyon August 29, 2006   Link
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    General CommentIt is very aggravating to hear the blasted prating
    Of the dickheads who are stating that dear Horace was a prude
    When we know that with the ladies
    He was always raising Hades
    And with many an escapade
    His best productions are imbued

    Miniver Cheevy—child of scorn
    Grew lean while he assailed the seasons
    He wept that he had ever been born
    And of course he had some damn good reasons
    Miniver loved the days of old
    When eyes were bright and hearts were prancing
    The vision of some sugarplum bold
    Would set his heart a dancing
    Miniver mourned the ripe renown
    That made his name so fragrant
    He mourned romance—now on the town
    And love—he called a vagrant
    Miniver scorned the fame he sought
    But sore-annoyed he was without it
    Miniver thought and thought and thought and thought and thought about it
    Miniver Cheevy—born to bright fame
    Scratched his head and kept on thinking
    His study partner coughed and said—isn’t this insane?
    Laughing to herself, she kept on shrinking

    Eugene Field—The Truth About Horace and E.A. Robinson—Miniver Cheevy
    Paraphrased
    sillybunnyon September 15, 2006   Link

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