Porque os meus dias necessitam de uma banda-sonora que faça suportar algumas das angústias que os atravessam. Ou simplesmente porque o meu dia foi um daqueles dias que irei recordar mais tarde, e me lembrarei da música que estava a passar naquele infímo momento de felicidade inocente.
terça-feira, junho 29, 2010
Piloto Automático
Quando soa a meia noite Começo a capotar Há um monstro dentro de mim Que eu procuro envenenar
Rezo a baco uma oração Sinto o fígado a explodir Em cada gole uma opção Um desejo de virar
Hit me like a kick to a thickening gut The beat has gone beaten me up No one's gonna lift me out of this rut The groove has gone ground me to dust I'm knocking on the wrong cocoon Spun another web of lies
And then you break through And dry before my eyes Take me with you, where you hide tonight
Did you feel the beat in a fetal curl Could you be original caterpillar girl Crawling up the vine, splitting your spine Flowing through the motion, leave a shell behind
And when you break through And dry before my eyes Take me with you, where you hide tonight Take me with you, where you hide tonight
Away, alone, look out The birds, like me, want you now We want you now Caterpillar come out
And then you break through And dry before my eyes Take me with you, where you hide tonight
Away, alone, look out The birds, like me, want you now Away, alone, look out The birds, like me, want you now We want you now Caterpillar come out
One pill makes you larger And one pill makes you small, And the ones that mother gives you Don't do anything at all. Go ask Alice When she's ten feet tall. And if you go chasing rabbits And you know you're going to fall, Tell 'em a hookah smoking caterpillar Has given you the call. Call Alice When she was just small. When the men on the chessboard Get up and tell you where to go And you've just had some kind of mushroom And your mind is moving low. Go ask Alice I think she'll know. When logic and proportion Have fallen sloppy dead, And the White Knight is talking backwards And the Red Queen's "off with her head!" Remember what the dormouse said: "Feed your head. Feed your head. Feed your head."
so, presently I'm standing here right now you're so demanding tell me what you want from me concluding concentrating on my music, lover and my babies makes me wanna ask the lady for a ticket outta town...
so can I get a window seat don't want nobody next to me I just want a ticket outta town a look around and a safe touch down can I get a window seat don't want nobody next to me I just want a chance to fly a chance to cry and a long bye bye..
but I need you to want me I need you to miss me I need your attention, yes I need you next to me I need someone to clap for me I need your direction somebody say come back come back baby come back I want you to need me come back come back baby come back come back come back baby come back come back come back baby come back
so, in my mind I'm tusslin' back and forth 'tween here and hustlin' I don't wanna time travel no mo I wanna be here I'm thinking on this porch I'm rockin' back and forth light lightning hopkins if anybody speak to scotty tell him beam me up..
so can I get a window seat don't want nobody next to me I just want a ticket outta town a look around and a safe touch down can I get a window seat don't want nobody next to me I just want a chance to fly a chance to cry and a long bye bye..
but I need you to miss me I need somebody come get me I need your attention I need your energy I need someone to clap me I need your direction
somebody say come back come back baby come back come back come back baby come back come back come back baby come back come back come back baby come back
but can I get a window seat don't want nobody next to me I just want a ticket outta town a look around and a safe touch down...
I just wanna chance to fly a chance to cry and a long bye bye...
I don't want you be no slave I don't want you work all day I don't want 'cause I'm sad and blue I just want to make love to you, baby Love to you, baby Love to you, baby Love to you I don't want you cook my bread I don't want you make my bed I don't want your money too I just want to make love to you, baby Love to you, baby Love to you, baby Love to you Well I can tell by the way that you twitch and walk See by the way that you baby talk Know by the way that you treat your man I can love you, baby, till the night train I don't want you wash my clothes I don't want you leave the home I don't want 'cause I'm sad and blue I just want to make love to you, baby Love to you, baby Love to you, baby Love to you Yeah I don't want you wash my clothes I don't want you leave the home I don't want 'cause I'm sad and blue I just want to make love to you, baby Love to you, baby Love to you, baby Sweet love to you, baby Love to you, baby I just wanna make love to you, baby Love to you, baby Love to you, baby Love to you I just, I just want to make love to you, baby I just want to make love
Why all the distance in existence Join the resistance Come on, let’s start by talking tactics With pepper-pots and matchsticks Here’s how we practice the lost art of conversation David Jason - Francis Bacon - Frank Lampard It’s gonna take some concentration But all the best things do
There’s a terrific neolithic tribe in the pacific They’ve got no cars, no televisions No money, no ambitions Just some pigs and some chickens And the lost art of conversation The League of Nations - The English Patient - Joan Of Arc It’s gonna take some imagination But all the best things do
Don’t try this in public or they’ll think you’ve gone insane And it won’t be long before the men in white coats come To take you far away
We had a comrade, a brave comrade He could talk for whole days But then he tried to be a hero Tried talking ’bout Jean Miro to commuters wearing earphones He almost die for conversation Hallucinations - Good Vibrations - Van Dyke Parks Greyhound racing - Steeple chasing - The Reformation Transubstantiation - Bram Stoker’s creation The Land of the Thracians, and right back to the start It’s gonna take some time and patience But all the best things do
Don’t try this in public or they’ll think you’ve gone insane And it won’t be long before the men in white coats come To take you far away, far away Well here they come
Man I drove down to Ghent in my underwear I went looking for some new funny clothes to wear I was feeling strange I’d say a little deranged
So I walk on in this funky place Just to see what kinda groove that I could trace I saw her face And her elegant taste Dancing to a disco was the bananaqueen Thoroughly surrounded by her royal banana kin I was amazed She put a smile on my face
She said: Hey man You shouldn’t be worried About the good or the bad or all them stories Just slowly point your life in the right direction And live it up to the max of true satisfaction
I said: Hey My life is OK
Maybe she was French Maybe African or German But it didn’t really matter to the people that were turning To the left to the right The way they moved was out of sight Man I had to get busy giving everything Everything
She had an Afro Celtic fire and a philosophic thrill She had the muscles of a giant with a delicate skill She had the softness of a mamma And the kindness of a granny She was yelling like Brown James Joyce Donkey Daddy
Now you may think this queen was some doctrinal fool Or like a monkey doing tricks around a touristy crew I’d say man This here character was nothing like that I think the forces of this planet all were bound in this cat
Quando soa a meia noite
