"Are we losing touch?"

"Mott the Hoople and the game of Life. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Andy Kaufman in the wrestling match. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Monopoly, Twenty one, checkers, and chess. Yeah, yeah, yeah,yeah.
Mister Fred Blassie in a breakfast mess. Yeah, yeah, yeah,yeah.
Let's play Twister, let's play Risk. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
See you in heaven if you make the list. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Hey, Andy did you hear about this one? Tell me, are you locked in the punch?
Hey Andy are you goofing on Elvis? Hey, baby. Are we losing touch?
If you believed they put a man on the moon, man on the moon.
If you believe there's nothing up my sleeve, then nothing is cool.

Moses went walking with the staff of wood. Yeah, yeah, yeah,yeah.
Newton got beaned by the apple good. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Egypt was troubled by the horrible asp. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Mister Charles Darwin had the gall to ask. Yeah, yeah, yeah,yeah.

Hey Andy did you hear about this one? Tell me, are you locked in the punch?
Hey, Andy are you goofing on Elvis? Hey, baby. Are you having fun?
If you believed they put a man on the moon, man on the moon.
If you believe there's nothing up my sleeve, then nothing is cool.

Here's a little agit for the never-believer. Yeah, yeah, yeah,yeah.
Here's a little ghost for the offering. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Here's a truck stop instead of Saint Peter's. Yeah, yeah, yeah,yeah.
Mister Andy Kaufman's gone wrestling [wrestling bears]. Yeah,yeah, yeah, yeah.

Hey Andy did you hear about this one? Tell me, are you locked in the punch?
Hey Andy are you goofing on Elvis, hey baby, are we losing touch?
If you believed they put a man on the moon, man on the moon.
If you believe there's nothing up my sleeve, then nothing is cool."

Man on the moon
R.E.M.

Quase nada...

Essa certamente estará no meu túmulo!



"De você sei quase nada
Pra onde vai ou porque veio
Nem mesmo sei
Qual é a parte da tua estrada
No meu caminho

Será um atalho
Ou um desvio
Um rio raso
Um passo em falso
Um prato fundo
Pra toda fome
Que há no mundo

Noite alta que revele
Um passeio pela pele
Dia claro madrugada
De nós dois não sei mais nada

De você sei quase nada
Pra onde vai ou porque veio
Nem mesmo sei

Qual é a parte da tua estrada
No meu caminho

Será um atalho
Ou um desvio
Um rio raso
Um passo em falso

Um prato fundo
Pra toda fome
Que há no mundo

Se tudo passa como se explica
O amor que fica nessa parada
Amor que chega sem dar aviso
Não é preciso saber mais nada"

Quase nada
Zeca Baleiro

Imitation of life

"Charades, pop skill
Water hyacinth
Named by a poet
Imitation of life

Like a coin in a frozen pond
Like a goldfish in a bowl
I don't want to hear you cry

That sugarcane that tasted good
That's cinnamon, that's Hollywood
Come on, come on
No one can see you try

You want the greatest thing
The greatest thing since bread came sliced
You've got it all
You've got it sized

Like a Friday fashion show
Teenager freezing in the corner
Trying to look like you don't try

That sugarcane that tasted good
That's cinnamon, that's Hollywood
Come on, come on
No one can see you try

No one can see you cry

That's sugarcane that tasted good
That's freezing rain, that's what you could
Come on, come on
No one can see you cry

This sugarcane, this lemonade
This hurricane, I'm not afraid
Come on, come on
No one can see me cry

This lightning storm, this tidal wave
This avalanche, I'm not afraid
Come on, come on
No one can see me cry

That sugarcane that tasted good
That's who you are, that's what you could
Come on, come on
No one can see you cry

That sugar cane that tasted good
That's who you are, that's what you could
Come on, come on
No one can see you cry"

Imitation of life
R.E.M.

Leveza

Uma das 'seis propostas para o próximo milênio', Ítalo Calvino defende a leveza como um valor. E tomando a literatura como função existencial, afirma a busca da leveza como 'reação ao peso do viver'.
Zé Miguel Wisnik é a encarnação da leveza. Em recital com Arthur Nestrovski, onde falam de música e literatura, parece levitar no palco; enquanto (en) canta seus longos braços parecem asas do desejo...de voar.
É dele e de Jorge Mautner esse libelo contra um dos pesos mais simbólicos da atualidade: a falta de tempo que nos devora e ameaça.

"vê se encontra um tempo
pra me encontrar sem contratempo
por algum tempo
o tempo dá voltas e curvas
o tempo tem revoltas absurdas
ele é e não é ao mesmo tempo
avenida das flores
ea ferida das dores
e só então
se sopetão
entro e me adentro no tempo e no vento
e abarco e embarco no barco de Ísis e Osíris
sou como a flecha do arco do arco-íris
que despedaça as flores mais coloridas em mil fragmentos
que passa e de graça distribui amores de cristais totais sexuais celestiais
das feridas das queridas despedidas
de quem sentiu todos os momentos"

(Tempo sem tempo
Zé Miguel Wisnik e Jorge Mautner)

Obama

"Let's put our heads together and start a new country up
Our father's father's father tried, erased the parts he didn't like
Let's try to fill it in, bank the quarry river, swim
We knee-skinned it you and me, we knee-skinned that river red

This is where we walked, this is where we swam
Take a picture here, take a souvenir

This land is the land of ours, this river runs red over it
We knee-skinned it you and me, we knee-skinned that river red
And we gathered up our friends, bank the quarry river, swim
We knee-skinned it you and me, underneath the river bed

This is where we walked, this is where we swam
Take a picture here, take a souvenir

Cuyahoga
Cuyahoga, gone

Let's put our heads together, start a new country up,
Underneath the river bed we burned the river down
This is where they walked, swam, hunted, danced and sang,
Take a picture here, take a souvenir

Cuyahoga
Cuyahoga, gone

Rewrite the book and rule the pages, saving face, secured in faith
Bury, burn the waste behind you

This land is the land of ours, this river runs red over it
We are not your allies, we can not defend

This is where we walked, this is where we swam
Take a picture here, take a souvenir

Cuyahoga
Cuyahoga, gone

Cuyahoga
Cuyahoga, gone"

Cuyahoga
R.E.M.