Saramago

Hoje não tem música, só letra. Hoje o blog faz uma pausa.
Farei um longo silêncio, lembrando o sábio que nos deixou.
Em homenagem aos homens (e mulheres) apreciadores das letras, deixo aqui apenas uma de suas mais famosas frases:

"Não tenha pressa, mas não perca tempo".

Espero que o mestre tenha levado letra e música pro "lado de lá"...

Base jump!

"I watched you fall.

I think I pushed.

maybe I'm crazy
maybe diminished
maybe I'm innocent
maybe I'm finished
maybe I blacked out.
how do I play this?

I will give my best today
I will give myself away
I have never hurt anything
is the jury wavering?
do they know I sing?

maybe I'm crazy
maybe diminished
how do I,
how do I play this?
jealous lover, self defense
protective brother, chemical
dependence.

I'll consult the i-ching
I'll consult the tv
ouija, oblique strategies.
I'll consult the law books for
precedents.
can I charm the jury?
I will give my best today
I will give myself away
I have never hurt anything
is the justice wavering?
does she know I sing
that song?

sing along
sing along
sing along
(I will never hurt anything]

I watched you fall.
maybe they'll see me,
maybe they'll say,
"I can see the truth in his statement.
smallpox blanket? no way."
can I charm the jury, my defense?

maybe I'm crazy
maybe I'm diminished
maybe I loved you
baby I loved you
baby I loved you
baby I loved you
baby I'm finished.


I will give my best today
I will give myself away
I have never hurt anything
is the justice wavering?
does she know I sing
that song?
sing along
sing along
sing along
(I will never hurt anything)
I have given myself away
I have given my best today
I have never hurt anything

is the justice wavering?
does she know I loved you
does she know I loved you?
does she know I sing?"

Diminished
R.E.M.

Sol nascendo...

Para o mestre, com carinho.

"Deixe-me ir

Preciso andar
Vou por aí a procurar
Rir prá não chorar

Deixe-me ir
Preciso andar
Vou por aí a procurar
Rir prá não chorar...

Quero assistir ao sol nascer
Ver as águas dos rios correr
Ouvir os pássaros cantar
Eu quero nascer
Quero viver...

Deixe-me ir
Preciso andar
Vou por aí a procurar
Rir prá não chorar

Se alguém por mim perguntar
Diga que eu só vou voltar
Depois que me encontrar...

Quero assistir ao sol nascer
Ver as águas dos rios correr
Ouvir os pássaros cantar
Eu quero nascer
Quero viver...



Deixe-me ir
Preciso andar
Vou por aí a procurar
Rir prá não chorar...

Deixe-me ir preciso andar
Vou por aí a procurar
Sorrir prá não chorar
Deixe-me ir preciso andar
Vou por aí a procurar

Rir prá não chorar..."

Preciso me encontrar
Cartola

Freedom

"I'll take the position
assume the missionary part
you work by committee,
you had me pegged from the start.
I'll be pounce pony,
phony maroney,
pony before the cart.
I'll be pounce pony.
this ceremony
only fills my heart.


who cast the final stone?
who threw the crushing blow?
someone has to take the fall
why not me?


a punch toy volunteer
a weakling on its knee.
is all you want to hear
and all you want to see.
romantically, you'd martyr me
and miss this story's point
it is my strength, my destiny
this is the role that I have chosen.

who cast the final stone?
who threw the crushing blow?
someone has to take the fall
why not me?
gentlemen mark your opponents
fire into your own ranks.
pick the weakest as strategic
move. square off. to
meet your enemy.
for each and every gathering
a scapegoat falls to climb.
as I step forward, silently.
deliberately mine
who cast the final stone?
who threw the crushing blow?
someone has to take the fall
why not me? why not me.
had consequence chose differently
had fate its ugly head
my actions make me beautiful
and dignify the flesh

me. I am free. free."

Falls to climb
R.E.M.

Long silence...

Para o Oliver. Keep up.

"If we're talking about love

then I have to tell you
dear readers, I'm not sure where I'm headed.
I've gotten lost before.
I've woke up stone drunk
face down in the floor.
late afternoon, the house is hot.
I started, I jumped up.
everyone hates a bore.
everyone hates a drunk.

this may be a lit invention
professors muddled in their intent
to try to rope in followers
to float their malcontent.
as for this reader,
I'm already spent.
late afternoon, the house is hot.
I started, I jumped up.
everyone hates a sad professor.
I hate where I wound up.

dear readers, my apologies.
I'm drifting in and out of sleep.
long silence presents the tragedies
of love. note the age. get afraid.
the surface hazy with attendant thoughts.
a lazy eye metaphor on the rocks.

late afternoon, the house is hot.
I started, I jumped up.
everyone hates a bore.
everyone hates a drunk.
everyone hates a sad professor.

I hate where I wound up.
I hate where I wound up."

Sad Professor
R.E.M.