quarta-feira, janeiro 19, 2005

Mind Bomb

Hoje comprei mais um CD para a discografia dos "The The" (Mind Bomb - de 1989, versão remasterizada em 2004)... Não vou impregnar o ecran com as explicações de porque é que gosto desta banda ou que sensações é que a música invoca em mim (muitas, e boas), nada disso. Vou simplesmente solicitar os linguistas que por aí andam e convida-los a passear por estes versos fantásticos.



Transcrevi a integralidade das letras (que se lixem os direitos de autor), e chamo particular atenção para as seguintes faixas em particular:



As 3 primeiras, que se completam e que retratam respectivamente (1) alguma alegoria face à realidade que se vive hoje neste país, (2) alguns pontos de vista com que concordo face à religião (mais sobre este assunto neste post), e (3) algumas ironias sobre a sociedade quotidiana em geral.



Kingdom of Rain, que é um poema maravilhos cantado em dueto entre o Matt Johnson dos The The e a Sin'head O'connor.



Beyond Love, que é provavelmente a canção de amor mais bonita que alguma vez ouvi (já ouvi muitas), um poema digno de algumas Encandescências que por aí se lêem...



Tenho uma vontade enorme de oferecer este album a alguém e nem sei como... nem porquê.



The The - Mind Bomb



Good morning beautiful



Satellite, oh, satellite

Who sits upon our skies

How deep do you see when you spy into our lives?




I know that God lives in everybody's souls

and the only devil in your world

Lives in the human heart



So now ask yourself

What is human? And what is truth?

Ask yourself

Whose voice is it? That whispers unto you?

From the cellars of your homes

From the tops of your city roofs

Ask yourself

Whose voice is it? That whispers unto you?



Who is it?

That turns your blood into spirit and your spirit into blood



Who is it?

That can reach down from above and set yours souls ablaze with love

Or fill you with the insanity of violence and it's brother: lust



Who is it?

Whose words have been twisted beyond recognition

In order to build your planet Earth's religions



Who is it?

Who could make your little armies of the left

and your little armies of the right

Light up your skies tonight



Now some of you may live and some of you may die

But remember

That nothing in the world can kill you inside

For he is thinking of you

In your great cities of great solitude



Oh children you've still got a lot to fuckin' learn

The only path to heaven is via hell



Good morning beautiful, good morning beautiful

Good morning beautiful, good bye world





Armageddon days are here (again)



They're 5 miles high as the crow flies

leavin' vapour trails against a blood red sky

Movin' in from the East toward the West

with Balaclava helmets over their heads, yes!



But if you think that Jesus Christ is coming

Honey you've got another thing coming

If he ever finds out who's hi-jacked his name

He'll cut out his heart and turn in his grave



Islam is rising

The Christians mobilising

The world is on its elbows and knees

It's forgotten the message and worships the creeds



It's war, she cried, It's war, she cried, this is war

Drop your possessions, all you simple folk

You will fight them on the beaches in your underclothes

You will thank the good lord for raising the union jack

You'll watch the ships out of harbour

and the bodies come floating back



If the real Jesus Christ were to stand up today

He'd be gunned down cold by the C.I.A.

Oh, the lights that now burn brightest behind stained glass

Will cast the darkest shadows upon the human heart

But God didn't build himself that throne

God doesn't live in Israel or Rome

God belong to the yankee dollar

God doesn't plant the bombs for Hezbollah

God doesn't even go to church

And God won't send us down to Allah to burn

No, God will remind us what we already know

That the human race is about to reap what it's sown



The world is on its elbows and knees

It's forgotten the message and worships the creeds

Armageddon days are here again





The Violence of truth



What is evil? What is love?

What is the force that possesses us?

Where is the beauty? Where is the truth?

Where is the force that watches over you?



What is it that makes us ashamed to be white?

(when we close our ears to the sound of machine gun)



And while the niggers of this world are starving

with their mouths wide open

What is it that turns the coins we throw at them

into worthless little tokens?



Why is it that anything on this earth we do not understand

We are pushed onto our knees to worship or to damn?



Those are the rules of religion

Those are the laws of the land

That's how the forces of darkness have suppressed the spirit of man



That's why human beings still walk on all fours

Whilst in the presence of their so called superiors



Somethings telling you to wake up and salute

The dangers of obedience and the violence of truth



God is evil, God is love

God is the force that possesses us

God is beauty, God is truth

God is the force that is watching over you





Kingdom of rain



Tell me what you're thinking baby

Your heart's beating faster than mine

And I know something's going on in your life

In your life.. in your life



You were the girl I wanted to cry with

You were the girl I wanted to die with



And you were the boy who turned into the man

Broke my heart and let go off my hand




Our bed is empty, the fire is out

And all the love we've got to give has all spurted out

There's no more blood and no more pain

In our kingdom of rain



You think you know about life

You think you know about love

But when you put your hands inside me

It doesn't even feel like I'm being touched, and



You were the boy I wanted to cry with

You were the boy I wanted to die with



You've moved further from my side, year by year,

While still making love dutifully sincere




But as silent as the car lights that move across this room

As cold as our bodies silhouetted by the moon

And I would lie awake and wonder

Is it just me or this the way love is supposed to be?



Tell me what you told him baby

My heart's beating out of time with my mind

And I know something's going wrong in our lives



I just wanted somebody to caress, this damsel in distress

I just wanted somebody to undress, this damsel in distress

I just wanted somebody to bless, this damsel in distress

I just wanted somebody to possess, this young girl



Our bed is empty, the fire is out

And all the love we've got to give has all spurted out

There's no more blood and no more pain

In our kingdom of rain





The beat(en) generation



When you cast your eyes upon the skylines

Of this once proud nation

Can you sense the fear and the hatred

Grwoing in the hearts of its population



And our youth, oh youth, are being seduced

by the greedy hands of politics and half truths



The beaten generation, the beaten generation

Reared on a diet of prejudice and mis-information

The beaten generation, the beaten generation

Open your eyes, open your imagination



We're being sedated by the gasoline fumes

and hypnotised by the satellites

Into believing what is good and what is right



You may be worshipping the temples of mammon

Or lost in the prisons of religion

But can you still walk back to happiness

When you've nowhere left to run?



Andif they send in the special police

To deliver us from liberty and keep us from peace



Then won't the words sit ill upon their tongues

when they tell us justice is being done

and that freedom lives in the barrels of a warm gun





August & September



Suddenly last summer

I started going out of my head

In a tiny hotel room

Lying naked on a bed

I knew what you were doing, and I knew what you'd done

Your life with me was ending, your new life had begun

But I was cursing your name, and I was cursing that room

And I was praying for the strength to stop loving you



I started writing you the letter

Which turned into the book

I was gonna reach across the ocean

and force you to look



But what kind of man was I?

Who would sacrify you happiness to satisfy his pride

What kind of man was I?

Who would delay your destiny to appease his tiny mind



Then you came back to me and I went down on one knee

With a glint in my eyes and a rose between my teeth

And I pushed out my tongue for you to see

That I'd been dying of a thirst for your company

Then you quenched my loneliness with your tears

And our clothes fell away as we rolled back the years

But we could't deny it because we could not admit it

If our love was too strong to die

Or we were just too weak to kill it

Was our love too strong to die?

Or were we just too weak to kill it?



Every moment in that room

I closed my eyes in prayer

Every moment I awoke

I clenched my teeth in prayer



What kind of man was I?

Who would sacrify your happiness to satisfy his pride

What kind of man was I?

Who would delay your destiny to appease his tiny mind



Who could delay your destiny to appease his aching swollen pride

Who could delay your destiny to appease his screaming little mind



You're mine





Gravitate to me



I've been watching you for ages

You're like a boat without a mast

Struggling with the tide of destiny

Between the future and the past



I am the lighthouse

I am the sea

I am the air that you breathe

Gravitate to me



Through the ether and the mists of themind

You will come to me to lay by my side

To stroke my hair, to cuddle my flesh

And to quell the torrents in my subterranean depths



This world aint strong enough to keep us from eachother

For we are kindred spirits, born to become earthly lovers



And while my vanity struggles against my integrity

I find myself thinking, how deep runs my humanity?

When held up against eternity?



I am the lighthouse

I am the sea

I am your destiny

Gravitate to me



I know you

From a previous incarnation..





Beyond love



Move away from the window and into the light

There are some things in this life that you just can't fight

It's as if the spirits above have cast a little spell upon us

It's as if heaven above is beckoning us

So let us take off our crosses and lay them in a tin

And let our weakness become virtue instead of sin

Our bodies stand naked as the day they were born

And tremble like animals before a coming storm



Take me beyond love

Up to something above

Upon this bed, between these sheets

Take me to a happiness beyond human reach



The force of life is rushing through our veins

In and out like the tide it comes in waves

The drops of semen and the clots of blood

Which may, one day, become like us

With outstretched hands reaching beyond love

And up to something above



Before our juices run cold and our flesh grows old

Let me feed upon your breast and draw closer to your soul

Let me stay with you tonight and I'll offer you my world

I'll take you to the angels if you'll take me to myself



Take me beyond love

Up to something above

Upon this bed, between these sheets

Take me to a happiness beyond human reach



Beyond the grasp of lust

Beyond the need for trust

Beyond the gaze of the sick and the lame

Beyond the stretch of human pain

3 passageiros clandestinos:

Anonymous chevry chamou a hospedeira e disse:

Essa vontade de dar é bonita. É partilhar com alguém algo que valorizamos, que nos fascina.
Bonito! Quanto a dar, pode-se escolher um estranho ou o oposto, alguém que sabemos que vai valorizar, que vai gostar e partilhar connosco essa mesma emoção. Ambos podem surpreender.
Já experimentaste por uma nota de 50 euros no boné do idoso sentado no degrau?

12:27 AM  
Anonymous Pecola chamou a hospedeira e disse:

Não conheço nenhuma mas, como até aqui, consegues.me/nos? convencer a ler tudo até ao fim. Mas o tempo urge, as aulas chamam.. Vou ler até onde conseguir. E depois volto.

A primeira fez.me lembrar Bakhtin. Vê.se mesmo que ando a deitar teoria pelos olhos.. Mas pronto: as várias vozes estão lá, no caminho para a "verdade".

A segunda, curiosamente, gostava muito de ouvir. Não sei se é pura coincidência ou se o paralelismo é propositado, mas "Armaggedon days are here again" ecoa "happy days are here again" - a música que muito valeu a Roosevelt (o segundo) na sua campanha em tempos difíceis..

Tic Tac Tic Tac

Bom dia! =o)

8:51 AM  
Anonymous Invisible chamou a hospedeira e disse:

yrvehC: Partilhar é algo que tanto faço e que tantas vezes me rendeu irónicamente incompreendido...
Sei exactamente o que sinto quando ajudo alguém que precisa de ajuda (sim, acaba por ser uma forma de partilha), poderia contar tantas vezes que o fiz, contar histórias, relatar desvios feitos ao meu caminho para tentar apaziguar a minha impotencia de resolver os problemas dos outros de forma mais determinante do que simplesmente comprar a paz da minha consciência com uma esmola, sobretudo quando a esmola nem chega para acalmar a consciência, para acalmar um sentimento de culpa que sinto sem compreender porquê...
A última situação mais marcante que me aconteceu foi no Cairo, em Outubro passado, sái um post sobre isto hoje à noite...

aLoCeP: Não esperava que lêsses tudo, daí a chamada de atenção a algumas letras em particular...
Arranja meio de eu te enviar uma cópia (sem interferirmos muito um com o outro, claro) e terei todo o prazer em fazê-lo, no fundo e muito bem observado pela Chevry, em partilhar.

4:08 PM  

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