Your coat and hat are gone I really can't look at your little empty shelf A ragged teddy bear It feels like we never had a chance Don't look me in the eye
We lay in each other's arms But the room is just an empty space I guess we lived it out Something in the air We smile too fast Then can't think of a thing to say
Lived with the best times Left with the worst Danced with you too long Nothing left to save
Let's take what we can I know you'll hold your head up high We've raged for the last time A place of no return
And there's something in the air Something in my eye I've danced with you too long Yeah Something in the air Something in my eye
Abracadoo, I lose you We can't avoid the clash, the big mistake Now we're going to pay and pay The sentence of our lives Can't believe I'm asking you to go
We used what we could To get the things we want But we lost each other on the way I guess you know I never wanted anyone more than you
Lived all our best times Left with the worst I've danced with you too long Say what you will There's something in the air
Raged for the last time But I know you'll hold your head up high There's nothing we have to say There's nothing in our eyes
But there's something in the air Something in my eye I danced with you too long There's something I have to say There's something in the air Something in my eye
I've danced with you too long Danced with you too long Danced with you too long And there's something in the air Something in the air
A heart that's full up like a landfill A job that slowly kills you Bruises that won't heal
You look so tired and unhappy Bring down the government They don't, they don't speak for us I'll take a quiet life A handshake of carbon monoxide
No alarms and no surprises No alarms and no surprises No alarms and no surprises Silent, silent
This is my final fit, my final bellyache with
No alarms and no surprises No alarms and no surprises No alarms and no surprises please
Such a pretty house, such a pretty garden
No alarms and no surprises (let me out of here) No alarms and no surprises (let me out of here) No alarms and no surprises please (let me out of here)
Radiohead Just
Can't get the stink off He's been hanging round for days Comes like a comet Suckered you but not your friends One day he'll get to you And teach you how to be a holy cow
You do it to yourself, you do and that's what really hurts You do it to yourself, just you you and no-one else You do it to yourself You do it to yourself
Don't get my sympathy Hanging out the 15th floor You've changed the locks three times He still comes reeling through the door One day I'll get to you And teach you how to get to purest hell
You do it to yourself, you do and that's what really hurts You do it to yourself, just you you and no-one else You do it to yourself You do it to yourself
You do it to yourself, you do and that's what really hurts is You do it to yourself, just you you and no-one else You do it to yourself You do it to yourself, yourself, yourself.
Porque a música, ela sim, é minha fiel companheira, e porque esta musa estará sempre na minha vida, de variadas formas.
PJ HARVEY We Float
We wanted to find love We wanted success Until nothing was enough Until my middle name was excess
Somehow I lost touch When you went out of sight When you got lost into the city Got lost into the night
I was in need of help Heading to blackout Till someone told me "run on in honey Before somebody blows your goddamn brains out"
You shoplifted as a child I had a model's smile You carried all my hopes Until something broke inside But now
We float Take life as it comes We float Take life as it comes
So will we die of shock? Die without a trial? Die on Good Friday? While holding each other tight
This is kind of about you This is kind of about me We just kinda lost our way We were looking to be free But one day
We'll float Take life as it comes We'll float Take life as it comes
But one day We'll float Take life as it comes
PJ HARVEY Send His Love To Me
Lover had to leave me Cross the desert plain Turned to me, his lady Tells me "lover wait"
Calling Jesus, please Send his love to me
Oh, wind and rain may haunt me Look to the north and pray Send me, please, his kisses Send them home today
I'm begging Jesus, please Send his love to me
Left alone in desert This house becomes a hell This love becomes a tether This room becomes a cell
Mummy, Daddy, please Send him back to me
How long must I suffer? Dear god, I've served my time This love becomes my torture This love, my only crime
Lover please release me My arms too weak to grip My eyes to dry for weeping My lips too dry to kiss
Calling Jesus, please Send his love to me
I'm begging Jesus, please Send his love to me
PJ HARVEY Is That All There Is?
I remember when I was a girl Our house caught on fire And I'll never forget the look on my father's face As he gathered me in his arms and raced to the burning building out on the pavement. And I stood there shivering and watched the whole world go up in flames. And when it was all over I said to myself "Is that all there is to a fire?, Is that all there is?"
Is that all there is? If that's all there is, my friends, then let's keep dancing Let's break out the booze and have a ball If that's all there is
And when I was twelve years old, my Daddy took me to the circus 'The greatest show on earth'. And there were clowns and elephants, dancing bears, and a beautiful lady in pink tights flew high above our heads. And as I sat there watching, I had the feeling that something was missing I don't know what but when it was all over I said to myself "Is that all there is to the circus?"
Is that all there is?" If that's all there is, my friends, then let's keep dancing Let's break out the booze and have a ball If that's all there is
And then I fell in love with the most wonderful boy in the world. We'd take long walks down by the river or just sit for hours gazing into each other's eyes. We were so very much in love and then one day he went away and I'd thought I'd die, but I didn't. And when I didn't, I said to myself "Is that all there is to love?"
Is that all there is? If that's all there is, my friends, then let's keep¡
I know what you must be saying to yourselves if that's the way she feels about it, Then why doesn't she just end it all. O no, not me, I'm not ready for the final disappointment Cause I know just as well as I'm standing here talking to you, That when that final moment comes and I'm breathing my last breath, I know what I'll be saying to myself "Is that all there is?"
Is that all there is? If that's all there is, my friends, then let's keep dancing Let's break out the booze and have a ball If that's all there is
Esta música e este vídeo fazem-me pensar muito. Apesar de parecer apenas um video normal com participação de pessoas de rua, a letra e em especial a frase do refrão dá a ideia de que andamos todos por este mundo a safarmo-nos como podemos, mas que ficamos completamente fecundados da cabeça, que no meio deste caos lá vamos conseguindo seguir a nossa vida, mas cada dia com mais coisas a ficarem na nossa cabeça a baralharem-nos. Há uma sensação quase-apocalíptica, uma ideia do século XXI como a época da resignação face a um conjunto enorme de coisas no mundo que nos assoberbam, nos ultrapassam, e às quais só podemos sobreviver com uma constante aceitação de que tem de ser assim, por muito que quiséssemos que não o fosse.
Dois temas que abrem um álbum, duas expressões dos meus estados de espírito mais recentes.
Sneaker Pimps Half life
Half life wastes before it goes It's funny how your bee sting touch never leaves me whole It's not enough to stay here almost trying You keep your last laugh watch this dying It's just half time vertigo And if you want an answer I don't know
If you had completed me Don't think I'd be pleased with you Don't think I'd compete with you With half of me to take
Half life nothing I'd call home It's lucky how these phantom limb bee stings never show It's not enough to leave this falling kindly You burn my star down twice as brightly It's just your half light undertow But if you need forgiveness I don't know
If you had completed me Don't think I'd be pleased with you Don't think I'd compete with you With half of me to take
Half light breaks with nothing wrong Just a corner of my bed where you don't belong It's kind of you to notice no one's dying You had your last laugh almost crying It's just your half life long to know And if you need a reason so it goes
If you had completed me Don't think I'd be pleased with you Don't think I'd compete with you With half of me to take
Sneaker Pimps Low five
It takes too much to please me Attached but no real feeling High fives and corporate anthems Nothing comes to mind
Kitemarked for true low standards Where more wants all and no less Just change with no real progress Nothing comes to mind I want higher But nothing comes to mind
Give me a low five I cant help myself Im a low five downsize no one else Do you love yourself?
Altered states and egos Potential less than zero Found God in san diego Nothing comes to mind
Give me a low five I cant help myself Im a low five downsize no one else Do you love yourself?
I half expect to find myself In full control of nothing else Lost hope but learnt to hopeless Nothing comes to mind I want higher But nothing comes to mind
Give me a low five I cant help myself Im a low five downsize no one else Do you love yourself?
Hoje é o dia do solstício. Segundo a definição dicionarizada, "tempo e ponto da eclíptica em que o Sol, tendo chegado aos trópicos, parece estacionário durante alguns dias, antes de começar a aproximar-se novamente do Equador". Espero apenas não ficar estacionário neste estado de espírito, e que o solstício seja uma fase para recuperar energias e/ou eventualmente recomeçar novos ciclos e percorrer novos caminhos, dado que foram colocadas barreiras em algumas estradas para onde me dirigia. "Onde está o mapa? Ah... não existe..."
Roger Waters escreveu este tema numa fase em que se apercebeu que já não se estava a preparar para a vida, mas sim que já estava a meio dela. Tinha 28 anos na altura.
Time
Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day You fritter and waste the hours in an offhand way. Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town Waiting for someone or something to show you the way.
Tired of lying in the sunshine staying home to watch the rain. You are young and life is long and there is time to kill today. And then one day you find ten years have got behind you. No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun.
So you run and you run to catch up with the sun but it's sinking Racing around to come up behind you again. The sun is the same in a relative way but you're older, Shorter of breath and one day closer to death.
Every year is getting shorter never seem to find the time. Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines Hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way The time is gone, the song is over, Thought I'd something more to say.
Não esperava haver uma banda antes dos "teloneros", e foi uma boa surpresa na mesma tarde saber que seria um tributo aos Doors.
Apesar de chegar já a meio da sua performance, julgo que me permitiu ver o mais importante: a música dos Doors é de facto intemporal, mas alguns devaneios da mesma só são permitidos a alguns iluminados (naturalmente ou com o auxílio de algumas substâncias).
Cheguei ao som de When the Music's Over, uma das minhas favoritas da banda, e foi imediatamente visível o que mencionei. O vocalista era o que mais se esforçava por se manter fiel a quem prestava tributo: a vestimenta fiel ao original, alguns saltos estudados, e em grande parte a voz muito próxima da do Jim Morrisson. Porém, o ritmo marcado da bateria, muito sincopado e com pouca onda psicadélica, imediatamente desvanecia a possibilidade de fecharmos os olhos e esperarmos sentir um pouco da presença dos Doors na sala.
De qualquer modo, foram momentos divertidos, em que me escangalhei a rir com o teclista - passou o tempo a olhar para o público, com um ar meio alucinado, como de quem diz "mas o que estão estas pessoas a fazer aqui???".
Tempo para um cigarro (lá fora na rua, fruto das legislações sobre o tabaco) e já desço as escadas a ouvir Five Years. Imagino um ser ruivo e de cabelo em pé no palco, mas deparo com uma banda que nada se preocupou em seguir o aspecto visual de nenhum dos Spiders from Mars. Nada de preocupante, até porque acho que seria um sacrifício assustador para o baixista (o Trevor Bolder utilizava umas patilhas enormes, daquelas que davam para fazer tranças, e convenhamos que não é a melhor opção estética).
A banda propunha-se repassar momentos da carreira de David Bowie entre 1969 e 1985 e para isso fez uma selecção de temas bastante feliz, na minha opinião, considerando que o set durou cerca de uma hora e um quarto.
A voz, demasiado preocupada em acertar a nota de base, evitava os trejeitos de Bowie a encerrar os versos, o que retirava muita élan aos temas. Além disso, a falta de conhecimento de algumas letras - não tanto a nível das palavras, mas mais a nível da compreensão das mesmas - retiravam alguma expressividade. Exemplos: nao cantar "I had to phone someone so I picked on you, you, you..." em Starman com um tom muito provocante é meio caminho andado para a música falhar. Além disso, uma falha inconcebível em Quicksand incomodou-me de sobremaneira, e logo numa frase tão importante no contexto da música: em vez de "knowledge comes from death's release" foi cantado "knowledge comes from death's disease"!!! A bateria foi o elemento que menos gostei graças à sua gritante falta de gosto: "Heroes" não precisa de variações no bombo, é suposto ter um ritmo hipnótico; o splash não serve como crash no final das estrofes; pedal duplo só para fazer barulho no final dos temas é chunga! A guitarra, mercê do fraco som (falo das definições no amplificador, não do PA) e de alguma falta de dedos, não resistia a puxadas mais fortes: os solos de Moonage Daydream foram só o exemplo mais gritante. O incrível foi que nem o maravilhoso riff de Rebel Rebel soou forte; como é possível???!!!
Apesar de todas estas críticas negativas, evitei centrar-me nas mesmas e tentei usufruir do prazer de se estar a ouvir música lindíssima e intemporal com mais pessoas que partilham a minha paixão por David Bowie. Houve alguns momentos mágicos, como Space Oddity (cantada em uníssono pelas cerca de 200 pessoas na sala) ou Ashes to Ashes (primeira abordagem ao trabalho de Bowie pós-70).
Sei que é extremamente ingrato o papel duma banda de tributo, pois presta-se a comparações com artistas de vulto - e neste caso, com um dos melhores artistas de sempre, na minha opinião. Assim, decidi não me preocupar em demasia com o facto de não estar a assistir verdadeiramente ao renascimento do Bowie duma determinada fase, mas desfrutar do prazer da intemporalidade destas músicas. Apesar de todas as notas que fiz atrás, garanto que não fui picuínhas (sim, imaginem se fosse).