old habits die hard

Ok, pronto, vou escrever.

Tava a deambular pelo Omerta a ver uns profiles e parei num com a seguinte frase:

there are no words…

“Love is so short, forgetting is so long.”

- Pablo Neruda

Hoje estou num Pearl Jam mood. Para quem não sabe, é das minhas bandas preferidas. Arriscaria a dizer que é a minha banda preferida mas não lhes tenho dado muita atenção porque tenho andado a ouvir outros estilos de música, outras bandas menos conhecidas e também porque andei muitos anos a ouvi-los todos os dias. Acho que me cansei um bocado no fundo, mas hoje decidi por uma música a tocar e depois deixei a playlist seguir e ainda não me cansei! Se calhar é bom sinal, até porque vou ao concerto deles em Setembro e era um bocado chato estar lá à seca e não curtir o concerto, eheh.

Uma das músicas que ouvi foi a Soon Forget:

Sorry is the fool who trades his soul for a corvette.
Thinks he’ll get the girl he’ll only get the mechanic.
What’s missing? He’s living a day he’ll soon forget.

That’s one more time around. The sun is going down.
The moon is out but he’s drunk and shouting.
Putting people down. He’s pissing. He’s living a day he’ll soon forget.

Counts his money every morning. The only thing that keeps him horny.
Locked in a giant house that’s alarming.
The townsfolk they all laugh.

Sorry is the fool who trades his love for hi-rise rent.
Seem the more you make equals the loneliness you get.
And it’s fitting. He’s barely living a day he’ll soon forget.

That’s one more time around and there is not a sound.
He’s lying dead clutching Benjamins. Never put the money down.
He’s stiffening. We’re all whistling a man we’ll soon forget.

Epá, tive a pensar, e se calhar é no mínimo estranho que um blog tão recente tenha já mais letras de músicas do que propriamente posts escritos por mim e… pronto, não é que eu ache que deva uma explicação, até porque acho que a razão é óbvia: para além de dar menos trabalho fazer copy/paste do que propriamente escrever algo de novo, a verdade é que este blog existe para reflectir a minha pessoa, as minhas vontades, as minhas alegrias e tristezas, sabores e dissabores da vida e às vezes não há nada melhor que uma música para descrever esses momentos.

Para não fugir à pseudo-regra:

I’m sick and tired of hearing things,
from uptight, short sighted, narrow minded hypocrites,
all I want is the truth,
just gimme some truth,
I’ve had enough of reading things,
by neurotic, psychotic, pig headed politicians,
all I want is the truth,
just give us the truth,

No short haired, yellow bellied, son of tricky Dicky is
gonna mother hubbard, soft soap me with just a pocket full of oil,
money for oil,
money for oil.

I’m sick to death of seeing things,
by tight lipped, condescending, mommy’s little chauvinists,
all I want is the truth,
just gimme some truth,
I’ve had enough of watching scenes,
of schizophrenic, egocentric, paranoia prima donnas,
all I want is the truth,
just give us the truth,

No short haired, yellow bellied, son of tricky Dicky is
gonna mother hubbard soft soap me with just a pocket full of oil,
money for oil,
money for oil,

No short haired, yellow bellied, son of George-Porgy is
gonna mother hubbard soft soap me with just a pocket full of oil,
it’s money for oil,
no blood for oil,

I’m sick to death of hearing things,
from uptight, short sighted, narrow minded hypocrites,
all I want is the truth,
just gimme some truth,
I’ve had enough of reading things,
by neurotic psychotic, homophobic hypocrites,
all I want is the truth,
just give us the truth,
all we want is the truth,
just give us the truth,
we can handle the truth,
just give us some truth,
share with us the truth,
we’ll give you our truth.

I swapped my innocence for pride
Crushed the end within my stride
Said I’m strong now I know that I’m a leaver
I love the sound of you walking away, you walking away
Mascara bleeds a blackened tear, oh
And I am cold, yes, I’m cold
But not as cold as you are
I love the sound of you walking away, you walking away
I love the sound of you walking away, walking away, hey hey

Why don’t you walk away?
Why don’t you walk away?

Why don’t you walk away?
No buildings will fall down
Won’t you walk away
No quake will split the ground
Won’t you walk away
The sun won’t swallow the sky
Won’t you walk away?
Statues will not cry

(…)

I cannot turn to see those eyes
As apologies may rise
I must be strong and stay an unbeliver

And love the sound of you walking away, you walking away
Mascara bleeds into my eye, oh
And I’m not cold, I am old
At least as old as you are

(…)

Oh, as you walk away
My headstone crumbles down
As you walk away
The Hollywood winds will howl
As you walk away
The Kremlin’s falling
As you walk away
Radio Four is static

(…)

Composição: Franz Ferdinand

A love like ours is love thats hard to find
How could we let it slip away
Weve come too far to leave it all behind
How could we end it all this way
When tomorrow comes well both regret
Things we said today

A love like ours is love thats hard to find
How could we let it slip away
Weve come too far to leave it all behind
How could we end it all this way
When tomorrow comes well both regret
Things we said today

If you leave me now, youll take away the biggest part of me
No baby please dont go
Oh girl, just got to have you by my side

No baby, please dont go

Oh mama, I just got to have your lovin, yeah

Weve come too far to leave it all behind

Hoje sentei-me no café e fechei os olhos. Tinha como barulho de fundo os Morangos com Açúcar, mas consegui abstrair-me desse ruído e por instantes imaginei-me numa esplanada à beira da praia ao final da tarde, sentado à mesa com os amigos, acompanhado pelo belo do fino e o prato de tremoços. Tenho saudades dessas tardes, dessa despreocupação. Daqui a umas semanas vou viver isso outra vez.

Vamos ao Algarve malta? Vamos passar o dia todo na praia a não fazer nenhum? Vamos viver a despreocupação que tanta falta nos faz?