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semper idem Ano XIII ...M'ESPANTO ÀS VEZES , OUTRAS M'AVERGONHO ... (Sá de Miranda) _________________ correio para jppereira@gmail.com _________________
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24.9.03
EARLY MORNING BLOGS / SONGS 48
Os leitores do Abrupto têm passado dos Early Morning Blues para outras músicas sobre a manhã, sobre acordar de manhã, sobre o mundo visto pelos primeiros olhares da manhã. Não é brilhante a manhã vista assim, ou é o que se perde dia a dia , ou é o que nos espera, ou é o que nos falta. Mas, daqui a pouco, temos uma verdadeira antologia da manhã. Existe? Já alguém fez uma antologia sobre textos matinais? É o que os leitores do Abrupto estão a fazer. Jorge Camões refere , através da letra dos Doors, "Summer's almost gone", o fim das manhãs de de Verão : "Summer's almost gone Almost gone Yeah, it's almost gone Where will we be When the summer's gone? Morning found us calmly unaware Noon burn gold into our hair At night, we swim the laughin' sea When summer's gone Where will we be Where will we be Where will we be Morning found us calmly unaware Noon burn gold into our hair At night, we swim the laughin' sea When summer's gone Where will we be Summer's almost gone Summer's almost gone We had some good times But they're gone The winter's comin' on Summer's almost gone " E acrescenta "um pequeno apontamento depressivo" . também dos Doors, dos Roadhouse blues, "Well, I woke up this morning, I got myself a beer Well, I woke up this morning, and I got myself a beer The future's uncertain, and the end is always near " Nobre Grenho envia a letra "me or him" do album Radio KAOS de Roger Waters.: "You wake up in the morning, get something for the pot Wonder why the sun makes the rocks feel hot Draw on the walls, eat, get laid Back in the good old days Then some damn fool invents the wheel Listen to the whitewalls squeal You spend all day looking for a parking spot Nothing for the heart, nothing for the pot Benny turned the dial on his Short Wave radio Oh how he wanted to talk to the people, he wanted his own show Tune in Moscow. Tune in New York Listen tot the Welsh kid talk Communicating like in the good old days Forgive me father for I have sinned It was either me or him And a voice said Benny You fucked the whole thing up Benny your time is up Your time is up Benny turned the dial on his Short Wave radio He wanted to talk to the people He wanted his own show Tune in Moscow. Tune in New York Listen to the Welsh kid talk communicating Like in the good old days Forgive me Father Welsh Policeman: Mobile One Two to Central. For I have sinned Welsh Policeman: We have a multiple on the A465 between Cwmbran and Cylgoch. Father it was either me or him. Father can we turn back the clock? Welsh Policeman: Ambulance, over. I never meant to drop the concrete block. Welsh Policeman: Roger central, over and out. Benny turned the dial on his Short Wave radio He wanted to talk to the people He wanted his own show Tune in Moscow. Tune in New York Listen to the Welsh kid talk Just like in the good old days The good old days". * CORREIO : Recebido em condições, atrasado como de costume, a ser respondido parcialmente mais para o fim de semana. (url)
© José Pacheco Pereira
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