quarta-feira, 22 de julho de 2009

Isso sim é letra!!!

Eu quero dizer letra de música.
Tudo começou, pelo menos hoje, quando pensei em fazer uma set list para um projeto pessoal. Deparei-me com algumas letras que me deixaram pensativo. A primeira foi Masters of War de Bob Dylan, para facilitar a sua vida, e para eu deleitar a letra mais uma vez, segue a letra abaixo:

Come you masters of war
You that build the big guns
You that build the death planes
You that build all the bombs
You that hide behind walls
You that hide behind desks
I just want you to know
I can see through your masks

You that never done nothin'
But build to destroy
You play with my world
Like it's your little toy
You put a gun in my hand
And you hide from my eyes
And you turn and run farther
When the fast bullets fly

Like Judas of old
You lie and deceive
A world war can be won
You want me to believe
But I see through your eyes
And I see through your brain
Like I see through the water
That runs down my drain

You fasten the triggers
For the others to fire
Then you set back and watch
When the death count gets higher
You hide in your mansion
As young people's blood
Flows out of their bodies
And is buried in the mud

You've thrown the worst fear
That can ever be hurled
Fear to bring children
Into the world
For threatening my baby
Unborn and unnamed
You ain't worth the blood
That runs in your veins

How much do I know
To talk out of turn
You might say that I'm young
You might say I'm unlearned
But there's one thing I know
Though I'm younger than you
Even Jesus would never
Forgive what you do

Let me ask you one question
Is your money that good
Will it buy you forgiveness
Do you think that it could
I think you will find
When your death takes its toll
All the money you made
Will never buy back your soul

And I hope that you die
And your death'll come soon
I will follow your casket
In the pale afternoon
And I'll watch while you're lowered
Down to your deathbed
And I'll stand o'er your grave
'Til I'm sure that you're dead

Músicas boas são timeless, como esta acima, de 1963. Era verdade naquele presente assim como hoje. Essa música me fez lembrar do filme ... qual o nome mesmo?.... Território Restrito, em especial a história da mulçumana de 15 anos que foi deportada dos Estados Unidos por apresentar para a classe um trabalho de casa no qual, supostamente, ela apoiava a ação tomada no dia 11/09 e seria uma possível suicida da causa islâmica.

Timeless de fato a música de Dylan, não só esta claro, muitas outras. Entretanto, nem todas as músicas são de impacto global, outras são de impacto pessoal. Estou me referindo a Guaranteed do Eddie Vadder, cuja letra também passo para vocês:

On bended knee is no way to be free
Lifting up an empty cup, I ask silently
All my destinations will accept the one that's me
So I can breathe...

Circles they grow and they swallow people whole
Half their lives they say goodnight to wives they'll never know
A mind full of questions, and a teacher in my soul
And so it goes...

Don't come closer or I'll have to go
Holding me like gravity are places that pull
If ever there was someone to keep me at home
It would be you...

Everyone I come across, in cages they bought
They think of me and my wandering, but I'm never what they thought
I've got my indignation, but I'm pure in all my thoughts
I'm alive...

Wind in my hair, I feel part of everywhere
Underneath my being is a road that disappeared
Late at night I hear the trees, they're singing with the dead

Leave it to me as I find a way to be
Consider me a satellite, forever orbiting
I knew all the rules, but the rules did not know me

Timeless, como toda boa música. Capturando a essência do filme em que "atuou" "Na Natureza Selvagem" ("Into the Wild").

Hoje ou amanha, seja a natureza predatória humana, ou seja a natureza individual introspectiva, certas coisas nunca mudam, para o bem da música, para o mal da humanidade.

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