...anunciou-se a morte da poesia nestes tempos da pós modernidade... mas a poesia voltou simplesmente ao seu início, à origem mais remota, ao canto, à música...
Quarta-feira, 28 de Fevereiro de 2007
Baker Street não é só Sherlock

Gerry Rafferty - Baker Street

Widdin' your way down on Baker Street
Light in your head and dead on your feet
Well another crazy day
You'll drink the night away
And forget about everything
This city desert makes you feel so cold.
It's got so many people but it's got no soul
And it's taking you so long
To find out you were wrong
When you thought it had everything

You used to think that it was so easy
You used to say that it was so easy
But you're tryin'
You're tryin' now
Another year and then you'll be happy
Just one more year and then you'll be happy
But you're cryin'
You're cryin' now

Way down the street there's a lad in his place
He opens the door he's got that look on his face
And he asks you where you've been
You tell him who you've seen
And you talk about anything

He's got this dream about buyin' some land
He's gonna give up the booze and the one night stands
And then he'll settle down there's a quiet little town
And forget about everything

But you know he'll always keep movin'
You know he's never gonna stop movin
Cus he's rollin'
He's the rollin' stone

And when you wake up it's a new mornin'
The sun is shinin' it's a new morning
You're goin'
You're goin' home.



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Jacky - by Marc Almond

And if one day i should become
A singer with a spanish bum
Who sings for women of great virtue
I'd sing to them with a guitar
I borrowed from a coffee bar
Well, what you don't know doesn't hurt you
My name would be antonio
And all my bridges i would burn
And when i gave them some they'd know
I'd expect something in return
I'd have to get drunk every night
And talk about virility
With some old grandmother
That might be decked out like a christmas tree
And no pink elephant i'd see
Though i'd be drunk as i could be
Still i would sing my song to me
About the time they called me "jacky"

If i could be for only an hour
If i could be for an hour every day
If i could be for just one little hour
Cute in a stupid ass way

And if i joined the social whirl
Became procurer of young girls
Then i could have my own bordellos
My record would be number one
And i'd sell records by the ton
All sung by many other fellows
My name would then be handsome jack
And i'd sell boats of opium
Whisky that came from twickenham
Authentic queens
And phoney virgins
I'd have a bank on every finger
A finger in every country
And every country ruled by me
I'd still know where i'd want to be
Locked up inside my opium den
Surrounded by some china men
I'd sing the song that i sang then
About the time they called me "jacky"

If i could be for only an hour
If i could be for an hour every day
If i could be for just one little hour
Cute in a stupid ass way

Now, tell me, wouldn't it be nice
That if one day in paradise
I'd sing for all the ladies up there
And they would sing along with me
And we be so happy there to be
'cos down below is really nowhere
My name would then be "jupiter"
Then i would know where i was going
Become all knowing
My beard so very long and flowing
If i could play deaf, dumb and blind
Because i pitied all mankind
And broke my heart to make things right
I know that every single night
When my angelic work was through
The angels and the devil too
Could sing my childhood song to me
About the time they called me "jacky"

If i could be for only an hour
If i could be for an hour every day
If i could be for just one little hour
Cute in a stupid ass way


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