hoje é dia de festa

a word of advice I give you

COMPRAI O SINGSTAR ABBA, IRMÃOS!

(devia haver um singstar Serge Gainsbourg)

bem, se me pedirem mais de 25€ não compro

- Boa tarde, queria um estojo maleável para guitarra.
- Um estojo?
- Sim uma coisa daquelas ali - apontado para duas guitarras embaladas por detrás do balcão.
- Ah... um saco - envergava então um mui discreto tom de desdém profissional.
- Pois, para pôr um baixo.
- Deseja um saco para um baixo, correcto?
- Correcto.
- Eu vou ver, mas acho que só tenho um e suponho que é dos menos dispendiosos...

(Que aborrecido! Logo quando eu queria um que fosse caro e tivesse uma péssima relação qualidade-preço...)

- Aqui está. Como lhe disse (ligeiro encolher de ombros e arquear das sobrancelhas, acompanhados de covinhas nas comissuras dos lábios), é dos poucos dispendiosos. Custa 14€. Apenas.
- Bem, se só tem esse...

punk's not dead

photo Pedro Sousa

a valer tudo a pena - Lição n.º 3

The Wrong Road, The Go-Betweens


A trader in furs living in exile
Boy what a kook
Look at that passport
Stale bread and paper without privilege
If you live here learn the language
When the rain hit the roof
With the sound of a finished kiss
Like when a lip lifts from a lip
I took the Wrong Road round
A room in a lighthouse
Near the park
The ghosts in the next room hear you cough
Time drags on Sundays spent in Mayfair
With all your riches, why aren't you there?
The wind acts like a magnet
And pulls the leaf from the tree
And the town's lost its breath
I took the Wrong Road round
Handsome is good, pretty is better
What was that phrase
Grace under pressure?
Blind by the light bulb
Blood to the bank
Lost all yours letters when the ship sank
In the disjointed breaking light
The soft blue approach of the water
Makes a sound you won't forget
I took the Wrong Road round
Stranded at low-tide where the river bends
Wouldn't you know it, that's how life ends
Lucky at cards, that's an old lie
Lucky in love, that's how life ends
Well the turncoats turned around
When they heard the sound of the bell
Dropped their coins into the well
I took the Wrong Road round
Started out Oliver, ended up Fagin
Don't you worry, it's my problem
What's my name, what's my number?
I'm the lonely one
It's just at the end of the day
When the light makes its slow move away
That I know all I can say is
I took the Wrong Road round
Gambled with risk
Paid you back with risk
So now you know who your friends are
They'll steel your shadow when your back's turned
Bouquets of flowers
Lesson's over
When the rain hit the roof
With the sound of a finished kiss
Like when a lip lifts from a lip
I took the Wrong Road round

A primeira a acompanhar o original.



(esta é tão sagrada que vai ficar sem bandeira)

Kiss, Scout Niblett - Lição n.º 2

A kiss could've killed me
If it were not for the rain
A kiss could've killed me
Baby if it were not for the rain

And I had a feeling it was coming on
I felt it coming
For so long.
If I'm to be the fool
Then so let it be.

This fool can die now
With a heart that soared
How
How had it coming in
For so long.

And darling take my hand
And lead me through the dark
Let's kidnap each other
And start singing our song

'Cause my heart is charged now
Oh, it's dancing in my chest
And I fly and I walk out
From the spell in that kiss.

Cause I...

It could've
It could've killed me x2
If were not for the rain.

Oh darling let me dream
Cause somewhere in me (inside of me)
I have been waiting
So patiently
For you.

So don't you break!
Don't break my dream. x2

And rain will exalt us
As the night draws in.
Winds howl around us
As we begin.
What a way to start a fire
Broken with the break of day

A kiss could have killed me baby
If it were not for rain.

And I had a feeling it was coming on
I felt it coming
For so long.

And it could've
It could've killed me. x2
If it were not for the rain.

Just like honey, The Jesus and Mary Chain - Lição n.º 1

A sensação mais intensa que resulta desta angustiadamente ansiada lição n.º 1 é a da profunda satisfação por ter descoberto o significado da expressão: "A gaja falhou ali uma nota!". Para solidificar esta aquisição, não consegui deixar de a repetir diversas vezes. E aqui o não consegui até pode ser interpretado de forma literal, sem injustiças ou danos. O cabeça do meu indicador esquerdo está dormente e isso também é um factor positivo se considerarmos que, se eu tentar unir o polegar ao mindinho, sinto que trabalhei a vida toda na linha de montagem de uma fábrica de peças de comandos de aparelhos de ar condicionado para casas de bonecas. Claro que falta dominar todas as interferências no meu cérebro que lixam as sequências das notas, mas suponho que, se eu me inscrever na psicanálise, a coisa chega lá num instantinho.

Espero continuar a inspirar respeito como outrora e acredito poder dar todo um novo (e muito mais livre) significado à expressão tocar de ouvido.