terça-feira, 29 de junho de 2010
Tempo regulamentar esgotado (Pra frente, Brasil!)
Estamos nos comportando com novos ricos. Em todos estes anos de democracia, que são quase nada, parece não ter havido nenhum avanço na civilidade. Continuamos o mesmo povo mesquinho, egoísta, medíocre e mentiroso. O avanço foi só econômico; números e estatísticas. Estamos inebriados pelo produto interno bruto, pela bolha financeira, aspectos externos de desenvolvimento, mas a essência, o resultado líquido ainda está no vermelho. Se tudo isso explodisse de uma hora pra outra não sobraria nada de substancial: só escombros na ex-nova era de pujança. "Mas as mudanças culturais levam mais tempo", diria o crente progressista. Mais tempo? Quanto tempo mais temos que nos aguentar, que conviver com esta mistura rançosa de poder e corrupção, de malandragem e indolência, de ignorância e incompetência? Mais 500 anos? Mais uma eleição? Até a próxima Copa? Quanto tempo mais?
domingo, 27 de junho de 2010
terça-feira, 22 de junho de 2010
segunda-feira, 14 de junho de 2010
quarta-feira, 2 de junho de 2010
Time (again)
Time - he's waiting in the wings
He speaks of senseless things
His script is you and me, boy
Time - he flexes like a whore
Falls wanking to the floor
His trick is you and me, boy
Time - in Quaaludes and red wine
Demanding Billy Dolls
And other friends of mine
Take your time
The sniper in the brain regurgitating drain
Incestuous and vain, and many other last names
I look at my watch it says 9:25 and I think
"Oh God I'm still alive"
We should be on by now
La,la,la,la,la
You - are not a victim
You - just scream with boredom
You - are not evicting time
Chimes - Goddamn, you're looking old
You'll freeze and catch a cold
'Cause you've left your coat behind
Take your time
Breaking up is hard, but keeping dark is hateful
I had so many dream,
I had so many breakthroughs
But you, my love, were kind, but love has left you
Dreamless
The door to dreams was closed.
Your park was real dreamless
Perhaps you're smiling now,
Smiling thought this darkness
But all I have to give is guilt for dreaming
We should be on by now
La,la,la,la,la
Yeah, time
(David Jones)
He speaks of senseless things
His script is you and me, boy
Time - he flexes like a whore
Falls wanking to the floor
His trick is you and me, boy
Time - in Quaaludes and red wine
Demanding Billy Dolls
And other friends of mine
Take your time
The sniper in the brain regurgitating drain
Incestuous and vain, and many other last names
I look at my watch it says 9:25 and I think
"Oh God I'm still alive"
We should be on by now
La,la,la,la,la
You - are not a victim
You - just scream with boredom
You - are not evicting time
Chimes - Goddamn, you're looking old
You'll freeze and catch a cold
'Cause you've left your coat behind
Take your time
Breaking up is hard, but keeping dark is hateful
I had so many dream,
I had so many breakthroughs
But you, my love, were kind, but love has left you
Dreamless
The door to dreams was closed.
Your park was real dreamless
Perhaps you're smiling now,
Smiling thought this darkness
But all I have to give is guilt for dreaming
We should be on by now
La,la,la,la,la
Yeah, time
(David Jones)
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