Existem álbuns e músicas que permanecem. São mais que prazeres. São memórias. São pedaços de um tempo, um momento, feliz ou triste. São resultado de existirmos e, por isso, nossos - mas também de outros. Como nenhuma outra arte, a música é comunhão. Quer por estarmos juntos num concerto, quer porque ouvimos um mesmo álbum, cada qual no conforto da sua casa.
Todos os fins-de-semana vão poder ouvir um álbum que me marcou. Esta semana cabe a The Strokes e ao LP Is this It?.
Somewhere along the way, my hopefulness turned to sadness, Somewhere along the way, my sadness turned to bitterness, Somewhere along the way, my bitterness turned to anger, Somewhere along the way, my anger turned to vengeance.
And the ones that I made pay were never the ones who deserved it, And the ones who deserved it, they'll never understand it, Yes, I know I'm goin' to hell in a purple basket, At least I'll be in another world while you're pissin' on my casket.
How could you be so perfect for me? Why can't you ignore the things I did before?
Somewhere along the way, exacting vengeance gave excitement, Somewhere along the way, that excitement turned to pleasure, Somewhere along the way, that pleasure turned to madness, Sooner or later that kind of madness turns into pain.
And the ones that I made pay were never the ones who deserved it, Those who helped me along the way, I smacked them as I thanked them, Yes, I know I'm goin' to hell in a leather jacket, At least I'll be in another world while you're pissin' on my casket. [ Julian Casablancas Lyrics are found on www.songlyrics.com ]
All that I can do is sing a song of faded glory, All you got to do is sit there, look great, and make them horny. Together we'll sing songs and tell exaggerated stories, About the way we feel today in the night and in the morning.
How could you be so perfect for me? Why can't you ignore the things I did before?
Take all your fears, pretend they're all true, Take all your plans, pretend they fell through. But that's what it's like, That's what it's like for most people in this world.
Rich or the poor. Muslims or Jews. When roles are reversed. Opinions are, too. That's all I'm gonna say now. Before you come knocking on my door now.
He seemed impressed by the way you came in. "Tell us a story I know you're not boring"
I was afraid that you would not insist. "You sound so sleepy just take this, now leave me"
I said please don't slow me down If I'm going too fast You're in a strange part of our town...
Yeah, the night's not over You're not trying hard enough, Our lives are changing lanes You ran me off the road, The wait is over I'm now taking over, You're no longer laughing I'm not drowning fast enough.
Now every time that I look at myself "I thought I told you this world is not for you"
The room is on fire as she's fixing her hair "you sound so angry just calm down, you found me"
I said please don't slow me down If I'm going too fast You're in a strange part of our town...
Yeah, the night's not over You're not trying hard enough, Our lives are changing lanes You ran me off the road, The wait is over I'm now taking over, You're no longer laughing I'm not drowning fast enough.
