[Caravaggio - Salomé com a cabeça de João Baptista]
the place where I stand gives way to liquid lino underneath the weeping willow lies a weeping wino (Tricky)
Um arroto metálico um suspiro e já está. A baleia de ferro abriu a goela e já está. Se ao menos como o da história. Um repuxo. E eu lá em cima. Para cima e para baixo. Em baixo os miúdos da escola e os colegas. Cuspindo-me olhares invejosos. Como se voasse. Quando era miúdo queria ser um. Espera. Às vezes não sei se acreditas em mim. Enquanto enlouqueço neste sossego pastoso. Sabes um dia eu vou. E depois ninguém me vem ver. Tu vens não vens. Não tens medo dos loucos. Eu tenho. E às vezes. Talvez não fosse pior. Acabava-se-me o medo. Olhar para o espelho e morrer. Ver-me morrer. Há quem queira ver um orgasmo. Abre os olhos. Lembras-te. A luz. Para te ver os olhos e a boca quando. Tu vens não vens. Não me vais deixar doido e sozinho. Ver-me a morte nos olhos. Em vez de medo. Tenho medo dos loucos. E de ti. De que me deixes aqui sozinho.
Vomitado. Assim. Como um prato mal comido. Mas antes. Lá vamos. Abrindo a boca em cada paragem. Tragando mulheres de mamas fartas que rebolam escada acima arrastando pachorras bovinas de vacas cansadas. E ainda não morreu a noite. Amanhã. Amanhã outra vez. Ruminando terrores de olhos nas mãos. Se os fechasse. Ficava só eu. E o ronco indisposto do autocarro. O silvo dos gases cuspidos e o guincho da porta a fechar-se. Mais uma. Enrolada num tédio indiferente. Os olhos virados para dentro para ontem. E depois as mochilas e os miúdos. Pendurados em remelas sonolentas. Esfregando bochechas inchadas contra as janelas. Escarrando âncoras na paragem. Para não se perderem. Quando o dia morrer. E o monstro voltar. Boca aberta. A custo. Entre arrotos metálicos. E os cuspir. Caroços babados. Isto não acaba. E a noite não morre.
Martina: I got a letter from the government The other day Opened it and read it It said they were suckers They wanted me for their army or whatever Picture me givin' a damn, I said never Here is a land that never gave a damn About a brother like myself Because I never did I wasn't wit' it, but just that very minute... It occurred to me The suckers had authority Cold sweatin' as I dwell in my cell How long has it been? They got me sittin' in the state pen I gotta get out, but that thought was thought before I contemplated a plan on the cell floor I'm not a fugitive on the run But a brother like me begun, to be another one Public enemy servin' time, they drew the line y'all They criticize me for some crime
I got a letter, I got a letter, I got a letter Picture me given' a damn, I said never Mmm...mmm...mmm It occurred to me The suckers had authority Cold sweatin' as I dwell in my cell How long has it been? They got me sittin' in the state pen I gotta get out, but that thought was thought before
I got a letter from the government The other day Opened it and read it It said they were suckers They wanted me for their army or whatever Picture me givin' a damn, I said never Here is a land that never gave a damn About a brother like me and myself Because I never did I wasn't wit' it, but just that very minute... It occurred to me The suckers had authority Cold sweatin' as I dwell in my cell How long has it been? They got me sittin' in the state pen I gotta get out, but that thought was thought before I contemplated a plan on the cell floor I'm not a fugitive on the run I'm not a fugitive on the run
Tricky: Many switch in, switch on, switch off X5
Martina: Nevertheless they could not understand That I'm a black man, and I could never be a veteran. On the strength of situations, I'm real. I got a raw deal, so I'm lookin' for the steel Looking for the steel.
I got a letter from the government The other day Opened and read it It said they were suckers They wanted me for their army or whatever Picture me givin' a damn, I said never Here is a land that never gave a damn About a brother like me and myself Because they never did I wasn't wit' it, but just that very minute... It occurred to me The suckers had authority Cold sweatin' as I dwell in my cell How long has it been? They got me sittin' in the state pen I gotta get out, but that thought was thought before I contemplated a plan on the cell floor I'm not a fugitive on the run I'm not, I'm not I'm not a fugitive on the run But a brother like me begun, to be another one Public enemy servin' time, they drew the line y'all To criticize me for some crime
I got a letter from the government The other day Opened it and read it It said they were suckers They wanted me for their army or whatever Picture me givin' a damn, I said never Here is a land that never gave a damn About a brother like me and myself Because I never did I wasn't wit' it, but just that very minute...
Mmm...mmm...mmm...mmm I got a letter from the government The other day Opened it and read it It said they were suckers They wanted me for their army or whatever Picture me givin' a damn, I said never Here is a land that never gave a damn
[Caravaggio - Salomé com a cabeça de João Baptista]
