Vectores musicais...

Tenho bastante dificuldade em perceber se é interessante colocar letras das músicas nos livros. Quando li o About a Boy (versão original), muito recomendado pelo Nuno Markl (o seu livro preferido - acho que a minha aversão a ele continuou aí...), concluí que as letras das músicas não funcionam muito bem para quem não está a ter o contacto com elas ou nem as conhece. E isso continuou noutros livros...

Daí ser reticente em colocar letras de músicas aqui. Mas como as músicas são uma entidade semi-paralela da minha vida (estão sempre lá e quando querem entram para definir muita coisa, de uma subtil omnipresença), por vezes irei fazer uma excepção (a regra será pôr a música e/ou o álbum).

Ficam, assim, duas excelentes letras, que me dizem muito, e servem de alarme para o que fizer com a minha vida...

LCD Soundsystem - "All My Friends"
Album: "Sound Of Silver" (2007)

That's how it starts
We go back to your house
We check the charts,
and start to figure it out

And if it's crowded, all the better,
because we know
we're gonna be up late.
But if you're worried about the weather
then you picked the wrong place to stay
That's how it starts

And so it starts
You switch the engine on
We set controls for the heart of the sun,
one of the ways we show our age.

And if the sun comes up,
if the sun comes up,
if the sun comes up
and I still don't wanna stagger home
then it's the memory of our betters
that are keeping us on our feet.

You spent the first five years
trying to get with the plan,
and the next five years
trying to be with your friends again.

You're talking 45 turns
just as fast as you can,
yeah, I know it gets tired,
but it's better when we pretend.

It comes apart,
the way it does in bad films.
Except in parts,
when the moral kicks in.

Though when we're
running out of the drugs
and the conversation's winding away.
I wouldn't trade one stupid decision
for another five years of life

You drop the first ten years
just as fast as you can,
and the next ten people
who are trying to be polite.
When you're blowing eighty-five days
in the middle of France,
Yeah, I know it gets tired
only where are your friends tonight?

And to tell the truth.
Oh, this could be the last time.
So here we go,
like a sail's force into the night

And if I made a fool,
if I made a fool,
if I made a fool
on the road, there's always this.
And if I'm sewn into submission,
I can still come home to this.

And with a face like a dad
and a laughable stand,
you can sleep on the plane
or review what you said.
When you're drunk
and the kids leave impossible tasks
you think over and over,
"hey, I'm finally dead."

Oh, if the trip and the plan
come apart in your hand,
you look contorted on yourself
your ridiculous prop.
You forgot what you meant
when you read what you said,
and you always knew
you were tired, but then,
where are your friends tonight?

Where are your friends tonight?
Where are your friends tonight?

If I could see all my friends tonight,
If I could see all my friends tonight,
If I could see all my friends tonight,
If I could see all my friends tonight.


MGMT - "Future Reflections"
Album: "Oracular Spectacular" (2007)

And there were future reflections
On the face and the hands
On a green colored island
On a primitive man
It was the future reflected
It felt familiar but new
A street was missing a building
The kids had something to do

There was a feeling the spirit was leaving
Red like a marker
So my tribe, with my knife
Cut the heart from a lonely life

I saw patterns on floorboards
Deep in the dust was a leader
Someone was walking on floorboards
Turned them from oak to cedar
He can assess the situation
I wrapped a string around my finger
Into the forest with the young ones
I don't expect to be a winner

But as long as you feel it
I'm a believer
My heart is phosphor
Sea rolls and death tolls
Break the surface don't break my bones

Off of the trail and off of your hands and
Onto a new plan
Is the cost to stay lost
Forever in an empty skin
Pale and thin

If it's good, or if it's fortune, I can't tell
But pieces come together for some reason just as well
Their guns couldn't see us
There's a sea outside my door
And one day I'll appreciate
The rush of blood and the washed out beat of the shore