sexta-feira, abril 21, 2006

Uma música para lembrar as muitas saudades da estrada...

Entre as muitas grandes músicas que me acompanham na vida, aqui está a que para mim mais ilustra o sentimento reinante entre nós, de iminente regresso á vida malvada, aos concertos, aos reencontros de grandes amigos, de toda aquela vivência que nos faz desejar que as horas "normais" do ano passem mais depressa, para voltarmos depressa "áquele mundo muito nosso" onde tudo é cool... Substituam a palavra "Jackson" por "Viseu" e vejam se eu não terei um bocadinho de razão.

Passo a palavra ao saudoso grande senhor da música Johnny Cash, e á sua tambem saudosa esposa June Carter... Voçês sabiam mesmo do que falavam! (embora a letra tenha um significado diferente do que aqui se fala, funciona como uma boa metáfora;) )



Johnny Cash & June Carter - Jackson

We got married in a fever, hotter than a pepper sprout,
We've been talkin' 'bout Jackson, ever since the fire went out.
I'm goin' to Jackson, I'm gonna mess around,
Yeah, I'm goin' to Jackson,
Look out Jackson town.

Well, go on down to Jackson; go ahead and wreck your health.
Go play your hand you big-talkin' man, make a big fool of yourself,
Yeah, go to Jackson; go comb your hair!
Honey, I'm gonna snowball Jackson.
See if I care.

When I breeze into that city, people gonna stoop and bow. (Hah!)
All them women gonna make me, teach 'em what they don't know how,
I'm goin' to Jackson, you turn-a loose-a my coat.
'Cos I'm goin' to Jackson.
"Goodbye," that's all she wrote.

But they'll laugh at you in Jackson, and I'll be dancin' on a Pony Keg.
They'll lead you 'round town like a scalded hound,
With your tail tucked between your legs,
Yeah, go to Jackson, you big-talkin' man.
And I'll be waitin' in Jackson, behind my Jaypan Fan,

Well now, we got married in a fever, hotter than a pepper Sprout,
We've been talkin' 'bout Jackson, ever since the fire went.
I'm goin' to Jackson, and that's a fact.
Yeah, we're goin' to Jackson, ain't never comin' back.

Well, we got married in a fever, hotter than a pepper sprout'
And we've been talkin' 'bout Jackson, ever since the fire went...

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