sábado, 26 de junho de 2004

Quem não quer alguém pra rachar um Ácido?

Anos sessenta, a maconha era fraca, o LSD era comum, os militares comandavam o Brasil, o Santos era o melhor time do país, e tínhamos os Mutantes. E no cenário do rockão psicodélico junkie, havia Jefferson Airplane, totalmente chapante. A primeira é um hino da piração hippie, a outra é um oferecimento completamente meu.


WHITE RABBIT (G. Slick)

One pill makes you larger
And one pill makes you small,
And the ones that mother gives you
Don't do anything at all.
Go ask Alice
When she's ten feet tall.
And if you go chasing rabbits
And you know you're going to fall,
Tell 'em a hookah smoking caterpillar
Has given you the call.
Call Alice
When she was just small.
When the men on the chessboard
Get up and tell you where to go
And you've just had some kind of mushroom
And your mind is moving low.
Go ask Alice
I think she'll know.
When logic and proportion
Have fallen sloppy dead,
And the White Knight is talking backwards
And the Red Queen's "off with her head!"
Remember what the dormouse said:
"Feed your head. Feed your head. Feed your head"



SOMEBODY TO LOVE (Darby Slick)

When the truth is found to be lies
and all the joys within you dies
don't you want somebody to love
don't you need somebody to love
wouldn't you love somebody to love
you better find somebody to love

When the garden flowers baby are dead yes
and your mind is full of red
don't you want somebody to love
don't you need somebody to love
wouldn't you love somebody to love
you better find somebody to love

your eyes, I say your eyes may look like his
but in your head baby I'm afraid you don't know where it is
don't you want somebody to love
don't you need somebody to love
wouldn't you love somebody to love
you better find somebody to love

tears are running ah running down your breast
and your friends baby they treat you like a guest
don't you want somebody to love
don't you need somebody to love
wouldn't you love somebody to love
you better find somebody to love

1 comentário:

Anónimo disse...

JUCA: Realmente, Deus é um cara mau... afinal, nascemos em uma época na qual os militares foderam com o país (de mais maneiras do que o kama sutra poderia oferecer); times desconhecidos ganham os grandes campeonatos de futebol; temos Rita Lee... e no cenário do rockão: Linkin Park e Detonautas! Haja Estomazil!!!