e agora..Fausto
A nova brigada dos coronéis de lápis-azul

I
nós somos
a nova-brigada-dos-coronéis-
de-lápis-azul
perfilada em novos quartéis
fazemos o cadastro
toda a folha do artista
se de mau cantor não passa
o péssimo vocalista

a mais doce palavra
sempre é mais subversiva
na sua boca alarve
ainda mais superlativa
feito de casca grossa
mesmo de baixa extracção
altamente decilitrado
sem regra nem excepção

II
nós somos
a nova-brigada-dos-coronéis-
de-lápis-azul
perfilada em novos quartéis
aguçada na ponta
que mais risca esses papéis
escritos pelos “contras”
contra a lei dos bacharéis

e se a censura aviva
a morte do criador
banido da pantalha
cedo morre esse cantor
e calado na rádio
apagado nos jornais
vai-se à vida a voz canora
há-de morrer um pouco mais

III
e um pouco mais há-de morrer

há-de morrer ainda
se lhe arrojarmos à cabeça
um prémio desta maneira
vai ele direito à carreta
e de ventas às torneiras
e não serão decretados
três dias de luto a mais
mas um só dia de fados
de alegrias nacionais

nós somos
a nova-brigada-dos-coronéis-
de-lápis-azul
perfilada em novos quartéis"

Nat King Cole Pretend

Pretend you're happy when you're blue
It isn't very hard to do
And you'll find happiness without an end
Whenever you pretend

Remember anyone can dream
And nothing's bad as it may seem
The little things you haven't got
Could be a lot if you pretend

You'll find a love you can share
One you can call all your own
Just close your eyes, she'll be there
You'll never be alone

And if you sing this melody
You'll be pretending just like me
The world is mine, it can be yours, my friend
So why don't you pretend?

And if you sing this melody
You'll be pretending just like me
The world is mine, it can be yours, my friend
So why don't you pretend?

Garbage "You Look So Fine"

You look so fine
I want to break your heart
And give you mine
You're taking me over

It's so insane
You've got me tethered and chained
I hear your name
And I'm falling over

I'm not like all the other girls
I can't take it like the other girls
I won't share it like the other girls
That you used to know

You look so fine

Knocked down
Cried out
Been down just to find out
I'm through living for you

I'm open wide
I want to take you home
We're wasting time
You're the only one for me

You look so fine
I'm like the desert tonight
Leave her behind
If you want to show me

I'm not like all the other girls
I won't take it like the other girls
I won't fake it like the other girls
That you used to know

You're taking me over
Over and over
I'm falling over
Over and over

Loving me one more time
Hide inside me tonight
Do what you want to do
Just pretend happy end
Let me know let it show
Ending with letting go (three times)
Let's pretend happy end (four times)

(apanhado pelo fenómeno YouTube)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UCnoqmV_o8A&search=garbage%20fine

Buck 65 "Rough House Blues"

"Going down the road feeling bad, bye-and-bye
Deep fried blues, but I'd rather die than cry
Gas station food bound to go stale soon
There's a curse in the air and a toe-nail moon

Yay, some of these towns are still non-friendly
And this is the hammer that killed John Henry
I'm sick of being tired, sick of the circus life
Here daydreaming of a waitress as a perfect wife

Utterly inappropriate, and taken out of context
Degenerate nervousness, developing a complex
No good with money, leftovers in a bitch bag
Fryin' pan soul, my face like a dishrag
A million old movies, I figured I'd tell
Childhood memories triggered by smell

So now what, you may ask, well that's hard to say
'Cause that old jack of diamonds is a tough card to play

All the wrong reasons, just another skull to crack
Askin' the dust, I'm stuck in a cul-de-sac
It may sound silly but to me the threat is very real
So that's why I sing love songs and carry steel

Women and warfare, roaches and roadkills
No easy answers, no deadlines and no frills
Catchin' your drift, receivin' the warning
Packin' my things, I leave in the morning

Drive all night, I'm goin' to see my friend
One day this highway will be my end
Now the hills are alive and the motor is dead
That man has a zero floating over his head

I follow my instincts, sometimes follow dogs
Drink muddy water, sleep inside hollow logs

So now what, you may ask, well that's hard to say
'Cause that old jack of diamonds is a tough card to play"

após um longo interregno mais uma música fabulosa de um artista que me está a surpreender completamente.