Criptogramas

Gosto de pôr músicas aqui, mais do que escrever texto.
Talvez estas canções que eu aqui ponho não sejam assim muito evidentes; talvez até por vezes pareçam disparatadas.
Não é suposto que sejam claras escolhas - umas são mais óbvias que outras.
Para usar uma imagem gasta, são garrafas com uma mensagem dentro, atiradas ao mar na esperança que alguém lhes pegue. Não têm destinatário certo. Mas têm destinatário. São para quem achar que sim.

Tom Waits - Shore Leave

Well with buck shot eyes and a purple heart
I rolled down the national stroll
and with a big fat paycheck
strapped to my hip sack
and a shore leave wristwatch underneath
my sleeve
in a Hong Kong drizzle on Cuban heels
I rowed down the gutter to the Blood Bank
and I'd left all my papers on the Ticonderoga
and was in a bad need of a shave
and so I slopped at the corner on cold chow mein
and shot billards with a midget
until the rain stopped
and I bought a long sleeved shirt
with horses on the front
and some gum and a lighter and a knife
and a new deck of cards (with girls on the back)
and I sat down and wrote a letter to my wife

and I said Baby, I'm so far away from home
and I miss my Baby so
I can't make it by myself
I love you so

Well I was pacing myself
trying to make it all last
squeezing all the life
out of a lousy two day pass
and I had a cold one at the Dragon
with some Filipino floor show
and talked baseball with a lieutenant
over a Singapore sling
and I wondered how the same moon outside
over this Chinatown fair
could look down on Illinois
and find you there
and you know I love you Baby

and I'm so far away from home
and I miss my Baby so
I can't make it by myself
I love you so

Shore Leave...
Shore Leave...


Neil Young - On The Beach

The world is turnin',
I hope it don't turn away,
The world is turnin',
I hope it don't turn away.
All my pictures are fallin'
From the wall where
I placed them yesterday.
The world is turnin',
I hope it don't turn away.

I need a crowd of people,
But I can't face them
Day to day,
I need a crowd of people,
But I can't face them
Day to day.
Though my problems
Are meaningless,
That don't make them
Go away.
I need a crowd of people,
But I can't face them
Day to day.

I went to the radio interview,
But I ended up alone
At the microphone,
I went to the radio interview,
But I ended up alone
At the microphone.
Now I'm livin'
Out here on the beach,
But those seagulls are
Still out of reach.
I went to the radio interview,
But I ended up alone
At the microphone.

Get out of town,
Think I'll get out of town,
Get out of town,
Think I'll get out of town.
I head for the sticks
With my bus and friends,
I follow the road,
Though I don't know
Where it ends.
Get out of town, get out of town,
Think I'll get out of town.

'Cause the world is turnin',
I don't want to
See it turn away.


Neil Young - Borrowed Tune

I'm climbin' this ladder,
My head in the clouds
I hope that it matters,
I'm havin' my doubts.
I'm watchin' the skaters
Fly by on the lake.
Ice frozen six feet deep,
How long does it take?
I look out on peaceful lands
With no war nearby,
An ocean of shakin' hands
That grab at the sky.
I'm singin' this borrowed tune
I took from the Rolling Stones,
Alone in this empty room
Too wasted to write my own.
I'm climbin' this ladder,
My heads in the clouds
I hope that it matters.