terça-feira, 30 de junho de 2009

How does it feel?

I was wandering in the rain
Mask of life, feelin insane
Swift and sudden fall from grace
Sunny days seem far away
Kremlins shadow belittlin me
Stalins tomb wont let me be
On and on and on it came
Wish the rain would just let me

How does it feel (how does it feel)
How does it feel
How does it feel
When you're alone
And you're cold inside

Here abandoned in my fame
Armageddon of the brain
KGB was doggin me
Take my name and just let me be
Then a begger boy called my name
Happy days will drown the pain
On and on and on it came
And again, and again, and again...
Take my name and just let me be

How does it feel (how does it feel)
How does it feel
How does it feel
How does it feel
How does it feel (how does it feel now)
How does it feel
How does it feel
When you're alone
And you're cold inside

How does it feel (how does it feel)
How does it feel
How does it feel
How does it feel
How does it feel (how does it feel now)
How does it feel
How does it feel
When you're alone
And you're cold inside

Like stranger in moscow
Like stranger in moscow
Were talkin' danger
Were talkin danger, baby
Like stranger in moscow
Were talkin' danger
Were talkin' danger, baby
Like stranger in moscow
Im livin lonely
Im livin' lonely, baby
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Enquanto se espera por um funeral planetário (mais dolares a entrar nos bolsos-dos-parasitas-do-costume e familiares) espero, sinceramente, que a alma desconcertada de MJ se tenha libertado. Como se sentirá?

3 comentários:

  1. EM MEMÓRIA DO MENINO CRESCIDO

    Morreu o menino crescido. Um menino crescido que cantava, dançava e compunha e que com o apoio inesquecível de Quincy Jones criou um dos álbuns mais brilhantes da Música Popular: “Thriller”. Um menino crescido, cuja fama e dinheiro – enquanto durou – lhe permitiu rodear-se dos “brinquedos” que mais o deliciavam.
    Porém, por muito que lute comigo mesmo, não consigo dissociar o menino crescido dos Jackson Five e o álbum “Thriller” de outro dos grandes monumentos da Música Popular: “What´s Going On” de Marvin Gaye.
    Morreu o menino crescido sem que tenha, provavelmente, sabido onde acaba a alegria e nasce a tristeza: Michael Jackson.
    Que a memória dos sons sejam a paz de quem nunca soube encontrar a razão de viver sem nascer.


    Jorge Mesquita

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  2. Sabe, Jorge, parece-me que o menino só conheceu (e bem) a tristeza...fama e dinheiro proporcionou-lhe muita coisa(principalmente aos seus exploradores) mas nem assim deixou de se sentir "só e frio por dentro" like a stranger in Moscow...
    Bj*

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  3. "Take my name and just let me be"... *

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