17 abril 2010
Titus Andronicus . The Battle Of Hampton Roads
O Eyjafjallajokull fica em New Jersey?
Poderei ter perdido uma faixa de eleição para o fecho de uma rotação "das sociedades", mas fica já como uma devotion song: awefuckinsomeness: a escutar com todo o cuidado, ok?
Merece ser ouvida com a melhor qualidade de som que consigam obter.
Ah: de referir que o álbum é poderosissimo: do fuckin'caralhómetro mesmo! jísas.
"The Battle Of Hampton Roads" é mesmo um estrilho: uma canção daquelas que nos vira do avesso.
"tonight two great ships will pull back to their ports
depleted of everything that shoots flames and reports
and in the morning the shells will wash up on the shore
and the mighty old earth will have no other recourse
but to shiver and shake and make shit in their shorts
because we have been told "men if you've been assured
there's a way to live the valley of your forefathers gave you
prepare to be told "that shits gay dude", but i guess that what they say is true
and there is no race more human, no one throws it away like they do
the things i used to love i have come to reject
the things i used to hate i have learned to accept
and the worst of the 3 you now have to expect
satan aint hard to see you without craning your neck
he'll be 70 some inches tall he'll be chugging a beer and grabbing his balls
hes the remote explosive waiting for someone to call
he's just 18 for now but hes going to murder us all
some days wanna give a little less than it'll take
is there a girl at this college who hasn't been raped?
is there a boy in this town thats not exploding with hate?
is there a human alive aint looked themself in the face without winking or saying what they mean without drinking without leaving something without thinking what if somebody doesnt approve?
is there a song this earth that isn't too frightened to move?
i think of all people you got a bullet in your brain when it was nothing but a piece of puddy
though try as you may but you will always be a tourist
and half the time i open my mouth to speak it's to repeat something that i heard on tv and im destroying everything that wouldnt make me more like bruce springsteen
so im going back to new jersey i do believe they've had enough of me
somewhere now i leave boston my tail is between my lines
after deep calms of pain we're drunk to the drags
and now im heading west on 84 again
and im as much of an asshole as ive ever been
and there is still nothing about myself that i respect
still havent done anything i did not lay to regret
i have a hand in a napkin when my love came for sex
and thats no one to talk to when feeling depressed
and so now when i drink im going to drink to excess
and when i smoke i will smoke keep it in hold it in my chest
and when i scream i will scream until im gasping for breath
and when i get sick i will stay sick for the rest of my
days peddling hate at the back of a chevy express
each one will fly into the face of your idea of success
and if this be thy will then fuckin' pass me the cup
and im sorry dad no i'm not making this up!
but my enemies feel on the name under my wrist as i go to sleep and i know what little ive known of peace until ive done to you what you've done to me.
and i'd be nothing without you my darling please dont ever leave me.
please dont ever leave"
E conseguem pô-la em cima de um palco: porém move-se: espalham-na.
Tiveram foi de a dividir: unam-na vocês: voem.