segunda-feira, 28 de setembro de 2009

I'll be a Marxist, a Communist....


It's all over now, Baby Blue (Bob Dylan)

Not yet Mr. Dylan, you see, we are still very busy in our country…

I've got to save the world, liberate
Eat the food that's on my plate
Recycling is really great
Whatever I can do
To get in bed with you

I'll be a Marxist, a Communist
A pacifict, an anarchist, a Democrat
Red, white, green or blue
Whatever I can do
To get in bed with you



I never knew I gave a damn
Until you told me who I am
And what to do
Whatever I can do
To get in bed with you

'Cause I know war is bad and love is really good
Taking a stand starts in your neighbourhood
I do the best I can just like you say I should
The ones who make a difference are few
So what can I do
To get in bed with you

I'd love to hear your world peace plan
Why don't you tell me in my van
We can discuss Camus
Whatever I can do
To get in bed with you

I've got to change my mind, masticate
Use condoms when I fornicate
Until I hyperventilate
Whatever I can do
Your balls are turning blue

I've got to save the world, liberate
Eat the food that's on my plate
Recycling is really great
Whatever I can do
To get in bed with you

8 comentários:

  1. Talkin' John Birch Paranoid Blues

    Bob Dylan

    Well, i was feelin' sad an' kind of blue
    I didn't know what i was gonna do
    The communists were comin' around
    They were in the air
    They were on the ground
    They were all over.

    So i ran down must hurriedly
    An' joined the John Birch society
    I got me a secret membership card
    Went back to my backyard
    Started lookin' on the sidewalk
    ‘Neath the rose bush.

    Well i was lookin' everywhere
    For them gol-darned reds
    I got up in the mornin'
    Looked under my bed
    Looked behind the kitchen
    Behind the door
    Even torn loose the kitchen floor
    Couldn't find any.

    I looked beneath the sofa, beneath the chair
    Looking for them reds everywhere
    I looked way up my chimney hole
    Even deep down inside my toilet bowl
    They got away

    I heard some footsteps by the front porch door
    So i grabbed my shotgun from the floor
    I snuck around the house with a huff an' a hiss
    Sayin', "Hands up!, you communist''
    It was the mail man… he punched me out

    Well i quit my job so i could work alone
    I got a magnifying glass like Sherlock Holmes
    Followin' some clues from my detective bag
    I discovered there was red stripes in the American flag
    Did you know about Betsy Ross?

    When i was sittin' home alone an' i started to sweat
    I figured they was in my televison set
    I peeked behind the picture frame
    I got a shock from my feet that hit my brain
    Them reds did it!
    The ones out on Hootenany.

    Well i finally started thinkin' straight
    When i ran outta things to investigate
    I couldn't imagine doin' anythin' else
    An' now i'm home investigatin' myself
    Hope i don't find out too much
    Good god!



    http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4I6Sa4zmoKE&feature=related

    Who cares?!

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  2. Mr. Rosa,

    Paranoid blues are for eternity
    Here, there and everywhere

    All you’ve gotta do
    is just set the scenario anew

    Never been denied
    that you never ask questions when God's on your side


    Who really cares?!

    Yours sincerely,
    Robert Zimmerman


    Oh my name it ain't nothin'
    My age it means less
    The country I come from
    Is called the Midwest
    I's taught and brought up there
    The laws to abide
    And that the land that I live in
    Has God on its side.

    Oh the history books tell it
    They tell it so well
    The cavalries charged
    The Indians fell
    The cavalries charged
    The Indians died
    Oh the country was young
    With God on its side.

    The Spanish-American
    War had its day
    And the Civil War too was
    Soon laid away
    And the names of the heroes
    I's made to memorize
    With guns in their hands
    And God on their side.

    The First World War, boys
    It came and it went
    The reason for fighting
    I never did get
    But I learned to accept it
    Accept it with pride
    For you don't count the dead
    When God's on your side.

    The Second World War
    Came to an end
    We forgave the Germans
    And then we were friends
    Though they murdered six million
    In the ovens they fried
    The Germans now too
    Have God on their side.

    I've learned to hate the Russians
    All through my whole life
    If another war comes
    It's them we must fight
    To hate them and fear them
    To run and to hide
    And accept it all bravely
    With God on my side.

    But now we've got weapons
    Of chemical dust
    If fire them we're forced to
    Then fire them we must
    One push of the button
    And a shot the world wide
    And you never ask questions
    When God's on your side.

    Through many a dark hour
    I've been thinkin' about this
    That Jesus Christ
    Was betrayed by a kiss
    But I can't think for you
    You'll have to decide
    Whether Judas Iscariot
    Had God on his side.

    So now as I'm leavin'
    I'm weary as Hell
    The confusion I'm feelin'
    Ain't no tongue can tell
    The words fill my head
    And fall to the floor
    That if God's on our side
    He'll stop the next war.



    http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BmDVyBceEv4

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  3. Oh, Gosh, no, no, please!, not paranoid blues again!

    I promise, dear Lord, to travel to Fátima upon my very feet. Upon my knees, if you wish me to.
    I’ll be a good father, a good husband and a good Jew, cross my heart.

    Faithfully yours,
    ever

    Robert Zimmerman


    And if my thought could be seen
    They'd probably put my head in a guillotine
    But it's alright, Ma, it's life, and life only.

    He not busy being born
    is busy dying.


    http://www.bobdylan.com/#/songs/its-alright-ma-im-only-bleeding

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  4. "People are crazy and times
    are strange,
    I'm locked in tight,
    I'm out of range,
    I used to care,
    but things have changed"

    Bob Dylan

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  5. I real think that Dylan – and not God - is now on our side, don't you?

    Não tenha assim tanta certeza, mais depressa teria God como partenaire.
    Consta que o Dylan já mudou muitas vezes – ele afirma que não – e que foi judeu, ateu, cristão, de esquerda, de direita, e agora não se sabe o quê.
    Tem passado a vida a dizer que não é porta-voz de ninguém nem de nada, mas continua lúcido e muito pouco acomodado ao senso comum. Ainda agora gravou um disco com canções de Natal, lá levantou de novo a poeira e a berraria. E ele, moita carrasco, nem uma palavra de explicação.

    Mas não se esqueça, ou talvez não saiba, que essa canção que o Go_dot refere foi escrita expressamente para a banda sonora de um filme, ‘Wonder boys’. E esse filme é, nem mais nem menos, sobre as frustrações de um ex-menino maravilha que não consegue corresponder às expectativas que os outros e ele têm de si próprio, afundando-se na marijuana, em relações pouco gratificantes e em autojustificações penosas. Continua a cantá-la até hoje.
    Poderá ser em parte autobiográfico, mas é sobretudo um discurso cáustico sobre a incapacidade e a decadência.
    Não me parece que seja um filme com o qual alguém queira identificar-se.


    Este disco (‘Slow Train Coming’) continua a ser reeditado, mas não sei se as palavras

    All that foreign oil controlling American soil,
    Look around you, it's just bound to make you embarrassed.
    Sheiks walkin' around like kings, wearing fancy jewels and nose rings,
    Deciding America's future from Amsterdam and to Paris


    ainda são válidas para o autor. Quanto a isto,

    But the enemy I see wears a cloak of decency,
    All non-believers and men stealers talkin' in the name of religion


    não tenho qq dúvida.


    Estamos de novo tão fundos como os submarinos do Portas. Subamos.

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  6. Ainda não consegui perceber nada acerca dos submarinos do Portas!

    Oh, não se preocupe, regular business.
    Um ministério encomenda material no valor de mil milhões de euros a uma empresa alemã. O contrato obriga a contrapartidas no valor de 34 milhões € a favor de sectores previamente definidos.
    Como prova de pagamento desse montante, os alemães apresentam facturas fictícias a favor de empresas que nada tinham a ver com esta guerra.
    Estado e sectores a beneficiar ficam a ver navios.

    Onde pára a massaroca? Tem aí alguma no seu bolso?

    Neste momento há dois processos paralelos. Um a correr contra os que geriram o negócio. Outro em investigação, para tentar apurar em que moldes foi elaborado o contrato. Que, para apimentar ainda mais o enigma das águas profundas, parece que anda extraviado.
    Delicioso!

    E onde entra aqui o Portas?, pergunta-me.
    Era o ministro da Defesa.
    Voilà!

    Juntando este caso a outros semelhantes que se passaram no tempo dele, podemos dizer que o homem tem um azar do caraças, parece que há aqui abusos continuados da sua boa-fé.

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  7. "que seria da gente sem a esquerda?"

    O que espanta é que é a mesmíssima esquerda que, apesar de se indignar contra as negociatas feitas pelas burocracias estatais, entende que a solução está em aumentar as burocracias estatais.

    O Estado faz asneira com o nosso dinheiro?
    A solução está em mais estado, supostamente desta vez com anjos à frente, em vez de pessoas de carne e osso.
    Não é má-fé...é mesmo fé!

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  8. Mas que fulgor, prezado, na mouche. Nada se compara a meia dúzia de linhas brilhantes.

    A companhia alemã e as empresas beneficiárias que engendraram negociatas burocráticas fraudulentas com as contrapartidas, são estado. E para evitar estas asneiras estatais com o nosso dinheiro, o cliente que decide a qualidade e quantidade de material militar a adquirir, deve ser uma empresazita privada qualquer, assim um BPNSubmarinos, sei lá, que por sua vez assina com o estado convénios de aluguer e assistência do material em stock.

    Bem dizia aqui há uns tempos o Carmo da Rosa - por muito que ele não pretenda que se aplique a si - se os hospitais funcionam mal, acabe-se com os hospitais. Se os quartéis acarretam demasiados problemas de gestão, controle e eficácia, acabe-se com os militares. Ou privatizem-se. Ou isso.

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