Um Voo Cego A Nada...

" Ter-se nascido ou vivido em Moçambique é uma doenca incurável, uma virose latente. Mesmo para os que se sentem genuínamente portugueses mascara-se a doenca, ignora-se, ou recalca-se e acreditamo-nos curados e imunizados. A mínima exposição a determinadas circunstâncias desencadeia, porém, inevitáveis recorrências e acabamos por arder na altíssima febre de uma recidiva sem regresso nem apelo". Rui Knopfli

quinta-feira, 3 de setembro de 2009

Us And Them


Pink Floyd


Us, and them
And after all we're only
ordinary men.
Me, and you.
God only knows it's noz what
we would choose to do.
Forward he cried from the rear
and the front rank died.
And the general sat and the lines on the map
moved from side to side.
Black and blue
And who knows which is which
and who is who.
Up and down.
But in the end it's only
round and round.
Haven't you heard it's
a battle of words?, the poster bearer cried.
Listen son, said the man with the gun
There's room for you inside.

Down and out
It can't be helped but there's a lot
of it about.
With, without.
And who'll deny it's what the
fighting's all about?
Out of the way, it's a busy day
I've got things on my mind.
For the want of the price of tea and a slice
The old man died.


Waters, Wright


Versão da Tour Pulse de 1994, iniciada em Lisboa (Julho) no Estádio José Alvalade com dois espectáculos, estive lá.

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