Monday, May 17, 2010

Chico Buarque? Não, Radiohead.

Depois de comparar TomWaits com Chico Buarque da Ópera do Malandro [ou seja o astral soturno dos anos de chumbo injetado com Kurt Weil] acabei me lembrando desse momento Chico Buarque do Radiohead.

"Life In A Glass House"

Once again, I'm in trouble with my only friend
She is papering the window panes
She is putting on a smile
Living in a glass house

Once again, packed like frozen food and battery hens
Think of all the starving millions
Don't talk politics and don't throw stones
Your royal highnesses

Well of course I'd like to sit around and chat
Well of course I'd like to stay and chew the fat
Well of course I'd like to sit around and chat
But someone's listening in.

Once again, we are hungry for a lynching
That's a strange mistake to make
You should turn the other cheek
Living in a glass house

Well of course I'd like to sit around and chat
Well of course I'd like to stay and chew the fat
Well of course I'd like to sit around and chat
But someone's listening in.

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