Friday, January 13, 2012

Travessuras do Doutor Frankenstein: Kevin Barnes

Doutor Frankenstein trouxe Jim Morrison de volta ao mundo dos vivos, deu-lhe uma infusão de kriptonita, um par de discos e um pouco de DNA alienígena/queer de David Bowie. Depois o diabólico doutorzinho ainda jogou no lixo aquele orgãozinho fanho de churrascaria do Ray Manzarek e o resultado foi esse:




E em versão acústica:


Aqui a letra

The past is a grotesque animal

Kevin Barnes / Of Montreal

The past is a grotesque animal

And in its eyes you see

How completely wrong you can be

How completely wrong you can be
The sun is out, it melts the snow that fell yesterday

Makes you wonder why it bothered
I fell in love with the first cute girl that I met

Who could appreciate George Bataille

Standing at a Swedish festival

Discussing, 'Story of the Eye'

Discussing, 'Story of the Eye'
It's so embarrassing to need someone like I do you

How can I explain I need you here and not here too

How can I explain I need you here and not here too
I'm flunking out, I'm flunking out I'm gone, I'm just gone

But at least I author my own disaster

At least I author my own disaster
Performance breakdown and I don't want to hear it

I'm just not available

Things could be different but they're not

Things could be different but they're not
The mousy girl screams, 'Violence, violence'

The mousy girl screams, 'Violence, violence'

She gets hysterical 'cause they're both so mean

And it's my favorite scene
But the cruelty's so predictable

Makes you sad on the stage

Though our love project has so much potential

But it's like we weren't made for this world

Though I wouldn't really want to meet someone who was
Do I have to scream in your face?

I've been dodging lamps and vegetables

Throw it all in my face, I don't care
Let's just have some fun, let's tear this shit apart

Let's tear the fucking house apart

Let's tear our fucking bodies apart

Let's just have some fun
Somehow you've red-rovered the gestapo circling my heart

And nothing can defeat you, no death, no ugly world

You've lived so brightly, you've altered everything

I find myself searching for old selves

While speeding forward through the plate glass of maturing cells
I've played the unraveler, the parhelion

But even Apocalypse is fleeting, there's no death, no ugly world

Sometimes I wonder if you're mythologizing me like I do you

Mythologizing me like I do you
We want our film to be beautiful, not realistic

Perceive me in the radiance of terror dreams

You can betray me, you can

You can betray me
Teach me something wonderful

Crown my head, crowd my head with your lilting effects

Project your fears on to me,

I need to view them

See there's nothing to them

I promise you there's nothing to them
I'm so touched by your goodness

You make me feel so criminal

How do you keep it together?

I'm all, all unraveled
But you know, no matter where we are

We're always touching by underground wires
I've explored you with the detachment of an analyst

But most nights we've raided the same kingdoms

And none of our secrets are physical

None of our secrets are physical

None of our secrets are physical now.

4 comments:

Tudo de Novo Outra Vez said...

Eu gostei.

Paulodaluzmoreira said...

O estranho é que eu ainda não escutei outra música deles que eu gostasse tanto.

sabina anzuategui said...

Também gostei, só não concordo com a ironia sobre o órgão de churrascaria.

É uma das melhores coisas dos Doors.

Paulodaluzmoreira said...

Eu tbm gosto de The Doors, Sabina, mas aquele orgão [que eu acho legal] é de churrascaria, né?