terça-feira, maio 27, 2008

O injustiçado


Há umas semanas, Bob Dylan tornou-se no primeiro letrista musical a ganhar um Pulitzer, o mais importante prémio das letras norte-americanas, que habitualmente é entregue às escritas literária ou jornalística. A comparação de um músico a um poeta é algo de marcante, todos concordamos, ao nível do elitismo intelectual e pode abrir ao reconhecimento de outros génios da lírica, que têm permanecido ignorado e injustiçados.
Espero que proximamente, os Pulitzer premeiem uma das grandez vozes da música do nosso tempo. Um homem que, através da sua palavra, tem chamaod a atenção para problemas actuais, como o sexo, a religião, a política, as guerras no mundo da música e, claro, mamas. Falo de Jimmy Pop Ali, vocalista, mentor e Jesus Cristo da banda Bloodhoung Gang. Um homem cuja mensagem atrai muitos e que urge elevar a um patamar superior. Fica como adenda a uma possível candidatura este bonito conjunto de palavras, onde Pop disserta sobre a alternativa de vida homossexual. Profundo.

"I Wish I Was Queer So I Could Get Chicks"

If your ass is a Chinese restaurant I'll have the poo-poo platter
My friend Jerry Vandergrift kissed me in Home Ec. class
Later in the afternoon some jarheads in the locker room kicked my ass
I said guys I'm like you I like Monster Trucks too
Wanna see how many push-ups I can do?
I just wish I was queer so I could get chicks
Chicks dig guys that are
Queer guys that don't dig
Chicks that don't dig guys like me
See I'm not queer I'm too ugly
But if I were handsome just imagine how great it would be
Incognito as gay though but not actually that way though pseudo homo phony
Maybe it's a stupid theory or maybe just stupidity
But if I was a queerbee in the fashion industry
Scoring with a super model would be easy
Cause 'super model' means voluptuous but is also is synonomous with 'super dumb'
Ya see I'd be a good listener so she'd treat me like a sister and soon I'd become
That trusted friend that cares that rubs her back and braids her hair
No it wouldn't be a week before I'm in her underwear
I wish I was queer so I could get chicks
Chicks dig guys that are
Queer guys that don't dig
Chicks that don't dig guys like me
See I'm not queer I'm too ugly
Doesn't matter what I'm packin' in my denim it's what's in my genes
The only smoked meat the only sausage I would eat is made by Jimmy Dean
See I'm not to keen on the smell of Vaseline
No I'm not Princess Di and I don't wanna be a queen
I wish I was queer so I could get chicks

Anyway if I were gay I'd have to change my name to Dirk or Lewis
Hang out with my mom's hair stylist his name is Kip he's got a lisp he talks like this
And wear my mother's lingerie learn the songs of Broadway
And appreciate Depeche Mode and avant garde ballet
I wish I was queer so I could get chicks
Chicks dig guys that are
Queer guys that don't dig
Chicks dig guys that are
Queer guys that don't dig
Chicks dig guys that are
Queer guys that don't dig
Chicks that don't dig guys like me
See I'm not queer I'm too ugly
And I don't shave my heiny
Don't shave my heiny
See I'm not queer I'm too ugly

1 comentário:

Vítor H. Silva disse...

Isto é Arte!