Like A Rolling Stone

Like A Rolling Stone
Bob Dylan

Once upon a time you dressed so fine
You threw the bums a dime in your prime, didn't you ?
People'd call, say, "Beware doll, you're bound to fall"
You thought they were all kiddin' you
You used to laugh about
Everybody that was hangin' out
Now you don't talk so loud
Now you don't seem so proud
About having to be scrounging for your next meal.

How does it feel
How does it feel
To be without a home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone ?

You've gone to the finest school all right, Miss Lonely
But you know you only used to get juiced in it
And nobody has ever taught you how to live on the street
And now you find out you're gonna have to get used to it
You said you'd never compromise
With the mystery tramp, but know you realize
He's not selling any alibis
As you stare into the vacuum of his eyes
And say do you want to make a deal?

How does it feel
How does it feel
To be on your own
With no direction home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone ?
You never turned around to see the frowns on the jugglers and the clowns
When they all come down and did tricks for you
You never understood that it ain't no good
You shouldn't let other people get your kicks for you
You used to ride on the chrome horse with your diplomat
Who carried on his shoulder a Siamese cat
Ain't it hard when you discover that
He really wasn't where it's at
After he took from you everything he could steal.

How does it feel
How does it feel
To be on your own
With no direction home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone ?

Princess on the steeple and all the pretty people
They're drinkin', thinkin' that they got it made
Exchanging all precious gifts
But you'd better take your diamond ring, you'd better pawn it babe
You used to be so amused
At Napoleon in rags and the language that he used
Go to him now, he calls you, you can't refuse
When you got nothing, you got nothing to lose
You're invisible now, you got no secrets to conceal.

How does it feel
How does it feel
To be on your own
With no direction home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone ?

Misery Is A Butterfly

imagens do filme "À Bout de Souffle" de Godard (1959)


Misery Is A Butterfly
Blonde Redhead

Dearest Jane I should’ve known better
But I couldn’t say hello, I didn’t know why
But now I think, I think you were sad
Yes you were, you were, you were

What I say, I say only to you
Cause I love and I love only you
Dearest Jane, I want to give you a dream
That no one has given you

Remember when we found misery
We watched her, watched her spread her wings
And slowly fly around our room
And she asked for your gentle mind

Misery is a butterfly
Her heavy wings will warp your mind
With her small ugly face
And her long antenna
And her black and pink heavy wings

Remember when we found misery
We watched her, watched her spread her wings
And slowly fly around our room
And she asked for your gentle mind

When you're weary
Feeling small
When tears are in your eyes
I will dry them all

I'm on your side
When times get rough
And friends just can't be found
Like a bridge over troubled water
I will lay me down
Like a bridge over troubled water
I will lay me down

When you're down and out
When you're on the street
When evening falls so hard
I will comfort you
I'll take your part
When darkness comes
And pain is all around
Like a bridge over troubled water
I will lay me down
Like a bridge over troubled water
I will lay me down

Sail on Silver Girl,
Sail on by
Your time has come to shine
All your dreams are on their way

See how they shine
If you need a friend
I'm sailing right behind
Like a bridge over troubled water
I will ease your mind
Like a bridge over troubled water
I will ease your mind

Carlos de Oliveira

(...) 12) Diálogo entre personagens de romance:
        - Só o osso, o que em nós é duro, resistente, dá algum sentido (muito relativo) a palavras como eternidade, alma, tempo. Não há outra metafísica possível senão essa. Acredita. A do osso, a do cálcio. Embora me acuses de utilizar termos pouco nobres ao expô-la. Mas porquê? A D. Nobreza, a D. Linguagem com soutiens de lata, é que trama tudo.
        - Se não sabes nadar, porque te atiras à água ?
        - Porque nado doutra maneira. Porque me estou bugiando para as bóias e os nadadores convencionais. Porque em última análise não nascemos para nadar. Aí tens.  Nascemos para ir ao fundo. Eu explico-te melhor a minha teoria. Osso, cálcio. A palavra cálcio subdivide-se noutras duas: cal e cio. Pode não ser uma descoberta importante mas aposto que não tinhas reparado nisso. O mineral e o animal ao mesmo tempo. Quando o cio, o tutano, o animal, se decompõe e desaparece, fica o mineral, a nossa durabilidade extrema, a nossa resistência ao tempo. Só ele faz pensar um pouco na eternidade, vista do ângulo que te interessa.
        - Interessar-me uma aproximação duvidosa e inerte (repara bem, inerte) da eternidade? A mim? Estás enganado. O osso, bolas para o osso, não tem consciência.
        - De facto não tem. Mas que diabo há em ti de mais duradoiro, mais eterno, do que ele? A tua alma ou é esse resíduo de pedra ou não é nada.

excerto de "Almanaque Literário", in "O Aprendiz de Feiticeiro"