Apesar de não se tratar do Brasil, e este é um blog brasileiro, mais que tudo, além de nacionalismos e patriotismos, sempre tão limítrofes em suas linhas de raciocínio, sempre impondo limites xenofóbicos e "racistas" (que mais corretamente é dizer 'de cor'), esta música do Roger Taylor (baterista do Queen e multi-instrumentista) nos leva a pensar um pouco acerca da estupidez humana que promove "guerras santas" sem nenhum nexo para o mundo, e aí digo por mundo a população mundial, dizimando os mais fracos sempre com motivações financeiras, de poder e podridão.
God would weep if he existed
And he saw what man can do to man
He'd think that we were twisted
His unblinking eye would blink and then
He'd say not in my name you don't
You stupid little men
With your arrogance and ignorance
You'll do it time and time again
And I, I must be getting old
There's fire and fury driven deep into my soul
It's the helplessness that comes from being under your control
And everything is broken
We've got a high street full of holes
The hight street's full of holes
Five million cameras stare at us
You treat us like we're fools
Our privacy is meaningless
We're suffocated by ten thousand rules
And this kingdom's not united
Just a complicated mess
Are we in Europe? Half in Europe? Not in Europe?
We're soulless, spineless, directionless
Why send our young men out to die
In wars that we don't understand?
And why on earth should we medaling in places like
Afghanistan? The price is much too high
In terms of money or our precious men
Your reasons are mysterious
And quitte beyond our ken
And I, I must be getting old
There's a fire and a fury driven deep into my soul
It's the helplessness that comes,
You even sold our gold
And everything is broken...
God would weep if he existed
And he saw what man can do to man
He'd think that we were twisted
His unblinking eye would blink and then
He'd say not in my name you don't
You stupid little men
With your arrogance and ignorance
You'll do it time and time again
And I, I must be getting old
There's fire and fury driven deep into my soul
It's the helplessness that comes from being under your control
And everything is broken
We've got a high street full of holes
The hight street's full of holes
Five million cameras stare at us
You treat us like we're fools
Our privacy is meaningless
We're suffocated by ten thousand rules
And this kingdom's not united
Just a complicated mess
Are we in Europe? Half in Europe? Not in Europe?
We're soulless, spineless, directionless
Why send our young men out to die
In wars that we don't understand?
And why on earth should we medaling in places like
Afghanistan? The price is much too high
In terms of money or our precious men
Your reasons are mysterious
And quitte beyond our ken
And I, I must be getting old
There's a fire and a fury driven deep into my soul
It's the helplessness that comes,
You even sold our gold
And everything is broken...
Cai muito bem no nosso país que apesar de não levar guerras ao exterior vive com sua própria guerra e alienação, citadas na canção de Roger Taylor. Muito legal o blog e as referências.
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Edu R.