Batushka

(não sou grande fã de grandes alturas. Quem diria?) 

O medo não vicia. O que vicia é o sentimento que acompanha a derrota de um medo. Há em cada superação, uma (re) descoberta de um "novo" eu, mais capaz e, por isso, mais completo. Como se em cada vencimento, houvesse um renascimento que nos leva mais perto, porque mais Longe, de quem realmente somos (somos o que fazemos connosco). Até lá não passamos de um ensaio de gente, tentativas de sermos alguém. Quem nunca se desafiou, nunca desaprendeu de ser quem os outros decidiram que fosse. 

Não há raças, etnias, povos ou pessoas inferiores e superiores. O que há são culturas que fazem pior do que outras, ao elevarem o baixo e rebaixarem o elevado. Sendo isto verdade, a fatalidade não está no Homem, em si, mas naquilo que ele decide aprender e ensinar, havendo sempre espaço para outras salas de aula.

O Sábio, o Génio, faz do pensamento a sua brincadeira predilecta. 

Imaginemos os clamores dos tambores caso Marcelo fosse alemão. Sendo "tuga" dão-nos e damo-nos as liberalidades dos pequenotes, as licenças dos inimputáveis. Os lorpas são escutados sempre sem grande reparo.

Twin Tribes.

"This time of night feels like I'm losing my mind to find
The smell of blood in my dreams.
Darkness and silence bring the fear in your eyes tonight.
The cold invades you to sleep.
Don't sleep till we fade
Your skin left undead
We'll sleep till we fade away
Don't sleep till we fade
Your skin left undead
We'll sleep till we fade away
Our crescent shadows seem to find their way out of time
They make their way through the trees
No one will find us as we walk through the dark tonight
The cold invades you to sleep
Don't sleep till we fade
Your skin left undead
We'll sleep till we fade away
Don't sleep till we fade
Your skin left undead
We'll sleep till we fade away"

David Loca - No Boys Til Midnight

"I've been waiting
For some time
'Cause tonight
She is mine
Yeah I called her
On the phone
What she said
Turned me on
She said no boys
'til midnight

So I walked
To her house
Just to see
What she's about
When I knocked
On her door
I heard her
Say once more
She said no boys
'till midnight
She said no boys
'til midnight

No boys
'til midnight
No boys
'til midnight
She said no boys
'til midnight
She said no boys
'til midnight
She said no boys
No boys
No boys"

Choir Boy  - Nites Like This

"Spin me around
Dance with me now like you used to
I’m so bored these days
We are wasting our time away

Baby don’t frown
Please don’t leave now I still want you
I just mean to say
We should make time to work and time to play

Falls the night
and deeply sighs our woven melody
Nites like this stars don’t bother to shine
Hold me tight
As you and I fade to a memory
I reach out but I can’t dry your eyes

Wake to the sound
Jangling around on my finger
I’m so bored these days
We are wasting our time away

Carving a cloud
Don’t ask me why this is happening
I don’t need to say
There’s no reason in time or taking shape

Falls the night
and deeply sighs our woven melody
Nites like this stars don’t bother to shine
Hold me tight
As you and I fade to a memory
I reach out but I can’t dry your eyes
Falls the night
and deeply sighs our woven melody
Nites like this stars don’t bother to shine
Hold me tight
As you and I fade to a memory"

Cold Cave Confetti

Waiting for the stars to align
There is a restless raincloud in my mind
Heavy eyes fixed in the middle of the room
And you're looking for a point to all that you do
I feel guilty being alive
When so many beautiful people have died
I never thought that we wouldn't rule the world
I always think we will I keep my fist clenched still

Oh, I'm coming
When you see me you should run and hide
It's important that evil people look good on the outside

I know the stars will align
If not tonight then some other time
Sleeping off the shade in the back of a car
I tried to get away but the car wouldn't start
I may never get it right
My chemicals may balance in some other life
I never thought that we wouldn't rule the world
I always think we will I keep my teeth gnashed still

Oh, I'm coming
When you see me you should run and hide
It's important that evil people look good on the outside

You look so good on the outside
I feel so good on the outside

Them Are Us Too

Floor

"Slipping slowly backward
Across an open floor
I should have done much better
I should have done much more
There was no reason for it
No sacred alibi
No possibility of
Living a perfect lie

I should have asked for more
I wasn’t cut out for this

Slipping quickly backward
Into a darkened cave
Ignore the standards by which
We are meant to behave
I wish you did not worry
I always knew you would
A permanent condition
To be misunderstood

I should have asked for more
I wasn’t cut out for this

There is no cure in someone else
My only keeper is myself

I should have asked for more
I wasn’t cut out for this".

Pegando em centenas de milhões de apoios públicos, as ricas farmacêuticas dão achamento às curas de preços letais para as temidas doenças fatais. 

Escudam-se nas investigações custosas, mas escusam-se em contar que são o sector económico que mais lucros gera. À frente da Banca, à frente da Indústria militar, só mesmo a Big Pharma. 

A estratégia que hoje vinga contra o crime não passa pela sua prevenção ou combate mas, sim, em fazê-lo legal. 

A mais frágil forma, na minha opinião, de discutir a justiça de uma prática, com impacto na comunidade, é usar como força forte da razão, uma ligação fraca, do tipo, "Está no contrato". Não há pensamento suado ou lógica dialéctica que não dobre perante o prolixo argumento deste, "Está no contrato". Vem isto a propósito do sururu acerca da nova injecção de 800 milhões no Novo Banco. Ouvi, no último Eixo do Mal, Pedro Marques Lopes vociferar contra Daniel Oliveira, por este ter ousado questionar a combustão de mais capitais públicos em prejuízos privados. Disse, o referido comendador televisivo, serem tais questionamentos, ataques populistas, populares e por isso, estúpidos (Pedro Marques Lopes esteve particularmente abrasivo e em brasa no passado episódio da Crónica do Mal). Se alguém pensar, em voz alta, sobre a imoralidade, a injustiça, de tamanha fogueira de capitais ou outras tradições orgiásticas, porque trágicas e nacionais, espera-o, na certa, o "Está no contrato", seguido da acusação de serem, tais correntes de indignação, Venturas perigosas. E "zipa-se", assim, o formato de toda discussão.

Contra contratos não há contra-argumentos, ouço dizer. 

São cada vez menos os pontos lógicos válidos contra os pontos finais, que fazem, todos os dias, legais todas as ilegítimas vilanagens. 

Rocalva. 

Abeirando-se as Presidênciais há gente grada a prometer algo grande à miúda da Comunicação Social. 

- Tio Ho, porque andas descalço, sendo, tu, o homem mais poderoso deste país?

- Porque andando o povo, do meu país, descalço, dita a minha vergonha que, sendo o primeiro de entre eles, traje como o seu último.  

Drifting through loss

We escape from the cost of the pain

The healing through years

So obscured by the tears and the strain

But this one-way street you're on

You'll never be fulfilled

And this one-way street you're on

Is gonna get you killed

Healing the lost, so delusional hollow and vague

Ascending through fear as emotionless dreams of the grave

But this one-way street you're on

You'll never be fulfilled

And this one-way street you're on

Is gonna get you killed

Onto a higher ground, a youthful lie, no warning death

Hiding is truth in all us

Another fired down, do or die it's just despair

Hiding the truth in all us

God asks not to kill

God asks not to kill

God asks not

Godless sworn to kill

Godless sworn to kill

God asks not

With inner peace gone, you pray

All those darker thoughts are coming back to stay

With inner peace gone you've paid

All those darker thoughts are coming back to stay

Godless sworn to kill

Annihilation

Godless sworn to kill (Godless sworn to kill)

Annihilation

God asks not to kill

God asks not to kill

God asks not

Godless born to kill

Godless born to kill

God asks not 

Darker Thoughts, do álbum Obsidian, dos Paradise Lost

Há homens que se pensam fora das leis da história. Incapazes, na sua fé, de se julgarem errados, brincam aos paraísos num recreio infernal.

"O mundo já tinha feito o pior que podia fazer. Que mais podia ele fazer? O que é que ainda tinha a temer? O que poderia perder que me impedisse de sobreviver? Senti-me libertado, protegido pela própria calamidade e perversamente invencível, dentro da minha própria vulnerabilidade. O engano, o artifício e o manter de aparências, desgastam-me". 

Nick Cave escrevendo sobre a morte do seu filho. 

Noise of the Void , tema do terceiro album dos Drab Majesty, "Modern Mirror" (Dais Records, 2019)

Surrounded by reactive eyes
Mass reaction sadness
Satan hides no more
Love is on a leash today
Branded by the things you
Say-tan hides no more
Satan hides no more
You walked right into the web
(It's the emptiness, the emptiness)
You could never talk with silence like this
(It's the emptiness, the emptiness)
You could never stop the violence like this
(When sentience is sensing it)
It's the emptiness, the emptiness
Love is a panopticon
Opted out of options
Satan hides no more
Satan hides no more
Death to your autonomy
Searching for that person
Satan hides no more
Satan hides no more
You walked right into the web
You could never talk with silence like this
(It's the emptiness, the emptiness)
You could never stop the violence like this
(When sentience is sensing it)
You could never walk with mileage like this
(It's your willingness to ignorance)
Listen to the noise of the void
There's a message in it for you
Is there any reason now
To surrender sound as you enter the ground?
Is there any reason now
To surrender sound as you enter the ground?
Is there any reason now
To surrender sound as you enter the ground?
Is there any reason now
To surrender the horrendous sound of the hour is everywhere now?
You could never talk with silence like this
(It's the emptiness, the emptiness)
You could never stop the violence like this
(When sentience is sensing it)
You could never walk with mileage like this
(It's your willingness to ignorance)
Listen to the noise of the void
There's a message in it for you
Listen to the noise of the void
There's a message in it for you
Listen to the noise of the void
There's a message in it for you
There's a message in it for you
There's a message in it for you
There's a message in it for you

The Double Life of Veronique