sexta-feira, 7 de novembro de 2008

Fight Club

Hoje eu vou deixar uma outra pessoa falar por mim. E, em se tratando do Clube da Luta, não poderia ser diferente, certo? Gosto da letra. Acho que ela fala muito e fala sobre assuntos que, algumas vezes, nos recusamos a enfrentar. Esta é a nossa vida? Não sei, mas vale a pena uns minutos de reflexão.

Dedico o post aos amigos Valcir e Richard... bem como ao poste que um dia pagou o pato!

If this is your first night, you have to comment.

Enjoy Dust Brothers.



This Is Your Life

tecla SAP

And you open the door and you step inside
We're inside our hearts
Now imagine your pain as a white ball of healing light
Thats right
Your pain, the pain of self is a white ball of healing light
I dont think so

This is your life
Good to the last drop
It doesnt get any better than this
This is your life and its ending one minute at a time

This isnt a seminar
This isnt a weekend retreat
Where you are now you can't even imagine what the bottom will be like
Only after disaster can we be resurrected
It's only after you've lost everything you are free to do anything

Nothing is static
Everything is evolving
Everything is falling apart

You are not a beautiful and unique snowflake
You are the same decaying organic matter as everything else
We are all part of the same compost heap
We are the all singing all dancing crap of the world

You are not your bank account
You are not the clothes you wear
You are not the contents of your wallet
You are not your bowel cancer
You are not your grande latte
You are not the car you drive
You are not your fucking khakis

You have to give up
You have to realise that someday you will die
Until you know that
You are useless

I say, let me never be complete
I say, may I never be content
I say, deliver me from swedish furniture
I say, deliver me from clever art
I say deliver me from clear skin and perfect teeth
I say you have to give up
I say evolve, and let the chips fall as they may

I want you to hit me as hard as you can (x2)
Welcome to fight club
If this is your first night - You have to fight

Um comentário:

Letícia disse...

For sure, I'm not my bank account neither my stupid art.

Engraçado ler esse post, João. Porque estava pensando em algemas e coisas que nos prendem e não somos livres porque são os padrões e não conseguimos seguir todos e não suportamos estar de fora. Aí vem a revolta. Aí vem gente que se joga de um prédio ou então espanca mulher ou mulher espanca filhos ou a gente se acaba mesmo nessa vida de quase sermos o que queremos ser.

So let's deliver us from our own cells.

Como sempre, mesmo através de outro, você sente que o mundo não é uma janela com vista para o mar.



"It's only after you've lost everything you are free to do anything."

(Dust Brothers)