Amoasei

Saindo do “coffins” do mundo, ressucitando, undead-songs total, “Public Enemy” com os discos “Fear of a Black Planet” e “It Takes a Nation of Millions to Hold Us Back”. Disco mesmo, vinil, bolachão das antigas, com direito a ploc-ploc e tudo…

I am not your rolling wheels
I am the highway
I am not your carpet ride
I am the sky.

I Am The Highway
Audioslave

Na onda do 80’s back (ja to sacando que o auge dessa merda me parece que vai ser winter 08), ressussitei minha coleção do Front 242 e outras “industrialidades” tipo “slip second”. E os modernosos de hoje acham que esses bagulhos eletronicos nasceram agora… Caraca to ficando velho mesmo…

Apesar de, no fundo saber estar completamente errada, depois de todo esse tempo e tudo que rolou, acho que o título dessa música infelizmente reflita o que pensa.

Everyday I Think Of Money
Stereophonics

I drive a truck, it carries money,
And everyday, I dream up my fantasies.
Yesterday, I bought my beach house,
A little place just off the coast of France.

Everyday I think of money,
Everyday I think of running.

I love my truck, I love my family,
Stuck in the back, the good life surrounds me.
Could tie my right hand man, and put him some place,
Then I’d ditch the truck, and buy a new face.

Everyday I think of money,
Everyday I think of something.

It cant buy you love, cant give you soul,
Can pick you up, can down you low.
Can drag you out of the hole,
You dug, yourself, out of again.

Sat in a truck, it it carries convicts,
My hands are bound to the seat by handcuffs,
Tomorrow, I’ll maybe walk around the yard,
Or paint in my cell, and hate imprisonment.

Everyday I think of money,
Everyday I miss my family.