Another one bites the dust

Hoje almoçei com a tv à frente.

Estava na MTV e vi o novo videoclip da Avril Lavigne. Lembram-se? Da míuda punk que infernizava os "malls" com os amigos e usava uma gravatinha por cima de uma t-shirt, bem como aqueles pulsos elásticos desportivos (que já não foram da minha era, ufa...)... Eu não ia muito com a menina. Achava que estava na carruagem de trás do movimento pseudo-punk, fora de época e fora de tom. Mas ok, live and let live.

Entretanto, eu sabia que a rapariga se tinha casado - um enlace pseudo-punk, porque o gajo era dos Sum41.
Mas não sabia pormenores. A idade, por exemplo! E queria ver como tinha sido, tradicional ou neo-avangard; se o noivo era giro; de que cor eram as damas de honor... E fui ver... Ai, credo, mais valia não ter ido ver... As damas estavam de um rosa a puxar para o lavanda... E o casamento foi clássico, mas temático: rock...

E hoje, ao vê-la transformada numa Cristina Aguilera-meets-Pink, com o cabelo cor de Marylin Monroe,com bocados rosa-choque, shorts sobre collants de renda preta - à Britney no seu pior - com um ar mais totó e a dar ao rabo sem pinga de jeito, eu pergunto: what's up with this people?


North America Scum? [LCD Soundsystem]


oh oh oh
oh i don't know, i don't know, oh, where to begin
we are north americans
and for those of you who still think we're from england
we're not, no.
we build our planes and our trains till we think we might die,
far from North America,
where the buildings are old and you might have lots of mimes.
aha, oh, oh.
i hate the feelin' when you're looking at me that way
cause we're north americans
but if we act all shy, it’ll make it ok
makes it go away.

oh I don't know, I don't know, oh, where to begin
when we're north american
but in the end we make the same mistakes all over again
come on north americans

we are north american scum
we’re from north america

and all the kids all the kids that want to make the scene
here in north america
when our young kids get to read it in your magazines
we don't have those
so where's the love where's the love where's the love where's the love where's the love tonight?
but there's no love man there's no love and the kids are uptight
so throw a party till the cops come in and bust it up
let's go north americans
oh you were planning it i didn't mean to interrupt
sorry
i did it once and my parents got pretty upset
freaked out in north america
but then i said the more i do it the better it gets

let's rock north america

we are north american scum
we're from north america
we are north american scum
we are north american

new york's the greatest if you get someone to pay the rent
wahoo north america
and it's the furthest you can live from the government un huh huh
some proud american christians might disagree
here in north america
but new york's the only place we're keepin them off the street
boo boo now we can't have parties like in spain where they go all night
shut down in north america
or like berlin where they go another night, alright, un huh un huh

you see i love this place that i have grown to know
alright, north america.
and yeah, I know you wouldn’t touch us with a ten-foot pole
‘cause we’re north americans.

we are north american scum
we are north americans
we are north american scum
we love north america

take me back to the states man
north american scum
where we can be ????
north american
where the dj ????
here in north american scum
don't blame the canadians
let go north america

(Só falta aqui o meu amigo R.D.Gui.Nhê a picar-me, a dizer que só sei dizer mal...)