a perfeição

Os the gun club lembram-me muitas outras coisas que adoro, o estilo deles varia muito.

O que me surpreende mais nas canções acaba por ser a poesia fluída e algo sofisticada (o termo seria ‘literate’) de Jeffrey Pierce em fusão com a música que também oscila entre uma crueza e simplicidade e a sofisticação e delicadeza. Cria uma atmosfera fortíssima, empolgante, dramática, como se a música avançasse apaixonada por aí fora. Tenho de começar a ouvir estas coisas antes de fotografar ou mesmo durante.

Bad America

When I heard you
In my room last night
Lonely lemur calls
In my walls last night

When I was all alone
In the palm drunken night
When I was all alone
Bejeweled in the night

Pulsing we are hearts
But bleeding unlike diamonds
Tying up ourselves
But bleeding unlike diamonds

And it’s bad
But, it is bad America
Under the western sky

I looked up another thousand times
You colored my world violence
You made me warm when you hit me
With a nail in my arm

I was all alone
I could have die there
I was all alone
And I did not care

But, for a burning second
Of red love in the dark
But, for my burning hands
Grasping in the dark

And it’s bad
But, it is bad America
Under the western sky

I had this girl breath
Up and down my spine
But, that was a river ago
I knew you’d come in time

I was all alone
Though it was a sea ago
I was all alone
And where did you go

And there’s vein-like children
On the waterfront
Smack-rotting faces
On the waterfront

And it’s bad
But, it is bad America
Under the western sky

And there’s vein-like children
On the waterfront
Smack-rotting faces
On the waterfront

And it’s bad
But, it is bad America
Under the western sky

But it is bad America
Well, alright

JEFFREY PIERCE, The Gun Club

Lucky Jim
The rain has arrived at last
For which we had waited
The hawkers have packed up their stands
Nothing to be traded

The Soviets beside the Quay
Run back to the freighter
The terrace of the Rex Hotel
Is closed by the waiters

We need you, oh Lucky Jim
Where have you gone, oh Lucky Jim?

Your mistress has left her home
Gone back to the dances
The smoking dens are starting up
For life’s own enhancing

Nobody goes to the war
Since there’s none to go to
We just sit around the cafe bars
We sit waiting for you

We need you, oh Lucky Jim
Where have you gone, oh Lucky Jim?

Why did you ever go up north?
It is not for you
They’ll strip your little weak heart clean
Then what will you do

The Australians in the Bunny Bar
Are waiting your return
Everyone wants a piece of you
A piece of you to burn

We need you, oh Lucky Jim
Where have you gone, oh Lucky Jim?
We miss you here, oh Lucky Jim

JEFFREY PIERCE, The Gun Club