árvores

(Fátima - Fevereiro 2011)

Precioso poema de Jarvis Cocker (Pulp) sobre as àrvores, testemunhas silenciosas dos dramas da nossa vida. O amor que sentimos pode acabar e os amigos podem desaparecer, mas as àrvores permanecem...

I took an air-rifle, shot a magpie to the ground and it died without a sound.

Your skin so pale against the fallen Autumn leaves and

no-one saw us but the trees.

Yeah, the trees, those useless trees produce the air that I am breathing.

Yeah, the trees, those useless trees; they never said that you were leaving.

I carved your name with a heart just up above - now swollen,

distorted, unrecognisable; like our love.

The smell of leaf mould and the sweetness of decay

are the incense at the funeral procession here, today.

You try to shape the world to what you want the world to be.

Carving your name a thousand times won't bring you back to me.

Oh no, no I might as well go and tell it to the trees.

Go and tell it to the trees, yeah.

end of summer

David´s Last Summer, escrita por Jarvis Cocker dos Pulp é a melhor canção sobre o fim do Verão. Quando chega o mês de Outubro é inevitável ouvir esta canção.  O poema é uma descrição perfeita da nostalgia que fica dos dias grandes e das noites quentes, daquele sentimento crescente de desespero devido à aproximação do Outono. Tudo o que desejamos é que o Verão não acabe, mas um dia, inevitavelmente, os dias começam a diminuir, a hora muda e a chuva torna-se companhia frequente e indesejada. Desaparecem as t-shirts, os calções, as toalhas com areia, a cerveja fresca no café da rotunda e as tardes a jogar ténis.

A parte musical é soberba: a energia do Verão sussurrada por Jarvis, o funk relaxado dos instrumentos em contraponto com os gritos incertos da parte final da canção quando se torna evidente o fim do Verão no Hemisfério Norte: «the whole sound of summer packing its bags and preparing to leave town». Talvez devamos aprender com as aves: um ano, dois Hemisférios. 

o que é o amor?

The room is cold and has been like this for several months.
If I close my eyes I can visualise everything in it right down
Right down to the broken handle on the third drawer down of the dressing table.
And the world outside this room has also assumed a familiar shape
The same events stuffed in a slightly different order each day.
Just like a modern shopping centre.

And it's so cold - yeah it's so cold.
And as I'm standing across this room
I feel as if my whole life has been leading to this one moment.
And as I touch your shoulder tonight this room has
become the centre of the entire universe.

So what do I do? I've got a slightly sick feeling in my stomach
Like I'm standing on top of a very high building oh yeah.

All the stuff they tell you about in the movies
but this isn't chocolate boxes and roses.
It's dirtier than that, like some small animal that only comes out at night.
And I see flashes of the shape of your breasts and the curve of your belly
And they make me have to sit down and catch my breath.

What is this feeling called love.
Why me, why you, why here, why now.
It doesn't make no sense no. It's not convenient no.
It doesn't fit my plans no.
It's something I don't understand oh.
F.E.E.L.I.N.G. C.A. double L.E.D. L.O.V.E.
Oh what is this thing that is happening to me.
Oh. What is this feeling called love.

escrito por Jarvis Cocker para o álbum "Different Class" dos Pulp. Jarvis descreve com detalhe e argúcia esse sentimento chamado Amor. Por exemplo, quando amamos profundamente é difícil dizer "amo-te". É por isso que o Jarvis soletra a palavra Amor...