500. Belle & Sebastian

I Fought in a War

I fought in a war and I left my friends behind me
To go looking for the enemy, and it wasnt very long
Before I would stand with another boy in front of me
And a corpse that just fell into me, with the bullets flying round

And I reminded myself of the words you said when we were getting on
And I bet youre making shells back home for a steady boy to wear
Round his neck, well it wont hurt to think of you as if youre waiting for
This letter to arrive because Ill be here quite a while

I fought in a war and I left my friends behind me
To go looking for the enemy, and it wasnt very long
Before I found out that the sickness there ahead of me
Went beyond the bedsit infamy of the decade gone before

And I reminded myself of the words you said when we were getting on
And I bet youre making shells back home for a steady man to wear
Round his neck, well it wont hurt to think of you as if youre waiting for
This letter to arrive because Ill be here quite a while

I fought in a war, and I didnt know where it would end
It stretched before me infinitely, I couldnt really think
Of the day beyond now, keep your head down pal
Theres trouble plenty in this hour, this day
I can see hope I can see light

And I reminded myself of the looks you gave when we were getting on
And I bet youre making shells back home for a steady man to wear
Round his neck, well it wont hurt to think of you as if youre waiting for
This letter to arrive because Ill be here quite a while´

Belle & Sebastian, 2000

270. Tortura

É oficial: Meat Loaf é um instrumento de tortura. Ver aqui a sua utilização na prisão de Guantânamo.

228. Cebola II

«Foram tempos loucos de dança. Nós, os vencidos, estávamos sedentos pela música libertadora, com a duração de um blues, dos vencedores transatlânticos: «Don't fence me in...».
Tratava-se de festejar a sobrevivência e de esquecer os respectivos acasos encenados pela guerra. Aquilo que tinha sido vergonhoso ou terrível e que espreitava por trás das costas não vinha à baila. O passado e o terreno montanhoso que surgiu das valas comuns era aplanado na superfície de dança de sábado para domingo.»

Descascando a Cebola, Günter Grass, 2006