o
que tem mais piada nesta velha canção de tom waits é o modo como ele retrata a
dificuldade em resistir às tentações e esse (sempre subjacente) dilema entre o
bem e o mal. confessa: também já te perguntaste por que razão os maus têm tanta
força, por que é que os anjos vão dormir quando o diabo deixa acesa a luz da
entrada.
I
spent all my money in a Mexican whorehouse
Across
the street from a catholic church
And
then I wiped off my revolver
And
I buttoned up my burgundy shirt
I
shot the morning in the back
with my red wings on
I
told the sun he'd better go back down
And
if I can find a book of matches
I'm
goin' to burn this hotel down
You
got to tell me brave captain
Why
are the wicked so strong?
How
do the Angels get to sleep
When
the Devil leaves the porch light on?
Well,
I dropped thirty grand on the Nugget slots
I
had to sell my ass on Fremont Street
And
the drummer said there's sanctuary
Over
at the Baghdad room
And
now it's one for the money
Two
for the show
Three
to get ready, and go man go
I
said, "Tell me Mr. Siegal,
how do I get out of here?"
Well,
Willard's knocked out on a bottle of heat
Drivin'
dangerous curves across the dirty sheets
He
said, "Man you ought to see her
when her parents are gone
Man
you ought to hear her when the siren's on"
I
said, tell me brave captain
Why
are the wicked so strong?
How
do the Angels get to sleep
When
the Devil leaves the porch light on?
Don't
you know that ain't no broken bottle
That
I picked up in my headlights
on the other side of the Nevada line
Where
they live hard die young
And
have a good lookin' corpse every time
Well,
you know the pit-boss
said I should keep movin'
This
is where you go when you die
And
so I shot a black beauty
And
I kissed her right between the eyes
Well,
Willard's knocked out on a bottle of heat
Drivin'
dangerous curves across the dirty sheets
He
said, "When the bitches wound up
when her parents are gone
Man
you ought to hear her when the siren's on"
I
said, tell me brave captain:
Why
are the wicked so strong?
How
do the Angels get to sleep
When
the Devil leaves the porch light on?
Sim, já me questionei sobre isso e julgo poder concluir que, apenas aparentemente, os maus têm tanta força.
ResponderEliminarSabe, eu acho que os meus anjos não têm dormido... Descansam a vista, de vez em quando. Até ando a pensar em dar-lhes uma folga;)
Gosto muito desta canção. Uma interpretação com muita atitude, não é?
que sorte, ter anjos da guarda… ;)
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