é virtualmente impossível tentar acompanhar o que de fantástico há no mundo da música, muito porque surgem grupos e nomes bons todos os dias, eu sei, mas devia haver um farol qualquer que nos indicasse pistas... vem isto a propósito de concertos recentes em que me apercebi de que há entre nós músicos (bruno pernadas/walter benjamin/tape junk) que valem a pena mas quase parece falarem uma língua diferente e distante, tais são a ignorância e o desconhecimento generalizados que deles temos... e a pensar nisto recordei esta velha canção de lloyd cole. é para ti, claro.

I am cold, distant, increasingly resistant to your smile


And this I don't deny


You are bold, beautiful, I'm always going to be in love with you


Amphetamines or none

You say - Give it to me straight


Well I already did


There isn't any more


And what pale fire I ever had is gone


But you don't want to hear that in a song

Music in a foreign language


Words that we don't understand


Melodies won't come between us


And even if you wanted - we can't sing along

La la la...

I heard a voice - resonant, born of Scandinavian descent


I didn't comprehend a single word, sentence


My stunted sensibility content


To listen without words

I'll try to give it to you straight


My heart is almost full - there's not a lot of space


And so forgive me if I'm less than awed


By your world weary twenty-six year old

Music in a foreign language


Words that we don't understand


Melodies won't come between us


And even if you wanted - we can't sing along

La la la...

You say I'm dry - a scientist


No mate for the lioness you are


Yes - I can hear you roar