Muitas pessoas aceitam a situação de massacres de populações indefesas em Gaza e noutras paragens, porque foram condicionadas durante muito tempo a verem certos povos como "inimigos". Porém, as pessoas de qualquer povo estão sobretudo preocupadas com os seus afazeres quotidianos e , salvo tenham sido também sujeitas a campanhas de ódio pelos seus governos, não nutrem antagonismo por outro povo. Na verdade, os inimigos são as elites governantes e as detentoras das maiores riquezas de qualquer país. São elas que instigam os sentimentos de ódio através da média que controlam.
Strange days have found us Strange days have tracked us down They're going to destroy Our casual joys We shall go on playing Or find a new town
Yeah!
Strange eyes fill strange rooms Voices will signal their tired end The hostess is grinning Her guests sleep from sinning Hear me talk of sin And you know this is it
Yeah!
Strange days have found us And through their strange hours We linger alone Bodies confused Memories misused As we run from the day To a strange night of stone
When the music's over When the music's over, yeah When the music's over Turn out the lights Turn out the lights Turn out the lights, yeah
When the music's over When the music's over When the music's over Turn out the lights Turn out the lights Turn out the lights
For the music is your special friend Dance on fire as it intends Music is your only friend Until the end Until the end Until the end
Cancel my subscription to the Resurrection Send my credentials to the House of Detention I got some friends inside
The face in the mirror won't stop The girl in the window won't drop A feast of friends "Alive!" she cried Waitin' for me Outside!
Before I sink Into the big sleep I want to hear I want to hear The scream of the butterfly
Come back, baby Back into my arm We're gettin' tired of hangin' around Waitin' around with our heads to the ground
I hear a very gentle sound Very near yet very far Very soft, yeah, very clear Come today, come today
What have they done to the earth? What have they done to our fair sister? Ravaged and plundered and ripped her and bit her Stuck her with knives in the side of the dawn And tied her with fences and dragged her down
I hear a very gentle sound With your ear down to the ground We want the world and we want it... We want the world and we want it... Now Now? Now!
Persian night, babe See the light, babe Save us! Jesus! Save us!
So when the music's over When the music's over, yeah When the music's over Turn out the lights Turn out the lights Turn out the lights
Well the music is your special friend Dance on fire as it intends Music is your only friend Until the end Until the end Until the end!
O que caracteriza as obras de qualidade, é serem intemporais.
Mas, existem obras que são especialmente apropriadas, em momentos de incerteza, de angústia.
Porque é que eu incluo nessa categoria este álbum de 1967 (*) da lendária banda de rock The Doors?
- Bem, primeiro, tem uma qualidade musical impossível de negar: a criatividade melódica, a subtileza dos arranjos, a extraordinária voz expressiva de Jim Morrison.
- Segundo, o conteúdo poético: estas letras são verdadeiros poemas.
- Terceiro, a realidade que nos cerca, inédita: pode ser lida no conteúdo deste álbum. Podemos achá-lo profético ... Profético, será ter razão antes de tempo...
-------------------------- (*) 00:00 Strange Days03:07 You're Lost Little Girl06:11 Love Me Two Times09:28 Unhappy Girl11:29 Horse Latitudes13:05 Moonlight Drive16:08 People Are Strange18:20 My Eyes Have Seen You20:50 I Can't See Your Face In My Mind24:17 When The Music's Over
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