[douglasdickel]

Hoje de manhã eu estava ouvindo mais uma vez o Easter, da Patti Smith, e de repente entram nos meus ouvidos as seguintes palavras: "Baby was a black sheep. Baby was a whore. Baby got big and baby get bigger. Baby get something. Baby get more. Baby, baby, baby was a rock and roll nigger." Chamaram a minha atenção por eu já conhecê-las. Pois são as palavras cantadas pelo Pedro no final de Fracassos! Eu tocava na banda e não sabia que aqueles versos eram da Patti Smith... Vão as letras das duas:

FRACASSOS
(Pedro Verissimo)

Jogado no chão, minha cabeça nas mãos
As minhas mãos nos joelhos, eu não entendo onde estou
Eu me joguei de cabeça e acabei onde estou
Aqui, sem pé nem cabeça, minha cabeça nas mãos
Jogado no chão, meu corpo é só coração

E o meu corpo quebrou
São fracassos

Jogado no chão, meu corpo é só coração
Com os meus olhos vermelhos, eu não enxergo onde estou
Eu me joguei de cabeça e acabei onde estou
Aqui, sem pé nem cabeça, minha cabeça nas mãos
Jogado no chão, meu corpo é só coração

E o meu corpo quebrou
São fracassos

Baby was a black sheep
Baby was a whore
Baby got big and baby get bigger
Baby get something
Baby get more
Baby, baby, baby was a rock & roll nigger


ROCK & ROLL NIGGER
(Lenny Kaye/Patti Smith)

Baby was a black sheep. Baby was a whore.
Baby got big and baby get bigger.
Baby get something. Baby get more.
Baby, baby, baby was a rock & roll nigger.
Oh, look around you, all around you,
riding on a copper wave.
Do you like the world around you?
Are you ready to behave?

Outside of society, they're waitin' for me.
Outside of society, that's where I want to be.

Baby was a black sheep. Baby was a whore.
You know she got big. Well, she's gonna get bigger.
Baby got a hand; got a finger on the trigger.
Baby, baby, baby is a rock & roll nigger.

Outside of society, that's where I want to be.
Outside of society, they're waitin' for me.

(Those who have suffered, understand suffering,
and thereby extend their hand
the storm that brings harm
also makes fertile
blessed is the grass
and herb and the true thorn and light.)

I was lost in a valley of pleasure.
I was lost in the infinite sea.
I was lost, and measure for measure,
love spewed from the heart of me.
I was lost, and the cost,
and the cost didn't matter to me.
I was lost, and the cost
was to be outside society.

Jimi Hendrix was a nigger.
Jesus Christ and Grandma, too.
Jackson Pollock was a nigger.
Nigger, nigger, nigger, nigger,
nigger, nigger, nigger.

Outside of society, they're waitin' for me.
Outside of society, if you're looking,
that's where you'll find me.
Outside of society, they're waitin' for me.
Outside of society.