... Regresso a PDL, via LX, e na playlist "random" no momento em que o trem de aterragem lavra a pista beatificada com nome Papal, os headphones do mp3 anunciam o coro dos "Oasis" com "Dont go Away"...penso no retorno, na extensão da luta pela sobrevivência, e suspiro para dentro : "Fuck ! Not now John !?!".
... Live at the Apollo, há dez anos em Londres, para uma canção intemporal na minha private OST. ... All of those people Everywhere Ever so needing Where's it all leading Tell me where Nothing insincere I'd better have pity I'd better go easy I never will lay down While my heart is still beating Where's it all leading Walk on air Am I still dreaming Words to spare Lost in their meaning I'd better be strong now I'd better stop dreaming My heart has flown away now Will it never stop bleeding'
... It seems like yesterday But it was long ago She was lovely, she was the queen of my nights There in the darkness with the radio playlng low And the secrets that we shared The mountains that we moved Caught like a wildfire out of control Till there was nothing left to burn and nothing left to prove
And I remember what she said to me How she swore that it never would end I remember how she held me oh so tight Wish I didn't know now what I didn't know then
Against the wind We were runnin' against the wind We were young and strong, we were runnin' against the wind
And the years rolled slowly past And I found myself alone Surrounded bv strangers I thought were my friends I found myself further and further from my home And I guess I lost my way There were oh so many roads I was living to run and running to live Never worried about paying or even how much I owed Moving eight miles a minute for months at a time Breaking all of the rules that would bend I began to find myself searchin' Searching for shelter again and again Against the wind A little something against the wind I found myself seeking shelter against the wind
Well those drifters days are past me now I've got so much more to think about Deadlines and commitments What to leave in, what to leave out
Against the wind I'm still runnin' against the wind Well I'm older now and still Against the wind ...
Todos nós temos uma, única e irrepetível, banda sonora das nossas vidas. Depois dos 40 a escolha fica facilitada porque estamos a meio da viagem. E o que importa, para um niilista, é a viagem, e não o destino. Para um cinto negro do existencialismo o grau seguinte é o solipsismo, ou seja, o extremo do subjectivismo e do individualismo em que tudo só vale relativamente ao eu individual. Quem me conhece, na intimidade, sabe que nunca serei um solipsista. Mas quem assim me conhece também sabe que na banda sonora da minha vida continuarei, sempre, a correr contra o vento. Cada um tem a banda sonora que merece, que quer, ou que por força das circunstâncias foi registando, ou à qual está preso porque não consegue apagar o passado nem reescrever o futuro. São canções e letras que nos marcam como ferros, como por exemplo esta de Bob Seger & The Silver Bullet Band, que literalmente me acompanha sempre que vou correr. E corro o dia todo ! Recordo, porventura como memória fabricada, que o primeiro disco de vinil, que comprei com escudos, foi "Reggatta de Blanc", dos "The Police", e mais de uma década depois, já com euros, o meu primeiro CD, tenho a certeza, foi "Bossanova" dos "Pixies". A anos luz de ambos, e em formato mp3, regresso a 1980, o ano em que tudo mudou, e recupero, para sempre, este "Against the Wind" que, respectivamente, com "The Bed´s to big without you"dos "Police" e "Ana" dos "Pixies" fazem parte da banda sonora da minha vida. Se algum dia, alguém, compilar a banda sonora do JNAS, que o faça como entender, mas rogo que não coloque no lado B a classe de 80 e o "Against the Wind" porque tem a minha marca registada. Com esta fica selada a crónica anunciada de uma saída destas :Ilhas. Assim, que completar o último número de um seriado de "9 :Ilhas de Evasão"…evado-me, definitivamente, desta minha casa tomada de empréstimo e onde fui, ora cicerone, ora hóspede, como em tudo na vida. Hoje, aqui, é o primeiro dia do resto da minha vida no blog :Ilhas, mas com partida, sine die, ainda encalhada na ilha de Faustine. (entretanto e cada vez mais, por herança genética e gosto adquirido horas infindáveis de Johnny Cash)
These things you keep
You'd better throw them away
You wanna turn your back
On your soulless days
Once you were tethered
And now you are free
Once you were tethered
Well now you are free
That was the river
This is the sea!
Now if you're feelin' weary
If you've been alone too long
Maybe you've been suffering from
A few too many
Plans that have gone wrong
And you're trying to remember
How fine your life used to be
Running around banging your drum
Like it's 1973
Well that was the river
This is the sea!
Wooo!
Now you say you've got trouble
You say you've got pain
You say've got nothing left to believe in
Nothing to hold on to
Nothing to trust
Nothing but chains
You're scouring your conscience
Raking through your memories
Scouring your conscience
Raking through your memories
But that was the river
This is the sea yeah!
Now i can see you wavering
As you try to decide
You've got a war in your head
And it's tearing you up inside
You're trying to make sense
Of something that you just can't see
Trying to make sense now
And you know you once held the key
But that was the river
And this is the sea!
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah!
Now i hear there's a train
It's coming on down the line
It's yours if you hurry
You've got still enough time
And you don't need no ticket
And you don't pay no fee
No you don't need no ticket
You don't pay no fee
Because that was the river
And this is the sea!
I walked along the avenue.
I never thought I'd meet a girl like you;
Meet a girl like you.
With auburn hair and tawny eyes;
The kind of eyes that hypnotize me through;
Hypnotize me through.
And I ran, I ran so far away.
I just ran, I ran all night and day.
I couldn't get away.
A cloud appears above your head;
A beam of light comes shining down on you,
Shining down on you.
The cloud is moving nearer still.
Aurora borealis comes in view;
Aurora comes in view.
And I ran, I ran so far away.
I just ran, I ran all night and day.
I couldn't get away.
Reached out a hand to touch your face;
You're slowly disappearing from my view;
Appearing from my view.
Reached out a hand to try again;
I'm floating in a beam of light with you;
A beam of light with you.
And I ran, I ran so far away.
I just ran, I ran all night and day.
And I ran, I ran so far away.
I just ran, I couldn't get away.
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