You must be certain of the devil

Welcome welcome welcome
welcome to the Holy Day
brother brother brother
sister sister sister
you must be certain of the Devil
on the Holy Day
You must be certain on the Holy Day

The flies are coming, mother
and the end of the day
The flies are coming, daddy
to steal my soul away
The flies are coming, sister
don't run away with me
Welcome to the Holy Day
Welcome to the Holy Day

You must be certain of the Devil
because he knows your name
You must be certain of the Devil
because he's counting on your shame
You must be certain of the Devil
because he's master of the game
You must be certain of the Devil right now

It's time to take sides
don't wait up for nobody
It's time to realize
there's no victim but the willing

It's time to recognize
no one waits for the dead man
No one waits but the Lord of the Flies

You must be certain of the Devil
because he knows your name
You must be certain of the Devil
because he's counting on your shame
You must be certain of the Devil
or you'll lose your aim
You must be certain of the Devil right now.

Deliver me from mine enemies, O my God:
defend me from them that rise up against me.
Deliver me from the workers of iniquity,
and save me from bloody men.

Be not merciful to the wicked transgressors:
They run and prepare themselves without
my fault: awake to help me and behold:
They belch out with their mouths: swords
are in their lips: for who, say they, doth hear?

But thou, O Lord, shall laugh at them.
The God of my mercy shall let me see
my desire upon mine enemies.

And at evening let them return, and let
them make a noise like a dog, and go round
about the city, let them walk up and down
for meat, and grudge if they be not satisfied.

Because of his strength I will wait upon thee:
for God is my defense. Scatter them by thy power and break
their teeth, O God, in their mouth:
BREAK OUT THE GREAT TEETH OF THE YOUNG LIONS, O LORD,
AND WHEN HE BENDETH HIS BOW TO SHOOT
HIS ARROWS, LET THEM BE CUT AS IN PEACES!
Bring them down, O Lord, our Shield.


You must be certain of the Devil
because he knows your name
You must be certain of the Devil
because he's counting on your shame
You must be certain of the Devil
because he's certain of you
You must be certain of the Devil
right now.

The good man is present on the Holy Day
The good man is ready on the Holy Day
The good man is steady on the Holy Day
Welcome to the Holy Day.

The key to the city
is to the man who doesn't run
The key to the city
is to the man who takes a gun
The key to the city
is to the man who keeps his friend
and to the man who doesn't leave him till the end.

The road to the city is paved in desolation
The road to the city is paved in tribulation
The road to the city is paved in desperation
Welcome to the Holy Day.

The road to the city is paved in resignation
The road to the city is paved in desertion
The road to the city is paved in devotion

Welcome to the Holy Day.
Welcome to the Holy Day.

Nu dominical

Terry Richardson

When you hear sweet syncopation
And the music softly moans
'T ain't no sin to take off your skin
And dance around in your bones

Os Bad Seeds

Peter Franck

Quem pelo fogo

in Nova Typis Transacta Navigatio (1621), Caspar Plautius

And who by fire,
who by water,
who in the sunshine,
who in the night time,
who by high ordeal,
who by common trial,
who in your merry merry month of may,
who by very slow decay,
and who shall I say is calling?

And who in her lonely slip,
who by barbiturate,
who in these realms of love,
who by something blunt,
who by avalanche,
who by powder,
who for his greed,
who for his hunger,
and who shall I say is calling?

And who by brave assent,
who by accident,
who in solitude,
who in this mirror,
who by his lady's command,
who by his own hand,
who in mortal chains,
who in power,
and who shall I say is calling?

Nu dominical

Dave Cooper

Ph'nglui mglw'nafhta Cthulhu R'lyeh wgah'nalga phutang!*

Jason Cantoro

* Na disco em R'lyeh, a morta Cthulhu espera dançando!

Do volume apócrifo lovecraftiano O novo chamamento de Cthulhu

Goddam, I have to dance!

I'd rather be your enemy than hear you call me friend

Mas sem rancor.

Alice explicada às crianças

Mike Jacobsen (2010)

Blogonovela

Letra d'O Divino Marquês (1991).

O Divino Marquês:

O Quebra-Nozes, Gennady Spirin

A jovem Clotilde:

autor desconhecido

A Sra. de Noronha e Vaz:

Gilles Berquet

A Madre Superiora:

Helmut Newton

Tarantino, versão Lux Interior

Quentin Tarantino, Jean-Baptiste Mondino

Tom Waits

Tom Waits, Jean-Baptiste Mondino

Revendo o post aí em baixo com o Tibet e o Olga, lembrei-me como, há uns anos, fiquei uns tempos sem conseguir ouvir Tom Waits depois de um amigo ter-lhe chamado Joe Cocker. Custou a sair do sistema, essa.

A mesma música no Letterman e uma curta entrevista:

Separados à nascença

Um, saturnino...

David Tibet (Current 93)

... o outro, parvo.

Olga (Toy Dolls)

Fuck the motherfucker

Fuck the motherfucker (2010), Tim Minchin + Fraser Davidson

Fuck the motherfucker, fuck the motherfucker,
Fuck the motherfucker, he's a fucking motherfucker.
Fuck the motherfucker, fuck the fucking fucker,
Fuck the motherfucker, he's a total fucking fucker
Fuck the motherfucker, fuck the motherfucker,
Fuck the motherfucker, fuck him, fuck the motherfucker.
Fuck the motherfucker, fuck the motherfucking pope.

Fuck the motherfucker, and fuck you motherfucker
If you think that motherfucker is sacred.
If you cover for another motherfucker who's a kiddy-fucker,
Fuck you, you're no better than the motherfucking rapist.
And if you don't like the swearing that this motherfucker forced from me
And reckon it shows moral or intellectual paucity
Then fuck you motherfucker, this is language one employs
When one is fucking cross about fuckers fucking boys

I don't give a fuck if calling the pope a motherfucker
Means you unthinkingly brand me an unthinking apostate.
This has nowt to do with other fucking godly motherfuckers
I'm not interested right now in fucking scriptural debate.
There are other fucking songs and there are other fucking ways,
I'll be a religious apologist on other fucking days,
But the fact remains if you protect a single kiddy fucker
Then Pope or Prince or Plumber, you're a fucking mother fucker.

You see, I don't give a fuck what any other motherfucker
Believes about Jesus and his motherfucking mother.
I've no problem with the spiritual beliefs of all these fuckers
While those beliefs don't impact on the happiness of others,
But if you build your church on claims of fucking moral authority
And with threats of hell impose it on others in society,
Then you, you motherfuckers, can expect some fucking wrath
When it turns out you've been fucking us in our motherfucking asses.

So fuck the motherfucker, and fuck you motherfucker
If you're still a motherfucking papist.
If he covered for a single motherfucker who's a kiddy-fucker,
Fuck the motherfucker, he's as evil as the rapist.
And if you look into your motherfucking heart and tell me true
If this motherfucking stupid fucking song offended you,
With its filthy fucking language and its fucking disrespect,
If it made you feel angry, go ahead and write a letter,
But if you find me more offensive than the fucking possibility
The pope protected priests when they were getting fucking fiddly
Then listen to me motherfucker — this here is a fact —,
You are just as morally misguided as that motherfucking,
Power-hungry, self-aggrandized bigot in the stupid fucking hat.

Entretanto, entre nós, parece que o problema é a distribuição de preservativos que vai ocorrer durante os discursos/homilias/what not do Herr Joseph Ratzinger.

Do bom gosto, vasta cultura e subtil sentido de humor do autor deste blogue

Antoine Bernhart

I'm taking a ride
With my best friend
I hope he never lets me down again
He knows where he's taking me
Taking me where I want to be
I'm taking a ride
With my best friend

We're flying high
We're watching the world pass us by
Never want to come down
Never want to put my feet back down
On the ground

I'm taking a ride
With my best friend
I hope he never lets me down again
Promises me I'm as safe as houses
As long as I remember who's wearing the trousers
I hope he never lets me down again

We're flying high
We're watching the world pass us by
Never want to come down
Never want to put my feet back down
On the ground

Never let me down

See the stars they're shining bright
Everything's alright tonight

Carne

The Angel of Meat (1998), Mark Ryden

Heifer whines could be human cries
Closer comes the screaming knife
This beautiful creature must die
This beautiful creature must die
A death for no reason
And death for no reason is murder

And the flesh you so fancifully fry
Is not succulent, tasty or kind
It's death for no reason
And death for no reason is murder

And the calf that you carve with a smile
is murder
And the turkey you festively slice
is murder
Do you know how animals die?

Kitchen aromas aren't very homely
It's not comforting, cheery or kind
It's sizzling blood
And the unholy stench of murder

It's not natural, normal or kind
The flesh you so fancifully fry
The meat in your mouth
As you savor the flavor of murder

No, no, no, it is murder
No, no, no, it is murder
Oh and who hears when animals cry?

Isto está-me a dar fome.

Nu dominical

Anakronism, RERO

A música de Schubert também é, aqui, em relação aos personagens da foto, um anacronismo.

Gilles Berquet

The Daily Mail

The Daily Mail Song (2010), Dan & Dan

visto aqui.

Abraão revisitado

I'm going to die with no tears in my eyes 'cause
God digs my daddy!

His enemies died when he lifted his knife
And said "Please let me win and I'll send you a life"
So soon I will be burning for my
Soon I will be burning for my daddy

I'm ready to die but it seems to be odd
That bleeding is better than breathing to God
But soon I will be burning for my
Soon I will be burning for my daddy

God digs my daddy!

Aqui, a versão do Woody Allen.

Leigh Barbier

Adenda: Todos estes anos pensei que esta música fosse sobre Abraão e o seu filho, e, afinal, é antes sobre isto. Resumindo: Jefté massacra tudo o que mexe com o auxílio Dele, prometendo, como contrapartida, sacrificar o primeiro infeliz que saia de sua casa (a de Jefté) em direcção a si. Calhou ser a própria filha (calculo que ele esperasse que fosse um escravo ou a sogra, daí o desprendimento da oferta), que compreende e aceita a situação, pedindo ao pai simplesmente que permita que ela vá dois meses para as colinas com as amigas lamentar a sua virgindade. O texto acrescenta que ela de facto regressa virgem, o que torna a história ainda mais inverosímil.

Ainda outra adenda (palavra que enrola na boca): A bem dizer, a frase "Please let me win and I'll send you a life" não faria sentido com Abraão. Pois é.