Friday, November 11, 2016

A persistência de Cohen



Aqui a postagem que escreveria antes de saber de sua partida.

Em tempos verdadeiramente sombrios, em que leio, escuto e vejo coisas que nunca pensara (eu tinha mais ou menos 18 quando a ditadura por aqui acabou; eu pensava então que combater ditadura e tortura, por exemplo, fosse já algo ultrapassado, pois NINGUÉM poderia defender coisas assim), ocorre-me o quão atuais são as canções de Leonard Cohen, cito o álbum New Skin for the Old Ceremony. Atuais as canções políticas, atuais as canções de protesto, atuais também as canções de amor, nada mais político que um casal.

Coisas como "There is a war" e "A singer must die". 

Embora Leonard seja visceralmente um singer-songwriter, neste álbum sua obra dá um passo significativo em termos de produção, ao incluir um naipe de outros instrumentos. Mas tudo é muito sutil, minimalista, recomendo o uso de fones de ouvido. Em "There's a War", o lindo trabalho de percussão, uma única nota no piano, e coisa como um serrote. Em "A singer", o lindo arranjo para cordas e metais  (a sutileza para não estragar como fizeram com Nick Drake : é um pizzicato aqui, um trombone em sotto voce ali.)

E as letras.

There is a war between the rich and poor,
a war between the man and the woman.
There is a war between the ones who say there is a war
and the ones who say there isn't.
Why don't you come on back to the war, that's right, get in it,
why don't you come on back to the war, it's just beginning.

Well I live here with a woman and a child,
the situation makes me kind of nervous.
Yes, I rise up from her arms, she says "I guess you call this love";
I call it service.

Why don't you come on back to the war, don't be a tourist,
why don't you come on back to the war, before it hurts us,
why don't you come on back to the war, let's all get nervous.

You cannot stand what I've become,
you much prefer the gentleman I was before.
I was so easy to defeat, I was so easy to control,
I didn't even know there was a war.

Why don't you come on back to the war, don't be embarrassed,
why don't you come on back to the war, you can still get married.

There is a war between the rich and poor,
a war between the man and the woman.
There is a war between the left and right,
a war between the black and white,
a war between the odd and the even.

Why don't you come on back to the war, pick up your tiny burden,
why don't you come on back to the war, let's all get even,
why don't you come on back to the war, can't you hear me speaking?

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Now the courtroom is quiet, but who will confess.
Is it true you betrayed us? The answer is Yes.
Then read me the list of the crimes that are mine,
I will ask for the mercy that you love to decline.
And all the ladies go moist, and the judge has no choice,
a singer must die for the lie in his voice.
And I thank you, I thank you for doing your duty,
you keepers of truth, you guardians of beauty.
Your vision is right, my vision is wrong,
I'm sorry for smudging the air with my song.

Oh, the night it is thick, my defences are hid
in the clothes of a woman I would like to forgive,
in the rings of her silk, in the hinge of her thighs,
where I have to go begging in beauty's disguise.
Oh goodnight, goodnight, my night after night,
my night after night, after night, after night, after night, after night.

I am so afraid that I listen to you,
your sun glassed protectors they do that to you.
It's their ways to detain, their ways to disgrace,
their knee in your balls and their fist in your face.
Yes and long live the state by whoever it's made,
sir, I didn't see nothing, I was just getting home late.

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