tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-976517716438817822.post3898254764795840911..comments2023-04-20T18:09:38.732+01:00Comments on Escolha musical do dia: Genesis - "Harold The Barrel"Nuno Bentohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04561648154310690133noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-976517716438817822.post-5093761058158636022013-06-10T17:05:55.356+01:002013-06-10T17:05:55.356+01:00Lol, que cena!! :D mesmo à Peter Gabriel sim! Fez-...Lol, que cena!! :D mesmo à Peter Gabriel sim! Fez-me lembrar aquele teu post sobre a escrita dele no "The Lamb Lies Down on Broadway" :)R.https://www.blogger.com/profile/03342788820175651774noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-976517716438817822.post-46032978900441517882013-06-10T16:44:21.148+01:002013-06-10T16:44:21.148+01:00Essa parte é clássica escrita surreal do Peter Gab...Essa parte é clássica escrita surreal do Peter Gabriel :)<br />Não há dúvida que, sem ele, os Genesis perderam irremediavelmente essa componente na sua música. Na contracapa do álbum ao vivo "Genesis Live" (gravado na digressão do "Foxtrot"), ele mandou-se com esta:<br /><br /><i>4:30 p.m. The tube train draws to a halt. There is no station in sight. Anxious glances dart around amongst the passengers as they acknowledge each other’s presence for the first time.<br /><br />At the end of the train, a young lady in a green trouser suit stands up in the centre of the carriage and proceeds to unbutton her jacket, which she removes and drops to the dirty wooden floor. She also takes off her shoes, her trousers, her blouse, her brassiere, her tights and her floral panties, dropping them all in a neat pile. This leaves her totally naked.<br /><br />She then moves her hands across her thighs and begins to fiddle around in between her legs. Eventually, she catches hold of something cold and metallic and very slowly, she starts to unzip her body; working in a straight line up the stomach, between the breasts, up the neck, taking it right on through the centre of her face to her forehead. Her fingers probe up and down the resulting slit finally coming to rest on either side of her navel. She pauses for a moment, before meticulously working her flesh apart. Slipping her right hand into the open gash, she pushes up through her throat, latching on to some buried solid at the top of her spine. With tremendous effort, she loosens and pulls out a thin, shimmering, golden rod. Her fingers release their grip and her crumbled body, neatly sliced, slithers down the liquid surface of the rod to the floor.<br /><br />SPLAT!<br /><br />The rod remains hovering just off the ground, a flagpole without flag.<br />The other passengers have been totally silent, but at the sound of the body dropping on the floor a large middle-aged lady wearing a pink dress and matching poodle stands up and shouts, “STOP THIS, ITS DISGUSTING!”<br /><br />The golden rod disappeared; the green trouser-suit was left on a hanger with a dry-cleaning ticket pinned to the left arm. On the ticket was written-<br /><br />NAME…………………………….<br />ADDRESS………………………<br />…………………………………….<br />…………………………………….<br />……………………………………."</i><br /><br />Classic Gabriel :)Nuno Bentohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04561648154310690133noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-976517716438817822.post-37273138773251655872013-06-10T16:31:28.519+01:002013-06-10T16:31:28.519+01:00Eu gosto particularmente da parte: "Harold th...Eu gosto particularmente da parte: "Harold the Barrel cut off his toes and he served them all for tea." lol<br /><br />É sempre engraçado redescobrir músicas que já conhecemos mas nunca demos muita atenção à letra :)R.https://www.blogger.com/profile/03342788820175651774noreply@blogger.com