30 dias de (ins)piração musical - dia 3

Você achou que eu tinha falho, né? Na-na-ni-na-ni-na... é q eu sabia que a inspiração ia vir de madrugada, tipo assim no meio da balada... e veio bem punk, em um zilhão de flashes na base de vodka com suco de laranja (screwdriver) e transplantado em notinhas pra mim (ou pro meu eu sóbrio) no meu celular... entenda como algo assim bem "experimental"...

vou transcrever, mas entenda que é uma mistura de coisas que vi, que ouvi, que senti, que pensei assim na loucura da bebida... outras que saí andando pra ver as reações das pessoas, ou pra me sentir sozinho no meio da multidão... não é meu pensamento normal, e isso que achei legal... por isso, vou editar o mínimo possível (sim, eu fugi pro inglês, tentarei traduzir depois):

PUNK/GRUNGE - The Lost Colors of Every Weekend

Burn burn
Burn the images in your mind
Do it harder than you really feel
Durn harder, until it become aggression
Again

Fuckin LIBERATE it
...I'm fuckin tired...
IT just reaps out!
Violently!

Do you wanna know who cares?
Hahaha, fool,
You tought I was gonna say "nobody"
Well... no. I'm not a kid anymore

A drunk friend come up,
Honestly worried
You can trust friendship and booze
After all
At least for tonite

He wanted to fuck her
I try to cheer him up
But... suddenly...
I loose him of my mind
A girl, so close now, casually...
She smells so right...
Dances so nice...
I'm all animal again

[solo, passando animalismo, e de novo caos]

I awake from my last dreams
I'm lost again in the crowd
My day comes to my mind
My day crashes in my night
I'm all anger, it all mix up

Well... we took the shit lately
We gonna take it again
When will we NOT gonna take it anymore?
I fight so hard the feeling
Defeated by the man, enslaved
Nothing can release me
Alcohol, rock or hell
It is stronger than it all
A stronger curse

A friend say "Wassup?"
I just dismiss him
My toughts, my burden to face
Why do I fucking like this pain?
Shit richie upbringing? Spoiled?

And them, a fag friend got asked by a girl
She wanna dance with him...
Dirty dance
Nice dance
And a second girl join them
They are one body right now
Sex for those who don't fuck each other
And I'm the freak who "likes to watch"
The one who types in a mobile

All I can really focus now
More booze
I pay more booze for my friends
So they keep doing cool things near me

And Motorhead crashes a plane in my head
10.000 songs disconnects my brain
Jesus, I could marry the sound right now
Dances... girls are sex, boys are violence
I can't explain, they make me free
So I dance again
This is Vibe

[musica termina, fica lenta, como o fim da noite a da loucura]

And then, in a cold night
Still drunk
Way deaf
Lostly sad
A dead slave of the world
(I'll be an undead by monday)
I fell like an idiot again

But I never give up

So I end in a parking lot
Watching the sunshine
With wine, chocolatte and cheese