"I'll see what I can do"

Estava-se em 1995 quando isto saiu. Eu era uma pequena criança. Tinha 12. Provavelmente nessa altura ouvia 4 non blondes e Guns n Roses. Estava na moda ouvir Nirvana também. E Pearl Jam, e Smashing Pumpkins. Os bons anos do grunge vividos por uma criança de 12 anos que não percebia nada daquilo. Felizmente alguma malta ainda me conseguiu pôr a ouvir Oasis, e James, e Blur e Suede. Coisas boas, inglesas, como geralmente as coisas boas são. Infelizmente não cheguei tão longe como Pulp e só tive o êxtase que estou a ter agora em 2007, precisamente desde ontem até hoje. Nem saí de casa, para não parar de ouvir isto. (Claramente está aqui um pequeno desiquilíbrio mental, que vai ser corrigido já a partir de amanhã). Seja como for, Pulp e Common People, porque a América Central já lá vai e agora há que esgueirar-se, lentamente, como um olhar indiscrecto, pelos corredores anónimos das grandes cidades.

P.S. para o leitor desatento: a música é óptima, a letra é genial, mas o que é mesmo mesmo como saltar à corda, é ouvir a música e olhar para a letra ao mesmo tempo.



She came from Greece she had a thirst for knowledge
she studied sculpture at St Martin's college
that's where I
caught her eye
She told me that her Dad was loaded
I said "In that case I'll have rum and coca-cola."
she said "Fine,"
and then in thirty seconds time she said
"I want to live like common people
I want to do whatever common people do
I want to sleep with common people
I want to sleep with common people like you."
or what else could I do?
I said "I'll see what I can do."

I took her to a supermarket
I don't know why, but I had to start it somewhere
so it started there
I said "Pretend you've got no money."
but she just laughed an said "Oh you're so funny."
I said "Yeah?
Well I can't see anyone else smiling in here
Are you sure?
Are you sure you want to live like common people
you want to see whatever common people see
you want to sleep with common people
you want to sleep with common people like me?"
But she didn't understand
she just smiled and held my hand

Rent a flat above a shop
cut your hair and get a job
Smoke some fags and play some pool
pretend you never went to school
But still you'll never get it right
`cos when you're laid in bed at night
watching roaches climb the wall
if you called your Dad he could stop it all
Yeah
You'll never live like common people
you'll never do what common people do
you'll never fail like common people
you'll never watch your life slide out of view
and then dance, and drink, and screw
because there's nothing else to do

Sing along with the common people
sing along and it might just get you through
Laugh along with the common people
laugh along even though they're laughing at you
and the stupid things that you do
because you think that poor is cool

Like a dog lying in a corner
they will bite and never warn you
Look out
they'll tear your insides out
`cos everybody hates a tourist
especially one who thinks it's
all such a laugh
yeah and the chip stain's grease will come out in the bath
You will never understand
how it feels to live your life
with no meaning or control
and with nowhere else to go
You are amazed that they exist
and they burn so bright whilst you can only wonder why

Rent a flat above a shop
cut your hair and get a job
Smoke some fags and play some pool
pretend you never went to school
But still you'll never get it right
`cos when you're laid in bed at night
watching roaches climb the wall
if you called your Dad he could stop it all
You'll never live like common people
you'll never do what common people do
you'll never fail like common people
you'll never watch your life slide out of view
and dance, and drink, and screw
because there's nothing else to do

I want to live with common people like you
I want to live with common people like you
I want to live with common people like you
I want to live with common people like you
I want to live with common people like you
I want to live with common people like you
I want to live with common people like you
I want to live with common people like you
Aa-aa-ah la la la la...
Oh yeah.

P.P.S.: Afinal acho que amanhã também não vou sair de casa