The laws of chance, strange as it seems,
Take us exactly where we most likely need to be
[David Byrne]

sexta-feira, 12 de outubro de 2007

Uma música

Que melhor banda sonora para uma pequena incursão pela América do que o hino “Rockstar” dos Nickelback, com este vídeo* pejado de vistas de Chicago. Fica uma transcrição parcial da letra:

I want a brand new house
On an episode of Cribs
And a bathroom I can play baseball in
And a king size tub big enough
For ten plus me
(Yea, So what you need)

I need a credit card that's got no limit
And a big black jet with a bedroom in it
Gonna join the mile high club
At thirty-seven thousand feet
(Been there done that)

I want a new tour bus full of old guitars
My own star on Hollywood Boulevard
Somewhere between Cher and
James Dean is fine for me
(So how you gonna do it?)

I'm gonna trade this life for fortune and fame
I'd even cut my hair and change my name

'Cause we all just wanna be big rockstars and
Live in hilltop houses driving fifteen cars
The girls come easy and the drugs come cheap
We'll all stay skinny as we just won't eat
And we'll hang out in the coolest bars
In the VIP with the movie stars
Every good gold digger's
Gonna wind up there
Every Playboy bunny
With her bleach blonde hair
And well...

*Trata-se de uma versão censurada em que as palavras cortadas são 'drugs', 'asshole', 'ass', 'drug dealer' e 'pills'.