O Superman

O Superman.
O judge.
O Mom and Dad.
Mom and Dad.

Hi. I’m not home right now.
But if you want to leave a message, just start talking at the sound of the tone.
Hello? This is your Mother. Are you there? Are you coming home?
Hello? Is anybody home?
Well, you don’t know me, but I know you.
And I’ve got a message to give to you.
Here come the planes.
So you better get ready.
Ready to go.
You can come as you are, but pay as you go.
Pay as you go.

And I said: OK. Who is this really?
And the voice said:
This is the hand, the hand that takes.
This is the hand, the hand that takes.
This is the hand, the hand that takes.
Here come the planes.
They’re American planes. Made in America.
Smoking or non-smoking?
And the voice said:
Neither snow nor rain nor gloom of night shall stay these couriers
from the swift completion of their appointed rounds.

‘Cause when love is gone, there’s always justice.
And when justice is gone, there’s always force.
And when force is gone, there’s always Mom. Hi Mom!

So hold me, Mom, in your long arms.
So hold me, Mom, in your long arms.
In your automatic arms.
Your electronic arms.
In your arms.
So hold me, Mom, in your long arms.
Your petrochemical arms.
Your military arms.
In your electronic arms.

Laurie Anderson explica porque as pessoas, tontas, têm medo do anarquismo. A mais do que clássica O Superman, do álbum Big Science, de 1982. Vi Laurie ao vivo no Canecão, no Projeto Tucano Artes (que também trouxe o magnífico e querido The Fall), em 1989. Eu tinha dezenove anos e a mistura de performance, samples e sintetizadores da atual sra. Lou Reed foi bem impressionante (faltariam ainda uns dois ou três anos para que Anderson ficasse datada, o que inevitavelmente aconteceu com a chegada dos anos 90. Mas O Superman é impressionante.

Por falar em anarquismo, Pacha e seu brilhantismo usual me apontam a direção do anarco-taoísmo. How fucking cool is that? Anarco-taoísmo. É apenas genial.

“Welcome to the terrordome”.

O Superman.
O judge.
O Mom and Dad.
Mom and Dad.

Hi. I’m not home right now.
But if you want to leave a message, just start talking at the sound of the tone.
Hello? This is your Mother. Are you there? Are you coming home?
Hello? Is anybody home?
Well, you don’t know me, but I know you.
And I’ve got a message to give to you.
Here come the planes.
So you better get ready.
Ready to go.
You can come as you are, but pay as you go.
Pay as you go.

And I said: OK. Who is this really?
And the voice said:
This is the hand, the hand that takes.
This is the hand, the hand that takes.
This is the hand, the hand that takes.
Here come the planes.
They’re American planes. Made in America.
Smoking or non-smoking?
And the voice said:
Neither snow nor rain nor gloom of night shall stay these couriers
from the swift completion of their appointed rounds.

‘Cause when love is gone, there’s always justice.
And when justice is gone, there’s always force.
And when force is gone, there’s always Mom. Hi Mom!

So hold me, Mom, in your long arms.
So hold me, Mom, in your long arms.
In your automatic arms.
Your electronic arms.
In your arms.
So hold me, Mom, in your long arms.
Your petrochemical arms.
Your military arms.
In your electronic arms.

Laurie Anderson explica porque as pessoas, tontas, têm medo do anarquismo. A mais do que clássica O Superman, do álbum Big Science, de 1982. Vi Laurie ao vivo no Canecão, no Projeto Tucano Artes (que também trouxe o magnífico e querido The Fall), em 1989. Eu tinha dezenove anos e a mistura de performance, samples e sintetizadores da atual sra. Lou Reed foi bem impressionante (faltariam ainda uns dois ou três anos para que Anderson ficasse datada, o que inevitavelmente aconteceu com a chegada dos anos 90. Mas O Superman é impressionante.

Por falar em anarquismo, Pacha e seu brilhantismo usual me apontam a direção do anarco-taoísmo. How fucking cool is that? Anarco-taoísmo. É apenas genial.

“Welcome to the terrordome”.

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