Porque a poesia deles é boa em qualquer dia da semana

(foto de Theskyiscrape.com)

Para todos os que, tal como eu, viram no Binaural o ressurgimento dos Pearl Jam em força. Mesmo que o Nothing as it seems tenha parecido, quando lançado em single, uma coisa tipo Scorpions e se tenha instalado o medo em mim mesmo antes do concerto, que esperava há anos.
Para todos os que, tal como eu, tiveram frio e calor no relvado do Restelo, onde se confirmou que as músicas eram todas boas. E para os outros todos também.


sorry is the fool who trades his soul for a corvette
thinks he'll get the girl, he'll only get the mechanic
what's missing? he's living a day he'll soon forget

that's one more time around, the sun is going down
the moon is out, but he's drunk and shouting,
putting people down he's pissing, he's living a day he'll soon forget

counts his money every morning the only thing that keeps
him horny locked in a giant house, that's alarming
the townsfolk, they all laugh

sorry is the fool who trades his love for high-rise rent
seems the more you make, equals the loneliness you get
and it's fitting, he's barely living, a day he'll soon forget

that's one more time around, there is not a sound
he's lying dead clutching benjamins, never put the money down
he's stiffening, we're all whistling
a man we'll soon forget

Soon Forget, in Binaural, 2000