Wednesday, April 18, 2007

Tell me, why? I don't like Mondays!

Um massacre numa universidade americana, resultou em mais de trinta mortos. Mais um, diz-se, porque já vamos ficando indiferentes. Ouvi mesmo um comentador dizer que aquela era uma escola com um plano anti-terrorismo, que se não conseguiu evitar um ataque isolado não teria resistido a um ataque terrorista, que as pessoas têm tendência a ir esquecendo as coisas (como o 11 de Setembro) e não a tirar lições delas, blá, blá, blá...

Eu fico sempre a pensar o que é que teria passado pela cabeça daquelas pessoas que acordam um dia e massacram dezenas de pessoas. E nos pais delas, que, aposto, quando elas nasceram não pensavam que esse era o seu destino. E lembro-me sempre da música dos Boomtown Rats, a banda de Bob Geldof, que é sobre uma rapariga de dezasseis anos que, numa segunda-feira, alvejou os alunos de uma escola primária. Quando lhe perguntaram porquê, respondeu "I don't like Mondays".

I don't like Mondays - Boomtown Rats

"The silicon chip inside her head
Gets switched to overload.
And nobody's gonna go to school today,
She's going to make them stay at home.
And daddy doesn't understand it,
He always said she was as good as gold.
And he can see no reason
'Cause there are no reasons
What reason do you need to be shown?

Tell me why?
I don't like Mondays.
Tell me why?
I don't like Mondays.
Tell me why?
I don't like Mondays.
I want to shoot
The whole day down.

The telex machine is kept so clean
As it types to a waiting world.
And mother feels so shocked,
Father's world is rocked,
And their thoughts turn to
Their own little girl.
Sweet 16 ain't so peachy keen,
No, it ain't so neat to admit defeat.
They can see no reasons
'Cause there are no reasons
What reason do you need to be shown?

Tell me why?
I don't like Mondays.
Tell me why?
I don't like Mondays.
Tell me why?
I don't like Mondays.
I want to shoot
The whole day down.

All the playing's stopped in the playground now
She wants to play with her toys a while.
And school's out early and soon we'll be learning
And the lesson today is how to die.
And then the bullhorn crackles,
And the captain crackles,
With the problems and the how's and why's.
And he can see no reasons
'Cause there are no reasons
What reason do you need to die?

Tell me why?
I don't like Mondays.
Tell me why?
I don't like Mondays.
Tell me why?
I don't like Mondays.
I want to shoot
The whole day down."

2 comments:

papalagui said...

Ando a passar "Bowling for Columbine" aos meus alunos a propósito do massacre. Impressionante. Queria seleccionar um texto para lhes dar mas nem consegui, de repente, senti que estava a aproveitar a notícia e que era um desrespeito pelas vítimas. Pancas...

Chailyn said...

Good words.