Preaching From A Chair

E de repente, a letra de uma música que conheço há anos 'bateu-me'.:) A princípio pensei em não a colocar aqui por ser demasiado grande e eventualmente aborrecido ver tanta letra e ainda por cima em estrangeiro. Mas depois lembrei-me da minha intenção e do meu primeiro post. Continuando este "sítio" a ser o repositor do que me toca, uma caderneta para os mais variados cromos, aqui fica mais um, como sempre, para EU ver. Se alguém mais o vir ou sequer se der ao trabalho de ler, melhor ainda. Mas o verdadeiro objectivo já está atingido......

"Preaching From a Chair", dos britânicos Thunder. Uma grande banda de rock, com letras excepcionais. Esta é dedicada a uma situação especial no mundo da música, principalmente à época em que foi escrita, nos anos 90..........mas, como sempre, e ainda bem, cada um lê como quer e extrai as lições e os conhecimentos que lhe aprouver. Honestidade, ser verdadeiro consigo próprio, viver descansado, sem 'prisões' idiotas, sem ceder a quem se limita a pregar e a dizer como se deve viver.....pregar duma cadeira é sempre fácil.....

Preaching From A Chair

I'm sorry I don't hate the world
I'm afraid that I'm not disturbed
I'm sorry that I don't do drugs, I hope you understand
I can't talk about my life in hell
Or a suicide attempt that didn't go well
No life of crime, no misery, what you see is what you get
And I don't believe in dwelling on the darker side
There's enough bad news on the television every night
So I don't need some little punk who's the latest star
Telling me over and over again
Life's such a drag when you're in a band
What is it coming to when everyone's talking through their hat
And we've heard it all before
What happened to honesty? The way that it looks at me
Is everybody's in it trying to get somewhere
And trying to justify it, preaching from a chair

Please forgive me if the clothes ain't right
I wouldn't want you hanging with an uncool guy
No flannel shirt and no tattoos, maybe I should grow a beard ?
Don't you tell me what I oughta think
Which cigarettes to smoke, and what I oughta drink
Don't judge me by the way I look cos the clothes don't make the man

I'm not about to be a slave to a book of rules
Don't wanna spend my life trying to be somebody else
I'd be wrong to believe in every word that I ever read
You can't fool all the people all of the time
And one man's opinion's another man's lie

The makers of taste will be patronising you and me forever
And it's always been the same
You'll enter the twilight zone if you don't keep your mind your own
I shouldn't let it get to me but I don't care
I can't stomach bullshit, when it's preaching from a chair

I'm sorry that I like the sun
I'm sorry to say I don't wanna own a gun
Cos if my number's up that's alright, sometime we all got to go
So many versions of the world outside
Reality is getting hard to find
So many people with an axe to grind
It's hard to know who to believe
Don't lecture me, until you know what the truth is
Take a good look inside you criticise everyone else
Your jealousy ain't enough of a reason
To justify telling me where I went wrong
So don't try to do it
Cos all you ever do is sing the same old song
And no one wants to hear
Preaching from a chair

Morley