19 September 2010

O doamnă numită Politica îmi mănâncă zilele


Politica ar trebui să fie un instrument al intelectualilor. Din păcate ea este, tot mai des, folosită de mârlani inculţi puşi pe făcut bani. Atunci politica devine hidoasă, respingătoare, numai bună de dispreţul tuturor.

I met a big woman
With eyes of fury
And the voice
Is hard as stone

Said she'd get me
Couldn't live without me
Said she’d use her mojo bone

Wuaaaaaaaargh
She put the whammy
Whow, yes, yeaaaaaah
She put the whammy
Wuaaaaaaaargh

She put the whammy
On poor poor me

Whow, wow,
I’m walking sideways
Oh, oh, my mind
My mind’s a neutral
Ooouh, she put the evil eyeball
Dead on me, aah

I bought a shotgun
A great, big, long shotgun
I put the barrel upside of her head
I said ‘release me
Hey there, woman, release me
Or I’ll blow the moonlight
Clean through your bone, yeeeah [?]

Wuaaaaaaaargh
Whoaaarg
She put the whammy
Oh, the whammy
Yeaaheah, yeeeaheah
She put the whammy
On poor poor me
Wuaaargh, wuaaargh
I’m walking sideways,
Ooh, my mind’s a neutral

Aaaargh,
She put the evil eyeball
Dead on me, wuaargh

Moooan…
Moooan…
Moooan…
Moooan…


Screamin´ Jay Hawkins - The Whamee

No comments:

© Gheorghe Florescu, 2008 Acest site este un pamflet politic şi, uneori, cultural, trebuie deci tratat ca atare.