21 março, 2011

They don't compare

Tanto para dizer, tanta falta de vontade para escrever. O que fazer nestes casos? Colocar uma musiquinha, é claro.

E, olha! Alguém que gosta tanto da sociedade quanto eu.
(e porquê este vídeo quando existem outros melhores pelo youtube? Porque eu não estive nos outros. Estive neste, e na primeira fila):



They don't eat, don't sleep
They don't feed, they don't seethe
Bare their gums when they moan and squeak
Lick the dirt off a larger one's feet
They don't push, don't crowd
Congregate until they're much too loud
Fuck to procreate till they are dead
Drink the blood of their so called best friend

They don't scurry when something bigger comes their way
Don't pack themselves together and run as one
Don't shit where they're not supposed to
Don't take what's not theirs, they don't compare

They don't scam, don't fight
Don't oppress an equals given rights
Starve the poor so they can be well fed
Line their holes with the dead ones bread

They don't scurry when something bigger comes their way
Don't pack themselves together and run as one
Don't shit where they're not supposed to
Don't take what's not theirs, they don't compare...

They don't scurry when something bigger comes their way
Don't pack themselves together and run as one
Don't shit where they're not supposed to
Don't take what's not theirs... they don't compare...
Rats...they don't compare
Rats...they don't compare

Ben, the two of us need look no more...

2 comentários:

Marta Costa disse...

:) Eu poria uma Rats de Londres'09. E tu também lá estiveste. ;)

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Amanhã já é Páscoa?! :)

Litera Rock disse...

Parabéns pelo blog!
Se faltou a vontade de escrever, sobrou o bom gosto para a música!