Bangalô

Toda vez que eu ouço Atlanta do STP penso na boneca Barbie. Cresci vendo as propagandas da casa da Barbie, namorado da Barbie, cachorro da Barbie blá blá blá - sem esquecer que o slogan era "Barbie: tudo o que você quer ser".

E a Barbie tinha um tal de bangalô de praia (ou seria de férias?). O fato é que eu nunca tinha ouvido essa palavra antes e só fui ouvi-la muito tempo depois, em inglês, na música já citada:

She lives in the bungalow 



Legal que o som e a escrita são parecidos com o português. Mais legal ainda é ver a continuação:

She kills me with rose garden thorns
She waits for me
My love is unusual
It's painted with roses and thorns
With her I'm complete

She lives by the wall and waits by the door
She walks in the sun to me
She lives by the wall and waits by the door
She walks in the sun to me

Visions of Mexico seduce me
It goes to my head so carefully
Memories of candles and incense
And all of these things remember these

She lives by the wall and waits by the door
She walks in the sun to me
She lives by the wall and waits by the door
She walks in the sun to me

She comforts me when the candles blow out
The cake has grown mold but the memories are sweet
The laughter's all gone but the memories are mine
The Mexican princess is out of my life

She lives by the wall and waits by the door
She walks in the sun to me
She lives by the wall and waits by the door
She walks in the sun to me


Se Scott Welland estivesse morto, eu arriscaria dizer que este post faria com que ele se remexesse no túmulo - afinal, grunge e Barbie são dois conceitos inconciliáveis. Embora o slogan da Barbie me diga o contrário...