quinta-feira, 28 de setembro de 2023

Nick Cave, só porque sim




Red Right Hand, do álbum Let Love In, editado em !994
Verdadeiramente nunca há um motivo para explicar porque um determinado tema de Nick Cave mexe connosco ou porque gostamos dele.
É só porque sim. Porque fala connosco. E é isto.

Fica a curiosidade de o título da canção simbolizar o castigo divino, uma ameaça sempre presente, ou até como já sugerido, a mão de Satanás. 
Para quem segue séries poderá reconhecer esta canção em duas que se tornaram de culto: a série, já longínqua no tempo, X-Files de 1993 e outra, bem mais recente, de nome Peaky Blinders.









Take a little walk to the edge of town 
and go across the tracks 
Where the viaduct looms, 
like a bird of doom 
As it shifts and cracks 
Where secrets lie in the border fires, 
in the humming wires 
Hey man, you know 
you're never coming back 
Past the square, past the bridge, 
past the mills, past the stacks 
On a gathering storm comes 
a tall handsome man 
in a dusty black coat with 
a red right hand 

He'll wrap you in his arms, 
tell you that you've been a good boy 
He'll rekindle all the dreams 
it took you a lifetime to destroy 
He'll reach deep into the hole, 
heal your shrinking soul, 
but there won't be a single thing 
that you can do 
He's a god, he's a man, 
he's a ghost, he's a guru 
They're whispering his name 
through this disappearing land 
But hidden in his coat 
is a red right hand 

You don't have no money? 
He'll get you some 
You don't have no car? 
He'll get you one 
You don't have no self-respect, 
you feel like an insect 
Well don't you worry buddy, 
'cause here he comes 
Through the ghettos and the barrio 
and the bowery and the slum 
A shadow is cast wherever he stands 
Stacks of green paper in his
red right hand 

You'll see him in your nightmares, 
you'll see him in your dreams 
He'll appear out of nowhere 
but he ain't what he seems 
You'll see him in your head, 
on the TV screen 
And hey buddy, I'm warning you to turn it off 
He's a ghost, he's a god, 
he's a man, he's a guru 
You're one microscopic cog 
in his catastrophic plan 
Designed and directed by his 
red right hand