Evanescense

Eu não sei o que quer dizer a palavra, não há nenhum dicionário aqui no pasquim e o Google não me ajuda, só desajuda. Soa bem, soa a algo etéreo. Eu gosto da menina que canta nessa banda (já sei que é um defeito de personalidade, não é preciso comentarem mais), que vendeu milhões de cópias por esse mundo fora. Gosto dos cabelos pretos enormes até ao fim das costas, gosto dos olhos verde água, gosto dos corpetes com barbas de baleia, das botas da tropa, dos olhos pintados de negro ou de encarnado, gosto sobretudo quando ela canta esta dos Korn:

Thumbing through the pages of my fantasies
Pushing all the mercy down, down, down
I wanna see you try to take a swing at me
Come on, gonna put you on the ground, ground, ground

Why are you trying to make fun of me?
You think it's funny?
What the fuck you think it's doing to me?
You take your turn lashing out at me
I want you crying with your dirty ass in front of me

All of my hate cannot be found
I will not be drowned by your thoughtless scheming
You can try to tear me down
Beat me to the ground
I will see you screaming

Thumbing through the pages of my fantasies
I'm above you, smiling at you, drown, drown, drown
I wanna kill and rape you the way you raped me
And I'll pull the trigger
And you're down, down, down

Why are you trying to make fun of me?
You think it's funny?
What the fuck you think it's doing to me?
You take your turn lashing out at me
I want you crying with your dirty ass in front of me

All of my hate cannot be found
I will not be drowned by your thoughtless scheming
You can try to tear me down
Beat me to the ground
I will see you screaming

All my friends are gone, they died (gonna take you down)
They all screamed, and cried (gonna take you down)
I'm never forget, never forget back against the wall
Gonna take you down

All of my hate cannot be found
I will not be drowned by your thoughtless scheming
Yeah you can try to tear me down
Beat me to the ground
I will see you screaming
All of my hate cannot be found
I will not be drowned by your thoughtless scheming
So you can try to tear me down
Beat me to the ground
I will see you screaming

O Cd andava desaparecido há meses e meses.
Hoje, antes de sair, fui à prateleira, escolher a banda sonora do dia, queria um CD aparvalhadamente alegre. A escolha recaiu nos Enapá 2000. Apetecia-me ouvir "masturbação a bem da nação". Meti-o na mala que uso ininterruptamente há três natais, uma fake da Todds, que o Miguel me trouxe do Dubai. Cheguei ao Idea, abri o CD e estava lá o dos Evanescense.

Apropriado.