Tarde da noite, na rua em que cresci...

Fui ao meu país natal e cidade onde nasci, passar o natal e o ano novo. Voltei com 4 pontos no lábio superior e um dente partido. Mas isso é outra história.
Voltar à sua cidade natal, voltar aquela mentalidade e aquelas pessoas que quase lhe arrancaram a sanidade mental (ou a vida) é sempre uma coisa muito forte. Você era diferente, "muito" diferente e não pertencia aquele lugar. Você usava roupas punk e cortes de cabelos estranhos e ouvia músicas mais estranhas ainda... Há duas músicas que retratam muito bem este sentimento: uma é do Morrissey, do primeiro álbum à solo "Viva Hate", chamada "Late Night, Maudlin Street" ( sim, sou um fã confesso e até acho que muitas coisas do seu trabalho a solo são até melhores que algumas coisas dos Smiths) e a outra é de um gajo chamado Jimmy Sommerville, que cantava na banda Bronski Beat (uma das primeiras com um ativismo gay muito forte), que apesar de não ser "my cup of tea", canta esta coisa belíssima que se chama "Smalltown boy", do álbum "The age of consent"...

"Late Night, Maudlin Street "
Morrissey


Winter coming
Winter push on
(push on)
Oh, winter push on

Winter is so long
Winter moves on

The last night on Maudlin Street
Goodbye house, goodbye stairs
I was born here
And I was raised here, and
...I took some stick here

Love at first sight
It may sound trite
But it's true, you know
I could list the detail
Of everything you ever wore or said
Or how you stood the day
As we spent the last night
On Maudlin Street
"Goodbye house, forever!"
I never stole a happy hour
Around here

Where the world's ugliest boy
Became what you see
Here I am - the ugliest man
Oh, the last night on Maudlin Street
Truly I do love you
Oh, truly I do love you

When I sleep
With that picture of you framed beside my bed
Oh, it's childish and it's silly
But I think it's you in my room, by the bed
(...yes, I told you it was silly...)

And I know
I took strange pills
But I never meant to hurt you
Oh, truly I love you
Came home late one night
Everyone had gone to bed
But, you know
No-one stays up for you
I had sixteen stitches
All around my head

Oh, the last bus I missed to Maudlin Street
So he drove me home in the Van
Complaining, "Women only like me for my mind..."
Don't leave your torch behind
A powercut ahead; 1972, you know

And so we crept through the park
No, I cannot steal a pair of jeans off a clothesline
For you
But you ... without clothes
Oh, I could not keep a straight face
Me - without clothes ?
Well, a nation turns its back and gags...
I'm packed

I am moving house
A half-life disappears today
With "every hag waves me on"
(secretly wishing me gone)
Well, I will be soon
Ooh, I will be soon
I will be soon
I will be soon
Will be soon, I will be soon
Mmm ... I will be soon, I will be soon

There were bad times on Maudlin Street
They took you away in a police car
Inspector - don't you know ?
Don't you care ?
Don't you know - about Love ?

Your gran died
And your mother died
On Maudlin Street
In pain, and ashamed
With never time to say
those special things ... oh
I took the key from Maudlin Street
Well, it's only bricks and mortar !
Oh, oh, truly I love you
Oh, wherever you are
Wherever you are
Wherever you are
I hope you're singing now
Oh, I do hope
I hope you're singing now

"Smalltown boy"
Jimmy Sommerville

You leave in the morning
With everything you own
In a little black case
Alone on a platform
The wind and the rain
On a sad and lonely face

Mother will never understand
Why you had to leave
But the answers you seek
Will never be found at home
The love that you need
Will never be found at home

Run away, turn away, run away, turn away, run away.
Run away, turn away, run away, turn away, run away.

Pushed around and kicked around
Always a lonely boy
You were the one
That they’d talk about around town
As they put you down

And as hard as they would try
They’d hurt to make you cry
But you never cried to them
Just to your soul
No you never cried to them
Just to your soul

Run away, turn away, run away, turn away, run away.
Run away, turn away, run away, turn away, run away.

Cry , boy, cry...

You leave in the morning
With everything you own
In a little black case
Alone on a platform
The wind and the rain
On a sad and lonely face

Run away, turn away, run away, turn away, run away.
Run away, turn away, run away, turn away, run away.

P.S.: o dia em que uma "diva" dessas escrever qualquer coisa parecida com isso, eu converto-me a bichice "armazém do chiado"... mas como eu sei que isso nunca vai acontecer, prefiro usar minhas roupas estranhas, meu corte de cabelo estranho e ouvir minha música estranha...