O Homem do Século XX

Caríssimos Leitores,

muito provavelmente o Pedro Jacob vai passar o fim-de-semana na sua extensa propriedade na Baviera, e eu vou mesmo passar o meu no palácio dos meus primos, em Xanadu.

Assim sendo, e porque os outros dois autores escrevem regularmente em outros blogue s e raramente neste, será difícil fazer os updates de posts e comentários. Assim sendo, tenham lá um pouco de paciência.

Já agora - sabem qual é música perfeita de um bom leitor Odisseia?
é esta. vejam o porquê na letra. é a nossa cara.




This is the age of machinery,
A mechanical nightmare,
The wonderful world of technology,
Napalm hydrogen bombs biological warfare,

This is the twentieth century,
But too much aggravation
Its the age of insanity,
What has become of the green pleasant fields of jerusalem.

Aint got no ambition, Im just disillusioned
Im a twentieth century man but I dont wanna be here.
My mama said she cant understand me
She cant see my motivation
Just give me some security,
Im a paranoid schizoid product of the twentieth century.

You keep all your smart modern writers
Give me William Shakespeare
You keep all your smart modern painters
Ill take Rembrandt, Titian, Da Vinci and Gainsborough,

Girl we gotta get out of here
We gotta find a solution
Im a twentieth century man but I dont want to die here.

I was born in a welfare state
Ruled by bureaucracy
Controlled by civil servants
And people dressed in grey
Got no privacy got no liberty
Cos the twentieth century people
Took it all away from me.

Dont wanna get myself shot down
By some trigger happy policeman,
Gotta keep a hold on my sanity
Im a twentieth century man but I dont wanna die here.

My mama says she cant understand me
She cant see my motivation
Aint got no security,
Im a twentieth century man but I dont wanna be here.

This is the twentieth century
But too much aggravation
This is the edge of insanity
Im a twentieth century man but I dont wanna be here.