Furacão
Finalmente, alguém faz a pergunta que importa - qual o melhor Neil Young? Obviamente, quem quer que se atreva a fazer tal pergunta sabe à partida que não encontrará resposta. A vastidão da obra de Neil Young é porporcionalmente equivalente à sua indispensabilidade. Por miúdos - quanto mais escreve e canta mais imprescindível se torna. Só o tolos encontram em algumas fases algum cansaço, alguma repetição. Aquilo não é cansaço, não é repetição. É, ao contrário do que diz o outro, voltar ao local onde se foi feliz e... voltar a ser feliz again and again.
Feitas as ressalvas, tentemos então o impossível. No top do top de Neil Young coloco Like a Hurricane, uma canção onde se fundem com rara beleza as duas torrentes fundamentais da sua obra - o épico e o lírico. Lindo todos os dias... E, lá está, quanto mais longa a versão, melhor. Esta tem quase nove minutos. E que gozo é ouvir aquelas guitarras a entoarem hinos ao amor, uma e outra vez. E a impossibilidade - I want to love you but I'm getting blown away.
Once I thought I saw you
in a crowded hazy bar,
Dancing on the light
from star to star.
Far across the moonbeam
I know that's who you are,
I saw your brown eyes
turning once to fire.
You are like a hurricane
There's calm in your eye.
And I'm gettin' blown away
To somewhere safer
where the feeling stays.
I want to love you but
I'm getting blown away.
I am just a dreamer,
but you are just a dream,
You could have been
anyone to me.
Before that moment
you touched my lips
That perfect feeling
when time just slips
Away between us
on our foggy trip.
You are like a hurricane
There's calm in your eye.
And I'm gettin' blown away
To somewhere safer
where the feeling stays.
I want to love you but
I'm getting blown away.
You are just a dreamer,
and I am just a dream.
You could have been
anyone to me.
Before that moment
you touched my lips
That perfect feeling
when time just slips
Away between us
on our foggy trip.
You are like a hurricane
There's calm in your eye.
And I'm gettin' blown away
To somewhere safer
where the feeling stays.
I want to love you but
I'm getting blown away.
Feitas as ressalvas, tentemos então o impossível. No top do top de Neil Young coloco Like a Hurricane, uma canção onde se fundem com rara beleza as duas torrentes fundamentais da sua obra - o épico e o lírico. Lindo todos os dias... E, lá está, quanto mais longa a versão, melhor. Esta tem quase nove minutos. E que gozo é ouvir aquelas guitarras a entoarem hinos ao amor, uma e outra vez. E a impossibilidade - I want to love you but I'm getting blown away.
Once I thought I saw you
in a crowded hazy bar,
Dancing on the light
from star to star.
Far across the moonbeam
I know that's who you are,
I saw your brown eyes
turning once to fire.
You are like a hurricane
There's calm in your eye.
And I'm gettin' blown away
To somewhere safer
where the feeling stays.
I want to love you but
I'm getting blown away.
I am just a dreamer,
but you are just a dream,
You could have been
anyone to me.
Before that moment
you touched my lips
That perfect feeling
when time just slips
Away between us
on our foggy trip.
You are like a hurricane
There's calm in your eye.
And I'm gettin' blown away
To somewhere safer
where the feeling stays.
I want to love you but
I'm getting blown away.
You are just a dreamer,
and I am just a dream.
You could have been
anyone to me.
Before that moment
you touched my lips
That perfect feeling
when time just slips
Away between us
on our foggy trip.
You are like a hurricane
There's calm in your eye.
And I'm gettin' blown away
To somewhere safer
where the feeling stays.
I want to love you but
I'm getting blown away.
// jmf @ domingo, junho 17, 2007 
