Mostrar mensagens com a etiqueta Eminem. Mostrar todas as mensagens
Mostrar mensagens com a etiqueta Eminem. Mostrar todas as mensagens

domingo, janeiro 19, 2020

Eminem, 2020

Todos os dias vemos e ouvimos o espaço público contaminado pelas obscenidades e pelo anti-humanismo da "Reality TV" (filiada no seu emblema ideológico: Big Brother). Como é fácil perceber: ninguém diz nada...
Mas basta alguém assumir o artifício próprio de qualquer intervenção artística, mimando e, de alguma maneira, dinamitando as formas dominantes de comunicação, para que surjam os vigilantes dos "bons costumes".
Falo de quê? De Eminem e do seu álbum-surpresa, Music to Be Murdered By [notícia: Rolling Stone], capaz de suscitar reacções de indignação (legítimas — não é isso que está em causa) como a que está exemplarmente condensada no texto e no título do artigo de Holly Thomas no site da CNN: 'Eminem foi demasiado longe'.
Mais do que enredarmo-nos no labirinto desse verdadeiro tribunal público que Eminem volta a suscitar (o seu álbum é suficientemente criativo para que não o reduzamos a um qualquer rótulo imediato e imediatista, "positivo" ou "negativo"), talvez seja interessante referir que ele volta a aplicar um método de trabalho que encontramos em muitos artistas americanos, nomeadamente cineastas, de Sam Peckinpah a Jason Reitman. A saber: retomar referências temáticas e estéticas para as reconfigurar no presente — e para o presente.
Como tem sido amplamente noticiado, o título do álbum repete a designação de uma edição discográfica de 1958 que serviu a Alfred Hitchcock para recomendar peças musicais associadas à ideia de "suspense". Mais do que isso: uma das capas através da qual Eminem se apresenta é uma muito directa reinvenção paródica da capa de Hitchcock.
Dito de forma esquemática (sendo este esquematismo inerente ao próprio trabalho de Eminem), estamos perante um continuado jogo de espelhos. A saber: se eu aplicar a mesma teatralidade que domina o espaço mediático, como é que vocês vão reagir? E se reagem ao meu modo de me encenar, por que não dizem nada, todos os dias, sobre as regras e os efeitos que sustentam as convenções e a retórica desse mesmo espaço?
Nesta perspectiva, pode dizer-se que o teledisco de Darkness — recordando, em particular, o tiroteio de Las Vegas, em 2017, que vitimou 58 pessoas — se apresenta como encarnação modelar da estratégia narrativa de Eminem: uma espécie de dantesco noticiário televisivo que, com ambígua puerilidade (umbilicalmente ligada ao imaginário da informação que cita), defende um princípio universal de controle das armas de fogo.


Escusado será sublinhar que Eminem é tudo menos um gerador de unanimidades. Face ao continuado labor de contemplação crítica da sua América (lembremos apenas o exemplo de Not Afraid), importa também acrescentar que a sua visão, crítica e desesperada, da "Idade de Trump" continua a integrar muitas formas de apropriação/reinvenção do património cultural nacional.
Reveja-se, a esse propósito, a capa principal de Music to Be Murdered By e recorde-se a pintura clássica de Grant Wood, American Gothic (1930), reproduzida aqui em baixo — estamos, talvez, a vogar nas convulsões de um novo gótico, disperso e individualizado, racional e irracional, porventura carente de uma consciência crítica a que possamos chamar colectiva.

sábado, setembro 01, 2018

Eminem: novo álbum sem aviso prévio

Será uma via para combater os efeitos imediatos de massificação? Ou uma forma (ainda mais) perversa de ser global?
Uma coisa é certa: Eminem lançou um novo álbum, dispensando qualquer aviso prévio. O título parece definir uma raiva consciente do seu ambíguo impulso masoquista: Kamikaze. À boleia da notícia da NPR, eis os novos 13 temas — o 13º, Venom, pertence à banda sonora do filme com o mesmo título (estreia-se em Outubro).

terça-feira, dezembro 26, 2017

Eminem sobre a água gelada


I walk on water
But I ain't no Jesus
I walk on water
But only when it freezes

Eminem transformou o seu amargo auto-retrato em teledisco. Walk on Water, tema de apresentação do álbum Revival, fabricado em colaboração com Beyoncé, aí está: a metáfora da água gelada é encenada à letra, sublinhando o misto de tragédia e revolta que a canção convoca.

terça-feira, novembro 21, 2017

Eminem — 3 canções no SNL

Quando chega o novo álbum de Eminem? Ainda não se sabe — mesmo o título já divulgado, Revival, permanece uma hipótese. O certo é que uma canção já é conhecida: Walk on Water, com a colaboração de Beyoncé. O tema reapareceu numa passagem pelo Saturday Night Live (NBC), agora na companhia de Skylar Grey, que também acompanhou Eminem em Stan e Love the Way You Lie (cujos originais contam com Dido e Rihanna, respectivamente) — uma bela trilogia de um homem a reorganizar memórias, reflectindo sobre os caminhos incertos da (sua) própria fama.

sábado, novembro 11, 2017

Eminem + Beyoncé

O essencial da notícia, isto é, o lançamento de Revival, nono álbum de Eminem, foi ganhando consistência através de vários fragmentos noticiosos [Rolling Stone]. Em forma de antecipação, fomos presenteados com uma magnífica colaboração, Eminem + Beyoncé, num auto-retrato tecido de angústia, orgulho e desencanto — para ler e escutar.

I walk on water
But I ain't no Jesus
I walk on water
But only when it freezes (fuck)

Why are expectations so high? Is it the bar I set?
My arms, I stretch, but I can’t reach
A far cry from it, or it's in my grasp, but as
Soon as I grab, squeeze
I lose my grip like the flyin' trapeze
Into the dark I plummet, now the sky’s blackening
I know the mark's high, butter–
flies rip apart my stomach
Knowin' that no matter what bars I come with
You're gonna harp, gripe, and
That's a hard Vicodin to swallow, so I scrap these
As pressure increases like khakis
I feel the ice cracking, because—

I walk on water
But I ain't no Jesus
I walk on water (shit)
But only when it freezes

It's the curse of the standard
That the first of the Mathers discs set
Always in search of the verse that I haven't spit yet
Will this step just be another misstep
To tarnish whatever the legacy, love or respect
I’ve garnered? The rhyme has to be perfect, the delivery flawless
And it always feels like I’m hittin' the mark
’Til I go sit in the car, listen and pick it apart
Like, "This shit is garbage!"
God's given me all this, still I feel no different regardless
Kids look to me as a god, this is retarded
If only they knew, it's a facade and it's exhaustive
And I try not to listen to nonsense
But if you bitches are tryin’ to strip me of my confidence
Mission accomplished
I'm not God-sent, Nas, Rakim, Pac, B.I.G., James Todd Smith
And I'm not Prince, so…

I walk on water
But I ain't no Jesus
I walk on water
But only when it freezes

'Cause I'm only human, just like you
Making my mistakes, oh, if you only knew
I don't think you should believe in me the way that you do
'Cause I'm terrified to let you down, oh

It's true, I'm a Rubik's—a beautiful mess
At times juvenile, yes, I goof and I jest
A flawed human, I guess
But I'm doin' my best to not ruin your ex–
pectations and meet 'em, but first
The "Speedom" verse, now Big Sean
He's goin' too fast, is he gonna shout or curse out his mom?
There was a time I had the world by the balls, eatin' out my palm
Every album song I was spazzin' the fuck out on
And now I'm gettin' clowned and frowned on
But the only one who's looking down on me that matters now's DeShaun
Am I lucky to be around this long?
Begs the question though
Especially after the methadone
As yesterday fades and the Dresden home
Is burnt to the ground, and all that's left of my house is lawn
The crowds are gone
And it's time to wash out the blonde
Sales decline, the curtain's drawn
They're closin' the set, I'm still pokin' my head from out behind
And everyone who has doubt, remind
Now take your best rhyme, outdo it, now do it a thousand times
Now let 'em tell ya the world no longer cares or gives a fuck about your rhymes
And as I grow outta sight, outta mind, I might go outta mine
'Cause how do I ever let this mic go without a fight
When I made a fuckin' tightrope outta twine?
But when I do fall from these heights though, I'll be fine
I won't pout or cry or spiral down or whine
But I'll decide if it's my final bow this time around, 'cause—

I walk on water
But I ain't no Jesus
I walk on water
But only when it freezes

'Cause I'm only human, just like you
I've been making my mistakes, oh, if you only knew
I don't think you should believe in me the way that you do
'Cause I'm terrified to let you down, oh
If I walked on water, I would drown

'Cause I'm just a man
But as long as I got a mic, I'm godlike
So me and you are not alike
Bitch, I wrote "Stan"

sexta-feira, novembro 29, 2013

Eminem recorda a figura de Max Headroom


O novo teledisco de Eminem, Rap God, revela uma canção que retrata um tempo e um ponto de vista. Vale a pena escutá-la, sobretudo tendo em conta a história de quem ali nos fala. O teledisco, em si, é todo um programa de revisitação de ideias e imagens que nos transportam para fenómenos da cultura pop (ou hip hop para sermos ainda mais precisos). Pela montagem passam imagens de figuras icónicas como Busta Rhymes, MC Ren, Rakim, Ice Cube, os Run-D.M.C. e JJ Fad. Mas a mais evidente das citações, recriadas até pelo próprio Eminem, é o apresentador de televisão Max Headroom.

Criado nos anos 80 (mais concretamente em 1984), Max Headroom surgiu como uma primeira forma de inteligência artificial. Seria, supostamente, uma figura criada digitalmente, e teve forte impacte na época, não apenas no programa que apresentou como em anúncios de TV em que participou, tendo até protagonizado uma colaboração com os The Art of Noise no single (e teledisco) Paranoimia. Max Headroom não era contudo uma figura digital. A tecnologia de então não permitia ainda a geração deste tipo de imagens, pelo que na verdade aquela figura resultava da presença de um ator, que se submetia a quatro horas de um longo processo de caracterização antes de cada filmagem.

Podem ver aqui o novo teledisco de Eminem.
E aqui podem recordar o teledisco de Paranoimia, dos The Art of Noise.

domingo, setembro 15, 2013

O urbanismo segundo Eminem

Berzerk... Desafiando a grafia tradicional (berserk), Eminem ilustra o significado da palavra — "frenético", "furioso" — para o seu consumado regresso às origens: Let's take it back to straight hip-hop and start it from scratch...
Depois de Survival, este é o segundo tema do seu oitavo álbum de estúdio, The Marshall Mathers LP 2, a lançar no começo de Novembro, com chancela da Shady Records. Kendrick Lamar, Rick Rubin e Kid Rock fazem-lhe companhia no respectivo teledisco, partilhando essa energia de quem quer refazer o mapa da sua própria condição urbana.

Now this shit's about to kick off, this party looks wack
Let's take it back to straight hip-hop and start it from scratch
I'm bout to bloody this track up, everybody get back
That's why my pen needs a pad cause my rhymes on the ra-aag
Just like I did with addiction I'm 'bout to kick it
Like a magician, critics I turn to crickets
Got em still on the fence whether to picket
But quick to get it impaled when I tell 'em stick it
So sick I'm looking pale, oh that's my pigment
Bout to go ham, ya bish, shout out to Kendrick
Let's bring it back to that vintage Slim, bitch
The art of MCing mixed with da Vinci and MC Ren
And I don't mean Stimpy's friend, bitch
Been public enemy since you thought PE was gym, bitch

Kick your shoes off
Let your hair down and (go berserk) all night long
Grow your beard out
Just weird out and (go berserk) all night long

We're gonna rock this house until we knock it down
So turn the volume loud, cause it's mayhem 'til the a.m.
So baby make just like K-Fed and let yourself go, let yourself go
Say fuck it before we kick the bucket
Life's too short to not go for broke
So everybody, everybody (go berserk) grab your vile, yeah

Guess it's just the way that I'm dressed, ain't it?
Khakis pressed, Nike shoes crispy and fresh laced, so I guess it ain't
That aftershave or cologne that made them just faint
Plus I showed up with a coat fresher than wet paint
So if love is a chess game, check mate
But girl your body's banging, jump me in, dang – bang-bang
Yessiree Bob I was thinking the same thing
So come get on this Kid's rock, baw-wit-da-baw dang-dang
P-p-p pow-pow, chicka, bow, chicka, wow-wow
Got your gal blowing up a val-v-v-v-val-valve
Ain't slowing down, throw in the towel, t-t-tow-towel
Dumb it down, I don't know how (huh-huh) how-how
At least I know that I don't know
Question is are you bozos smart enough to feel stupid
Hope so, now ho...

Kick your shoes off
...

We're gonna rock this house until we knock it down
...

They say that love is powerful as cough syrup in Styrofoam
All I know is I fell asleep and woke up in that Monte Carlo
With the ugly Kardashian, Lamar, oh sorry yo
We done both set the bar low
Far as hard drugs are though
That’s the past, but I done did enough codeine to knock Future into tomorrow
And girl I ain't got no money to borrow
But I am trying to find a way to get you alone (car note)
Oh, Marshall Mathers
Shit head with a potty mouth, get the bar of soap lathered
Kangols and Carhartt-less Cargos
Girl you’re fixing to get your heart broke
Don’t be absurd, ma'am
You birdbrain baby I ain’t called anybody baby since Birdman
(Unless you’re a swallow)
Word, Rick, word man you heard, but don’t be discouraged girl
This is your jam, unless you got toe jam

Kick your shoes off
...

We're gonna rock this house until we knock it down
...

sexta-feira, agosto 16, 2013

Eminem: regras de sobrevivência

"Não estava pronto para ser um milionário..." — Eminem reaparece com o single Survival, prolongando o sua cruel antologia de introspecções ou, como o título sugere, o seu manual de regras de sobrevivência. Ácido e intenso, com elaborado fluxo dramático das palavras, o tema conta com a colaboração de Liz Rodriguez no refrão e foi produzido por DJ Khali. A sua apresentação surgiu associada a um novo jogo de video (Call of Duty - Ghosts) e parece confirmar a hipótese de um novo álbum, ainda em 2013.
Para que conste, aqui fica: Survival + letra + trailer do jogo.


This is survival of the fittest
This is do or die
This is the winner takes it all
So take it all

Wasn't ready to be no millionaire, I was ill-prepared
I was prepared to be ill though, the skill was there
From the beginning, it wasn't 'bout the ends
It was 'bout busting raps and standing for something, fuck an acronym
Cut the fucking act like you're happy, I'm fucking back again
With another anthem, why stop when it doesn't have to end?
It ain't over 'til I say it's over – enough when I say enough
Throw me to them wolves and close the gate up
I'm afraid of what'll happen to them wolves
When the thought of being thrown into an alligator pit, I salivate at it
Weight is up, hands up like it's 12 noon, nah, homie
Hold them bitches straighter up, up wave 'em 'til you dislocate a rotator cuff
Came up rough, came to ruffle feathers, nah, egos
I ain't deflate enough, last chance to make this whole stadium erupt

This is survival of the fittest
...

I can see the finish line with each line that I finish
I'm so close to my goals I can almost pole vault over the goal post
And if I don't got enough in the tank, maybe I can just siphon enough
To fill up this last can, man will I survive in this climate or what?
They said I was washed up, and got a blood bath
I'm not a rapper, I'm an adapter, I can adjust
Plus I can just walk up to a mic and just bust
So floor's open if you'd like to discuss
Top 5 in this mothafucka and if I don't make the cut
What, like I give a fuck, I'mma light this bitch up like I'm driving a truck
To the side of a pump, 0 to 60 hop in and gun it
Like G-Unit without the hyphen, I'm hyping 'em up
And if there should ever come a time where my life's in a rut
And I look like I might just give up, eh you might've mistook
Me for bowing out I ain't taking a bow, I'm stabbing myself
With a fucking knife in the gut, while I'm wiping my butt!
Cause I just shitted on the mic, and I like getting cut
I get excited at the sight of my blood, you're in a fight with a nut
Cause I'mma fight 'til I die or win
Biting the dust it'll just make me angrier, wait
Let me remind you of what got me this far, picture me quitting
Now draw a circle around it and put a line through it, slut
It's survival of what?

This is survival of the fittest
...

So get your ideas, stack your ammo
But don't come unless you come to battle, I'm mad now jump in the saddle
This is it, it's what you eat, sleep, piss and shit
Live, breathe, your whole existence just consists of this
Refuse to quit, fuse is lit, can't diffuse the wick
I don't do this music shit, I lose my shit
Ain't got shit to lose, it's the moment of truth
It's all I know how to do, as soon as I get thrown in the booth, I spit
But my respect is overdue, I'm showing you the flow no one do
Cause I don't own no diploma for school, I quit!
So there's nothing for me to fall back on, I know no other trades
So you'd better trade your fucking mics in for some tool-box-es
Cause you'll never take my pride from me
It'll have to be pried from me, so pull out your pliers and your screwdrivers
But I want you to doubt me, I don't want you to buh-lieve
Cause this is something that I must use to suc-ceed
And if you don't like me then fuck you!
Self es-teem must be fucking shooting through-the-roof cause trust me
My skin is too thick and bul-let proof to touch me
I can see why the fuck I disgust you
I must be a-llergic to failure cause everytime I come close to it
I just sneeze, but I just go atchoo then achieve!

>>> Site oficial de Eminem.

segunda-feira, janeiro 03, 2011

Eminem: cocaína e palavras


Depois de três espantosos telediscos do álbum RecoveryNot Afraid, Love the Way You Lie e No Love —, Eminem pôs a circular mais uma novidade, mas sem imagens. É um dos temas das sessões de Recovery que não chegou ao alinhamento final: chama-se Cocaine, conta com a participação de Jazmine Sullivan [foto-montagem de Mixmatters] e refaz, em palavras amargas e cruéis, um retrato em que se cruzam o desejo de ter uma "imagem" e a angústia de não saber o que fazer com ela [letra transcrita de Musicplayon].
São palavras que se podem ler aqui. E escutar, por exemplo, nas páginas do iLeaks.

Got to have it
Yeah, I made it
I’m addicted
Yeah, I’m feigning (I think that’s what she says?)

This is a beat with no words at first
It’s a blank painting
Exercising the mind is brain strength training
Starts off with somethin’, like Shady’s an insane mani-
-ac, Yeah, Slim Shady, that’s a zany name, ain’t it?
Now all you need’s an image to go with the name, baby
Wife beaters and white t-shirts, Hanes mainly
It’s a long shot, but is it possible there’s a lane, maybe?
If not, he’s gonna have to come and change the whole game, ain’t he?
He wants the fame so bad he can taste it
He could see his name up in lights
Women screaming his f-ckin’ name, fainting
Shady did it, he sold out the whole dang stadium
Joe Schmoe made it, he took his Plain Jane lady and his baby Hailie out the trailer
But he ain’t trailing anymore, he’s ahead of the race
While maintaining his innocence
Little does he know, his train is derailing
And he’s about to be raped by this game anally

What would you do for it?
What would you give for it?
For that C.O.C.A.I.N.E.
‘Cause once you get in, you wanna leave

Got to have it
Yeah, I made it
I’m addicted
Yeah, I’m feigning

You’re operating on all cylinders
Syllables spit like Dillinger’s spilling ya guts
People are feeling ya mic skills, but these haters are ice grillin’ ya
Willing to sacrifice anything for the life that they might steal from ya
Fake friends’ll kill for ya, die for ya
But you can’t decipher “why?” for the life of ya
It wasn’t like this when you were Cypherin’
Argue wit’ your wife again
She found Vicodin in your pants last night again
Your dispute’s public, nothing is private anymore
Oh, and your best friend? Say bye-bye to him
What kinda apple you take a bite’a, Slim?
(This is what you wanted Marshall, ain’t it?)
F-ck, no!
The way that it turned out was nothin’ like the picture that I painted in my head
Sometimes a dream to make it, it’s more fun than it is to actually make it
The game stripped me naked
It robbed me ever having another real relation-
-ship, with another girl
This world is a f-ckin’ trip
‘Cause I slip in another world, proceed, take another hit
Sniff ’til I f-ckin’ hurl, tell ‘em all to f-ckin’ sit
And spin ’til they f-ckin’ twirl, middle finger up again
Relapsing back in this game
Oh well, f-ck it, then

domingo, outubro 03, 2010

Eminem: o amor e a sua ausência


[capa não oficial - blog Always About Music]

Depois de Not Afraid e Love the Way You Lie, Eminem apresenta No Love, terceiro teledisco do seu álbum Recovery: desta vez com a colaboração de Lil Wayne, é mais uma notável peça audiovisual organizada a partir de uma calculada duplicidade (entre uma história de assédio e o espaço do estúdio de gravação). Mais um caso exemplar de um universo alicerçado num conceito narrativo forte, quer dizer, numa arte específica de contar histórias.



Throw dirt on me and grow a wildflower
But it's "fuck the world", get a child out her
Yeah, my life a bitch, but you know nothing bout her
Been to hell and back, I can show you vouchers
I'm rolling Sweets, I'm smoking sour
Married to the game but she broke her vows
That's why my bars are full of broken bottles
And my night stands are full of open Bibles
I think about more than I forget
But I don't go around fire expecting not to sweat
And these niggers know I lay them down, make their bed
Bitches try to kick me while I'm down: I'll break your leg
Money outweighing problems on the triple beam
I'm sticking to the script, you niggers skipping scenes
Be good or be good at it
Fucking right I've got my gun, semi-Cartermatic
Yeah, put a dick in their mouth, so I guess it's "fuck what they say"
I'm high as a bitch: up, up and away
Man, I come down in a couple of days
OK, you want me up in the cage, then I'll come out in beast mode
I got this world stuck in the safe, combination is the G-code
It's Weezy motherfucker, blood gang and I'm in bleed mode
All about my dough but I don't even check the peephole
So you can keep knocking but won't knock me down
No love lost, no love found


It's a little too late to say that you're sorry now
You kicked me when I was down
Fuck what you say, just (don't hurt me, don't hurt me no more)
That's right bitch: and I don't need you, don't want to see you
Bitch you get (no love)
You show me nothing but hate
You ran me into the ground
But what comes around goes around
I don't need you (don't hurt me)
You (don't hurt me no more)
That's right, and I don't need you, don't want to see you
You get (no love)
Bitch you get (no love)
And I don't need you
Get em


I'm alive again
More alive than I have been in my whole entire life
I can see these people's ears perk up as I begin
To spaz with the pen, I'm a little bit sicker than most
Shit's finna get thick again
They say the competition is stiff
But I get a hard dick from this shit, now stick it in
I ain't never giving in again
Caution to the wind, complete freedom
Look at these rappers, how I treat them
So why the fuck would I join them when I beat them
They call me a freak because
I like to spit on these pussies fore I eat them
Man get these whack cocksuckers off stage
Where the fuck is Kanye when you need him?
Snatch the mic from him, bitch I'mma let you finish in a minute
Yeah the rap is tight
But I'm 'bout to spit the greatest verse of all time
So you might want to go back to the lab tonight and um
Scribble out them rhymes you were going to spit
And start over from scratch and write new ones
But I'm afraid that it ain't gonna make no difference
When I rip this stage and tear it in half tonight
It's an adrenaline rush to feel the bass thump
In the place all the way to the parking lot, fellow
Set fire to the mic and ignite the crowd
You can see the sparks from hot metal
Cold-hearted from the day I Bogarted the game
I so started to rock fellow
When I'm not even in my harshest
You can still get roasted because Marsh is not mellow
Til I'm toppling from the top I'm not going to stop
I'm standing on my Monopoly board
That means I'm on top of my game and it don't stop
Til my hip don't hop anymore
When you so good that you can't say it
Because it ain't even cool for you to sound cocky anymore
People just get sick cause you spit
These fools can't drool or dribble a drop anymore
And you can never break my stride
You never slow the momentum at any moment I'm about to blow
You'll never take my pride
Killing the flow, slow venom and the opponent
Is getting no mercy, mark my words
Ain't letting up, relentless
I smell blood, I don't give a fuck: keep giving them hell
Where was you when I fell and needed help up?
You get no love


It's a little too late to say that you're sorry now
...

terça-feira, agosto 10, 2010

Eminem + Rihanna: hip hop + realismo

Há no hip hop de Eminem uma urgência emocional que nasce de um paradoxal realismo: o confronto com a crueldade do mundo elabora-se a partir de uma vontade de gerar algo de inusitado e livre, realmente bigger than life. Acontecia assim no teledisco de Not Afraid, primeiro single do álbum Recovery. Volta acontecer no segundo, Love the Way You Lie, dirigido pelo brilhante Joseph Kahn: com Rihanna, Eminem encena um par — interpretado por Megan Fox e Dominic Monaghan — que vive uma situação de amor/ódio que desemboca no simbolismo devastado da casa em fogo do final. Sem recusar os ecos de um muito específico caso de violência doméstica de 2009 (quando Rihanna foi agredida pelo namorado, Chris Brown), Eminem baralha e volta a dar os dados de uma cultura mediática onde, como ele demonstra, já não cabe nenhuma ilusão romântica — esta é uma arte de dor e raiva, ligada às desarmantes evidências do quotidiano.


Just gonna stand there and watch me burn
Well that's all right because I like the way it hurts
Just gonna stand there and hear me cry
Well that's all right because I love the way you lie
I love the way you lie


I can't tell you what it really is, I can only tell you what it feels like
And right now it's a steel knife in my windpipe
I can't breathe but I still fight while I can fight
As long as the wrong feels right it's like I'm in flight
High off her love, drunk from my hate, it's like I'm huffin' paint
And I love it the more I suffer, I suffocate
And right before I'm about to drown, she resuscitates me, she fuckin' hates me
And I love it, "wait, where you goin'?"
"I'm leavin' you," "no you ain't come back"
We're runnin' right back, here we go again
So insane, cause when it's goin' good it's goin' great
I'm Superman with the wind in his back, she's Lois Lane
But when it's bad it's awful, I feel so ashamed I snap
Whose that dude? I don't even know his name
I laid hands on her
I never stoop so low again
I guess I don't know my own strength

Just gonna stand there and watch me burn
...


You ever love somebody so much you can barely breathe
When you with'em you meet and neither one of you even know what hit'em
Got that warm fuzzy feeling
Yeah them chills used to get'em
Now you're getting fuckin' sick of lookin' at'em
You swore you'd never hit'em, never do nothin' to hurt'em
Now you're in each other's face spewin' venom in your words when you spit'em
You push pull each other's hair
Scratch claw hit em throw em down pin'em
So lost in the moments when you're in'em
It's the face that's the culprit, controls you both
So they say it's best to go your seperate ways
Guess that they don't know ya
Cause today that was yesterday
Yesterday is over, it's a different day
Sound like broken records playin' over
But you promised her next time you'll show restraint
You don't get another chance
Life is no nintendo game, but you lied again
Now you get to watch her leave out the window
Guess that's why they call it window pane

Just gonna stand there and watch me burn
...


Now I know we said things, did things, that we didn't mean
And we fall back into the same patterns, same routine
But your temper's just as bad as mine is, you're the same as me
When it comes to love you're just as blinded
Baby please come back, it wasn't you, baby it was me
Maybe our relationship isn't as crazy as it seems
Maybe that's what happens when a tornado meets a volcano
All I know is I love you too much to walk away though
Come inside, pick up the bags off the sidewalk
Don't you hear sincerity in my voice when I talk?
Told you this is my fault, look me in the eyeball
Next time I'm pissed I'll aim my fist at the drywall
Next time there won't be no next time
I apologize even though I know it's lies
I'm tired of the games I just want her back
I know I'm a liar if she ever tries to fuckin' leave again
I'ma tie her to the bed and set this house on fire

Just gonna stand there and watch me burn
...

terça-feira, julho 27, 2010

O apocalipse segundo Eminem

O primeiro single de Recovery, sétimo álbum de estúdio de Eminem, chama-se Not Afraid: como o título sugere, trata-se de um exercício de introspecção, mobilizando memórias e fantasmas numa espécie de apocalipse privado que adquire uma espectacular dimensão urbana — assim é, aliás, o magnífico teledisco, dirigido por Rich Lee. Vale a pena ver, escutar e ler.

I'm not afraid to take a stand
Everybody come take my hand
We'll walk this road together, through the storm
Whatever weather, cold or warm
Just let you know that, you're not alone
Holla if you feel that you've been down the same road


[Yeah, It's been a ride...
I guess I had to go to that place to get to this one
Now some of you might still be in that place
If you're trying to get out, just follow me
I'll get you there]

You can try and read my lyrics off of this paper before I lay 'em
But you won't take this thing out these words before I say 'em
Cause ain't no way I'm let you stop me from causing mayhem
When I say 'em or do something I do it, I don't give a damn
What you think, I'm doing this for me, so fuck the world
Feed it beans, it's gassed up, if a thing's stopping me
I'mma be what I set out to be, without a doubt undoubtedly
And all those who look down on me I'm tearing down your balcony
No if ands or buts don't try to ask him why or how can he
From Infinite down to the last Relapse album he's still shit'n
Whether he's on salary, paid hourly
Until he bows out or he shit's his bowels out of him
Whichever comes first, for better or worse
He's married to the game, like a fuck you for christmas
His gift is a curse, forget the earth he's got the urge
To pull his dick from the dirt and fuck the universe

I'm not afraid to take a stand
...


Ok quit playin' with the scissors and shit, and cut the crap
I shouldn't have to rhyme these words in the rhythm for you to know it's a rap
You said you was king, you lied through your teeth
For that fuck your feelings, instead of getting crowned you're getting capped
And to the fans, I'll never let you down again, I'm back
I promise to never go back on that promise, in fact
Let's be honest, that last Relapse CD was "ehhhh"
Perhaps I ran them accents into the ground

Relax, I ain't going back to that now
All I'm tryna say is get back, click-clack
Cause I ain't playin' around
There's a game called circle and I don't know how
I'm way too up to back down
But I think I'm still tryna figure this crap out
Thought I had it mapped out but I guess I didn't
This fucking black cloud still follow's me around
But it's time to exercise these demons
These motherfuckers are doing jumping jacks now!

I'm not afraid to take a stand
...


And I just can't keep living this way
So starting today, I'm breaking out of this cage
I'm standing up, Imma face my demons
I'm manning up, Imma hold my ground
I've had enough, now I'm so fed up
Time to put my life back together right now

It was my decision to get clean, I did it for me
Admittedly I probably did it subliminally for you
So I could come back a brand new me, you helped see me through
And don't even realise what you did, believe me you
I been through the ringer, but they can do little to the middle finger
I think I got a tear in my eye, I feel like the king of
My world, haters can make like bees with no stingers, and drop dead
No more beef flingers, no more drama from now on, I promise
To focus soley on handling my responsibility's as a father
So I solemnly swear to always treat this roof like my daughters and raise it
You couldn't lift a single shingle on it
Cause the way I feel, I'm strong enough to go to the club
Or the corner pub and lift the whole liquor counter up
Cause I'm raising the bar, I shoot for the moon
But I'm too busy gazing at stars, I feel amazing and

I'm not afraid to take a stand
...