an horror soundtrack

Não há porque o belo ser necessariamente antônimo ao horroso quando este possui uma beleza própria; uma beleza exótica. O horror pode ser tão inspirador quanto o melanólico. Mas... de onde vem a sensação de horror? Só dele, do desconhecido. O inexplorado acaba provocanado sensações de mistério, escuridão ou monstruosidade até quando não é essa a intenção. Eis que algum dia eu me deparo com o horroroso e descubro que gosto dele. Gosto de músicas horrorosas, que assustam, que mantem o suspense do primeiro ao último compasso. Eu poderia lembrar aqui a Quinta Sinfonia de Beethoven. Todos a conhecem, ou então a mais desconhecida The Fear do Pulp, que fala exatamente disso (an horror soundtrack).... porém tem outra coisa tão horrorosa quanto linda tocando no meu quarto. Um pai diz ao filho:

Baby your da-da loves you
And I'm always gonna be here for you
No matter what happened
You're all I got in this world
I'd never give you up for nothin'
Nobody in this world is ever gonna keep you from me
I love you

C'mon Hai-Hai, we goin to the beach
Grab a couple of toys and let da-da strap you in the car seat
Where's mama? She's takin a little nap in the trunkOh that smell -- da-da musta runned over a skunk
Now I know what you're thinkin - it's kind of late to go swimmin
But you know your mama, she's one of those type of women
That do crazy things, and if she don't get her way, she'll throw a fit
Don't play with da-da's toy knife, honey, let go of it
And don't look so upset, why you actin bashful?
Don't you wanna help da-da build a sand castle?
And mama said she wants to show you how far she can float
Don't worry about that little boo-boo on her throat
It's just a little scratch - it don't hurther was eatin dinner while you were sweepin and spilled ketchup on her shirt
Mama's messy isn't she? We'll let her wash off in the water
Me and you can pway by ourselves, can't we?

Just the two of us
Just the two of us
Just the two of us

See honey -- there's a place called heaven and a place called hell
There's a place called prison and a place called jail
And da-da's probably on his way to all of em except one
Cause mama's got a new husband and a stepson
And you don't want a brother do ya?
Maybe when you're old enough to understand a little better I'll explain it to ya
But for now we'll just say mama was real real bad
She was bein mean to dad and made him real real mad
But I still feel sad that I put her on time-out
Sit back in your chair honey, quit tryin to climb out
I told you it's okay
HaiHai wanna ba-ba take a night-night? Nan-a-boo, goo-goo ga-ga?
Her make goo-goo ca-ca? Da-da change your dia-dee
Clean the baby up so her can take a nighty-nighty
Your dad'll wake her up as soon as we get to the water
Ninety-seven Bonnie and Clyde, me and my daughter

Me and my daughter
Me and my daughter
Just the two of us
Just the two of us
Just the two of us

Wake up sweepy head we're here
Before we pway we're gonna take mama for a wittle walk along the pier
Baby, don't cry honey, don't get the wrong idea
Mama's too sweepy to hear you screamin in her ear
That's why you can't get her to wake, but don't worry
Da-da made a nice bed for mommy at the bottom of the lake
Here, you wanna help da-da tie a rope around this rock?
We'll tie it to her footsie then we'll roll her off the dock
Ready now, here we go, on the count of free
One.. two.. free.. oh-weeeeeee
There goes mama, splashin in the water
No more fightin with dad, no more restraining order
No more step-da-da, no more brother
Blow her kisses bye bye, tell mommy you love her
Now we'll go play in the sand, build a castle and junk

But first, just help dad with two more things out the trunk

Just -- the two - of us

'97 Bonnie and Clyde - Tori Amos

:~)

Obs.: Não estou dando idéias, tampouco fazendo ameaças. hehe