A música tem esta capacidade maravilhosa de empolar as nossas emoções e de nos fazer ferver o sangue como poucas outras coisas conseguem. São as letras, a sonoridade, as vozes, quando as há, o conjugar de toda uma atmosfera que nos envolve e nos transporta, fazendo-nos identificar com o que ouvimos e expelindo muito do que guardamos dentro de nós. E, com todo o respeito e admiração que tenho pelos The Velvet Underground, esta cover dos You Can’t Win, Charlie Brown está simplesmente brutal. Quem já ouviu de perto e ao vivo, consegue perceber a harmonia que existe entre os seis elementos, toda a empatia que existe entre a sonoridade dos instrumentos, e como a voz de Afonso Cabral fica no ouvido e ecoa mesmo depois da música acabar. Um excelente trabalho desta banda, que é, sem a menor dúvida, uma das melhores do nosso país e arredores.
Entrevista dada ao Morrighan: http://www.branmorrighan.com/2014/01/entrevista-aos-you-cant-win-charlie.html
I don’t know just where I’m going
But I’m gonna try for the kingdom if I can
‘Cause it makes me feel like I’m a man
When I put a spike into my vein
Then I tell you things aren’t quite the same
When I’m rushing on my run
And I feel just like Jesus’ son
And I guess that I just don’t know
And I guess that I just don’t know
I have made the big decision
I’m gonna try to nullify my life
‘Cause when the blood begins to flow
When it shoots up the dropper’s neck
When I’m closing in on death
And you can’t help me, not you guys
Or all you sweet girls with all your sweet talk
You can all go take a walk
And I guess I just don’t know
And I guess that I just don’t know
I wish that I was born a thousand years ago
I wish that I’d sailed the darkened seas
On a great big clipper ship
Going from this land here to that
On a sailor’s suit and cap
Away from the big city
Where a man cannot be free
Of all the evils of this town
And of himself and those around
Oh, and I guess that I just don’t know
Oh, and I guess that I just don’t know
Heroin, be the death of me
Heroin, it’s my wife and it’s my life, ha-ha
Because a mainer to my vein
Leads to a center in my head
And then I’m better off than dead
Because when the smack begins to flow
I really don’t care anymore
About all the Jim-Jims in this town
And all the politicians making crazy sounds
And everybody putting everybody else down
And all the dead bodies piled up in mounds
‘Cause when the smack begins to flow
Then I really don’t care anymore
Ah, when that heroin is in my blood
And the blood is in my head
Man thank God that I’m as good as dead
And thank your God that I’m not aware
And thank God that I just don’t care
And I guess that I just don’t know
Oh, and I guess that I just don’t know
