DE PASSAGEM

Quando não há palavras, há sempre uma canção que diz as coisas melhor do que seríamos capazes de o fazer; porque a felicidade é um estado passageiro, e eu nunca consigo esquecer-me dessa transiência. E talvez esteja aí o problema.

looking like a born again
living like a heretic
listening to Arthur Lee records
making all your friends feel so guilty
about their cynicism
and the rest of their generation
not even the government
are gonna stop you now
but are you ready to be heartbroken?
are you ready to be heartbroken?

pumped up full of vitamins
on account of all the seriousness
you say you're so happy now
you can hardly stand
lean over on the bookcase
if you really want to get straight
read Norman Mailer
or get a new tailor
are you ready to be heartbroken?
are you ready to be heartbroken?
are you ready to bleed?

what would it take
what would it take
to wipe that smile
off of your face?
are you ready to be
are you ready to bleed?

are you ready to be heartbroken?
are you ready to bleed?

- Lloyd Cole, "Are You Ready to Be Heartbroken?" (1984)