Que diabo?

Há coisas em que sou muito esquisita. Gosto de ter tudo organizadinho, tudo bonitinho. E isso também passa pelo meu iPod. Gosto que as músicas sejam acompanhadas pela capa do disco. Manias, pronto. Ora, por qualquer misterioso capricho divino, nem sempre o iTunes me encontra automaticamente as capas (e outras vezes encontra-me capas disparatadas). Fico irritada e ponho-as à pata. Quem não tem cão caça com girafa, assunto resolvido.

Ora hoje reparei que nem numa única das faixas de Jesus Christ Superstar, essa obra-prima de Andrew Lloyd Weber, que nunca mais fez nada à altura, aparecia a capa. Toca a ir buscá-la. E, claro, abri o primeiro resultado que me apareceu no Google, para gravar a imagem, e que foi esta página. Imaginem agora a minha cara de parva quando dei com a publicidade. Agência Funerária Ponte de Lousa?!

Escolho para banda sonora aquela que é, para mim (como é para o Vítor, como era para o Nuno) a melhor música da obra, basta ouvir a extraordinária letra de Tim Rice. um dia destes tenho de falar mais alongadamente de Jesus Christ Superstar, e de como uma obra tão pouco ortodoxa alargou a minha visão dos Evangelhos, aos 14 anos.

Banda sonora: Heaven On Their Minds (Carl Anderson, Judas)

My mind is clearer now
At last
All too well
I can see
Where we all
Soon will be
If you strip away
The myth
From the man
You will see
Where we all
Soon will be

Jesus!
You've started to believe
The things they say of you
You really do believe
This talk of God is true

And all the good you've done
Will soon be swept away
You've begun to matter more
Than the things you say

Listen Jesus
I don't like what I see
All I ask is that you listen to me
And remember
I've been your right hand man all along
You have set them all on fire
They think they've found the new Messiah
And they'll hurt you when they find they're wrong

I remember when this whole thing began
No talk of God then, we called you a man
And believe me
My admiration for you hasn't died
But every word you say today
Gets twisted 'round some other way
And they'll hurt you if they think you've lied

Nazareth's most famous son
Should have stayed a great unknown
Like his father carving wood
He'd have made good
Tables, chairs and oaken chests
Would have suited Jesus best
He'd have caused nobody harm
No one alarm

Listen Jesus, do you care for your race?
Don't you see we must keep in our place?
We are occupied
Have you forgotten how put down we are?
I am frightened by the crowd
For we are getting much too loud
And they'll crush us if we go too far
If we go too far

Listen Jesus to the warning I give
Please remember that I want us to live
But it's sad to see our chances weakening with ev'ry hour
All your followers are blind
Too much heaven on their minds
It was beautiful, but now it's sour
Yes it's all gone sour
Ah --- ah ah ah --- ah
God Jesus, it's all gone sour

Listen Jesus to the warning I give
Please remember that I want us to live
So come on, come on, listen to me.
Ah --- ah
Come on, listen, listen to me.
Come on and listen to me.