SONGWRITER'S CIRCLE (RICHARD THOMPSON, SUZANNE VEGA, LOUDON WAINWRIGHT)


"Keep Your Distance"



"Gipsy"



"Genesis Hall"

(2012)

ADÃO, EVA, CAIM E ABEL (E MARTHA)



Martha Wainwright - Sans Fusils, Ni Souliers, À Paris

Dizer “família disfuncional” é, como se sabe, uma redundância. Mas ainda que, desde Adão, Eva, Caim e Abel, nesse imaginário pilar da sociedade, as coisas nunca tenham, realmente, corrido bem, há casos em que, francamente – não há como dizê-lo de outra forma –, se abusa. O casal Loudon Wainwright III (aliás, um retinto "freak-folker" bastante "avant la lettre") e Kate McGarrigle, antes de violar os sagrados votos do matrimónio, divorciando-se, reproduziu-se por duas vezes. Da primeira, nasceu Rufus Wainwright, um moço que se imagina dotado de um gigantesco talento de compositor e intérprete operático mas que, lá no fundo, gostava era de ser Judy Garland (e foi-o, em Rufus! Rufus! Rufus! Does Judy! Judy! Judy!: Live From The London Palladium). A mana mais nova, Martha, pelo seu lado, folk-rockou sofrivelmente em dois álbuns, até ter descoberto a sua verdadeira vocação: montar um gigantesco “chuva de estrelas” a solo, macaqueando Edith Piaf. Na produção do espectáculo (apresentado no Dixon Place, de Nova Iorque, em Junho passado), Hal Willner fez o que foi capaz para segurar as pontas, houve imitações mais conseguidas do que outras, mas, essencialmente, o que se deve perguntar é: não seria mais do que oportuno um referendo sobre a ilegalização do casamento heterossexual?

(2010)

THE GOOD SHIP VENUS


Jean Peters em Anne Of The Indies

On the good ship Venus
By Christ you should have seen us
The figurehead was a whore in bed
Sucking a dead man's penis

The captain's name was Lugger
By Christ he was a bugger
He wasn't fit to shovel shit
From one ship to another

And the second mate was Andy
By Christ he had a dandy
Till they crushed his cock on a jagged rock
For cumming in the brandy

The third mate's name was Morgan
By God he was a gorgon
From half past eight he played till late
Upon the captain's organ


Loudon Wainwright III (termina aos 3'14")

The captain's wife was Mabel
And by God was she able
To give the crew their daily screw
Upon the galley table

The captain's daughter Charlotte
Was born and bred a harlot
Her thighs at night were lily white
By morning they were scarlet

The cabin boy was Kipper
By Christ he was a nipper
He stuffed his ass with broken glass
And circumcised the skipper

The captain's lovely daughter
Liked swimming in the water
Delighted squeals came when some eels
Found her sexual quarters


Sex Pistols

The cook his name was Freeman
And he was a dirty demon
And he fed the crew on menstrual stew
And hymens fried in semen

And the ship's dog was called Rover
And we turned the poor thing over
And ground and ground that faithful hound
From Teneriff to Dover

When we reached our station
Through skillful navigation
The ship got sunk in a wave of spunk
From too much fornication

On the good ship Venus
By Christ you should have seen us
The figurehead was a whore in bed
Sucking a dead man's penis

(2009)