WELL, I'LL TELL YOU SOMETHIN'

Hoje o blog, ainda emocionado pela bela homenagem a John Lennon no fechamento das Olimpíadas de Londres (o que John 'terá' sentido, caso tenha visto aquilo? Na certa, no mínimo, deve ter dado boas gargalhadas! Velho John! Como faz falta!), separou uma demo do mais irônico, humorado, sarcástico, genial componente dos Beatles. 

É a canção Serve Yourself, uma paródia da música Bob Dylan de 1979 Gotta Serve Somebody, Servir a Si Mesmo, na qual John solta toda a sua parafernália de cutucões e toques, com direito a vários palavrões!, para aqueles patinam na sua fé, apesar de que crenças espirituais e religiosas de Lennon nunca foram particularmente consistentes. Algumas demos foram gravadas em um piano, outras com guitarra acústica, e nem todas estavam carregados de palavrões. Dado o fato de que nenhuma das gravações poderia ter sido lançada comercialmente, é fascinante ouvir como a sagacidade de John era tão forte, tanto em privado quanto em público. John diria ainda em 1980: " - É lamentável quando as pessoas dizem, 'Este é o único caminho'. Essa é a única coisa que eu tenho contra essa pessoas. Se eles estão dizendo, 'Isto é a única resposta' Eu não quero ouvir sobre isso. Não há uma resposta para qualquer coisa.". Ela foi gravada, provavelmente, em 27 de junho de 1980 e só foi lançada oficialmente em 1998 no John Lennon Anthology. 

Vamos curtir John, numa de suas mais inspiradas críticas! God bless you, John! 

 Serve Yourself (unreleased - demo)


Serve Yourself
John Lennon

You say you found Jesus Christ
He's the only one
You say you found Buddah
Sittin' in the sun,
You say you found Mohammed
Facin' to the east
You say you found Krishna
Dancin' in the street.

Well, there's somethin' missin' in this god almighty stew
And it's your mother,
Your mother, don't forget your mother, lad.

You gotta serve yourself
Nobody gonna do it for you
You gotta serve yourself
Nobody gonna do it for you
Well, you may believe in devils and you may believe in laws

But if you don't go out and serve yourself, lad (ain't no room service here....?......)

It's still the same old story
A bloody holy war
A fight for love and glory
Ain't gonna study war no more
A fight for god and country
We're gonna set you free
We'll put you back in the stone age
If you won't be like me.

Get it?

You gotta serve yourself
Ain't nobody gonna do it for you
You gotta serve yourself
Ain't nobody gonna do it for you
Yeah, you may believe in devils and you may believe and laws

But Christ, you gonna have to serve yourself and that's all there is to it

So get right back here, it's in the bloody fridge!
God, when i was a kid, we didn't have stuff like this, t.v. fuckin' dinners and all that crap!
You fuckin' kids, all fuckin' the same, want a fuckin' car now?

Lucky to have a pair of shoes?

You tell me you've found Jesus Christ,
That's great and he's the only one
You say you've just found Buddah
And he's sittin' on his arse in the sun,
You say you found Mohammed
Kneelin' on a bloody carpet, facin' east
You say you found Krishna
With his bald head, dancin' in the street
Well, Christ now and you're bein' heard.

You gotta serve yourself
Ain't nobody gonna do it for you, that's right lad
You better get that straight into your fuckin' head!
You gotta serve yourself, you know that, who else is gotta do that for you
It ain't me, kid, i tell you that.

Well you may believe in Jesus
And you may believe in Marx
And you may believe in Marks and Spencers
And you may even believe in bloody woolworths
But there's something missin' in this whole bloody stew
And it's your mother, your poor bloody mother
She worked for you in the back bedroom
Full of piss and shit and fuckin' midwives
God, you can't forget that awful moment, you know

You should have been in the bloody war, lad, and you would know all about it
Well, i'll tell you somethin',

It's still the same old story
A holy bloody war

You know with the Pope and all that stuff
A fight for love and glory
Ain't gonna study no more war
I fight for god and country and the Queen and all that
We're gonna set you free, yeah,
Bomb ya back into the fuckin' stone age if you won't be like me
You know, now get down on your knees and pray
Well, there's something missin' in this god almighty stew And it's your god damn mother, you dirty little git Now get in there and was your ears.

Ha-ha-ha