S-ajungi Cineva I – Tracy

Mi-am amintit recent de niste cantece vechi. Si ca un facut, le regasesc in muzica noua. Si-am inceput sa torc la gura focului..

Stateam acum cateva zile de vorba cu un prieten italian. Prietenia cu el este foarte importanta, dat fiind ca noi doi percepem realitatea intr-un mod foarte diferit.. Cand spun asta, nu vreau sa ma plasez pe mine intr-o pozitie de superioritate, desi uneori el imi sugereaza asta. In ce ma priveste, a gandi astfel e gresit si-ncerc sa nu ~. Dar nu-i usor. Cert este ca multe din ideile sale sunt chestii care nu mi-au trecut niciodata prin cap.

De pilda, ii place sa se uite la oamenii de culoare de la inaltimea SUV-ului, si sa comenteze suficient de tare ca uneori ma tem ca ne vor auzi:

uite maimutele cum se puiesc; de ce fiecare negresa e fie cu burta mare, fie cu carucior? de ce nu vezi niciodata barbati negri cu copiii sau familia? uite-i duminica cum se-mbraca bine, se duc la biserica, si p-orma isi pun tricouri largi, lanturi, si se-mpusca intre ei!

Nu vreau sa reproduc toate gandurile sale. Dar ultima data cand am fost pe undeva impreuna, l-am intrebat daca noi  nu tot din maimute ne tragem. Mi-a zis ca nici intr-un caz. Pai si-atunci de unde? L-a deranjat intrebarea in mod vizibil, asa ca n-am insistat. De fapt, orice intrebare mai adanca il deranjeaza. Si pe mine m-au deranjat multe intrebari cand eram mic, dar mi-am ajustat incontinuu raspunsurile pana cand am ajuns la niste concluzii cu care ma simt suficient de confortabil incat nu ma mai preocupa.

Ce ma preocupa este cat sun de universale dorintele umane si cat de universala este ideea de superioritate in grup. La barbati capata de obicei o tenta (hiper)competitiva (vezi articolul din subsol).

Cantecul la care ma gandesc este insa fast car al lui Tracy Chapman.

masina tare

Este un cantec superb prin forta si taria de caracter disimulata in modestie. Il pun alaturi de Michael Jackson. Desi despre altceva, wanna be startin’ somethin’ credeam cand eram mic ca este despre a deveni cineva, despre a incepe ceva nou si frumos. Evident, este vorba despre cei care tot timpul seamana vant si numai rareori culeg furtuna.

Tracy Chapman – fast car

Michael Jackson – wanna be startin’ somethin’ (bucuresti ‘92)

You got a fast car I want a ticket to anywhere Maybe we make a deal Maybe together we can get somewhere Anyplace is better Starting from zero got nothing to lose Maybe we'll make something But me myself I got nothing to prove You got a fast car And I got a plan to get us out of here I been working at the convenience store Managed to save just a little bit of money We won't have to drive too far Just 'cross the border and into the city You and I can both get jobs And finally see what it means to be living You see my old man's got a problem He live with the bottle that's the way it is He says his body's too old for working I say his body's too young to look like his My mama went off and left him She wanted more from life than he could give I said somebody's got to take care of him So I quit school and that's what I did You got a fast car But is it fast enough so we can fly away We gotta make a decision We leave tonight or live and die this way I remember we were driving driving in your car The speed so fast I felt like I was drunk City lights lay out before us And your arm felt nice wrapped 'round my shoulder And I had a feeling that I belonged And I had a feeling I could be someone, be someone, be someone You got a fast car And we go cruising to entertain ourselves You still ain't got a job And I work in a market as a checkout girl I know things will get better You'll find work and I'll get promoted We'll move out of the shelter Buy a big house and live in the suburbs You got a fast car And I got a job that pays all our bills You stay out drinking late at the bar See more of your friends than you do of your kids I'd always hoped for better Thought maybe together you and me would find it I got no plans I ain't going nowhere So take your fast car and keep on driving You got a fast car But is it fast enough so you can fly away You gotta make a decision You leave tonight or live and die this way

I Said You Wanna Be Startin' Somethin' You Got To Be Startin' Somethin' I Said You Wanna Be Startin' Somethin' You Got To Be Startin' Somethin' It's Too High To Get Over (Yeah, Yeah) Too Low To Get Under (Yeah, Yeah) You're Stuck In The Middle (Yeah, Yeah) And The Pain Is Thunder (Yeah, Yeah) It's Too High To Get Over (Yeah, Yeah) Too Low To Get Under (Yeah, Yeah) You're Stuck In The Middle (Yeah, Yeah) And The Pain Is Thunder (Yeah, Yeah) [1st Verse] I Took My Baby To The Doctor With A Fever, But Nothing He Found By The Time This Hit The Street They Said She Had A Breakdown Someone's Always Tryin' To Start My Baby Cryin' Talkin', Squealin', Lyin' Sayin' You Just Wanna Be Startin' Somethin' [Chorus] I Said You Wanna Be Startin' Somethin' You Got To Be Startin' Somethin' I Said You Wanna Be Startin' Somethin' You Got To Be Startin' Somethin' It's Too High To Get Over (Yeah, Yeah) Too Low To Get Under (Yeah, Yeah) You're Stuck In The Middle (Yeah, Yeah) And The Pain Is Thunder (Yeah, Yeah) It's Too High To Get Over (Yeah, Yeah) Too Low To Get Under (Yeah, Yeah) You're Stuck In The Middle (Yeah, Yeah) And The Pain Is Thunder (Yeah, Yeah) [2nd Verse] You Love To Pretend That You're Good When You're Always Up To No Good You Really Can't Make Him Hate Her So Your Tongue Became A Razor Someone's Always Tryin' To Keep My Baby Cryin' Treacherous, Cunnin', Declinin' You Got My Baby Cryin' [Chorus] I Said You Wanna Be Startin' Somethin' You Got To Be Startin' Somethin' I Said You Wanna Be Startin' Somethin' You Got To Be Startin' Somethin' It's Too High To Get Over (Yeah, Yeah) Too Low To Get Under (Yeah, Yeah) You're Stuck In The Middle (Yeah, Yeah) And The Pain Is Thunder (Yeah, Yeah) It's Too High To Get Over (Yeah, Yeah) Too Low To Get Under (Yeah, Yeah) You're Stuck In The Middle (Yeah, Yeah) And The Pain Is Thunder (Yeah, Yeah) You're A Vegetable, You're A Vegetable Still They Hate You, You're A Vegetable You're Just A Buffet, You're A Vegetable They Eat Off Of You, You're A Vegetable [3rd Verse] Billie Jean Is Always Talkin' When Nobody Else Is Talkin' Tellin' Lies And Rubbin' Shoulders So They Called Her Mouth A Motor Someone's Always Tryin' To Start My Baby Cryin' Talkin', Squealin', Spyin' Sayin' You Just Wanna Be Startin' Somethin' [Chorus] I Said You Wanna Be Startin' Somethin' You Got To Be Startin' Somethin' I Said You Wanna Be Startin' Somethin' You Got To Be Startin' Somethin' It's Too High To Get Over (Yeah, Yeah) Too Low To Get Under (Yeah, Yeah) You're Stuck In The Middle (Yeah, Yeah) And The Pain Is Thunder (Yeah, Yeah) It's Too High To Get Over (Yeah, Yeah) Too Low To Get Under (Yeah, Yeah) You're Stuck In The Middle (Yeah, Yeah) And The Pain Is Thunder (Yeah, Yeah) You're A Vegetable, You're A Vegetable Still They Hate You, You're A Vegetable You're Just A Buffet, You're A Vegetable They Eat Off Of You, You're A Vegetable [Ad-Lib] If You Cant Feed Your Baby (Yeah, Yeah) Then Don't Have A Baby (Yeah, Yeah) And Don't Think Maybe (Yeah, Yeah) If You Can't Feed Your Baby (Yeah, Yeah) You'll Be Always Tryin' To Stop That Child From Cryin' Hustlin', Stealin', Lyin' Now Baby's Slowly Dyin' [Chorus] I Said You Wanna Be Startin' Somethin' You Got To Be Startin' Somethin' I Said You Wanna Be Startin' Somethin' You Got To Be Startin' Somethin' It's Too High To Get Over (Yeah, Yeah) Too Low To Get Under (Yeah, Yeah) You're Stuck In The Middle (Yeah, Yeah) And The Pain Is Thunder (Yeah, Yeah) It's Too High To Get Over (Yeah, Yeah) Too Low To Get Under (Yeah, Yeah) You're Stuck In The Middle (Yeah, Yeah) And The Pain Is Thunder (Yeah, Yeah) [Ad-Lib] Lift Your Head Up High And Scream Out To The World I Know I Am Someone And Let The Truth Unfurl No One Can Hurt You Now Because You Know What's True Yes, I Believe In Me So You Believe In You Help Me Sing It, Ma Ma Se, Ma Ma Sa, Ma Ma Coo Sa Ma Ma Se, Ma Ma Sa, Ma Ma Coo Sa [Repeat/Fade-Out]

Tracy descrie visele unei adolscente a carei dorinta de a scapa (“un bilet catre oriunde”) e-mpletita in jurul masinii tari a prietenului sau. Desigur, este vorba despre o tanara saraca si probabil neagra din USA, fiindca daca ar fi fost vorba de o romanca, visul ei ar fi fost sa emigreze. Si visul ei – ea il considera “plan” - de a “porni de la zero cu nimic de pierdut” se implineste. Cu putinii bani economisiti din munca la un boutique pleaca intr-un alt oras si lasa in urma tatal betiv din pricina caruia a trebuit sa abandoneze scoala.

Timpul trece, cantecul e la juma’te, si Tracy isi aminteste cum era demult, cand el o luase intr-un joyride of sorts, viteza o imbatase, luminile orasului le erau la picioare, si mana lui, in jurul umerilor ei, i-a dat un sentiment de apartenenta. Nu, nu la spatiul carpato-danubiano-pontic, un sentiment ca o sa poata ajunge Cineva. Este sentimentul pe care toti l-am simtit macar o data, cand ea devinea din ce in ce mai mica si aproape incepuse sa toarca, iar el se simtea din ce in ce mai mare si mai puternic, iar ea se gandea “ce iubi fain am - e inalt, e puternic, e intunecato-brunetel, e frumushal, e dash…" Eh, dac-ar fi destept ar fi lasat-o mai moale cu respekt-u’ si-am fi pus-o in spalatorie cand i-am zis, pampalau’ meu drag”!

Eventual, Tracy se prinde ca el tot nu si-a gasit de lucru, ca ea e cea care munceste si plateste, ca el incepe sa semene cu ta’c-s’u, si-l trimite la plimbare in masina lui cea tare.

Fara “fast car” as fi fost, poate, un redneck. Fara prietenul meu as fi probabil un socialist de champagne, ca Geoana.

Urmatorul episod, eh.. vezi tu.

Sources / More info: mah Italian friend, wiki-fast-car, wiki-wanna-be, wiki-poverty, traducere-wiki-pauperizare

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