..:: anda cá, ouve esta ::.. M.I.A.

O Francisco chamou-me a atenção para a M.I.A. (Mathangi Maya Arulpragasam) que já tinha visto na MTV mas a quem não tinha prestado muito atenção. Agora, graças ao Francisco, parei nas letras e nas músicas desta garota com origens em Ceilão (Sri-Lanka) - é filha de um activista Tamil.
Eu lembrei-me que o Brama andou (anda?) fascinado por Bollywood (cf. aqui e aqui), por isso dedico-lhe estas músicas que não têm nada a ver com o delico-doce de Sridevi, Asha Bhosle ou Lata Mangeshkar. M.I.A está muito à frente, se não reparem bem no estilo. Vale a pena irem à página dela no MySpace: ironia pura e dura, maciça mesmo. Sobre ela podem ler também no *Xuac Xuac*.

Paper Planes

Letra:

I'll fly like a paper get high like planes
Catch me at the border I got visas in my name
If you come around here I'll make em all day
I'll get one done in a second if you wait

Sometimes I think sitting on trains
Every stop I get to I'm clocking that game
Everyone's a winner, we're making our fame
Bonafide hustler making my name

All I wanna do (BANG BANG BANG BANG)
And a (CLICK CHING)
And take your money

Pirate skulls and bones
Sticks and stones and weed and bombs
Running when we hit em
A leathal poison pon dey system

No one on the corner had swag like us
Hit me on up on a
Pre paid wireless
We pack and deliver like UPS trucks
Already going hell
Just pumping that gas

All I wanna do (BANG BANG BANG BANG)
And a (CLICK CHING)
And take your money

Some some some o dem I murder
Some a some I let go

This is MIA
A third world democracy
I got more records than the KGB

So no funny business

Jimmy

A reter:

Jimmy, Jimmy
Come back Jimmy

When you go Rwanda Congo
Take me on ya genocide tour
Take me on a truck to Darfur
Take me where you would go

Got static on ya satellite phone
Got to get you safe at home
Got to get you some where warm
So you get me all alone

Sunshowers

A reter:
Quit bending all my fingo
Quit beating me like you're Ringo
You wanna go?
You wanna win a war?
Like P.L.O don't surrendo