Braga - Despacho do Miro; "Que tal pedir ao Tony da Maratona para compor o hino?

Que tal pedir ao Tony da Maratona para compor o hino?

Caro Farricoco,

Aqui o teu amigo Miro, não obstante uns canecos que bebe de quando em vez, lá vai estando atento ao que se passa ao seu redor.

E vai daí, não pôde deixar de fazer um reparo ao movimento "Honrar o Presente, Preparar o Futuro" que representa a candidatura do Vítor Sousa à liderança da concelhia xuxialista em Braga.

O tema musical que adoptaram para a campanha foi uma infeliz escolha. Desde logo, porque já fora utilizado pelo Rio em 2007, quando apresentou a sua candidatura à presidência da edilidade bracarense.

Mas pior do que isso é a letra, que passo a transcrever na íntegra.

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I used to rule the world

Seas would rise when I gave the word

Now in the morning I sleep alone

Sweep the streets I used to own

I used to roll the dice

Feel the fear in my enemy's eyes

Listened as the crowd would sing

"Now the old king is dead! Long live the king!"

One minute I held the key

Next the walls were closed on me

And I discovered that my castles stand

Upon pillars of salt and pillars of sand

I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing

Roman Cavalry choirs is singing

Be my mirror, my sword and shield

My missionaries in a foreign field

For some reason I can't explain

Once you'd gone there was never

Never an honest word

That was when I ruled the world

It was the wicked and wild wind

Blew down the doors to let me in

Shattered windows and the sound of drums

People couldn't believe what I'd become

Revolutionaries wait

For my head on a silver plate

Just a puppet on a lonely string

Oh who would ever want to be king?

I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing

Roman Cavalry choirs are singing

Be my mirror, my sword and shield

My missionaries in a foreign field

For some reason I can't explain

I know Saint Peter won't call my name

Never an honest word

But that was when I ruled the world

Oh, oh, oooh, oh, oh, oh(5x)

Hear Jerusalem bells are ringing

Roman Cavalry choirs are singing

Be my mirror, my sword and shield

My missionaries in a foreign field

For some reason I can't explain

I know Saint Peter won't call my name

Never an honest word

But that was when I ruled the world

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Ou seja, fala de um rei poderoso que seria um belo filho da puta (já sabe que o S. Pedro não chamará pelo nome dele) e que de um momento para o outro acaba a varredor de ruas.

Melhor seria terem pedido ao Tony da Maratona que lhes compusesse um hino.

Abraço,

Miro.