Memória musical

Hoje de manhã, quando tocou Cat Stevens no rádio, não pude deixar de lembrar dos bons tempos de faculdade, em que a fita com o melhor dele era uma das que passou quatro anos dentro do carro. Nesse tempo, gastou a fita e, imagino, a paciência de muitos dos meus caroneiros (que não tinham nada do que reclamar, porque eu dava carona pra todo mundo).

Eis que hoje prestei mais atenção à letra de Where Do The Children Play do que o normal. E ela não podia estar mais de acordo com o meu momento.

Well, I think it's fine
Buildin' jumbo planes
Or takin' a ride
On a cosmic train.
Switch on Summer
From a slot machine.
Yes, get what you want to, if you want,
'Cause you can get anything.

I know we've come a long way.
We're changin' day to day,
But tell me, where do the children play?

Well, you roll on roads
Over fresh green grass
For your lorry loads
Pumpin' petrol gas
And you make them long
And you make them tough,
But they just go on and on, and it seems
That you can't get off.

Oh, I know we've come a long way.
We're changin' day to day,
But tell me, where do the children play?

Well, you've cracked the sky.
'Scrapers fill the air,
But will you keep on buildin' higher
'Til there's no more room up there?
Will you make us laugh?
Will you make us cry?
Will you tell us when to live?
Will you tell us when to die?

I know we've come a long way.
We're changin' day to day,
But tell me, where do the children play?