Na primeira semana de novembro, foi postado a música da semana, já que prometi semana sim, semana não eu postaria uma música do The Who para vocês se deliciarem ouvindo esse rock'n'roll exportado de Sheperd's Bush.
A música da vez é Tattoo, faixa do disco The Who Sell Out (em breve eu vou fazer uma resenha dele, assim como Live At Leeds) e talvez, uma das canções dramáticas e tristes do Who. A música fala de questionamentos entre dois irmãos que se perguntavam o que tornava um homem de um homem. Tal questionamento os levou a resposta: uma tatuagem. Eles tatuaram seus braços, cada um com uma imagem diferente. A mãe de um gostou mas o pai não.
Essa música quase nunca era incluida nos shows da banda. Apenas em Leeds, City Hall em Hull e no estádio de futebol Charlton é que eles cantaram essa criação maravilhosa de Pete Townshend. E agora para ouvir e compreender a letra, fica a música Tattoo.
Até a próxima semana!
Tattoo--The Who
Me and my brother were talking to each other
'Bout what makes a man a man
Was it brain or brawn, or the month you were born
We just couldn't understand
Our old man didn't like our appearance
He said that only women wear long hair
So me and my brother borrowed money from Mother
We knew what we had to do
We went downstairs, past the barber and gymnasium
And got our arms tattooed
Welcome to my life, tattoo
I'm a man now, thanks to you
I expect I'll regret you
But the skin graft man won't get you
You'l be there when I die
Tattoo
My dad beat me 'cause mine said "Mother"
But my mother naturally liked it and beat my brother
'Cause his tattoo was of a lady in the nude
And my mother thought that was extremely rude
Welcome to my life, tattoo
We've a long time together, me and you
I expect I'll regret you
But the skin graft man won't get you
You'll be there when I die
Tattoo
Now I'm older, I'm tattooed all over
My wife is tattooed too
A rooty-toot-toot, rooty-tooty-toot-toot
Rooty-toot-toot tattoo too
To you
'Bout what makes a man a man
Was it brain or brawn, or the month you were born
We just couldn't understand
Our old man didn't like our appearance
He said that only women wear long hair
So me and my brother borrowed money from Mother
We knew what we had to do
We went downstairs, past the barber and gymnasium
And got our arms tattooed
Welcome to my life, tattoo
I'm a man now, thanks to you
I expect I'll regret you
But the skin graft man won't get you
You'l be there when I die
Tattoo
My dad beat me 'cause mine said "Mother"
But my mother naturally liked it and beat my brother
'Cause his tattoo was of a lady in the nude
And my mother thought that was extremely rude
Welcome to my life, tattoo
We've a long time together, me and you
I expect I'll regret you
But the skin graft man won't get you
You'll be there when I die
Tattoo
Now I'm older, I'm tattooed all over
My wife is tattooed too
A rooty-toot-toot, rooty-tooty-toot-toot
Rooty-toot-toot tattoo too
To you
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