A pilulazinha entalada

Alanis Morrissette lançou Jagged Little Pill lá nos idos de 1996. Não dediquei nenhum tipo de pesquisa a esse assunto, e vou me basear exclusivamente no que ouvi nos 12 anos que esse cd incrível está no mundo.

Dizem, as letras são todas dela. Dizem, o cd foi lançado quando ela tinha 19 anos. Supõe-se portanto que são letras de quando ela tinha menos de 18, por aí.

Me espanta, até hoje, ouvir uma musica que mexe comigo por tantos lados diferentes; e eu nunca deixo de me perguntar: putz, como ela teve coragem de publicar isso? E putz, como ela conseguia ter uma maturidade, clareza e honestidade de falar isso tudo, tão feio e tão verdadeiro, com essa idade?

Alanis, você é foda. Pelo menos já foi. Hoje estou meio distanciada dos seu brilhantismo.

A letra que me socou no transito de seis e meia da tarde, diz o seguinte:

I want you to know, that I’m happy for you
I wish nothing but the best for you both
A younger version of me
Is she perverted like me?
Would she go down on you in a theatre?
Does she speak eloquently?
And would she have your baby?
I’m sure she’d make a really excellent mother

Cause the love that you gave that we made wasn’t able
To make it enough for you to be open wide, no
And every time you speak her name
Does she know how you told me you’d hold me
Until you died, till you died
But you’re still alive

And I’m here to remind you
Of the mess you left when you went away
It’s not fair to deny me
Of the cross I bear that you gave to me
You, you, you oughta know

You seem very well, things look peaceful
I’m not quite as well, I thought you should know
Did you forget about me, Mr. Duplicity?
I hate to bug you in the middle of dinner
It was a slap in the face how quickly I was replaced
Are you thinking of me when you fuck her?

Cause the love that you gave that we made wasn’t able
To make it enough for you to be open wide, no
And every time you speak her name
Does she know how you told me you’d hold me
Until you died, til you died
But you’re still alive

And I’m here to remind you
Of the mess you left when you went away
It’s not fair to deny me
Of the cross I bear that you gave to me
You, you, you oughta know

Cause the joke that you laid on the bed that was me
And I’m not gonna fade
As soon as you close your eyes and you know it
And every time I scratch my nails down someone else’s back
I hope you feel it…well can you feel it?

And I’m here to remind you
Of the mess you left when you went away
It’s not fair to deny me
Of the cross I bear that you gave to me
You, you, you oughta know

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