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O piano dispara, reto. Titubeando entre dois acordes O mesmo acorde atravessa toda canção. Por baixo dele, diversos sons e intrumentos estão escondidos, lutando, sem sucesso, pra atravessar a densa camada montada pelas teclas frenéticas. A linha de baixo, a escaleta, o nervoso contra-tempo disco, programações eletrônicas tímidas, nada chega a superfície.

Nada a não ser a voz de James Murphy e a melancólica letra sobre amizade, trabalho e outros dramas inerentes a ter vinte e muitos anos. Entre faixas dançantes, de pegada funk e grooves escapistas do excelente “Sound of silver”, “All my friends” se destaca como, talvez, a melhor canção do LCD Soundsystem.

“All my friends”
LCD Soundsystem

That’s how it starts
We go back to your house
You check the charts
And start to figure it out

And if it’s crowded all the better
Because we know we’re gonna be up late
But if you’re worried about the weather
Then you picked the wrong place to stay

That’s how it starts

And so it starts
We switch the engine on
We set controls for the heart of the sun
One of the ways that we show our age

And if the sun comes up, and if the sun comes up
If the sun comes up and we still don’t wanna stagger home
Then it’s the memory of our betters
That are keeping us on our feet

You spend the first five years trying to get with the plan
And the next five years trying to be with your friends again
You’re talking thirty-five turns just as fast as you can
Yeah, I know it gets tired but it’s better when we pretend

It comes apart
The way it does in bad films
Except the part
Where the moral kicks in

Though when we’re running out of the drugs
And the conversation’s grinding away
I wouldn’t trade one stupid decision
For another five years of life

You talk the first ten years just as fast as you can
And the next ten people who were trying to be polite
Tou’re blowing eighty-five days in the middle of France
Yeah, I know it gets tired only where are your friends tonight?

To tell the truth
This could be the last time
So here we go
Like a saleshorse into the night

And if I made a fool, if I made a fool
If I made a fool of the road, there’s always this
And if I’m sued into submission
I could still come home to this

And with a face like a dad and a laughable stare
You can sleep on the plane or review what you said
When you’re drunk and the kids look impossibly tan
You think over and over hey I’m finally dead

And when the trip and the plan come apart on your hand
You can turn it on yourself you ridiculous clown
You’ll forget what you meant when you’re in your descent
And yet we knew you were tight with them

Where are your friends tonight?
Where are your friends tonight?
Where are your friends tonight?

If I could see all my friends tonight
If I could see all my friends tonight
If I could see all my friends tonight
If I could see all my friends tonight

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