Legião Urbana "Faroeste Caboclo" lyrics

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Faroeste Caboclo

(I)Não tinha medo o tal João de Santo CristoEra o que todos diziam quando ele se perdeuDeixou pra trás todo o marasmo da fazendaSó pra sentir no seu sangue o ódio que Jesus lhe deu

(II)Quando criança só pensava em ser bandidoAinda mais quando com um tiro de soldado o pai morreuEra o terror da sertania onde moravaE na escola até o professor com ele aprendeu

(III)Ia pra igreja só pra roubar o dinheiroQue as velhinhas colocavam na caixinha do altarSentia mesmo que era mesmo diferenteSentia que aquilo ali não era o seu lugar

(IV)Ele queria sair para ver o marE as coisas que ele via na televisãoJuntou dinheiro para poder viajarDe escolha própria, escolheu a solidão

(V)Comia todas as menininhas da cidadeDe tanto brincar de médico,Aos doze era professor.Aos quinze, foi mandado pro o reformatórioOnde aumentou seu ódio diante de tanto terror.

(VI)Não entendia como a vida funcionavaDiscriminação por causa da sua classe e sua corFicou cansado de tentar achar respostaE comprou uma passagem, foi direto a Salvador.

(VII)E lá chegando foi tomar um cafezinhoE encontrou um boiadeiro com quem foi falarE o boiadeiro tinha uma passagem e ia perder a viagemMas João foi lhe salvar

(VIII)Dizia ele: "Estou indo pra BrasíliaNeste país lugar melhor não háTô precisando visitar a minha filhaEu fico aqui e você vai no meu lugar"

(IX)E João aceitou sua propostaE num ônibus entrou no Planalto CentralEle ficou bestificado com a cidadeSaindo da rodoviária, viu as luzes de Natal

(X)"Meu Deus, mas que cidade linda,No Ano-Novo eu começo a trabalhar"Cortar madeira, aprendiz de carpinteiroGanhava cem mil por mês em Taguatinga

(XI)Na sexta-feira ia pra zona da cidadeGastar todo o seu dinheiro de rapaz trabalhadorE conhecia muita gente interessanteAté um neto bastardo do seu bisavô

(XII)Um peruano que vivia na BolíviaE muitas coisas trazia de láSeu nome era Pablo e ele diziaQue um negócio ele ia começar

(XIII)E o Santo Cristo até a morte trabalhavaMas o dinheiro não dava pra ele se alimentarE ouvia às sete horas o noticiárioQue sempre dizia que o seu ministro ia ajudar

(XIV)Mas ele não queria mais conversaE decidiu que, como Pablo, ele ia se virarElaborou mais uma vez seu plano santoE sem ser crucificado, a plantação foi começar.

(XV)Logo logo os maluco da cidade souberam da novidade:"Tem bagulho bom ai!"E João de Santo Cristo ficou ricoE acabou com todos os traficantes dali.

(XVI)Fez amigos, frequentava a Asa NorteE ia pra festa de rock, pra se libertarMas de repenteSob uma má influência dos boyzinho da cidadeComeçou a roubar.

(XVII)Já no primeiro roubo ele dançouE pro inferno ele foi pela primeira vezViolência e estupro do seu corpo"Vocês vão ver, eu vou pegar vocês"

(XVIII)Agora o Santo Cristo era bandidoDestemido e temido no Distrito FederalNão tinha nenhum medo de políciaCapitão ou traficante, playboy ou general

(XIX)Foi quando conheceu uma meninaE de todos os seus pecados ele se arrependeuMaria Lúcia era uma menina lindaE o coração dele pra ela o Santo Cristo prometeu

(XX)Ele dizia que queria se casarE carpinteiro ele voltou a ser"Maria Lúcia pra sempre vou te amarE um filho com você eu quero ter"

(XXI)O tempo passa e um dia vem na portaUm senhor de alta classe com dinheiro na mãoE ele faz uma proposta indecorosaE diz que espera uma resposta, uma resposta do João

(XXII)"Não boto bomba em banca de jornalNem em colégio de criança isso eu não faço nãoE não protejo general de dez estrelasQue fica atrás da mesa com o cu na mão

(XXIII)E é melhor senhor sair da minha casaNunca brinque com um Peixes de ascendente Escorpião"Mas antes de sair, com ódio no olhar, o velho disse:

(XXIV)"Você perdeu sua vida, meu irmão""Você perdeu a sua vida meu irmãoVocê perdeu a sua vida meu irmãoEssas palavras vão entrar no coraçãoEu vou sofrer as consequências como um cão"

(XXV)Não é que o Santo Cristo estava certoSeu futuro era incerto e ele não foi trabalharSe embebedou e no meio da bebedeiraDescobriu que tinha outro trabalhando em seu lugar

(XXVI)Falou com Pablo que queria um parceiroE também tinha dinheiro e queria se armarPablo trazia o contrabando da BolíviaE Santo Cristo revendia em Planaltina

(XXVII)Mas acontece que um tal de Jeremias,Traficante de renome, apareceu por láFicou sabendo dos planos de Santo CristoE decidiu que, com João ele ia acabar

(XXVIII)Mas Pablo trouxe uma Winchester-22E Santo Cristo já sabia atirarE decidiu usar a arma só depoisQue Jeremias começasse a brigar

(XXIX)Jeremias, maconheiro sem-vergonhaOrganizou a Rockonha e fez todo mundo dançarDesvirginava mocinhas inocentesSe dizia que era crente mas não sabia rezar

(XXX)E Santo Cristo há muito não ia pra casaE a saudade começou a apertar"Eu vou me embora, eu vou ver Maria LúciaJá tá em tempo de a gente se casar"

(XXXI)Chegando em casa então ele chorouE pro inferno ele foi pela segunda vezCom Maria Lúcia Jeremias se casouE um filho nela ele fez

(XXXII)Santo Cristo era só ódio por dentroE então o Jeremias pra um duelo ele chamouAmanhã às duas horas na CeilândiaEm frente ao lote 14, é pra lá que eu vou

(XXXIII)E você pode escolher as suas armasQue eu acabo mesmo com você, seu porco traidorE mato também Maria LúciaAquela menina falsa pra quem jurei o meu amor

(XXXIV)E o Santo Cristo não sabia o que fazerQuando viu o repórter da televisãoQue deu notícia do duelo na TVDizendo a hora e o local e a razão

(XXXV)No sábado então, às duas horas,Todo o povo sem demora foi lá só para assistirUm homem que atirava pelas costasE acertou o Santo Cristo, começou a sorrir

(XXXVI)Sentindo o sangue na garganta,João olhou pras bandeirinhas e pro povo a aplaudirE olhou pro sorveteiro e pras câmeras eA gente da TV que filmava tudo ali

(XXXVII)E se lembrou de quando era uma criançaE de tudo o que vivera até aliE decidiu entrar de vez naquela dança"Se a via-crucis virou circo, estou aqui"

(XXXVIII)E nisso o sol cegou seus olhosE então Maria Lúcia ele reconheceuEla trazia a Winchester-22A arma que seu primo Pablo lhe deu

(XXXIX)"Jeremias, eu sou homem. coisa que você não éE não atiro pelas costas nãoOlha pra cá filha-da-puta, sem-vergonhaDá uma olhada no meu sangue e vem sentir o teu perdão"

(XL)E Santo Cristo com a Winchester-22Deu cinco tiros no bandido traidorMaria Lúcia se arrependeu depoisE morreu junto com João, seu protetor

(XLI)E o povo declarava que João de Santo CristoEra santo porque sabia morrerE a alta burguesia da cidadeNão acreditou na história que eles viram na TV

(XLII)E João não conseguiu o que queriaQuando veio pra Brasília, com o diabo terEle queria era falar pro presidentePra ajudar toda essa gente que só faz...Sofrer...

A tropical Western

(1)He was fearless, the so-called João of Holy Christ.That's how everyone used to mention him by the time hehad lost his soul.Soon he would leave behind the boredom of a life in thecountry side,So that he could give vent to his hate towards Jesus forhis own existence.

(2)When he was small, all he dreamt of was to be a criminal,Specially when his father got killed by the bullet from asoldier's gun.He was the horror of the vicinity where he lived.Even the teacher in his school learned with him how itwas done.

(3)He came to masses just to steal the moneyThat old ladies deposited in a donation box at the altar.He felt that he was really different from everyone there.It was like that place was not the right one for him.

(4)He wanted to leave and see the sea for the first time,To know many other things he had seen only on television.He saved some money to afford a trip.Loneliness was his way of life, by own choice.

(5)He screwed around with every girl in town.The long practice on the-doctor-and-the-patient game made himthe master on sex at his early twelve.At fifteen he was sent to a reform school.The though living in there only nurtured the hate in himeven more.

(6)In no way, he could understand what life was about,Let alone the discrimination for his social backgroundand his color.Not finding an answer to all this, he finally gave it up.He bought a bus ticket and headed to Salvador.

(7)As he arrived there, in a break for a coffee,He met a humble cowboy, to whom he walked over for atalk.The cowboy held a ticket to somewhere and was about tomiss the trip.But João came to him like a salvation.

(8)The cowboy said "I'm leaving to Brasilia","No place in this country can be better","I need to go and see my daughter there","I can stay here and you go there for me",

(9)And João agreed with the man's deal.Sitting in the seat of a bus, he met the Brazilian capitalfor the first time.He was dumbfounded at the splendor of that city.Leaving the station, he could see Christmas's lights allalong the way.

(10)"Lord, what a beautiful city"."I've got to start working by the New Year's "."Working with wood, assistant in carpentry or whatever".He was earning few hundred bucks per month in Taguatinga.

(11)On Fridays he headed to the red-light district in thecity,So he could spend all the money from his honest hardlabor.He got acquainted with lots of interesting people.He even met a bastard grandson of his great-grandfather.

(12)He also met a Peruvian guy that had lived in Bolivia,and used to bring many bootleg goods from there.His name was Pablo, and he always saidHe soon would be starting a new clean business.

(13)João of Saint Christ went on working hard to his lastbreath,But the money could not even afford his daily meals.At seven in the night he always heard the news in theradio,Telling that the ministers were planing some new way toimprove poverty.

(14)But he did not want more promises and illusions.He decided that, following Pablo's steps, he was gonnafind a way out .Then, he thought up his most brilliant plan,And without any sign of guilty, he started a plantationof junk.

(15)It didn't take too long before the junkies in town heardof the news."He's selling very good stuff there".And João of Holy Christ enriched,and blew away all the peddlers in the neighbourhood.

(16)He made lots of friends and was often seen in the nightscene in Asa Norte.He went to rock and roll gigs to relieve his mind.But all of a sudden,Negatively influenced by the company of rich boys of theplace,He started his business on robbery.

(17)During his début, he lost his soul for good,Committing his very first mortal sin.On his account, there were violence and rape."Listen to me, I'm gonna kill you all"

(18)Now Holy Christ was a bandit,A fearless and frightening tough guy in Distrito Federal.He did not fear the police at all,Nor any captain, drug dealer, playboy or general

(19)()On a fine day, he met a girl.That fact made him regret for each one of his sins.Maria Lucia was a lovely girl.And Holy Christ vowed his heart to her only.

(20)He said he wanted to marry her.He took back the old carpentry business again."Maria Lucia, I will always love you"."I want to have a baby with you".

(21)Time passed until one day a man of distinguished classCame to his door with an unscrupulous propositionand a cash-in-hand reward for it.He said he would be waiting for João's answer soon.

(22)"Listen, I would never plant bombs on news stands"."Or in any school where children attend, I would never dosuch a thing"."I would never agree with dirty plots of any high rankcaptain"."who spends his days sitting in an office and fears tohis very core to be caught in the act.

(23)"You better leave my home right now"."Don't you ever play the smart with a man of Pisces,ascendant in Scorpio".But before leaving, the old man said, his eyes filledwith hate:

(24)"You're a dead man, brother"."You're a dead man, brother".And Holy Christ thought "These words will take over myhead"."I shall pay the consequences of it like a street dog".

(25)It was not that Holy Christ was totally right.His future seemed not clear, and he, then, took a day offwork.He got drunk to the uttermost and among the celebrationHe was told that his bosses had already hired another forhis place.

(26)Later, he told Pablo that he was looking for a businesspartner,And that he had some money available and wanted to gethimself a bunch of guns.Pablo should bring the bootleg stuff from Bolivia,And Holy Christ would sell them in Planaltina.

(27)However, it turned out that another guy, named Jeremias,a well-know drug dealer in the area, came into playAs soon as the man got wind of Holy Christ's plans .He was sure he should blow Holy Christ off the Earth'sface.

(28)But Pablo brought Holy Christ a Winchester-22 gun,And Holy Christ, knowing from early how to work a gun,Decided to not use it untilHis rival would get this war started.

(29)His rival Jeremias, or rather, a bastard junkie dog,That arranged a so-called Rockonha fest, just to turneveryone of the business in,Was the one who used to deflower innocent girls and fooleveryone,By saying he was a man of faith, but in reality, hedidn't even know how to pray.

(30)And for a long time Holy Christ had been away from home.The absence had begun to hurt stronger and stronger inhis heart,"I'm leaving right now, I'm gonna see Maria Lucia"."The time for us to marry has now come".

(31)As he got home, he could not help but weep.And then he committed his second mortal sin .Maria Lucia was now married to Jeremias,And they had had a baby together.

(32)Hate was all he was feeling inside.In turn, he challenged Jeremias for a duel."I see you at Ceilandia, 2 p.m"."Block number 14, see you there".

(33)"Pick any gun you like"."Because I'm gonna finish you anyway, you scummy rat"."And I'll kill Maria Lucia in any case"."That unfaithful chick to whom I swore my love one day".

(34)And Holy Christ did not know what to do,When he saw the broadcaster on the television,Announcing the duel in the news time,Telling everyone the scheduled time, the place of theevent and the cause.

(35)"Saturday, 2 P.M, OK, got it".On the date, everyone came to that established place towitnessThe perfidious shot that caught one of them off guard.And as he got the shot, Holy Christ started laughing,

(36)Feeling the taste of blood running through his throat.He looked up, saw some streamers, saw the people'sapplause,He looked at the man selling ice-cream, looked at thebroadcasting camerasSaw the broadcasting teams that were there capturing theevent,

(37)The memories of his childhood came to his mind.He also thought of all he had been through up to now.He decided that he had got to dance to the moment's tune."If my road to Heaven was meant to be a circus like this,so here I am all for it".

(38)And then the rays of sunlight blinded his eyes.That was when he recognized Maria Lucia's face,Right before him, holding his Winchester-22 in her hands.That same gun his mate Pablo brought him.

(39)" Listen, Jeremias, I am a man of honor, it's somethingyou never gonna be about"."I would never shot anyone from behind"."Look at me, you son of a bit*h, bastard"."Look at my dripping blood, come and hear my words offorgiveness".

(40)Holding his Winchester-22, Holy ChristShot at the traitor five times.Maria Lucia felt so much guilty .She also was shot dead and died next to Joao, herguardian.

(41)The people claimed that João of Holy Christwas surely a real saint, not quiting on his dignity evenat the time of his death.And the upper class in the townCould not believe their eyes watching the story on theTV.

(42)Anyway, João could never fulfill his wish from old times.It's just that when he moved to Brasilia to much latermeet his death,He wanted, actually, to have a talk with the president,And tell him to provide a help to all this populationwho never knew anything besides a life of suffering.

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