If y'all have not watched this yet or if you have generally given up on the Hard Knocks Franchise you need to chick this out.
Brilliant editing - great back-stories.
A true roman-a-clef.
Trust me - have I ever led you astray?
Admiration for a quality or an art can be so strong that it deters us from striving to possess it. ~ Friedrich Nietzsche
If y'all have not watched this yet or if you have generally given up on the Hard Knocks Franchise you need to chick this out.
Brilliant editing - great back-stories.
A true roman-a-clef.
Trust me - have I ever led you astray?
| Why does God allow | Por que Deus permite |
| that mothers go away? | que as mães vão-se embora? |
| A mother has no limit, | Mãe não tem limite, |
| she is time without hour, | é tempo sem hora, |
| light that does not fade | luz que não apaga |
| when the wind blows | quando sopra o vento |
| and the rain falls. | e chuva desaba, |
| A velvet hidden | veludo escondido |
| on wrinkled skin, | na pele enrugada, |
| pure water, clean air, | água pura, ar puro, |
| pure thought. | puro pensamento. |
| Death happens | Morrer acontece |
| to what is brief and goes by | com o que é breve e passa |
| without leaving a trace. | sem deixar vestígio. |
| a mother, in her grace, | Mãe, na sua graça, |
| is eternity. | é eternidade. |
| Why must God remember | Por que Deus se lembra |
| - profound mystery - | - mistério profundo - |
| to take her away someday? | de tirá-la um dia? |
| Were I the king of the world, | Fosse eu Rei do Mundo, |
| I would create a law: | baixava uma lei: |
| a mother does never die, | Mãe não morre nunca, |
| she will always stay | mãe ficará sempre |
| with her child | junto de seu filho |
| and her child, though old, | e ele, velho embora, |
| will be little | será pequenino |
| like a maize grain | feito grão de milho. |
Now, the same idiots who flipped out about the “Criminal" video read that first lyric as some kind of porn-culture come-on, when the deployment of the cliche is so transparently hilarious misdirection. You don’t get farther than the next line before Fiona lets you know that she’s the one who has all the power. It’s the lyrical equivalent of beckoning a man to come closer only to slap him in the face when he does. And the way she continues to layer on the condescension throughout the song is just next-level. "1. Never use a metaphor, simile or other figure of speech which you are used to seeing in print
2. Never use a long word where a short one will do
3. If it is possible to cut a word out, always cut it out
4. Never use the passive when you can use the active
5. Never use a foreign phrase, a scientific word, or a jargon word if you can think of an everyday English equivalent; and finally
6. Break any of these rules sooner than say something outright barbarous