Ao vivo, para os vivos

Por André Forastieri

Os Beatles são maiores. Os Stones são maiores. Os Beatles e os Stones são maiores que a vida, maiores que o rock, maiores que nós.

“Nothing built to last”, canta baixinho Paul ao vivo no Saturday Night Life. Astros pop, yeah, descartáveis como planejados para ser. Mas tão durando. “It´s in the stars”, grita Mick no videoclipe, rejuvenescido por IA.

Indiscutível privilégio nosso, estarmos aqui pra presenciar eles cantando, tocando, compondo. Lançando inimagináveis, deleitáveis álbuns inéditos em 2026.

Nasci quase com eles, em 1965. Ótimos companheiros de viagem, desde minhas fitinhas cassete da infância; não posso desejar melhores.

Daqui cinquenta ou cinco mil anos algum estudioso da nossa era, historiador, arqueólogo há de fantasiar: como eu queria estar vivo na época dos Beatles e dos Stones.

E nós estamos.

“It’s In The Stars”

Some people seek their fortune on the turn of a card
Or throwin’ some bones in a whiskey glass
‘Cause if you wanna seek your fortune, you need a lot of luck
I was standing there when the lightnin’ struck

I feel a heavy hand
Tangling with my plans

mm
It’s in the stars, it’s our destiny
It’s in the stars, written you and me
It’s in the stars, it’s no mystery
It’s in the stars, written you and me

Well, there’s a poisonous cloud, there’s a sickness in the land
All the judges in their robes got their rubber stamps
Well, do you wanna dance till the roof caves in?
Yeah, and the guitars scream and the choir still sings

I feel a heavy hand
Tangling with my plans

hey
It’s in the stars, it’s our destiny
It’s in the stars, written you and me
It’s in the stars, it’s no mystery
It’s in the stars, it’s just you and me

yeah
It’s in the stars, it’s our destiny

yeah, yeah, yeah
It’s in the stars, written you and me, yeah
It’s in the stars, there’s no mystery
Yeah, yeah

It’s in the stars, in the stars, in the stars
It’s in the stars, in the stars, in the stars
It’s in the stars, woo-ooh-ooh-ooh
Yeah

“The Boys in Dungeon Lane”

Looking back at white and black
Reminders of my past
Smoky bars and cheap guitars
But nothing built to last

Nothing ever stays
Nothing comes to mind
No one can erase
The days we left behind

See the boys of Dungeon Lane
Along the Mersey shore
Some of them will feel the pain
But some were meant for more

Nothing stays the same
No one needs to cry
Nothing can reclaim
The days we left behind

We met at Forthlin Road
And wrote a secret code
To never be spoken
I stand by what I said
The promise that I made
Will never be broken

Nothing ever stays
Nothing comes to mind
No one can erase
The days we left behind

In the skies, the skylarks rise
Above the sounds of war
Since that day, I knew they’d stay
With me forevermore

‘Cause nothing stays the same
And no one needs to cry
No one is to blame
For the days we left behind
The days we left behind