Alguém pegou no caixote das recordações da minha adolescência e o espalhou no meio das recordações de toda a espécie de gente. Fizeram uma vala comum de recordações , sem qualquer critério cronológico, digitalizaram tudo e chamaram-lhe… “You Tube”! Estou a usá-lo para recuperar as músicas que não ouvia há décadas e mesmo quando a qualidade do som é sofrível, é bem melhor que os meus vinilos empenados e as minhas cassetes roucas.
Hoje deu-me para recordar o grupo Magna Carta numa das suas melhores canções: “Lord of the Ages”, escrita por Chris Simpson, e editada em 1973.
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Lord of the Ages
Lord of the Ages rode one night
Out through the gateways of time
Astride a great charger
In a cloak of white summit
He flew on the air
Like a storm
Dark was the night
For he gathered the stars in his hand
To light a path through the sky
Rather hoofs of his charger
Made comets of fire
Bewitching all eyes
Beheld them
Lord of the Ages, nobody knows
Whether he goes, nobody knows
Below a dark forest in caves of black granite
The children of darkness dwelt in oblivion
Betraying one another in endless confusion
But the Lord of the Dark
Had bewitched them
From time’s first creation
The wise men and prophets
And all workers of magic
Had warned of the reckoning
The wind and the fire
And the plague of destruction that follows the path
Of evil
Lord of the Ages, nobody knows
Whether he goes, nobody knows
Far above the wide ocean and thundering rivers
Through the sun and the rain
The turn of the seasons
Rode the god of all knowing
While all around him celestial companions
Friends from the void before time was woven
Honour his crown with words of white fire
And carry his robes with light
Whether he goes, nobody knows
But in the peace of a valley
A young child was born
Filling the night with his crying
And an old man gave thanks to the lord of the ages
Who’s battle is not with innocence
But the birds of the air were silent
Knowing that time had come when time was forgotten
The waters were stilled
The mountains stood empty
And the cities were deaf
Long, long ago
Enough
Cried a voice
And the earth was awaking
Poor and the rich fell to ring of the fire
Death and destruction rode out together
Turning the world to a funeral pyre
It was the Lord of the Ages – Gathering in the harvest
I thank the Lord of the Ages – Gathering in the harvest
Oh, Lord – Gathering in the harvest
Gathering in the harvest (4,25x)
And from the blood and the thunder of men in their dying
His eyes dark with sorrow
The Lord of the Ages
Gathered in his harvest
Gathering in the harvest, gathering in the harvest . . .
But to the old and helpless
The weak and the humble
To the children of light
His words of compassion breezed on them gently
Dissolving the darkness across the great valley that rumbled with fire
And from the death and destruction
The Lord of the Ages
Carried the fruit to the harvest
To freedom
Lord of the Ages, nobody knows
Whether he goes, nobody knows

artigos publicados ao longo dos últimos anos. Roach foi um dos economistas que previu a crise a vários anos de distância (pelo menos desde 2004) e tem estado especialmente atento às interacções entre o “Ocidente” e a região asiática. Ao contrário de muitos observadores deslumbrados com as taxas de crescimento da China, Roach está pessimista com o futuro da região asiática. A única forma de evitar um crash económico e social será reduzir a dependência das exportações e… começar a consumir.








