Queda Rua do Muro

“QUEDA DA RUA DO MURO”, A CRISE FINANCEIRA OU O GRANDE ASSALTO DO MILÊNIO

Oh, moon of Alabama
We now must say goodbye
We’ve lost our good old mama
And must have whisky, oh, you know why

PARA ACOMPANHAR OS DESDOBRAMENTOS:

PLUNDER: THE CRIME OF AOU TIME
CAPITALISM A LOVE STORY

TEXTOS E CONTEXTOS:

>>Le gouvernement des banques, Par Serge Halimi, Le Monde Diplomatique, 06/2010: http://www.monde-diplomatique.fr/2010/06/HALIMI/19180

>>PLUNDER: THE CRIME OF OUR TIME A New Film By Danny Schechter: http://www.plunderthecrimeofourtime.com/synopsis.htm

>>O Grotesco Sistema Financeiro Global: o caso da Grécia, por John Pilger, Global Research , May 20, 2010 / NewStatesman. Tradução em português aqui: http://imediata.org/?p=255

>>A ação de crime organizado contra a Grécia, por Hugo Harari-Kermadec e Catherine Samary (25/05/10), originalmente publicado em Informação Alternativa/Europe Solidaire Sans Frontières/Tradução- Esquerda.Net: http://www.cartamaior.com.br/templates/materiaMostrar.cfm?materia_id=16619

>>Do Império à Democracia, por Howard Zinn, Fonte: The Guardian
Tradução: Agência Imediata: http://imediata.org/?p=42

>>Oh moon of Alabama, por Franco Berardi: http://imediata.org/?p=39

>>Karl Marx manda lembranças, por César Benjamin, Fonte: Folha de S. Paulo (20/8/2009): http://imediata.org/?p=38

>>Desequilíbrios estruturais do capitalismo atual, por Emir Sader, do Blog do Emir, 11/09/2008: http://imediata.org/?p=37

Alabama Song (Whisky Bar)

The “Alabama Song” (also known as “Whiskey Bar”) was originally published in Bertolt Brecht’s Hauspostille (1927). It was set to music by Kurt Weill for the 1927 “Songspiel” Mahagonny and used again in Weill’s and Brecht’s 1930 opera Rise and Fall of the City of Mahagonny

Well, show me the way
To the next whisky bar
Oh, don’t ask why
Oh, don’t ask why

Show me the way
To the next whisky bar
Oh, don’t ask why
Oh, don’t ask why

For if we don’t find
The next whisky bar
I tell you we must die
I tell you we must die
I tell you, I tell you
I tell you we must die

Oh, moon of Alabama
We now must say goodbye
We’ve lost our good old mama
And must have whisky, oh, you know why

Oh, moon of Alabama
We now must say goodbye
We’ve lost our good old mama
And must have whisky, oh, you know why

Well, show me the way
To the next little girl
Oh, don’t ask why
Oh, don’t ask why

Show me the way
To the next little girl
Oh, don’t ask why
Oh, don’t ask why

For if we don’t find
The next little girl
I tell you we must die
I tell you we must die
I tell you, I tell you
I tell you we must die

Oh, moon of Alabama
We now must say goodbye
We’ve lost our good old mama
And must have whisky, oh, you know why

 
 

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