Por COMPUTERWORLD

Depois da lista dos filmes e também das 10 músicas mais conectadas de todos os tempos  – em que privilegiamos canções brasileiras e conhecidas – resolvemos lançar uma nova lista com as produções das bandas e cantores que lembraram da tecnologia na hora de compor, mas que não tocam sempre no rádio.

Também aproveitamos essa versão mais alternativa, conforme sugestão feita em forma de comentário no site do COMPUTERWORLD, para dar mais voz a músicas estrangeiras, não privilegiadas na lista anterior. Para quem ouve bandas de fora, no entanto, algumas canções podem ser familiares.

10. Long Distance Operator – Bob Dylan

Realizar ligações de longa distância de uma cabine telefônica é típico dos anos 20 nos EUA e ainda é popular por aqui, apesar de o País ter passado de 100 milhões de aparelhos no Brasil no início de 2007. Pode ser considerada altamente conectada, no seu tempo, já que ele pede com seriedade ao operador para completar sua chamada. Talvez Robert Allen Zimmerman, nome verdadeiro de Bob Dylan, fosse um bom adepto do celular nos tempos de hoje.

Long Distance Operator – Bob Dylan

Long-distance operator,
Place this call, it's not for fun.
Long-distance operator,
Please, place this call, you know it's not for fun.
I gotta get a message to my baby,
You know, she's not just anyone.

There are thousands in the phone booth,
Thousands at the gate.
There are thousands in the phone booth,
Thousands at the gate.
Ev'rybody wants to make a long-distance call
But you know they're just gonna have to wait.

If a call comes from Louisiana,
Please, let it ride.
If a call comes from Louisiana,
Please, let it ride.
This phone booth's on fire,
It's getting hot inside.

Ev'rybody wants to be my friend,
But nobody wants to get higher.
Ev'rybody wants to be my friend,
But nobody wants to get higher.
Long-distance operator,
I believe I'm stranglin' on this telephone wire.


9. Cell Phone's Dead - Beck

Parte do álbum The Information, o disco é conectado por ter sido criado com a proposta de ser interativo e por ter caído completamente na internet uma semana antes do lançamento oficial nos EUA. Produzido por Nigel Godrich, o CD já começa com a faixa que descrevemos aqui.

Cell Phone's Dead – Beck

Strange ways coming today
I put a dollar in my pocket
And I threw it away
Been a long time
Since a federal dime
Made a jukebox sound
Like a mirror in my mind
Control my worries
Fix my thoughts
Throw my hopes
Like a juggernaut walks
Now let-down souls
Can´t feel no rhythm
Sorry entertainers
Like aerobics victims
Hybrid people
Light a wooded matchstick
Toxic fumes and the
Burning plastic
Beats are broken
Bones are spastic
Boombox talkin´
With a southern accent
Voodoo curses
Bible tongues
Voices comin´
From the mangled lungs
Give me some grits
Some get-down shit
Don´t need a good reason
To let anything rip

Radio´s cold
Solar´s infected
One by one
I´ll knock you out
God is alone
Hardware defective
One by one
I´ll knock you out

Mr. Microphone making
All the damage felt
Like a laser manifesto
Make a mannequin melt
There´s people phonin´ in
Like it´s unlimited minutes
Going through the motions
Just to savor they did it
Treadmill´s running
Underneath their feet
So they feel like they´re going somewhere
But they´re not
So let´s put boots
On the warehouse floor
Comin´ to you
Like a rope on a chainstore
Throwing equipment
From a moving van
Grab a microphone
Like a utility man
Now fix the beat
Now break the rest
Make a kick drum sound
Like an S.O.S.
Get a tow-truck
Cause it´s after dark
And the dance floor´s full
But everybody´s double-parked!

Cell phone´s dead
Lost in the desert
One by one
I´ll knock you out
Eye of the sun
Is out of its socket
One by one
I´ll knock you out
One by one

This jam is real... that´s right

Eye of the sun
Eye of the sun
Eye of the sun

Ahhhhhhhhhh

8. Pyro technology – 8-Bit Operators

Na primeira versão das músicas conectadas, destacamos a banda alemã, Kraftwerk. Mas achamos que vale a pena repetir a dose e, para variar, trouxemos à lista um álbum que homenageia a banda dos pais da música eletrônica. O álbum “8-Bit Operators - performed on vintage 8-bit video game systems” além de canções do Kraftwerk, traz releituras de antigos campeões de audiência, como a subcultura hacker que criou o Sex Pistols e a Chipmusic, inspirada em computadores e videogames antigos.

Pyro technologies – 8-Bit

Pyro techniques.
Burn that shit all down,
Motherfucker.
Pyro techniques.
Burn that shit all down,
Bitch.
Pyro techniques.
Burn that shit all down,
Yay, yay!
We don't need no humans, let the motherfuckers burn!

Hanging curtains up and down the surrounding walls,
'Cause that's exactly what the fuck it is for y'alls.
With a blinding flash, I'll turn the club to ash
With a slight of hand and a burning match, bitch!
Board of Safety hate me,
When they pay me a visit I stand still,
So they may mistake me for a trashcan or a water heater.
I'm like the phantom of the high school prom cafeteria.

Just got a God damn shipment in of TNT.
Go buy me a glass of US lye,
And it's about time for the finale.
Are you ready to die, motherfucker?!
This suit will protect me as your ass burn up.
Off your fucking burning corpse, I'll light a big ass blunt
And yell big ass bluffs.
Blow the smoke in your face,
'Cause humans are a motherfucking God damn disgrace, bitch!

Pyro techniques.
Burn that shit all down,
Motherfucker!
Pyro techniques.
Burn that shit all down,
Bitch!
Pyro techniques.
Burn that shit all down,
Say what!?
We don't need no humans, let the motherfuckers burn!

I'm burning up all bitches that want and try to diss me.
Lighten up the carpet 'til you activate crispy.
When they all dead, I'm huntin' down the Kimota.
Kill his fuckin' ass then I go stoke Simota.
Don't give a shit about anything that breathes.
Torch this fucking club up before we rob your dead ass and leap.
I might fuck a corpse or seven on my way out.
Give the fuckin' Mormons and Midway a fuckin' shout out.

I'm gonna burn this motherfuckin' place down.
Your ass either already dead or face down.
Coughing all the way to the coffin.
The fireworks amazin'.
The death count awesome.
I do this often.
My heart be my job.
'Cause on earth- it's all about Iron Hog.
Fireproof; I speak the truth,
While your underwear smellin' like baby poop.

7. We Want the Airwaves – Ramones

Eles dizem que o rock n’roll precisa deles para ser salvo. Na opinião de alguns, ele já foi salvo.

We Want The Airwaves"

9 to 5 and 5 to 9
Ain't gonna take it
It's our time
We want the world
and we want it know
We're gonna take it anyhow

We want the airwaves
We want the airwaves
We want the airwaves, baby
If rock is gonna stay alive

Oh yeah-well all right
Let's rock-tonite
All night

Where's your guts
And will to survive
And don't you wanna
Keep rock n' roll music alive
Mr. Programmer
I got my hammer
and I'm gonna
Smash my
Smash my
Radio

We want the airwaves
We want the airwaves
We want the airwaves, baby
If rock is gonna stay alive

6. Mr. Roboto – Styx

Composta por Dennis De Young, a música ficou conhecida quando foi gravada em 1983 pela banda Styx. A canção, que faz parte do álbum Kilroy Was Here, é a mais lembrada do grupo e o refrão cita “Domo Arigato, Mr Roboto”, uma frase até então considerada improvável de sucesso. Assim como outros da canção, é um dos trechos que traduz sentenças do japonês.

Mr. Roboto - Styx
(Dennis DeYoung)

Domo arigato, Mr. Roboto,
Mata ah-oo hima de
Domo arigato, Mr. Roboto,
Himitsu wo shiri tai

You're wondering who I am-machine or mannequin
With parts made in Japan, I am the modren man

I've got a secret I've been hiding under my skin
My heart is human, my blood is boiling, my brain I.B.M.
So if you see me acting strangely, don't be surprised
I'm just a man who needed someone, and somewhere to hide
To keep me alive-just keep me alive
Somewhere to hide to keep me alive

I'm not a robot without emotions-I'm not what you see
I've come to help you with your problems, so we can be free
I'm not a hero, I'm not a saviour, forget what you know
I'm just a man whose circumstances went beyond his control
Beyond my control-we all need control
I need control-we all need control

I am the modren man, who hides behind a mask
So no one else can see my true identity

Domo arigato, Mr. Roboto, domo...domo
Domo arigato, Mr. Roboto, domo...domo
Domo arigato, Mr. Roboto, domo...domo
Thank you very much, Mr. Roboto
For doing the jobs that nobody wants to
And thank you very much, Mr. Roboto
For helping me escape just when I needed to
Thank you-thank you, thank you
I want to thank you, please, thank you

The problem's plain to see: too much technology
Machines to save our lives. Machines dehumanize.

The time has come at last
To throw away this mask
So everyone can see
My true identity...
I'm Kilroy! Kilroy! Kilroy! Kilroy!

5. Paranoid Android – Radiohead

Lançada na metade de 1997, o álbum do qual a música faz parte – OK Computer – é considerado como um dos melhores de rock da década de 90 por alguns críticos e fez o Radiohead plantar raízes como uma das principais da década.

Paranoid Android - Radiohead

Please could you stop the noise, I'm trying get some rest
From all the unborn chicken voices in my head
What's that...? (I may be paranoid, but not an android)
What's that...? (I may be paranoid, but not an android)

When I am king, you will be first against the wall
with your opinion which is of no consequence at all
What's that...? (I may be paranoid, but no android)
What's that...? (I may be paranoid, but no android)

Ambition makes you look pretty ugly
Kicking, squealing gucci little piggy
You don't remember
You don't remember
Why don't you remember my name?
Off with his head, man
Off with his head, man
Why don't you remember my name? I guess he does...

Rain down, rain down
Come on rain down on me
From a great height
From a great height... height...
Rain down, rain down
Come on rain down on me
From a great height
From a great height... height...
Rain down, rain down
Come on rain down on me

That's it sir
You're leaving
The crackle of pigskin
The dust and the screaming
The yuppies networking
The panic, the vomit
The panic, the vomit
God loves his children, God loves his children, yeah!

4. This is radio clash – The Clash

A banda The Clash recorreu a satélites piratas e transmissões roubadas para informar a cidadãos ignorantes sobre corrupção no governo e avanços rebeldes da queda de um regime opressivo. Mereceu um lugar na lista.

This Is Radio Clash

Interrupting all programmes

This is radio clash from pirate satellite

Orbiting your living room,
Cashing in the bill of rights
Cuban army surplus or refusing all third lights
This is radio clash on pirate satellite

This sound does not subscribe
To the international plan
In the psycho shadow of the white right hand
Then that see ghettology as an urban Vietnam
Giving deadly exhibitions of murder by napalm

This is radio clash tearing up the seven veils
This is radio clash please save us, not the whales
This is radio clash underneath a mushroom cloud
This is radio clash
You don't need that funeral shroud

Forces have been looting
My humanity
Curfews have been curbing
The end of liberty

Hands of law have sorted through
My identity
But now this sound is brave
And wants to be free - anyway to be free

This is radio clash on pirate satellite
This is not free Europe
Noh an armed force network
This is radio clash using audio ammunition
This is radio clash can we get that world to listen?
This is radio clash using aural ammunition
This is radio clash can we get that world to listen?
This is radio clash on pirate satellite
Orbiting your living room,
Cashing in the bill of rights
This is radio clash on pirate satellite
This is radio clash everybody hold on tight

A-riggy diggy dig dang dang

Go back to urban 'nam

3. I Love My Computer – Bad Religion

Nessa era de sociopatia cibernética, esta música dá foco exatamente a isso. Para todos aqueles que procuram companheirismo e gratificação nos pacotes de informação e sistemas ao invés dos parceiros, este é o seu hino.

I Love My Computer – Bad Religion

I love my computer
you make me feel alright
every waking hour
and every lonely night
I love my computer
for all you give to me
predictable errors and no identity
and it's never been quite so easy
I've never been quite so happy
all I need to do is click on you
and we'll be joined
in the most soul-less way
and we'll never
ever ruin each other's day
cuz when I'm through I just click
and you just go away
I love my computer
you're always in the mood
I get turned on
when I turn on you
I love my computer
you never ask for more
you can be a princess
or you can be my whore
and it's never been quite so easy
I've never been quite so happy
the world outside is so big
but it's safe in my domain
because to you
I'm just a number
and a clever screen name
all I need to do is click on you
and we'll be together for eternity
and no one is ever gonna take my love
from me because I've got security,
her password and a key

2. Killing Technology – Voivod

O nome do terceiro álbum da Voivod é também o nome de uma das músicas do disco. Lançado em 1987, foi o primeiro a ser adicionado ao som progressivo na gravadora Noise Records, especializada em thrash metal.

Voivod - Killing Technology Lyrics

Thinking about another project
How the hell are they gonna make it
Anyway nobody's gonna object
Even if they make shit
Now you better get wise
Lasers passing through the sky
For me there's no alternative
This sphere is a bad place to live
Growing technology
Fooling technology
Killing technology!!!
The star wars have started up
The new invention is coming out
Making a spider web over the atmosphere
To make them sure that we can't get out of here
Computers controlling your functions
Seems like we got electronic alienation
Trading children for a new kind of robot
Waiting for the old people to disappear
Growing technology
Fooling technology
Killing technology!!!
Use the killing technology
How can I destroy the enemy
Security plans are not easy to find
That's my generation, the nonsense time
You lose your function
You're just a substitute
You lose your function
Glad to see you change
You've got automatic moves
Take your pills to have energy
And sit down in your robotic living room
People are gonna progress
Who knows whether we'll get more or less
Some say it's the beginning of the end
Some say they've got our lives in their hands
Growing technology
Fooling technology
Killing technology!!!
Look at the chaos, how much does it cost
The circuits gleam
Push this buttom, memory runs
You're gonna pay for this
Ready or not, ready or not !!!
Tomorrow is the fear
The fear will come from the sky, from behind!
Tomorrow disappears
The fear will come from the sky, from behind!
Tomorrow is the fear
The fear will come from the sky, from behind!
We are connected...

1. Circle Jerks – Junk Mail

Sabe quando a sua caixa de e-mails enche de tranqueiras e você fica se perguntando como isso é possível? De onde eles tiraram o seu endereço eletrônico? Pois então, a questão se tornou tão crucial que motivou inclusive a banda a fazer uma música sobre isso.

Circle Jerks – Junk Mail

Where did they get my name?
It's always just the same
junk mail junk mail
I think I'll change address
I'm not a resident, I'm not an occupant

junk mail junk mail [twice]

Guess what I got today?
Envelopes I'll throw away
pamphlets, nrochures on clothes
samples, tampons, nylon hose

Junk mail junk mail

send it back from where it was send,
they must take me for an idiot
they can have it I don't want it
they can keep it, I don't need a
junk mail junk mail