Certa vez entrei num debate em rede social sobre Valesca Popozuda ser ou não ser feminista, e quando citei a P.J. Harvey no meio da minha reflexão que transpirava desconfiança depois que analisei a letra de uma música de Valesca escrita por um homem machista, alguém escreveu algo como "não venham com música gringa" no meio de argumentos bem problemáticas. Lembrei dessa situação ao ver este vídeo: 

Não quero, aqui, continuar o debate, só compartilhar a recordação de que ainda prefiro muito mais a P.J. Harvey. Amém. Lick my legs, I'm on fire. Lick my legs of desire, cantou P.J. em "Rid of me".

"All the lonely people Where do they all come from? All the lonely people Where do they all belong?"

Owner of a Lonely Heart - Grey's Anatomy

Forty years ago The Beatles asked the world a simple question. They wanted to know where all the lonely people came from. 

Eleanor Rigby (The Beatles)

Ah, look at all the lonely people
Ah, look at all the lonely people

Eleanor Rigby picks up the rice in the church where a wedding has been
Lives in a dream
Waits at the window, wearing the face that she keeps in a jar by the door
Who is it for?

All the lonely people
Where do they all come from?
All the lonely people
Where do they all belong?

Father McKenzie writing the words of a sermon that no one will hear
No one comes near
Look at him working. Darning his socks in the night when there's nobody there
What does he care?

All the lonely people
Where do they all come from?
All the lonely people
Where do they all belong?

Ah, look at all the lonely people
Ah, look at all the lonely people

Eleanor Rigby died in the church and was buried along with her name
Nobody came
Father McKenzie wiping the dirt from his hands as he walks from the grave
No one was saved

All the lonely people
Where do they all come from?
All the lonely people
Where do they all belong?