Sobre a praia na Costa, no fim-de-semana

I got bugs
I got bugs in my room
Bugs in my bed
Bugs in my ears
Their eggs in my head
Bugs in my pockets
Bugs in my shoes
Bugs in the way,
I feel about you
Bugs on my window
Trying to get in
They don't go nowhere
Waiting, waiting...
Bugs on my ceiling
Crowded the floor
Standing, sitting, kneeling...
A few block the door
And now the question's:
Do I kill them?
Become their friend?
Do I eat them?
Raw or well done?
Do I trick them?
I don't think they're that dumb
Do I join them?
Looks like that's the one
I got bugs on my skin
Tickle my nausea
I let it happen again
They're always takin' over
I see they surround me, I see...
See them deciding my fate
Oh, that which was once...
was once up to me...
Now it's too late
I got bugs in my room...
one on one
That's when I had a chance
I'll just stop now
I'll become naked
And with them...
I'll become one

("Bugs", Vitalogy, Pearl Jam)

PS - ó bichinhos, vão-se lá embora, que a malta quer ir prá praia ouvir os Poff Poff ao pôr-do-sol e curtir os anos da Loira!!

JH