The first step in tidying my room

Vigilia di Ognissanti. Halloween. Piove, diluvia. “Non può piovere per sempre…”

“He was already dead. He died a year ago the moment he touched her.
They’re all dead. They just don’t know it yet.”

Era dalla Turchia che non godevo di una notte simile. Limpida e stupenda. Le sommità dei larici fatte lunghe, affusolate dita ad accarezzar le stelle. Troppe stelle, quante volte ho iniziato a contarle?

‘notte

P.

Cara Valentina il tempo non fa il suo dovere
e a volte peggiora le cose
credimi pensavo davvero di avere superato
il momento difficile
ed ancora adesso non mi è chiaro lo sbaglio che ho fatto
se il vero sbaglio è stato il mio
perchè dai miei trent’anni ti aspettavi un uomo
col senso del dovere
perchè chi s’innamora non deve dirlo a nessuno
oppure un’imprudente enfatica demenza
nel farti le carezze girata dall’altra parte
Ho la strana sensazione di un amore acceso
esploso troppo presto fra le mani
e cara Valentina che fatica innaturale perdonare a me stesso
di essere io di essere fatto così male
cara Valentina il tempo non fa il suo dovere
e a volte peggiora le cose

Per esempio non è vero
che poi mi dilungo spesso
su un solo argomento…

[Max Gazzé]

..’sti fanciulli mi suonano parecchio congeniali ultimamente. :-)

You must die I alone am best!

I hope ya flip some guy the bird
He cuts you off and youre forced to swerve
In front of the beatles tour bus
A bookmobile and a mack truck
Hauling hazardous biological waste
The light turns red you have no brakes
And hard copy gets it all on tape
So you can see the look on your face

Die die die die die die die
Die die die die die die die

I hope your pinto begins to spin
Takes out a disabled vietnam veteran
Mows down a nobel peace prize winner
And maybe some orphans having christmas dinner
Perhaps even the british royal family
And the rabbi thats clutching the bottle-fed puppy
And we cant forget the newlyweds
And those jerrys kids are as good as dead

I hope this helps to emphasize
I hope this helps to clarify
I hope you die

I hope your cellmate thinks hes god
But c.n.n. refer to him as bowling ball bag bob
Serving time again for abuse of a corpse
Only this time the victims a clydesdale horse
While he masturbates to photos of livestock
He does the silence of the lambs dance to christian rock
Eats feces and quotes from deliverance
And fights with his imaginary playmate vince

Die die die die die die die
Die die die die die die die

I hope he grins like jack nicholson
And forces you to play a game called balls on chin
And whatever happens next is all a blur
But you remember fist can be a verb
And when you finally regain consciousness
Youre bound and gagged in a wedding dress
And the prison guard looks the other way
cause hes the guy ya flipped the bird the other day

I hope this helps to emphasize
I hope this helps to clarify
I hope you die

I hope you die.

[Bloodhound Gang]

Di cuore, ti auguro il peggio che la tua stronza vita possa riservarti.

‘notte

P.

The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire,
The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire,
The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire,
We don’t need no water let the motherfucker burn,
Burn motherfucker burn.

Hello my name is Jimmy Pop and I’m a dumb white guy,
I’m not old or new but middle school fifth grade like junior high,
I don’t know mofo if y’all peeps be buggin’ give props to my ho cause she all fly,
But I can take the heat cause I’m the other white meat known as ‘Kid Funky Fried’,
Yeah I’m hung like planet Pluto hard to see with the naked eye,
But if I crashed into Uranus I would stick it where the sun don’t shine,
Cause I’m kind of like Han Solo always stroking my own wookie,
I’m the root of all that’s evil yeah but you can call me cookie,
The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire,
The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire,
The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire,
We don’t need no water let the motherfucker burn,
Burn motherfucker burn.

Yo yo this hard-core ghetto gangster image takes a lot of practice,
I’m not black like Barry White no I am white like Frank Black is,
So if man is five and the devil is six than that must make me seven,
This honkey’s gone to heaven,
But if I go to hell then I hope I burn well,
I’ll spend my days with J.F.K., Marvin Gaye, Martha Raye, and Lawrence Welk,
And Kurt Cobain, Kojak, Mark Twain and Jimi Hendrix’s poltergeist,
And Webster yeah Emmanuel Lewis cause he’s the anti-christ,
The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire,
The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire,
The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire,
We don’t need no water let the motherfucker burn,
Burn motherfucker burn.

Everybody here we go,
Ohh Ohh,
C’mon party people,
Ohh Ohh,
Throw your hands in the air,
Ohh Ohh,
C’mon party people,
Ohh Ohh,
Wave ‘em like you don’t care,
Ohh Ohh,
C’mon party people,
Ohh Ohh,
Everbody say ho,
Ohh Ohh,
C’mon party people,

Ohh Ohh,
Everybody here we go.

Sì, siamo i migliori.

Shakedown 1979
Cool kids never have the time
On a live wire right up off the street
You and I should meet
Junebug skipping like a stone
With the headlights pointed at the dawn
We were sure we’d never see an end to it all

And I don’t even care to shake these zipper blues
And we don’t know
Just where our bones will rest
To dust I guess
Forgotten and absorbed into the earth below

Double cross the vacant and the bored
They’re not sure just what we have in store
Morphine city slippin’ dues down to see

That we don’t even care as restless as we are
We feel the pull in the land of a thousand guilts
And poured cement, lamented and assured
To the lights and towns below
Faster than the speed of sound
Faster than we thought we’d go
Beneath the sound of hope

Justine never knew the rules,
Hung down with the freaks and the ghouls
No apologies ever need be made
I know you better than you fake it to see

That we don’t even care to shake these zipper blues
And we don’t know just where our bones will rest
To dust I guess
Forgotten and absorbed into the earth below
The street heats the urgency of now
As you see there’s no one around

[1979 - Smashing Pumpkins]

Auguri. Perdonami

***

P.

“I know the year is dying,
Soon the summer will be dead.
I can trace it in the flying
Of the black crows overhead;
I can hear it in the rustle
Of the dead leaves as I pass,
And the south wind’s plaintive sighing
Through the dry and withered grass.

Ah, ’tis then I love to wander,
Wander idly and alone,
Listening to the solemn music
Of sweet nature’s undertone;
Wrapt in thoughts I cannot utter,
Dreams my tongue cannot express,
Dreams that match the autumn’s sadness
In their longing tenderness.”

[M. C. Brown]

Ho parecchio da scrivere. Davvero parecchie cose. Con calma, quasi stupito da quante idee e pensieri possano riempire una lunga notte di metà ottobre, con calma fermerò tutto.

Non compiamo mai per l’ultima volta senza provare tristezza ciò che siamo abituati da lungo tempo a fare.
[Baudelaire]

Questa notte non si dorme. Quattro e venti, è domenica da un pezzo ormai. Quanti pensieri, quanti sospiri. Qualcuno sarà ormai vuoto di lacrime vere, brutti momenti, più di un pensiero è anche per voi in questo frangente. Io vorrei essere altrove.

***

P.

[..passata per caso, un'ora fa?!]

Time is never time at all
You can never ever leave, without leaving a piece of youth
And our lives are forever changed
We will never be the same
The more you change the less you feel

Believe, believe in me, believe, believe!
That life can change, that you’re not stuck in vain
We’re not the same, we’re different.
Tonight, tonight, tonight
So bright
Tonight, tonight

And you know you’re never sure
But you’re sure you could be right
If you held yourself up to the light
And the embers never fade, in your city by the lake
The place where you were born

Believe, believe in me, believe, believe!
In the resolute urgency of now
And if you believe there’s not a chance tonight
Tonight, tonight, tonight
So bright tonight, tonight!

We’ll crucify the insincere tonight (Tonight)
We’ll make things right, we’ll feel it all tonight (Tonight)
We’ll find a way to offer up the night (Tonight)
The indescribable moments of your life (Tonight)
The impossible is possible tonight (Tonight)
Believe in me as I believe in you,
Tonight, tonight, tonight,
Tonight
Tonight…

[Smashing Pumpkins]

..livida di pioggia, dopo i giorni scorsi così belli. La voce calda e roca di Paola Maugeri introduceva questa, stamane poco dopo le otto.

I am a one way motorway
I’m the one that drives away
Then follows you back home
I am a street light shining
I’m a wild light blinding bright
Burning off alone

It’s times like these you learn to live again
It’s times like these you give and give again
It’s times like these you learn to love again
It’s times like these time and time again

[Foo Fighters]

Cosa c’entra questo cielo lucido
Che non è mai stato così blu
E che se ne frega delle nuvole
Mentre qui manchi tu

Pomeriggio spompo di domenica
Come fanno gli altri a stare su
Non arriva neanche un po’ di musica
Quando qui manchi tu

E adesso che sei dovunque sei
Chissà se ti arriva il mio pensiero
Chissà se ne ridi o se ti fa piacere

Cosa c’entra quel tramonto inutile
Non ha l’aria di finire più
E ci tiene a dare il suo spettacolo
Mentre qui manchi tu

Così solo da provare panico
E c’è qualcun’altra qui con me..
Devo avere proprio un’aria stupida
Sai com’è.. manchi te

E adesso che sei dovunque sei
Chissà se ti arriva il mio pensiero
Chissà se ne ridi o se ti fa piacere

E adesso che sei dovunque sei
Ridammelo indietro il mio pensiero
Deve esserci un modo per lasciarmi andare

Cosa c’entra questa notte giovane
Non mi cambia niente la tv
E che tristezza che mi fa quel comico
Quando qui manchi tu

E adesso che sei dovunque sei
Chissà se ti arriva il mio pensiero
Chissà se ne ridi o se ti fa piacere

E adesso che sei dovunque sei
Ridammelo indietro il mio pensiero
Deve esserci un modo per lasciarmi andare

[Ligabue]

“Vado a sbrigare delle commissioni”. Tormenta sulle cime, aria di ottobre, bello guidare tornando a casa..

Sucker love is Heaven sent.
You pucker up, our passion’s spent.
My heart’s a tart, your body’s rent.
My body’s broken, yours is bent.

[Placebo]

Mezzanotte meno dieci. Sono ubriaco come non mi capitava da anni. Da una notte di halloween, per essere precisi… dove l’alcool mi aveva fatto bruciare le sopracciglia bruciando l’alcool del vin brulè, dove ero uscito sbandando da una casa che avevo sentivo un poco mia - capitemi – in quei frangenti. Dove un amico mi aveva guardato negli occhi e mi aveva fatto intendere tutto, tutto già scritto. Quanto tempo. Questa sera avevo accanto persone speciali attorno al tavolo, esperienza vissuta, disillusione, concretezza.  Spumante e sambuca per condire il tutto. Mi sento vero.

Ho le idee chiare. So chi sono ed è buon punto da cui (ri)partire.

Tra le curve, da ritiro della patente ma con un’insospettata lucidità mi accompagnava lei.

You shake my nerves and you rattle my brain
Too much love drives a man insane
You broke my will, but what a thrill
Goodness, gracious, great balls of fire
I laughed at love ’cause I thought it was funny
You came along and moved me honey
I’ve changed my mind, your love is fine
Goodness, gracious, great balls of fire
Kiss me baby, woo! it feels good…
Hold me baby
I want to love you like a lover should
You’re fine, so kind
I want to tell the world you’re mine mine mine mine
I chew my nails and I twiddle my thumbs
I’m real nervous, but it sure is fun
Come on baby, drive my crazy
Goodness, gracious, great balls of fire!

Woo!
Kiss me baby, woo! it feels good…
Hold me baby
I want to love you like a lover should
You’re fine, so kind
I want to tell the world you’re mine mine mine mine
I chew my nails and I twiddle my thumbs
I’m real nervous, but it sure is fun
Come on baby, drive my crazy
Goodness, gracious, great balls of fire!
Woo!

[J. L. Lewis]

[perdonate grammatica e forma]