venerdì 26 novembre 2010

La Sposa Del Diavolo. Nutrimenti intellettuali #09. Giù nel passato.

Chiudere un cerchio. Un capitolo aperto anni fa e mai chiuso davvero. Ripescare una brutale innocenza. Rieducarsi. Riscriversi. Senza re-inventare. Citarsi per Conoscersi. Tutto Uguale. Tutto Diverso.
Uno standard da ripetere all'infinito riscoprendo infinite nuove vibrazioni.
Ritrovare la strada di partenza con occhi più saggi.
Scegliere l'incoscienza, la cacofonia, la confusione, il Caos.
Scegliere, appunto. Consapevolmente.
Senza subire.

"Hey, that cunt's not breathing I think she's had too much
Of something or other, hey, man, you know what I mean?

I don't mean to scare you But you're the one who came here
And you're the one who's gotta take her when you leave

I'm not being smart
Or trying to be cold on my part
And I'm not gonna wear my heart on my sleeve
But you know people get all emotional
And sometimes, man, they just don't act rational you know, They think they're just on TV

Sha-la-la-la, man
Why don't you just slip away?

You know, I'm glad that we met man
It really was nice talking
And I really wish that there was a little more time to speak

But you know it could be a hassle

Trying to explain this all to a police officer

About how it was that your old lady got herself stiffed

And it's not like we could help

But there wasn't nothing no one could do

And if there was, man, you know I would have been the first

But when someone turns that blue
Well, it's a universal truth
And then you just know that bitch will never fuck again

By the way, that's really some bad shit
That you came to our place with But you ought to be more careful around the little girls
It's either the best or it's the worst
And since I don't have to choose
I guess I won't and I know this ain't no way to treat a guest

But why don't you grab your old lady by the feet

And just lay her out in the darkest street
And by morning,
she's just another hit and run.

You know, some people got no choice

And they can never find a voice
To talk with that
they can even call their own

So the first thing that they see

That allows them the right to be

Why they follow it, you know, it's called... bad luck
."

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