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Non e’ possibile! sono l’essere umano piu’ idiota dell’universo!

Tutta questa preparazione, ero sicuro di non aver dimenticato nulla, e invece ho lasciato la sicura inserita!

Potrei disinserirla mantenendo la canna in bocca, ma inizio a sentire dei conati di vomito, preferisco rilassarmi un attimo e cercare di recuperare un po di calma e di dignità prima di farla finita.

Questa volta disinserisco la sicura, tengo il dito indice lungo la canna, ben lontano dal grilletto, (non vorrei rovinare tutto sparandomi in un piede per sbaglio).

Chiudo gli occhi, respiro profondamente, cerco di recuperare un po di coraggio, ma non riesco a concentrarmi, sento un ronzio che viene dal pavimento, probabilmente c’era anche prima ma non ci avevo fatto caso.

Mi abbasso e vedo il lettore mp3 del collega che ho appena salutato, probabilmente lo stava ascoltando, poi gli e’ squillato il telefono, lo ha messo da parte e non si e’ accorto che gli e’ caduto.

Non so perche’, ma sono curioso di sapere cosa stava ascoltando, oggi mi ha sorpresoi con il suo comportamento, potrebbe farlo anche con i suoi gusti musicali.

Raccolgo il lettore, indosso l’auricolare e sento “Lithium” dei Nirvana, l’ho presa dall’inizio, devo assolutamente sentirla tutta:

Im so happy cause today
Ive found my friends …
Theyre in my head
Im so ugly, but thats okay, cause so are you …
Weve broken our mirrors
Sunday morning is everyday for all I care …
And Im not scared
Light my candles, in a daze
cause Ive found god
Yeah (x6)

Im so lonely but thats okay, I shaved my head …
And Im not sad
And just maybe Im to blame for all Ive heard …
But Im not sure
Im so excited, I cant wait to meet you there …
But I dont care
Im so horny, but thats okay …
My will is good
Yeah(x6)

(x2)
I like it – Im not gonna crack
I miss you – Im not gonna crack
I love you – Im not gonna crack
I killed you – Im not gonna crack

Im so happy cause today
Ive found my friends …
Theyre in my head
Im so ugly, but thats okay, cause so are you …
Weve broken our mirrors
Sunday morning is everyday for all I care …
And Im not scared
Light my candles in a daze …
cause Ive found god
Yeah, yeah, yeah(x2)

(x2)
I like it – Im not gonna crack
I miss you – Im not gonna crack
I love you – Im not gonna crack
I killed you – Im not gonna crack

Adoro il giro di basso dell’introduzione, ma non solo, tutto il brano mi ha sempre appassionato, anche se non c’entra niente con il testo, mi ha sempre dato l’idea di una musica che accompagna momenti importanti, la utilizzerei come colonna sonora se dovessi girare un documentario sulla carriera di un campione sportivo.

Ok adesso che la canzone e’ finita posso dedicarmi al mio scopo.

E invece non posso, la canzone successiva nella playlist e’: “O divina”, di Terence Trent D’Arby (oggi Sananda Maytreya) devo ascoltare anche questa.

O she comes in flavours
Like the kiss of a tangerine
And she comes in graceful
Animation like fantasy

Right there,right there,right there
Right there,right there right
O Divina perhaps you’ ve seen her
Or been her or are her

O she comes in waves of
Satisfaction that sing to me
And she understands that
Forgiveness is charity

Right there,right there,right there
Right there,right there right
O Divina perhaps you’ ve seen her
Or been her or are her

O she comes in lovely affirmations
Like ” yes you can ! ”
And her love is unconditional
And says ” you’re the man “

Right there,right there,right there
Right there right there,right
O Divina perhaps you’ve seen her
Or been her or are her.

C’e’ una cosa sola da dire di questo pezzo: e’ magnifico! l’ho sempre associato alle prime mattine di  primavera, quando ti rendi conto che l’inverno e’ ormai lontano, ti svegli ed il sole e’ gia alto nel cielo, l’aria e profumata, e senti di poter affrontare qualsiasi giornata, (adesso che ci penso la primavera e’ iniziata da poco e fuori la giornata e’ bellissima).

Ma cio’ che mi fa davvero adorare questa canzone e’ il fatto che l’autore si rivolge alla sua amata chiamandola “HER”, “LEI” anche per me la mia ex era “LEI”. Tutti questi pensieri mi hanno fatto ricordare che si tratta della nostra canzone, quella con la quale ci siamo innamorati e che ci ha accompagato in molti bei momenti.

Non ci sono piu’ scuse, la canzone e’ terminata, devo assolutamente spegnere quel maledetto aggeggio e finire il lavoro che ho interrotto.

Sto premendo il tasto per spegnerlo quando inizio a sentire un violino, si tratta dell’introduzione di “Hurricane” di Bob Dylan, non posso andarmene senza averla sentita un’ultima volta.

Pistol shots ring out in the barroom night
Enter Patty Valentine from the upper hall.
She sees the bartender in a pool of blood,
Cries out, “My God, they’ve killed them all!”
Here comes the story of the Hurricane,
The man the authorities came to blame
For somethin’ that he never done.
Put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a been
The champion of the world.

Three bodies lyin’ there does Patty see
And another man named Bello, movin’ around mysteriously.
“I didn’t do it,” he says, and he throws up his hands
“I was only robbin’ the register, I hope you understand.
I saw them leavin’,” he says, and he stops
“One of us had better call up the cops.”
And so Patty calls the cops
And they arrive on the scene with their red lights flashin’
In the hot New Jersey night.

Meanwhile, far away in another part of town
Rubin Carter and a couple of friends are drivin’ around.
Number one contender for the middleweight crown
Had no idea what kinda shit was about to go down
When a cop pulled him over to the side of the road
Just like the time before and the time before that.
In Paterson that’s just the way things go.
If you’re black you might as well not show up on the street
‘Less you wanna draw the heat.

Alfred Bello had a partner and he had a rap for the cops.
Him and Arthur Dexter Bradley were just out prowlin’ around
He said, “I saw two men runnin’ out, they looked like middleweights
They jumped into a white car with out-of-state plates.”
And Miss Patty Valentine just nodded her head.
Cop said, “Wait a minute, boys, this one’s not dead”
So they took him to the infirmary
And though this man could hardly see
They told him that he could identify the guilty men.

Four in the mornin’ and they haul Rubin in,
Take him to the hospital and they bring him upstairs.
The wounded man looks up through his one dyin’ eye
Says, “Wha’d you bring him in here for? He ain’t the guy!”
Yes, here’s the story of the Hurricane,
The man the authorities came to blame
For somethin’ that he never done.
Put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a been
The champion of the world.

Four months later, the ghettos are in flame,
Rubin’s in South America, fightin’ for his name
While Arthur Dexter Bradley’s still in the robbery game
And the cops are puttin’ the screws to him, lookin’ for somebody to blame.
“Remember that murder that happened in a bar?”
“Remember you said you saw the getaway car?”
“You think you’d like to play ball with the law?”
“Think it might-a been that fighter that you saw runnin’ that night?”
“Don’t forget that you are white.”

Arthur Dexter Bradley said, “I’m really not sure.”
Cops said, “A poor boy like you could use a break
We got you for the motel job and we’re talkin’ to your friend Bello
Now you don’t wanta have to go back to jail, be a nice fellow.
You’ll be doin’ society a favor.
That sonofabitch is brave and gettin’ braver.
We want to put his ass in stir
We want to pin this triple murder on him
He ain’t no Gentleman Jim.”

Rubin could take a man out with just one punch
But he never did like to talk about it all that much.
It’s my work, he’d say, and I do it for pay
And when it’s over I’d just as soon go on my way
Up to some paradise
Where the trout streams flow and the air is nice
And ride a horse along a trail.
But then they took him to the jail house
Where they try to turn a man into a mouse.

All of Rubin’s cards were marked in advance
The trial was a pig-circus, he never had a chance.
The judge made Rubin’s witnesses drunkards from the slums
To the white folks who watched he was a revolutionary bum
And to the black folks he was just a crazy nigger.
No one doubted that he pulled the trigger.
And though they could not produce the gun,
The D.A. said he was the one who did the deed
And the all-white jury agreed.

Rubin Carter was falsely tried.
The crime was murder “one,” guess who testified?
Bello and Bradley and they both baldly lied
And the newspapers, they all went along for the ride.
How can the life of such a man
Be in the palm of some fool’s hand?
To see him obviously framed
Couldn’t help but make me feel ashamed to live in a land
Where justice is a game.

Now all the criminals in their coats and their ties
Are free to drink martinis and watch the sun rise
While Rubin sits like Buddha in a ten-foot cell
An innocent man in a living hell.
That’s the story of the Hurricane,
But it won’t be over till they clear his name
And give him back the time he’s done.
Put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a been
The champion of the world.

E’ una canzone bellissima, si sposano perfettamente la melodia quasi country del violino, con il ritmo scatenato della batteria. Dylan l’aveva dedicata al pugile Rubin “Hurricane” Carter, accusato ingiustamente di omicidio e rimasto in carcere 22 anni prima che si dimostrasse la sua innocenza, un uomo che non si e’ mai arreso.

Questa canzone mi ha fatto sempre pensare al fatto che non bisogna arrendersi davanti alle difficolta’.

… Ma quello che sto facendo qui dentro si puo’ definire “arrendersi”?
No, non e’ arrendersi e’ un’altra cosa, o forse si, ma non me ne importa, ho deciso che lo devo fare e nessuno puo’ fermarmi…

Si c’e’ qualcuno che puo’ fermarmi, il quartetto di Liverpool, The Beatles con il loro primo singolo: “Love me do”.

Love, love me do
You know I love you
I’ll always be true
so please, love me do
oh, love me do

Love, love me do
You know I love you
I’ll always be true
so please, love me do
oh, love me do

Someone to love
Somebody new
Someone to love
Someone like you

Love, love me do
You know I love you
I’ll always be true
so please, love me do
oh, love me do

Love, love me do
You know I love you
I’ll always be true
so please, love me do
oh, love me do
Yeah, love me do
Oh, love me do

E’ una canzone allegra, spensierata,come i suoi giovani interpreti. Adesso che ci penso anch’io ero cosi’ da giovane, libero spensierato, non avevo grandi doveri e sentivo la gioia di vivere.

Ma cosa c’era di diverso da oggi? La musica c’e’ ancora, anche il sole c’e’ ancora, un sole che filtra dal finestrino di questo bagno, testimoniando che fuori c’e’ una giornata ricca di opportunità che aspettano solo di essere raccolte.

Sto iniziando a provare una strana sensazione, non riesco a spiegarla, e’ come quando ero piccolo ed arrivava il sabato pomeriggio. Intanto inizia “Just my immagination” dei Cramberries.

There was a game we used to play
we would hit the town on Friday night
and stay in bed until Sunday.
We used to be so free
We were living for the love we had
and living not for reality

CHORUS
Just my imagination (my imagination) (x2)
just my imagination, it was
just my imagination (my imagination) (x2)
just my imagination, it was.

That was a time I used to pray
I have always kept my faith in love
it’s the greatest thing from the man above.
The game I used to play
I’ve always put my cards upon the table
never be said that I’d be unstable.

CHORUS

There is a game I like to play
I like to hit the town on Friday night
and stay in bed until Sunday.
We’ll always be this free
we will be living for the love we have
living not for reality.

It’s not my imagination (my imagination) (x2)
it’s not my imagination, it was
not my imagination (my imagination) (x2)
not my imagination, it was…

ENDING (X2)
not my (x2) (my imagination)
not my (x3) (my imagination)
not my (x3).

My imagination… (until fade)

La voce di Dolores O’Riordan accarezza l’anima, mi fa ritornare in mente alcuni dei momenti piu’ lieti della mia infanzia come la fine della scuola e l’inizio delle vacanze estive.

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