sabato, agosto 16, 2008

Francesco Guccini - Nostra Signora Dell'Ipocrisia

Pink Floyd - Comfortably Numb

Hello,
Is there anybody in there
Just nod if you can hear me
Is there anyone at home
come on now,
I hear you're feeling down
I can ease your pain
And get you on your feet again
Relax
I'll need some information first
Just the basic facts
Can you show me where it hurts?

There is no pain you are receding
a distant ship smoke on the horizon
You have only coming through in wares
You'r lips more but I can't hear why you're saying
When I was a child I had a fever
My hands fell just like two balloons
Now I've got that feeling again
I can't explain you would not understand
This is not how I am
I have become comfortably numb
O.K.
Just a little pinprick
There'll be no more aaaaaaaah!
But you may feel a little sick
can you stand up?
I do believe its working good
that I'll keep you going through the show
Come on its time to go
There is no pain, you are recading
A distant chip smoke on the horizon
You are only coming through in waves
Your lips move but I can hear what you're saying
When I was a child
I caught a flecting glimpse
Out of the corner of my eye
I turned to look but it was gone
I cannot put my finger on it now
The child is grown
The dream is gone
And I have become
Comfortably numb

Pink Floyd-Wish You Were Here (live)

So, so you think you can tell
Heaven from Hell,
blue skies from pain.
Can you tell a green field
from a cold steel rail?
A smile from a veil?
Do you think you can tell?

And did they get you trade
your heroes for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change?
And did you exchange a walk on part in the war
for a lead role in a cage?

How I wish, how I wish you were here.
We're just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl,
year after year,
running over the same old ground.
What have we found?
The same old fears,
wish you were here.

Così, così pensi di poter distinguere
il paradiso dall'inferno?
Cieli blu dal dolore?
Puoi distinguere un campo verde
da un freddo binario d'acciaio?
Un sorriso da un velo?
Pensi di essere capace di distinguerli?

E ti hanno portato a barattare
i tuoi eroi con dei fantasmi?
Ceneri roventi per degli alberi?
Aria bollente con una fresca brezza?
Una magra consolazione per il cambiamento?
E hai scambiato una parte da comparsa in guerra
con un ruolo di comando in gabbia?

Come vorrei, come vorrei che tu fossi qui.
Siamo solo due anime perse che nuotano in una boccia per i pesci.
Anno dopo anno,
correndo sempre sul solito terreno,
cosa abbiamo trovato?
Le stesse vecchie paure,
vorrei che tu fossi qui.

Wish you were here

martedì, agosto 12, 2008

Montevergine (Av) - 7 Agosto 2008



Questa rissa cristiana che non ha
se non parole d'ombra e di lamento
che ti porta di me? Meno di quanto
t'ha rapito la gora che s'interra
dolce nella sua chiusa di cemento.

Una ruota di mola, un vecchio tronco,
confini ultimi al mondo. Si disfà
un cumulo di strame: e tardi usciti
a unire la mia veglia al tuo profondo
sonno che li riceve, i porcospini
s'abbeverano ad un filo di pietà.

(E. Montale - Le Occasioni)

Un condensato di filosofia morale ..... in 10 versi