Ascoltandola una calda domenica mattina, con il magone per le vacanze ormai finite, questa è una immensa canzone, struggente ed intensa. Quando si ha l'impressione che lo stereo e la musica sappiano chi sei.
“ I’m riding down Kingsley,
figuring I’ll get a drink
Turn the radio up loud,
so I don’t have to think,
I take her to the floor,
looking for a moment when the world
seems right,
And I tear into the guts,
of something in the night. You’re born with nothing,
and better off that way,
Soon as you’ve got something they send
someone to try and take it away,
You can ride this road ‘till dawn,
without another human being in sight,
Just kids wasted on
something in the night. Nothing is forgotten or forgiven,
when it’s your last time around,
I got stuff running ‘round my head
That I just can’t live down When we found the things we loved,
They were crushed and dying in the dirt.
We tried to pick up the pieces,
And get away without getting hurt,
But they caught us at the state line,
And burned our cars in one last fight,
And left us running burned and blind,
Chasing something in the night."
figuring I’ll get a drink
Turn the radio up loud,
so I don’t have to think,
I take her to the floor,
looking for a moment when the world
seems right,
And I tear into the guts,
of something in the night. You’re born with nothing,
and better off that way,
Soon as you’ve got something they send
someone to try and take it away,
You can ride this road ‘till dawn,
without another human being in sight,
Just kids wasted on
something in the night. Nothing is forgotten or forgiven,
when it’s your last time around,
I got stuff running ‘round my head
That I just can’t live down When we found the things we loved,
They were crushed and dying in the dirt.
We tried to pick up the pieces,
And get away without getting hurt,
But they caught us at the state line,
And burned our cars in one last fight,
And left us running burned and blind,
Chasing something in the night."
2 commenti:
Mi piace leggerti perchè ricordo quando anche io avevo le tue stesse sensazioni. Tornavo dalle vacanze ad Ischia ai primi di ottobre e tutti mi dicevano "che hai? sembri tornata da un funerale!"
Ora imparerò a giocare a bowling, mi sa.....
Che palle domani si riparte..
Splendido pezzo, da brividi, quante volte questa canzone l'ho ascoltata nei momenti più significativi della mia vita.
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