guardastelle | Message In A Bottle

Avevo scritto un sacco di cosine riguardanti i Genesis, il video e l'album, ma splinder me le ha cancellate.

Ergo: Fanculo Splinder!
Domattina provo a raccogliere qualche idea ed a buttarla giù di nuovo.
Bah.

Per ora,
Genesis in The Musical Box
(tratto da Nursery Cryme, 1971)

(While Henry Hamilton-Smythe minor was playing croquet with Cynthia Jane De Blaise-William, sweet-smiling Cynthia raised her mallet high and gracefully removed Henry's head. Two weeks later, in Henry's nursery, she discovered his treasured musical box. Eagerly she opened it and as "Old King Cole" began to play, a small spirit- figure appeared. Henry had returned - but not for long, for as he stood in the room his body began ageing rapidly, leaving a child's mind inside. A lifetime's desires surged through him. Unfortunately the attempt to persuade Cynthia Jane to fulfill his romantic desire led his nurse to the nursery to investigate the noise. Instinctively Nanny hurled the musical box at the bearded child, destroying both.)

Play me Old King Cole
That I may join with you,
All your hearts now seem so far from me
It hardly seems to matter now.

And the nurse will tell you lies
Of a kingdom beyond the skies.
But I am lost within this half-world,
It hardly seems to matter now.

Play me my song.
Here it comes again.
Play me my song.
Here it comes again.

Just a little bit,
Just a little bit more time,
Time left to live out my life.

Play me my song.
Here it comes again.
Play me my song.
Here it comes again.

Old King Cole was a merry old soul,
And a merry old soul was he.
So he called for his pipe,
And he called for his bowl,
And he called for his fiddlers three.

But the clock, tick-tock,
On the mantlepiece
And I want
and I feel
and I know
and I touch
Her warmth...

She's a lady, she's got time,
Brush back your hair
and let me get to know your face.
She's a lady, she is mine.
Brush back your hair,
and let me get to know your flesh.

I've been waiting here for so long
And all this time has passed me by
It doesn't seem to matter now
You stand there with your fixed expression
Casting doubt on all I have to say.

Why don't you touch me, touch me
Why don't you touch me, touch me
Touch me now, now, now, now, now...

... a quest'ora, ero a casa di un mio carissimo amico, sul mio lettino, a riguardare questa foto, scattata qualche ora prima in quel dell'Alcatraz di Milano.

Era il mio primo concerto dei Nine Inch Nails.

Non che poi ne abbia visti molti altri, purtroppo mi sono dovuta accontentare dell'Independent Days di Bologna. Ma l'emozione di questo è stata indescrivibile. Sarà che ho passato più di 10 anni della mia vita con loro (loro? Lui!) nelle cuffie, ma mi sembrava veramente un sogno.

E' vero che mi sono piazzata davanti al locale alle 8 di mattina, ma ne è valsa la pena, anche solo per fare qualche foto così.
Io, la transenna ed il palco.
Ho ancora delle costole in ordine sparso, sono i rischi del mestiere.

Non avrei mai pensato che, a distanza di un anno, mi sarei ritrovata a parlarne davanti ad un piatto di cucina thai con la stessa emozione di quel momento, con la mia vicina di transenna... Conosciuta lì, a seicento e più chilometri da casa, scoprendo che in realtà abitiamo ad una decina di minuti di distanza. A volte i casi della vita sono davvero strani.