Come prima, più di prima, amica mia! :)

I seem to recognize your face
Haunting, familiar yet, I can’t seem to place it
Cannot find the candle of thought to light your name
Lifetimes are catching up with me
All these changes taking place, I wish I’d seen the place
But no one’s ever taken me
Hearts and thoughts they fade, fade away…
Hearts and thoughts they fade, fade away…

I swear I recognize your breath
Memories like fingerprints are slowly raising
me, you wouldnt recall, for I’m not my former
It’s hard when you’re stuck upon the shelf
I changed by not changing at all, small town predicts my fate
Perhaps that’s what no one wants to see
I just want to scream “Hello!
My god it’s been so long! Never dreamed you’d return!
But now here you are, and here I am”
Hearts and thoughts they fade…away…

Hearts and thoughts they fade, fade away…
Hearts and thoughts they fade, fade away…
Hearts and thoughts they fade…fade away…
Hearts and thoughts they fade, fade away…
Hearts and thoughts they fade, fade away…
Hearts and thoughts they fade, fade away…
Hearts and thoughts they fade…

A chi man mano sta sparendo

Hey you
hey you
I’m right here
Conscience fading
Can’t get through
Oh Lord
Helpless
Confused
Head swayed
Eyes glazed
And mine teared
She’s losing control
What can I do?
Her vacant eyes
Black holes
Am I losing you?

Ipse (?) dixit

Prima e dopo.

Io sono sempre più preoccupato…

Il muro

Ultimamente mi è ripresa la fissa per “The wall”. L’ho sempre visto con un occhi critico, un album che mi è sempre sembrato commerciale… coatto, per essere dei pink floyd. Però ultimamente mi è ricapitato di leggere tutti i testi di fila, tutti di un fiato, e sono la testimonianza scritta che Roger Waters è un GENIO.

Day after day
love turns grey
like the skin of a dying man

And night after night
we pretended it’s all right
but I have grown older
and you have grown colder
and nothing is very much fun any more.

And I can feel
one of my turns coming on.

I feel
cold as razor blade
tight as a tourniquet
dry as a funeral drum.

Run to the bedroom!
In the suitcase on the left
you’ll find my favourite axe!

Don’t look so frightened!
This is just a passing phase!
One of my bad days!

Would you like to watch T. V.?
Or get between the sheets?
Or contemplate the silent freeway?

Would you like something to eat?
Would you like to learn to fly?
Would you like to see me try?

Would you like call the cops?
Do you think it’s time I stopped?
Why are you running away?