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Oggetto: Patti smith...
Data: 25/10/2005 1.3.34
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Patti Smith > Radio Ethopia (1976) > Pissing In A River
Pissing in a river, watching it rise
Tattoo fingers shy away from me
Voices voices mesmerize
Voices voices beckoning sea
Come come come come back come back
Come back come back come back
Spoke of a wheel, tip of a spoon
Mouth of a cave, I'm a slave I'm free.
When are you coming ? Hope you come soon
Fingers, fingers encircling thee
Come come come come come come
Come come come come come come for me oh
My bowels are empty, excreting your soul
What more can I give you ? Baby I don't know
What more can I give you to make this thing grow?
Don't turn your back now, I'm talking to you
Should I pursue a path so twisted ?
Should I crawl defeated and gifted ?
Should I go the length of a river
[The royal, the throne, the cry me a river]
Everything I've done, I've done for you
Oh I give my life for you.
Every move I made I move to you,
And I came like a magnet for you now.
What about it, you're gonna leave me,
What about it, you don't need me,
What about it, I can't live without you,
What about it, I never doubted you
What about it ? What about it ?
What about it ? What about it ?
Should I pursue a path so twisted ?
Should I crawl defeated and gifted ?
Should I go the length of a river,
[The royal, the throne, the cry me a river]
What about it, what about it, what about it ?
Oh, I'm pissing in a river.
l'Etiopia, seconda patria per Rimbaud, una seconda casa...
forse mi manca
una cuccia
dove rinchiudere tutto...
Il Male
Mentre ogni giorno i rossi sputi di mitraglia
fischiano nell’infinito azzurro, e lì accanto
al Re che irride, scarlatti o verdi, in battaglia
i reggimenti al fuoco cadono di schianto;
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Poeti del Novecento
mentre ne stritola un’orrenda paranoia
centomila ammucchiandoli in fumanti resti,
- Poveri morti, nell’erba estiva e la gioia
tua, o Natura, che in santità li facesti! -
Vi è un Dio che ride alle tovaglie damascate
degli altari, all’incenso, all’oro dell’enorme
calice, e cullato dagli osanna s’addorme
e si ridesta quando le madri, angosciate,
lacrimanti sotto il vecchio nero berretto,
gli danno un soldone legato al fazzoletto!
