Penniless and tired, with your hair grown long
I was looking at you there and your face looked wrong
Memory is a fickle siren song
I didn’t understand
In the gentle light as the morning nears
You don’t say a single word of your last two years
Well you will be, you’ve reached the frontier
I didn’t understand, no
See your rugged hands and a silver knife
Twenty dollars in your hand makes you hold so tight
All the evidence of your vacant life
My brother you were born
And you will try to do what you did before
Pull the wool over your eyes
For a week or more
Let your family take you back to your original mind
There’s nothing I can do
There’s nothing I can do
There’s nothing I can say
There’s nothing I can say
I can say
Night falls and towns become circuit boards
We can beat the sun as long as we keep moving
From the air, stadium lights stand out like flares
And all I know is that you’re sat here right next to me
We rarely see warning signs in the air we breathe
Right now I feel each and every fragment
This paper trail leads right back to you
You say you need me to step outside
You spent the evening unpacking books from boxes
You passed me up so as not to break a promise
Scattered polaroids and sprinkled words around your collar in the long run
Said you knew that this would happen
Well this is something new but it turns out it was borrowed too
Why does every let down have to be so thin?
Rain explodes at the moment that the cab door closed
I feel the weight upon your kiss ambiguous
You have to leave, I appreciate that
But I hate when conversation slips out of our grasp
You spent the evening unpacking books from boxes
You passed me up so as not to break a promise
Scattered polaroids and sprinkled words around your collar in the long run
Said you knew that this would happen
Two bodies in motion
This is a matter of fact
It wasn’t built to last
Two bodies in motion
This is a matter of fact
It wasn’t built to last
You spent the evening unpacking books from boxes
You passed me up so as not to break a promise
Scattered polaroids and sprinkled words around your collar in the long run
Said you knew that this would happen
The pounding rain continued it’s bleak fall
And we decided just to write after all, after all
The pounding rain continued it’s bleak fall
And we decided just to write after all
Passò nella mente di Drogo il ricordo della sua città, un’immagine pallida, vie fragorose sotto la piova, statue di gesso, umidità di caserme, squallide campane, facce stanche e disfatte, pomeriggi senza fine, soffitti sporchi di polvere.
Qui invece avanzava la notte grande delle montagne, con le nubi in fuga sulla fortezza, miracolosi presagi. E dal nord, dal settentrione invisibile dietro le mura, Drogo sentiva premere il proprio destino.
«Medico, medico» disse Drogo quasi balbettando. «Io sto bene.»
«Lo so» rispose il medico. «Che cosa credeva?»
«Io sto bene» ripeté Drogo quasi non riconoscendo la propria voce. «Io sto bene e voglio restare.»
«Restare qui alla Fortezza? Non vuole più partire? Che cosa le è successo?»
«Io non so» disse Giovanni. «Ma non posso partire.»
«Oh» esclamò Rovina avvicinandosi. «Se lei non scherza giuro che sono contento.»
«Non scherzo, no» fece Drogo che sentiva l’esaltazione tramutarsi in una strana pena, prossima alla felicità. «Medico, butti via quella carta.»
Se non vuoi un uomo infelice per motivi politici, non presentargli mai i due aspetti di un problema, o lo tormenterai; dagliene uno solo; meglio ancora, non proporgliene nessuno.
Questo libro, scritto più di cinquant’anni fa, è di un’attualità sconcertante. Quella che mezzo secolo fa era considerata fantascienza, sta già diventando realtà. Ci avviciniamo, neanche troppo lentamente, ad una società in cui “gli uomini del fuoco non spegneranno più gli incendi, bensì li appiccheranno“.
Per avere un quadro completo di quello che ci aspetta, consiglio anche 1984 di George Orwell.
Oh it’s a mystery to me.
We have a greed, with which we have agreed…
and you think you have to want more than you need…
until you have it all, you won’t be free.
Society, you’re a crazy breed.
I hope you’re not lonely, without me.
When you want more than you have, you think you need…
and when you think more then you want, your thoughts begin to bleed.
I think I need to find a bigger place…
cause when you have more than you think, you need more space.
Society, you’re a crazy breed.
I hope you’re not lonely, without me.
Society, crazy indeed…
I hope you’re not lonely, without me.
There’s those thinkin’ more or less, less is more,
but if less is more, how you keepin’ score?
It means for every point you make, your level drops.
Kinda like you’re startin’ from the top…
and you can’t do that.
Society, you’re a crazy breed.
I hope you’re not lonely, without me.
Society, crazy indeed…
I hope you’re not lonely, without me
Society, have mercy on me.
I hope you’re not angry, if I disagree.
Society, crazy indeed.
I hope you’re not lonely…
without me.
