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mercoledì 19 Luglio 2006, 20:58

[[The Strokes – Vision Of Division]]

Concludo la parentesi sugli Strokes con una canzone del loro ultimo disco First Impressions Of Earth, che mi è rimasta in testa nel concerto e cade a fagiolo in questi giorni. Ha una strofa fatta di due frasi separate che si intersecano, seguiti da un ritornello che è una marcia nuziale al contrario in versione elettrica: ha una cadenza solenne da cerimonia, ma parla, come dice il titolo, della divisione; è dolce e straziante allo stesso tempo. E poi, una chiosa furiosa per distruggere il tutto.

Intimamente dedicato, ovviamente, a una persona specifica, e al modo in cui i suoi problemi si sono rivelati insormontabili per mancata voglia di affrontarli. It’s about time that you came through.

Sing me a song (You could be)
Tell me a tale (Just like me)
Don’t turn it my way (Happy and free)
I’ll turn it to shit (Happy and free)

All that I do, is wait for you
All that I do, is wait for you

I can’t get along with all your friends
I don’t know how to act, that’s all there is
Why do I accept the things you say?
You know what to change but not in what way

How long must I wait?
How long must I wait?
How long must I wait?
How long must I wait?
How long must I wait?

I am not you (We could have)
I’m almost through (Great success)
It’s about time (Such a success)
That you came through (At no expense)

All that I do, is wait for you
All that I do, is wait for you

I can’t get away from all your friends
I’m not coming back, that’s all there is
Why do I accept the things you say?
You know what to change but not in what way

How long must I wait?
How long must I wait?
How long must I wait?
How long must I wait?
How long must I wait?

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Un commento a “[[The Strokes – Vision Of Division]]”

  1. desmentera:

    E che dire di Ize of the world? E’ una canzone PERFETTA dal mio punto di vista, infatti al concerto ero alla soglia del delirio.
    La posto:

    I think I know what you mean but watch what you say
    Cause they’ll be try to knock you down in some way
    Sometimes it feels like the world is falling asleep
    How do you wake someone up from inside a dream?

    You mind would wonder and search for this place in the night
    You body followed this feeling like following light
    Once that your music was born it followed you ‘round
    And then it gave your activities meaning and let you be loud

    You’re sad but you smile
    It’s not in your eyes
    Your eyeballs won’t change
    It’s the muscles around your eyes

    An egg to fertilize
    A pulse to stabilize
    A body to deodorize
    A life to scrutinize
    A child to criticize
    Young adults to modernize
    Citizens to terrorize
    Generations to desensit…

    You’re dreams are sweet and obsessed
    And you’re overworked
    You’re over taken by visions of being overlooked
    How disappointed would D.I.D.I.P.P. be
    (Dead Idealistic Desperate Inventor Pioneer Philosophers)
    to see such our power in our hands all wasted on greed?
    I am a prisoner to instincts
    Or do my thoughts just live as free and detached as boats to the dock?

    Just like when music was born and detached from your heart
    Is your free time to free minds or for falling apart?

    Night after night
    You turn out the light
    You don’t fall asleep
    Right away
    “Are we… are we done?”

    A desk to organize
    A product to advertise
    A market to monopolize
    Movie stars to idolize
    Leaders to scandalize
    Enemies to neutralize
    No time to apologize
    Fury to tranquilize
    Weapons to synchronize
    Cities to vapor-i
    ________________________

    Ah, senti ti spiace se ti linko?
    Ciau

 
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