[[Pearl Jam – Army Reserve]]
Dopo i commenti al post di ieri stavo scrivendo un lungo post sulla finanziaria e le tasse, provocatorio come al solito, ma poi mi sono stufato da solo. Per cui, per oggi vi beccate questo pezzo di cui è da un po’ che volevo bloggare, dopo il concerto. E’ il solito genere della retorica dei fiori nei cannoni, ma è molto bello.
How long must she stand
Before the ground, it gives way
To an endless fall
She can feel this war on her face
The stars on her pillow
She’s folding in darkness, begging for slumber
I’m not blind, I can see it coming
Looks like lightning in my child’s eye
I’m not frantic, I can feel it coming
Violently shakes my body
Her son’s slanted
Always giving her the sideways eye
The empty chair where dad sits
How loud can silence get?
And mom, she reassures
To contain him – but it’s becoming a lie
She tells herself and anyone else
Father is risking his life for our freedoms
I’m not blind, I can see it coming
Looks like lightning in my child’s eye
I’m not frantic, I can feel it coming
Darling you’ll save me if you save yourself
