Mozzer!!!

HOW CAN ANYBODY POSSIBLY KNOW HOW I FEEL?

She told me she loved me
which means
she must be insane
I’ve had my face dragged in
fifteen miles of shit
and I do not / and I do not
and I do not like it
so how can anybody say
they know how I feel?
the only one around here who is me
is me

They said they respect me
which means
their judgment is crazy
I’ve had my face dragged in
fifteen miles of shit
and I do not / and I do not
and I do not like it
so how can anybody say
they know how I feel?
when they are they
and only I am I

He says he wants to befriend me
which means
he can’t possibly know me
the voices of the real
and the imagined cry:
“the future is passing you by
the future is passing you by.”
so how can anybody possibly think they
know how I feel?
everybody look / see pain /walk away
and as for you in your uniform
your smelly uniform
and so you think you can be rude to me
because you wear a uniform
a smelly uniform
and so you think you can be rude to me
but even I / as sick as I am
I would never be you
even I / as sick as I am
I would never be you
even I / sick and depraved
a traveler to the grave
I would never be you

Quanto dista? Quanto tempo?

Era il 1993.
Usciva Gentleman degli Afghan Whigs e non riuscivo ad ascoltare altro. Lo toglievo dal lettore, cercavo un nuovo CD e non trovavo nulla che potesse in qualche modo avvicinarlo. Ed io lo rimettevo su.
Quel suono carico, robusto, pieno, deciso.
Nulla lasciato al caso, nemmeno la copertina coi bimbi che sembrano adulti nella postura e nelle espressioni.
E' passata una valanga di tempo, ma, imperterrito, resiste.
Immutabile.
Dischi coevi sembra del tardo cretaceo al confronto.
Un disco che lascia il segno e degli inquietanti interrogativi:
"Quanto dista? Quanto tempo?"