giovedì 22 febbraio 2007
Ecco un testo che si addice molto bene al mio umore odierno... Peter Hammill non è mai stato un ottimista, né le sue liriche si sono mai prestate ad essere canticchiate sotto la doccia; qui però rischia davvero di passare per nichilista!!!
PETER HAMMILL - Betrayed (da "Over", 1976)
When I began I was full of altruistic dreams
believed in princes and princesses, kings and queens
Now I find they're all human inside
all bitterness and pride
so why shouldn't I be like that too?
It seems that I've forgotten all I tried so hard to learn
it seems there's not an ounce of love or trust
anywhere in the world
Friends - they're all harbouring knives
to embed in your back out of revenge, or spite
or indifference, or lack of other things to do
In the end - just who's going to be a friend for you
when they kick you in the guts just as your hand holds out the pearl?
It seems that there is nothing left but hatred and lust in the world
I don't give a damn anymore - I've only wound up betrayed
it's all been absolutely worthless
all the efforts I've made to be gentle and kind
are repaid with contempt
degraded by sympathy and worthless kindness
and love that isn't meant.
I'm through with joy and company, I've done with pretty words
Betrayed - there's no hiding-place, anywhere in the world
I've nothing left to fight for, except making my passion heard:
I DON'T BELIEVE IN ANYTHING ANYWHERE IN THE WORLD!