martedì 14 ottobre 2008

Hold on, Jackson!


Non è che mi fossi scordato, ma non c'è stato il tempo. Però è successo. Il 9 ottobre, Jackson Browne ne ha fatti sessanta. Festeggerà passando anche per Bologna, e ci sarò perché mi ha dato delle emozioni.
E' uno che non molla. Entra tra i vecchiacci durascorza come Neil Young, come Van Morrison. Per dire, scrive ancora cose così (che dalle sue parti non piacciono a chi guida la baracca...)



Lives In The Balance

I've been waiting for something to happen
For a week or a month or a year
With the blood in the ink of the headlines
And the sound of the crowd in my ear
You might ask what it takes to remember
When you know that you've seen it before
Where a government lies to a people
And a country is drifting to war
And there's a shadow on the faces
Of the men who send the guns
To the wars that are fought in places
Where their business interest runs
On the radio talk shows and the T.V.
You hear one thing again and again
How the U.S.A. stands for freedom
And we come to the aid of a friend
But who are the ones that we call our friends
These governments killing their own?
Or the people who finally can't take any more
And they pick up a gun or a brick or a stone

There are lives in the balance
There are people under fire
There are children at the cannons
And there is blood on the wire

9 commenti:

Bruce ha detto...

No, adesso devi mettere anche i testi di Fountain of Sorrow, Before the deluge e cantare Running on empty, titolo poi che si lega alla tua precedente considerazione.

Bruce ha detto...

Dimenticavo, nel settembre del 2009, ne faccio sessanta anch'io. Sono della stessa età del Tarocci

Guiz ha detto...

Late for the sky

marco tarozzi ha detto...

per Bruce:

Looking through some photographs I found inside a drawer
I was taken by a photograph of you
There were one or two I know that you would have liked a little more
But they didnt show your spirit quite as true

You were turning round to see who was behind you
And I took your childish laughter by surprise
And at the moment that my camera happened to find you
There was just a trace of sorrow in your eyes

Now the things that I remember seem so distant and so small
Though it hasnt really been that long a time
What I was seeing wasnt what was happening at all
Although for a while, our path did seem to climb
But when you see through loves illusions, there lies the danger
And your perfect lover just looks like a perfect fool
So you go running off in search of a perfect stranger
While the loneliness seems to spring from your life
Like a fountain from a pool

Fountain of sorrow, fountain of light
Youve known that hollow sound of your own steps in flight
Youve had to hide sometimes, but now youre all right
And its good to see your smiling face tonight

Now for you and me it may not be that hard to reach our dreams
But that magic feeling never seems to last
And while the futures there for anyone to change, still you know its seems
It would be easier sometimes to change the past
Im just one or two years and a couple of changes behind you
In my lessons at loves pain and heartache school
Where if you feel too free and you need something to remind you
Theres this loneliness springing up from your life
Like a fountain from a pool

Fountain of sorrow, fountain of light
Youve known that hollow sound of your own steps in flight

Youve had to hide sometimes but now youre all right
And its good to see your smiling face tonight

Fountain of sorrow, fountain of light
Youve known that hollow sound of your own steps in flight
Youve had to struggle, youve had to fight
To keep understanding and compassion in sight
You could be laughing at me, youve got the right
But you go on smiling so clear and so bright

Jackson ha detto...

Running on, running on empty

Maurice Zevon ha detto...

people stay, just a bit a longer, we want to stay.....

Robert Zimmerman ha detto...

Schius' mi
Wai iou dont spik ebaut mi?

Zoky ha detto...

Uella, father of sgummo, why you don't answer to our question?
Is not good for you and for as

Il giovane Neil ha detto...

hold on hold out