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