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[77] Dias estranhos... vivemos dias estranhos

HAG, Storm force


Numa combinação algo forçada, os Doors e Franco Battiato (texto de Manlio Sgalambro) unem-se, com duas décadas de distância entre si, na mesma apreciação destes dias... estranhos.

Strange days have found us
Strange days have tracked us down
They're going to destroy
Our casual joys
We shall go on playing
Or find a new town
Yeah!
Strange eyes fill strange rooms
Voices will signal their tired end
The hostess is grinning
Her guests sleep from sinning
Hear me talk of sin
And you know this is it
Yeah!
Strange days have found us
And through their strange hours
We linger alone
Bodies confused
Memories misused
As we run from the day
To a strange night of stone

(The Doors, Strange Days)

**********

In nineteen fortyfive I came to this planet
Ascoltavo ieri sera un cantante uno dei tanti
e avevo gli occhi gonfi di stupore
I've seen many things in this part of the world
nel sentire: "il cielo azzurro appare limpido e regale"
let me tell you something
(il cielo a volte, invece, ha qualche cosa d'infernale).

Strani giorni viviamo strani giorni.

Cantava:
life can be short or long
sento un rumore di swing provenire dal Neolitico,
it depends
dall'Olocene.
where you go at night
Sento il suono di un violino
alone and walking alone through the grey sunday streets
e mi circondano l'alba
looking for someone
e il mattino.
the place was clean well lit
Chissà com'erano allora
I went in and I said I suppose I said
il Rio delle Amazzoni
whisky please
ed Alessandria la grande
the place was clean well lit
e le preghiere e l'amore?
two men in a corner were waiting
chissà com'era il colore?

I saw it from their hands
you look at the hands
not at the face
if you want to stay out of trouble

Mi lambivano suoni che coprirono rabbie e vendette
di uomini con clave
ma anche battaglie e massacri di uomini civili.
looking for someone
L'uomo neozoico
where you go at night
dell'Era Quaternaria.
strange days I lived through strange days
Nella voce di un cantante
si rispecchia il sole
ogni amata ogni amante.

Strani giorni viviamo strani giorni.

I've fallen into reverie
I dreamed a vague outline
the whisky flowed
sending me into the past
action roll the cameras
here comes a lighting tour of my life
the two in the corner didn't say a word

(Manlio Sgalambro, Strani giorni, in Franco Battiato, L'imboscata)

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