domenica 28 novembre 2010

Josh Ritter So Runs The World Away

Mentre cercavo gli ultimi lavori di Jason Collett, ho trovato, con ritardo, un album uscito a marzo. Un misto di amarezza e melodie più dolci. Il leaflet contiene tutti i testi (da 9 euro con la spedizione che è arrivata in meno di due settimane: pensare che hanno spedito un pacco da Milano il 15 novembre ed è stato fagocitato da Poste Italiane... la North Carolina è più vicina).

He opens his eyes
Falls in love at first sight
With the girl in the doorway
What beautiful lines
Heart full of life
After thousands of years, what a face to wake up to

He holds back a sigh
As she touches his arm
She dusts off the bed where til now he's been sleeping
Under miles of stone
The dried fig of his heart
Under scarab and bone
Starts back to it's beating

She carries him home
In a beautiful boat
He watches the sea from a porthole in stowage
He can hear all she says
As she sits by his bed
And one day his lips answered her
In her own language
The days quickly pass
He loves making her laugh
The first time he moves it's her hair that he touches
She asks "Are you cursed?"
He says "I think that I'm cured."
Then he talks of the Nile and the girls in bulrushes

In New York he is laid
In a glass covered case
He pretends he is dead
People crowd round to see him
But at night she comes round
And the two wander down the halls of the tomb
That she calls a museum
But he stops to rest
Then less and less
Then it's her that looks tired
Staying up asking questions
He learns how to read
From the papers that she is writing about him
Then he makes corrections
It's his face on her book
More come to look
Families from Iowa
Upper West-Siders
Then one day it's too much
He decides to get up
Then as chaos ensues he walks outside to find her
She is using a cane
And her face looks too pale
But she's happy to see him
As they walk he supports her
She asks "Are you cursed?"
But his answer is obscured
In a sandstorm of flashbulbs
And rowdy reporters

Such reanimation
The two tour the nation
He gets out of limos
Meets other women
He speaks of her fondly
Their nights in the museum
She's just one more rag now he's dragging behind him
She stops going out
She just lies there in bed
In hotels in whatever towns they are speaking
Then her face starts to set
And her hands start to fold
Then one day the dried fig of her heart stops its beating

Long ago on the ship
She asked "Why pyramids?"
He said "Think of them as an immense invitation."
She asks "Are you cursed?"
He says "I think that I'm cured."
Then he kissed her and hoped
That she'd forget that question

1 commento:

Valeria ha detto...

grazie per avermi fatto conoscere questo pezzo e il suo narratore :)

(passo ogni tanto e trovo sempre cose belle)