auguri e mutande di ghisa
ma ti prego.... prova prima qualcos'altro, che so, l'omicidio di massa!oppure... ancor più assurdo, prova a rilassarti!
Heroin I don't know just where I'm goingBut I'm gonna try for the kingdom if I can'Cause it makes me feel like I'm a manWhen I put a spike into my veinThen I tell you things aren't quite the sameWhen I'm rushing on my runAnd I feel just like Jesus' sonAnd I guess that I just don't knowAnd I guess that I just don't know I have made big decisionI'm gonna try to nullify my life'Cause when the blood begins to flowWhen it shoots up the dropper's neckWhen I'm closing in on deathAnd you can't help me, not you guysOr all you sweet girls with all your sweet talkYou can all go take a walkAnd I guess I just don't knowAnd I guess that I just don't know I wish that I was born a thousand years agoI wish that I'd sailed the darkened seasOn a great big clipper shipGoing from this land here to thatAh, in a sailor's suit and capAway from the big cityWhere a man cannot be freeOf all the evils of this townAnd of himself and those aroundOh, and I guess that I just don't knowOh, and I guess that I just don't know Heroin, be the death of meHeroin, it's my wife and it's my life, ha-haBecause a mainer to my veinLeads to a center in my headAnd then I'm better off than deadBecause when the smack begins to flowI really don't care anymoreAbout all the Jim-Jims in this townAnd all the politicians making crazy soundsAnd everybody putting everybody else downAnd all the dead bodies piled up in mounds'Cause when the smack begins to flowThen I really don't care anymoreAh, when that heroin is in my blood, hahAnd that blood is in my headMan thank God that I'm good as deadAnd thank your God that I'm not awareAnd thank God that I just don't careAnd I guess that I just don't knowOh, and I guess that I just don't know( The Velvet Underground, 1967 )
e di consolazione odora già l'abitudine
Io non faccio facili associazioni di idee. Per cui vi prego, non fatele neanche voi. Una siringa non significa droga. Non significa suicidio. Non significa eroina.Non per forza perlomeno.Io non mi drogo. E non mi suicido.E se proprio dovessi farlo lo farei in un modo alla Anna Karenina. Platealmente come una lussuosa uscita di scena.Magari quella siringa è per voi. O per l'iraddiddio.O per i puffi.Ma che cazzo.
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