Soundtrack

Più che una soundtrack è una raccolta di un po’ di roba che in qualche modo c’entra con il romanzo.

“These are the days of miracle and wonder
This is the long distance call
The way the camera follows us in slo-mo
The way we look to us all
The way we look to a distant constellation
That’s dying in a corner of the sky
These are the days of miracle and wonder
And don’t cry baby, don’t cry
Don’t cry”

And I was standing on the side of the road
Rain falling on my shoes

I saw a newborn baby with wild wolves all around it
I saw a highway of diamonds with nobody on it

I went to an alehouse I used to frequent,
And I told the landlady my money was spent
I asked her for credit, she answered me, “Nay”,
Saying, “Custom like yours I can have any day”

It’s a long way to Tipperary

Ho visto l’orrore:

Six o’clock – TV hour. Don’t get caught in foreign tower. Slash and burn,
return, listen to yourself churn. Lock him in uniform and book burning,

Cellophane flowers of yellow and green
Towering over your head;
Look for the girl with the sun in her eyes,
And she’s gone.

Ma dopo un po’ di tempo la sua sicurezza
comincia a dare segni di incertezza
si sente crescere dentro l’amarezza

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