Come fra le giostre …

Ho sempre vissuto l’ascolto di questo gruppo come una sorta di ingresso libero al Luna Park. Passeggiare per le varie giostre illuminate e rumorose, luci intermittenti tra suoni e risate incontenibili, chiacchiere fra amici a voce alta, urla sfrenate e tanta ma tanta follia, libertà e divertimento. Ho sempre vissuto così gli Arctic Monkeys, gruppo di spicco del post punk revival britannico. Sarà per colpa dello spirito goliardico e divertente e coinvolgente di Alex Turner

Buona serata.

Dall’ album Humbug del 2009

Outside the cafe by the cracker factory You were practicing a magic trick And my thoughts got rude, as you talked and chewed On the last of your pick and mix Said you’re mistaken if you’re thinking that I haven’t been caught cold before As you bit into your strawberry lace And then a flip in your attention in the form of a gobstopper Is all you had left and it was going to waste Your past-times, consisted of the strange And twisted and deranged And I love that little game you had called Crying lightning And how you like to aggravate the ice-cream man on rainy afternoons The next time that I caught my own reflection It was on it’s way to meet you Thinking of excuses to postpone You never look like yourself from the side But your profile could not hide The fact you knew I was approaching your throne With folded arms you occupied the bench like toothache Stood and puffed your chest out like you never lost a war And though I tried so not to suffer the indignity of a reaction There was no cracks to grasp or gaps to claw And your past-times, consisted of the strange And twisted and deranged And I hate that little game you had called Crying lightning And how you like to aggravate the icky man on rainy afternoons Uninviting, But not half as impossible as everyone assumes You are crying lightning Oh you were reading a book about some idiot And telling me about another I was so severely underwhelmed I thought I might never recover Straighten the rudder girl And sail me up stairs And go and find somebody Who cares Well we might not be the perfect partners But tonight we make a pair Your past-times, consisted of the strange And twisted and deranged And I hate that little game you had called Crying lightning Crying lightning Crying lightning Crying lightning Your past-times, consisted of the strange And twisted and deranged And I hate that little game you had called Cry-ing

5 commenti su “Come fra le giostre …

  1. Outside the cafe … possiamo anche andare davvero al luna park che c’è proprio bisogno di questa bella gioiosa spensieratezza! Mi piace molto il tuo paragone e concordo: di “artico” o glaciale non se ne parla 😀

  2. Mi piacciono un sacchissimo

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