Tricomania, portami via
Ancora una volta un errore di lama mi ha costretto a cambiare look.
Mi stavo tagliando i capelli, le note di "The Trial" dei Pink Floyd mi hanno distratto ed eccomi qua, now I'm a fucking space monkey once again.
Almeno stavolta niente controbasetta:
(foto di repertorio)
The Crown
Good morning Worm, your honour,
The crown will plainly show,
The prisoner who now stands before you,
Was caught red-handed showing feelings.
Showing feelings of an almost human nature.
This will not do.
Call the schoolmaster!
The Schoolmaster
I always said he’d come to no good,
In the end, your honour.
If they’d let me have my way,
I could have flayed him into shape.
But my hands were tied.
The bleeding hearts and artists,
Let him get away with murder.
Let me hammer him today.
The Prisoner
Crazy.
Toys in the attic, I am crazy.
Truly gone fishing.
They must have taken my marbles away.
(crazy. toys in the attic, he is crazy.)
The Wife
You little shit, you’re in it now.
I hope they throw away the key.
You should’ve talked to me more often than you did.
But no! you had to go your own way.
Have you broken any homes up lately?
Just five minutes, Worm, your honour,
Him and me alone.
The Mother
Baaaaaabe!
Come to mother, baby.
Let me hold you in my arms.
M’lord, I never meant for him to get in any trouble.
Why’d he ever have to leave me?
Worm, your honour, let me take him home.
The Prisoner
Crazy.
Over the rainbow, I am crazy.
Bars in the window.
There must have been a door there in the wall.
For when I came in. . .
(crazy. over the rainbow, he is crazy.)
The Worm Judge
The evidence before the court is incontravertible.
There’s no need for the jury to retire.
In all my years of judging I have never heard before,
Of someone more deserving of the full penalty of the law.
The way you made them suffer,
Your exquisite wife and mother,
Fills me with the urge to defecate! (no, judge, the jury!)
Since, my friend, you have revealed your deepest fear,
I sentence you to be exposed before your peers.
Tear down the wall!
E pindaricamente continuiamo postando il testo di The Trial, per chi non la conoscesse o per chi non ne rammentasse il testo.
La canzone è splendida, un po' maschilista forse, nel senso che parla di un tipo di disagio prettamente maschile, il peso delle aspettative della società, della propria compagna e della propria madre.
La canzone è splendida, un po' maschilista forse, nel senso che parla di un tipo di disagio prettamente maschile, il peso delle aspettative della società, della propria compagna e della propria madre.
THE TRIAL
Good morning Worm, your honour,
The crown will plainly show,
The prisoner who now stands before you,
Was caught red-handed showing feelings.
Showing feelings of an almost human nature.
This will not do.
Call the schoolmaster!
The Schoolmaster
I always said he’d come to no good,
In the end, your honour.
If they’d let me have my way,
I could have flayed him into shape.
But my hands were tied.
The bleeding hearts and artists,
Let him get away with murder.
Let me hammer him today.
The Prisoner
Crazy.
Toys in the attic, I am crazy.
Truly gone fishing.
They must have taken my marbles away.
(crazy. toys in the attic, he is crazy.)
The Wife
You little shit, you’re in it now.
I hope they throw away the key.
You should’ve talked to me more often than you did.
But no! you had to go your own way.
Have you broken any homes up lately?
Just five minutes, Worm, your honour,
Him and me alone.
The Mother
Baaaaaabe!
Come to mother, baby.
Let me hold you in my arms.
M’lord, I never meant for him to get in any trouble.
Why’d he ever have to leave me?
Worm, your honour, let me take him home.
The Prisoner
Crazy.
Over the rainbow, I am crazy.
Bars in the window.
There must have been a door there in the wall.
For when I came in. . .
(crazy. over the rainbow, he is crazy.)
The Worm Judge
The evidence before the court is incontravertible.
There’s no need for the jury to retire.
In all my years of judging I have never heard before,
Of someone more deserving of the full penalty of the law.
The way you made them suffer,
Your exquisite wife and mother,
Fills me with the urge to defecate! (no, judge, the jury!)
Since, my friend, you have revealed your deepest fear,
I sentence you to be exposed before your peers.
Tear down the wall!
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7 commenti:
Capita anche a me ogni tanto di fare qualche piccolo errore di taglio, spero non si noti troppo.
Apa, se ti serve un suono ascendente metti su il coniglio bianco!
E del genio di Roger Waters non parla nessuno?
In effetti...
Purtroppoooo...
Visto che insistete, lasciatemi dire che per Mr Waters, dopo The Wall, il percorso dei Pink Floyd doveva concludersi. Gli altri tre, attaccati al soldo, si sono ribellati e il tribunale ha dato loro ragione. Hanno continuato da soli e, lasciatemelo dire, gli ultimi due album non sono stati minimamente all'altezza di capolavori come "Wish You Were Here", "Dark side of the moon" e "The Wall". Roger aveva ragione.
La penso esattamente così anch'io.
Infatti il geniaccio ideatore del concept dell'album, del film e autore persino di alcuni schizzi dei personaggi animati, è lui, Ruggero Acque.
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