The cash machine is blue and green
For a bundle of twenties and a small service fee
I could spend three dollars and sixty-three cents
On Diet Coca-Cola and unlit cigarettes
I wonder why we listen to poets when nobody gives a fuck
How hot and sorrowful, the machine begs for luck
All my lies are always wishes
I know I would die if I could come back new
We want a good life with a nose for things
the fresh wind and bright sky to endure my suffering
I'm a hole without a key if I break my tongue
Oh, speaking of tomorrow, how will it ever come?
All my lies are always wishes
I know I would die if I could come back new
I'm down on my hands and knees
every time I hear a doorbell ring
I shake like a toothache
every time I hear myself sing
All my lies are only wishes
I know I would die if I could come back new
I would like to salute
the ashes of American flags
And all the fallen leaves
filling up shopping bags
For a bundle of twenties and a small service fee
I could spend three dollars and sixty-three cents
On Diet Coca-Cola and unlit cigarettes
I wonder why we listen to poets when nobody gives a fuck
How hot and sorrowful, the machine begs for luck
All my lies are always wishes
I know I would die if I could come back new
We want a good life with a nose for things
the fresh wind and bright sky to endure my suffering
I'm a hole without a key if I break my tongue
Oh, speaking of tomorrow, how will it ever come?
All my lies are always wishes
I know I would die if I could come back new
I'm down on my hands and knees
every time I hear a doorbell ring
I shake like a toothache
every time I hear myself sing
All my lies are only wishes
I know I would die if I could come back new
I would like to salute
the ashes of American flags
And all the fallen leaves
filling up shopping bags
Contributed by Dead End - 2012/10/24 - 23:07
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Parole di Jeff Tweedy
Musica di Jeff Tweedy e Jay Bennett
Album «Yankee Hotel Foxtrot»
alle ceneri delle bandiere americane
e a tutte le foglie cadenti
che riempiono le nostre borse della spesa...»
Una canzone scritta tra il 2000 ed i primi mesi del 2001, prima dunque dell’11 settembre, ma che sembra proprio portare il peso di quelle macerie, così come Jesus, Etc. dove con la sua splendida voce Jeff Tweedy canta:
voci fuggono cantando tristi canzoni…
voci che gemono, grattacieli che insieme si sbriciolano…
Gesù, non piangere,
puoi contare su di me, dolcezza…
Il nostro amore è tutto ciò che abbiamo…»