They say this train don’t give out rides,
it don’t worry me
In all the world, is taking sides,
it don’t worry me
Because in my empire life is sweet,
just ask any bum you meet
And you may say that I ain’t free,
but it don’t worry me
Everybody sing,
It don’t worry me!
You may say that I ain’t free,
but it don’t worry me.
C’mon everybody…
It don’t worry me,
it don’t worry me,
you may say that I ain’t free
but it don’t worry me
The price of bread may worry some,
it don’t worry me
Tax relief may never come,
it don’t worry me
Economy’s depressed not me,
my spirit’s high as they can be
and you may say that I ain’t free,
but it don’t worry me
It don’t worry me,
(c’mon everybody)
it don’t worry me,
you may say that I ain’t free
but it don’t worry me
It don’t worry me…
You may say that I ain’t free,
but it don’t worry me
It don’t worry me none,
it don’t worry me,
you may say that I ain’t free,
but it don’t worry me…
it don’t worry me
In all the world, is taking sides,
it don’t worry me
Because in my empire life is sweet,
just ask any bum you meet
And you may say that I ain’t free,
but it don’t worry me
Everybody sing,
It don’t worry me!
You may say that I ain’t free,
but it don’t worry me.
C’mon everybody…
It don’t worry me,
it don’t worry me,
you may say that I ain’t free
but it don’t worry me
The price of bread may worry some,
it don’t worry me
Tax relief may never come,
it don’t worry me
Economy’s depressed not me,
my spirit’s high as they can be
and you may say that I ain’t free,
but it don’t worry me
It don’t worry me,
(c’mon everybody)
it don’t worry me,
you may say that I ain’t free
but it don’t worry me
It don’t worry me…
You may say that I ain’t free,
but it don’t worry me
It don’t worry me none,
it don’t worry me,
you may say that I ain’t free,
but it don’t worry me…
inviata da Bernart - 4/6/2013 - 14:44
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Parole e musica di Keith Carradine
Nella colonna sonora del film di Robert Altman “Nashville”
Stimolato da quest’ultimo intervento di Silva, prendo la palla al balzo.
Il festival di musica country di Nashville viene preso in ostaggio dal politico di turno, tal Hal Phillip Walker (che non compare mai, ma la cui infestante presenza aleggia sull’evento con le sembianze di un gracchiante camioncino pubblicitario), candidato alla primarie presidenziali per il populista e qualunquista “Replacement Party”. L’infido Triplette, galoppino del candidato, riesce a convincere alcuni ospiti a tenere l’evento clou davanti all’orrendo Partenone (stucchevole imitazione costruita nel 1876), trasformando così definitivamente la kermesse in grancassa della propaganda. Così la festa si trasforma in tragedia. La fragile star Barbara Jean accondiscende ad esibirsi in quel contesto: viene uccisa senza apparente motivo da un giovane che le spara. Il pubblico rimane indifferente alla morte della beniamina, lo spettacolo continua rumorosamente. Sul palco viene spedita Albuquerque (Barbara Harris), aspirante cantante in cerca di notorietà, e lei intona questa “Non m’importa, non me ne preoccupo”…
Una feroce radiografia dell’America dei Nixon e dei Watergate, della guerra in Vietnam, una massa intrisa di fascismo strisciante, quando non conclamato, totalmente, surrealmente indifferente alle contraddizioni che agitavano il Paese ed il mondo intero.