Cosa ho pensato, fatto, visto, sentito, messaggi nella bottiglia, notizie, curiosità, cose inutili e necessarie, il mio piccolo mondo antico, dal 2005 al 2022. E soprattutto tanta musica, come colonna sonora ma anche come espressione di ciò che non sapevo, non volevo e soprattutto non potevo scrivere. Dal 2023 mi trovate su Facebook (sono un boomer!) come FRANCESCO ZAIO.
venerdì 18 marzo 2016
La strada è a senso unico
Quindi non ci si può fermare, nè tornare indietro. Avanti tutta.
The stars and the moon, aren't where they're supposed to be
For the strange electric light, it falls so close to me
Love,I come to the ride, I'm not sea sick, rolling wave
And you know that I am, just trying to get out
Oh, the glorious sound, of the one way street
But you can't get, can't get it down without crying
When I'm dressed in white, send roses to me
I drink so much sour whiskey I can hardly see
And everywhere I've been, there's a world that HOWLS my name
From the one tiny STING, to that vacant fame
Oh, the DEAFENING roar, remember that's called a one way street
And you can't get, can't get it down without crying
Mysteries aside, you can't get out
It's like a tropic light, you can't get out
Love I come to the ride, I'm not sea sick, rolling wave
As away that I fall, trying to get out
Oh, the glorious sound, of the one way street
And you can't get, can't get it down without crying
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