Drink up, baby, stay up all night.
With the things you could do,
You won't but you might.
The potential you'll be,
That you'll never see,
The promises you'll only make.
Drink up with me now,
And forget all about
The pressure of days.
Do what I say,
And I'll make you okay,
And drive them away
The images stuck in your head:
People you've been before
That you don't want around anymore—
That push and shove and won't bend to your will.
I’ll keep them still.
Drink up, baby, look at the stars.
I'll kiss you again
Between the bars,
Where i'm seeing you there,
With your hands in the air,
Waiting to finally be caught.
Drink up one more time,
And I'll make you mine.
Keep you apart,
Deep in my heart,
Separate from the rest,
Where I like you the best,
And keep the things you forgot.
The people you've been before
That you don't want around anymore—
That push and shove and won't bend to your will.
I'll keep them still.
(Elliott Smith)
3 commenti:
Il riferimento alle "bars" mi ha richiamato alla mente una bellissima poesia di Emily Dickinson, che io amo tanto e che riporto qui sotto:
I never hear the word "Escape"
Without a quicker blood!
A sudden expectation!
A flying attitude!
I never hear of prisons broad
By soldiers battered down -
But I tug, childish, at my bars
Only to fail again!
A me è proprio la frase "I'll kiss you again between the bars" a mettere una tristezza incredibile...
l'ambiguità tra il bacio tra le sbarre metaforiche che separano (e chissà, forse sono proprio "The people you've been before / That you don't want around anymore", "the pressure of days", le mille difficoltà di un amore irrealizzabile) e il bacio tra un bar e l'altro in cerca dell'oblio alcolico (e magari è un'altra metafora, forse è l'amore stesso la cosa di cui ubriacarsi), ha una potenza incredibile... mi commuove tantissimo...
Elliott Smith era un piccolo grande poeta... chissà che diavolo gli sarà passato per la testa, quel maledetto 21 ottobre del 2003...
grazie per la gemma Dickinsoniana... piace tanto anche a me.
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