Still alive (and kickin')

Χαίρετε...κι ελπίζω να είστε όλοι καλά..
ΟΚ..δε θέλω ανόητες ερωτήσεις, του στυλ "ζεις ακόμη?", "που ήσουν τόσο καιρό?" κλπ...Ε, ναι, ζω και, ναι, είμαι αλλού...Απλά, μου την έδωσε σήμερα (μάλλον είναι το πνέυμα των επερχόμενων σε 30κάτι μέρες χριστουγέννων), μπήκα και είδα το αγαπημένο μου μπλογκ-νεκροταφείο και σκέφτηκα να σταθώ και να πώ ένα "γειά" και ένα "ευχαριστώ" στους παλιούς και νεότερους μπλογκο-συνοδοιπόρους (πάντα με αλφαβητική σειρά - λολ): angelab23, karpouzi, kitharoula, px.
Και επειδή το "γειά" μετά από ένα σχεδόν χρόνο, δεν αρκεί, να και κάτι για σας...Από τα ΑΓΑΠΗΜΕΝΑ μου...το θεωρώ ένα από τα καλύτερα τραγούδια του Ροβέρτου (και έχει γράψει ΠΟΛΛΑ τέτοια) και ένα από τα καλύτερα ΠΟΙΗΜΑΤΑ, που έχω διαβάσει. Σχεδόν κάθε στίχος είναι από μόνος του ένα ποίημα. Προσέξτε τον αξεπέραστο συνδυασμό οργής και τρυφερότητας για τη γκόμενα που (προφανώς) πρόσφατα (τον/την) χώρισε και για τον ίδιο του τον εαυτό. Μου θυμίζει αυτό που είχε πει κάποτε (κάποιοι/ες από εσάς δεν ζούσατε τότε ΛΟΛ) η Μπαέζ γαι τον Ντύλαν, σε μίά συνέντευξη: "Εντάξει, δεν είναι όπως τον βλέπεις, κάτι ιδιαίτερο. Οταν, όμως, αρχίζει, να μιλάει...Είναι σα να φτύνει τις λέξεις γεμάτες δηλητήριο"
Ξέρω, ξέρω, πολλά είπαμε...Ladies and gentlemen..."Idiot wind", by Mr. Bob Dylan (στην αγαπημένη μου πιό ροκ εκτέλεση από το live Hard Rain και όχι στην πρώτη από το Blood on the Tracks)



Someone's got it in for me, they're planting stories in the press
Whoever it is I wish they'd cut it out but when they will I can only guess.
They say I shot a man named Gray and took his wife to Italy,
She inherited a million bucks and when she died it came to me.
I can't help it if I'm lucky.

People see me all the time and they just can't remember how to act
Their minds are filled with big ideas, images and distorted facts.
Even you, yesterday you had to ask me where it was at,
I couldn't believe after all these years, you didn't know me better than that
Sweet lady.

Idiot wind, blowing every time you move your mouth,
Blowing down the backroads headin' south.
Idiot wind, blowing every time you move your teeth,
You're an idiot, babe.
It's a wonder that you still know how to breathe.

I ran into the fortune-teller, who said beware of lightning that might strike
I haven't known peace and quiet for so long I can't remember what it's like.
There's a lone soldier on the cross, smoke pourin' out of a boxcar door,
You didn't know it, you didn't think it could be done, in the final end he won the wars
After losin' every battle.

I woke up on the roadside, daydreamin' 'bout the way things sometimes are
Visions of your chestnut mare shoot through my head and are makin' me see stars.
You hurt the ones that I love best and cover up the truth with lies.
One day you'll be in the ditch, flies buzzin' around your eyes,
Blood on your saddle.

Idiot wind, blowing through the flowers on your tomb,
Blowing through the curtains in your room.
Idiot wind, blowing every time you move your teeth,
You're an idiot, babe.
It's a wonder that you still know how to breathe.

It was gravity which pulled us down and destiny which broke us apart
You tamed the lion in my cage but it just wasn't enough to change my heart.
Now everything's a little upside down, as a matter of fact the wheels have stopped,
What's good is bad, what's bad is good, you'll find out when you reach the top
You're on the bottom.

I noticed at the ceremony, your corrupt ways had finally made you blind
I can't remember your face anymore, your mouth has changed, your eyes
don't look into mine.
The priest wore black on the seventh day and sat stone-faced while the building
burned.
I waited for you on the running boards, near the cypress trees, while the springtime
turned Slowly into autumn.

Idiot wind, blowing like a circle around my skull,
From the Grand Coulee Dam to the Capitol.
Idiot wind, blowing every time you move your teeth,
You're an idiot, babe.
It's a wonder that you still know how to breathe.

I can't feel you anymore, I can't even touch the books you've read
Every time I crawl past your door, I been wishin' I was somebody else instead.
Down the highway, down the tracks, down the road to ecstasy,
I followed you beneath the stars, hounded by your memory
And all your ragin' glory.

I been double-crossed now for the very last time and now I'm finally free,
I kissed goodbye the howling beast on the borderline which separated you from me.
You'll never know the hurt I suffered nor the pain I rise above,
And I'll never know the same about you, your holiness or your kind of love,
And it makes me feel so sorry.

Idiot wind, blowing through the buttons of our coats,
Blowing through the letters that we wrote.
Idiot wind, blowing through the dust upon our shelves,
We're idiots, babe.
It's a wonder we can even feed ourselves.



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PS. karpouzenia, τι πρέπει να κάνω για να μπω στο μπλόγκ σου? ¨)