Tartarughe rosa e...

Post N° 286

Ieri ho pensato a Nicola...il mio primo amico virtuale...è tanto che non ci sentiamo...l'ho cercato sul web...l'ho trovato attaccato al suo flauto traverso, con la sua band...sempre fissatissimo con i Jethro Tull...li ho ascoltati la prima volta per "colpa" sua...

Ieri ho pensato a lui, perchè li ho sentiti in radio...non è facile che li passino...
Immagino che lui diventerà così, il vecchio rocker con i capelli ancora biondicci, troppo lunghi...ed i pantaloni troppo attillati, sotto la pancia alcolica...
Butterà la sua laurea in legge in fondo al cassetto più nascosto che c'è in casa sua...e suonerà...suonerà finchè non sarà troppo vecchio...

"The old Rocker wore his hair too long,
wore his trouser cuffs too tight.
Unfashionable to the end drank his ale too light.
Death's head belt buckle yesterday's dreams
the transport cafe prophet of doom.
Ringing no change in his double-sewn seams
in his post-war-babe gloom.

Now he's too old to Rock'n'Roll but he's too young to die.

So the old Rocker gets out his bike
to make a ton before he takes his leave.
Up on the A1 by Scotch Corner
just like it used to be.
And as he flies tears in his eyes
his wind-whipped words echo the final take
and he hits the trunk road doing around 120
with no room left to brake.

And he was too old to Rock'n'Roll but he was too young to die.

No, you're never too old to Rock'n'Roll if you're too young to die."