Madre di violenza

[Spider]

Una trentina d'anni fa, un certo signor Peter Gabriel scriveva uno dei suoi pezzi più poetici, visionari e... inquietanti.

Proprio ieri mi è capitato di risentirlo, e mai come in questi tempi di nuovi integralismi e nuovi oscurantismi, mi è sembrato attuale.


PETER GABRIEL
"Mother Of Violence"

Walking the street with her naked feet,
So full of rhythm but I can't find the beat.
Snapping her heels, clicking her toes,
Everybody knows just where she goes.

Fear, Fear, she's the mother of Violence,
Making me tense to watch the way she breed.
Fear, she's the mother of Violence,
You know self-defense is all you need.
It's getting hard to breathe,
It's getting so hard to believe,
To believe in anything at all.


Mouth all dry, eyes bloodshot,
Data stored on a microdot.
Kicking the cloud with my moccasin shoes,
TV dinner, TV news.

Fear, Fear, she's the mother of Violence,
Don't make any sense to watch the way she breed.
Fear, she's the mother of Violence,
Making me tense to watch the way she feed.
The only way you know she's there
Is the subtle flavor in the air.
Getting hard to breathe,
Getting hard to believe in anything at all
But Fear.



"Madre di Violenza"

Cammina per le strade a piedi nudi,
Così cadenzata, ma non capisco il ritmo
Battendo i tacchi, con passo scattante,
Tutti sanno dove sta andando.

Paura, Paura è madre di Violenza,
Mi mette in ansia vedere come si diffonde.
La paura, è la madre della violenza,
L'autodifesa è tutto ciò che ti serve.
Diventa difficile respirare,
Diventa così difficile credere,
Credere in una qualunque cosa.


Bocca secca, occhi iniettati di sangue,
Dati memorizzati in un microchip.
Prendo a calci le nuvole coi miei mocassini,
Cena davanti alla TV, telegiornale.

Paura, Paura è madre di Violenza,
Non ha senso vedere come si diffonde.
La paura, è la madre della violenza,
Mi preoccupa vedere come si nutre.
Il solo modo in cui ti accorgi di lei
E' un sottile sapore nell'aria.
Diventa difficile respirare,
Diventa difficile credere in una qualunque cosa
Tranne che nella Paura.

[BBB]

Ho paura che sarà sempre attuale un testo così Spider.
Siamo parecchi e siamo delle bestie.

Ma io preferisco questa

Oh, where have you been, my blue-eyed son?
Oh, where have you been, my darling young one?
I've stumbled on the side of twelve misty mountains,
I've walked and I've crawled on six crooked highways,
I've stepped in the middle of seven sad forests,
I've been out in front of a dozen dead oceans,
I've been ten thousand miles in the mouth of a graveyard,
And it's a hard, and it's a hard, it's a hard, and it's a hard,
And it's a hard rain's a-gonna fall.

Oh, what did you see, my blue-eyed son?
Oh, what did you see, my darling young one?
I saw a newborn baby with wild wolves all around it
I saw a highway of diamonds with nobody on it,
I saw a black branch with blood that kept drippin',
I saw a room full of men with their hammers a-bleedin',
I saw a white ladder all covered with water,
I saw ten thousand talkers whose tongues were all broken,
I saw guns and sharp swords in the hands of young children,
And it's a hard, and it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard,
And it's a hard rain's a-gonna fall.

And what did you hear, my blue-eyed son?
And what did you hear, my darling young one?
I heard the sound of a thunder, it roared out a warnin',
Heard the roar of a wave that could drown the whole world,
Heard one hundred drummers whose hands were a-blazin',
Heard ten thousand whisperin' and nobody listenin',
Heard one person starve, I heard many people laughin',
Heard the song of a poet who died in the gutter,
Heard the sound of a clown who cried in the alley,
And it's a hard, and it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard,
And it's a hard rain's a-gonna fall.

Oh, who did you meet, my blue-eyed son?
Who did you meet, my darling young one?
I met a young child beside a dead pony,
I met a white man who walked a black dog,
I met a young woman whose body was burning,
I met a young girl, she gave me a rainbow,
I met one man who was wounded in love,
I met another man who was wounded with hatred,
And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard,
It's a hard rain's a-gonna fall.

Oh, what'll you do now, my blue-eyed son?
Oh, what'll you do now, my darling young one?
I'm a-goin' back out 'fore the rain starts a-fallin',
I'll walk to the depths of the deepest black forest,
Where the people are many and their hands are all empty,
Where the pellets of poison are flooding their waters,
Where the home in the valley meets the damp dirty prison,
Where the executioner's face is always well hidden,
Where hunger is ugly, where souls are forgotten,
Where black is the color, where none is the number,
And I'll tell it and think it and speak it and breathe it,
And reflect it from the mountain so all souls can see it,
Then I'll stand on the ocean until I start sinkin',
But I'll know my song well before I start singin',
And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard,
It's a hard rain's a-gonna fall.