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Burn The World

Roy Harper
Language: English


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Burn The World


Canzone (!? - è lunga quasi 20 minuti!) del 1990
(Renato Stecca)

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Si tratta di una lunga canzone-riflessione, strutturata in sette movimenti, che occupa l’intero album del 1990 (in due versioni, una in studio e l’altra dal vivo).
Il testo è molto complesso e bisognerebbe chiedere a Renato Stecca perché lo propose nel 2009….
A me pare che possa iscriversi nel percorso sulla Guerra alla Terra.
La formattazione più corretta del testo reperibile in Rete credo possa essere la seguente, tratta da Flashlyrics dove fu contribuita da qualcuno che ebbe la pazienza anche di fornire gli accordi e – immagino quindi – ebbe più attenzione alla formattazione di versi e strofe…

(Bernart Bartleby)
Billy's on the street grabbing easy meat
with furious claims
somebody's killed anger's spilled
vengeance's flames

Robert's on the beat looking nice and neat
for a one-sided fight
in his uniform looking to perform
with a flashing blue light
he doesn't care anything's fair
'cos he's always right
as the flames of night burn equal right in the wind

whispering
why don't you
why don't you
burn the world?

Sharon's in a state coming home late
she's got no escape
from Billy's brute force to intercourse
in a frenzy of rape
both defiled by the crowded wild
as the time bomb of hate
modernises demise
as Robert dies
in the same hail of lies
his masters devise
and pretend surprise
as fiery cries
begin to rise

whispering
why don't you
why don't you
burn the world?

change it
rearrange it
derange it

In the name of burning spirit
the passenger on the planet
the guinea pig chasing sunset
to the last laugh he'll ever get hahahahahahaha

The last laugh
Your laugh
My life

O no I don't believe it
the passenger guiding sunset
to the kill to the kill fossilise it (my home) to a standstill

Home is on the water
the rainbow warrior runs
against the fashion passion(s)
philosophies of guns
where issues are invited
to front up savage fun
by the ignorant and spineless
out of touch with 'everyone'
Home

I wish I had an acre
instead of just a slot
somewhere that I could take her
where the world could mean a lot
instead of being ciphers
in a brave new council block
with endless empty neighbours
and an ever bolted lock
Home

And soon I'll be taking my leave forever
is it better to laugh than to grieve
when it doesn't matter
whether I am evermore or whether I am anymore?
Home

Gonna paint my room like a desert island
With yellow sand and blue lagoon
Invite you all to come and live there
One afternoon
It'll be when no-one's looking
More likely that not
We'll close the door and turn the sky up
Find a good spot
Air fire water earth you were paradise
I'm sorry about me
I was under the impression
That you were free and easy
Gonna paint my room like a desert island
With clear skies and rising swell
Leave the creeps on the jaded horizon
In Wall Streets of Hell
I must say goodbye to the blindfold
And pursue the ideal
The planet becoming the hostess instead of the meal
Air fire water earth you were paradise
I'm sorry about me
I was under the impression
That you were free and easy
Free and easy
to plunder
Rubbish an the air everywhere blood pressure drives
forests fall at the beck and call of the cat with nine lives
the stratosphere can disappear and have no effect
on the red of mars or the nearest stars or anything else
except the poems in the wind

whispering
why don't you
why don't you
burn the world?

Contributed by Renato Stecca - 2009/8/24 - 22:35



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