Quanto bello è il nuovo album degli Strokes?
Quando lo sento mi pare già primavera e non c’è pandemia, non c’è il mio capo con l’intercalare fisso “Chiaro?” che parlaparlaparla il venerdì pomeriggio e tocca tutto tutto, che il Napisan con lui non mi basta mai:
Adults are talking mi fa venire in mente le feste in giardino la sera a giugno, quelle dei miei vicini anni fa. Non le mie, perché io il giardino ancora non ce l’ho.
Oppure giornate al mare, sulla sabbia che scotta. O in piscina, con gli occhiali da sole arancioni.
In questi noiosi giorni di pandemia zona gialla-rossa tutto pare uguale.
Ascoltare un po’ di musica mentre gli occhi mi si affossano nelle orbite inchiodate allo schermo è una cosa che mi fa sentire viva. Basta poco.
E non mi annoia, non mi stufa.
Musica, birra e codice.
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They’re complainin’, overeducated
You are saying all the words I’m dreaming
Say it after me
Say it after me
We can’t help it if we are a problem
We are tryin’ hard to get your attention
I’m climbin’ up your wall
Climbin’ up your wall
I know you think of me when you think of her
But then it don’t make sense when you’re tryin’ hard
To do the right thing but without recompense
And then you did something wrong and you said it was great
And now you don’t know how you could ever complain
Because you’re all confused ‘cause you want me to
But then you want me to do it the same as you
You were sayin’ all the…
I don’t, I don’t want anything
I know it’s not, it’s not your fault
I don’t want anyone
As I do it’s not for you