Why
Non ascolto più musica da tanto tempo ormai. La musica non si ascolta in macchina, non si ascolta alla radio. Io non uso più lo stereo a casa. Quelle rare volte che ascolto musica, mi sdraio sul divano, indosso le cuffiette dell’ iPod e chiudo gli occhi. La musica va ascoltata ad occhi chiusi. Solo così può farti piangere a volte. E allora capita di fermarmi su un pezzo di Annie Lennox: “Why”. E allora con gli occhi chiusi mi immagino due persone su una scogliera altissima. Sono l’una davanti all’altra. Si guardano negli occhi, ma nessuno dei due parla. Si vede l’oceano di sotto. Si vedono le onde infrangersi. Si sente il sibilo del vento. Potrebbe essere l’Irlanda. Osservo dall’alto quelle due persone. Poi scendo ad altezza d’uomo e giro attorno a loro. Li osservo a 360 gradi. Non dicono alcuna parola. Si sente solo il soffio del vento. Poi si cominciano ad udire alcune parole…e poi si sente la musica e poi…beh, eccole quelle parole…
How many times do I have to try to tell you
That I’m sorry for the things I’ve done
But when I start to try to tell you
That’s when you have to tell me
Hey… this kind of trouble’s only just begun
I tell myself too many times
Why don’t you ever learn to keep your big mouth shut
That’s why it hurts so bad to hear the words
That keep on falling from your mouth
Falling from your mouth
Falling from your mouth
Tell me…
Why
Why
I may be mad
I may be blind
I may be viciously unkind
But I can still read what you’re thinking
And I’ve heard is said too many times
That you’d be better off
Besides…
Why can’t you see this boat is sinking
(this boat is sinking this boat is sinking)
Let’s go down to the water’s edge
And we can cast away those doubts
Some things are better left unsaid
But they still turn me inside out
Turning inside out turning inside out
Tell me…
Why
Tell me…
Why
This is the book I never read
These are the words I never said
This is the path I’ll never tread
These are the dreams I’ll dream instead
This is the joy that’s seldom spread
These are the tears…
The tears we shed
This is the fear
This is the dread
These are the contents of my head
And these are the years that we have spent
And this is what they represent
And this is how I feel
Do you know how I feel ?
’cause i don’t think you know how I feel
I don’t think you know what I feel
I don’t think you know what I feel
You don’t know what I feel