Winston_Smith

Inaspettatamente un colpo di scena nell'impasse socialrelazionale (socialreazionaria, socialfascista, ecc.); qualcuno che si offre di fare da guida spirituale per uscire dalla fobia... o no?

Di questa gemma dei Jethro Tull conviene riportare per intero il testo, consigliato leggerlo mentre si ascolta il pezzo:

Well, the dawn was coming
Heard him ringing on my bell
He said, "My name's the teacher
That is what I call myself"

"And I have a lesson
that I must impart to you
It's an old expression
but I must insist it's true"

Jump up, look around, find yourself some fun
No sense in sitting there, hating everyone
No man's an island and his castle isn't home
The nest is for nothing when the bird has flown

So I took a journey
Threw my world into the sea
With me went the teacher
who found fun instead of me

Hey man, what's the plan, what was that you said?
Sun-tanned, drink in hand, lying there in bed
I try to socialize but I can't seem to find
what I was looking for, got something on my mind

Then the teacher told me
It had been a lot of fun
Thanked me for his ticket
and all that I had done

Hey man, what's the plan, what was that you said?
Sun-tanned, drink in hand, lying there in bed
I try to socialize but I can't seem to find
what I was looking for, got something on my mind

silenzio

Sottofondo per una chiacchierata costruttiva con edificazione di solide basi per il futuro:





(chiaramente a volume bassissimo, per non disturbare la conversazione).

bukowskiii

Per un bel meeting tra depressi rancorosi

Winston_Smith

La guida non si è rivelata tale, forse non esistono Virgilio in questo Inferno/Purgatorio. Eppure era da una vita che l'aspettavi, I've been waiting for a guide to come and take me by the hand, perché prima o poi anche tu arrivassi a provare quello che provano gli altri, Could these sensations make me feel the pleasures of a normal man?
Ma quel sentimento è perso ormai, la connessione è spezzata, e con quello che resta del suo spirito I've got the spirit, lose the feeling, take the shock away il fobico scappa via dal locale, in mezzo alle macchine e al frastuono della sera Lights are flashing, cars are crashing, getting frequent now / I've got the spirit, lose the feeling, let it out somehow.