Una bella canzone

…come regalo natalizio per tutti coloro che si ostinano a capitare da queste parti ogni tanto. Loro si chiamano Jack Adaptor, alias Christopher Cordoba (music & words) e Paul Frederick (words & music), sono miei buoni amici e uno dei best kept secrets della capitale. Il pezzo si chiama “Burmah Gold”, dal loro prossimo album ancora inedito; accludo il testo evocativo di Paul, che ha a che vedere con la bulimia energetica dei nostri tempi e le catastrofi ad essa connesse.


Burmah Gold

thick fat tyres to run you down
and squash you like a beetle
a metal grille like teeth to bite
and grind you down to bonedust
little knowing
that the weaknesses are showing
now that the pipes are laid

the Burmah gold is flowing
is there gold in them there hills
remains the burning question
in vain prospectors chance their luck
encamped in tents of skin of stag and buck
they don’t notice that it’s snowing
now that the pipes are laid
the Burmah gold is flowing

is there enough to go around
can nature make a profit
the spills of black gold on the ground
are poison pools and no one wants to stop it
little knowing
with the folds of fortune growing
now that the pipes are laid
the Burmah gold is flowing
the Burmah gold is flowing 

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