…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 www.jackadaptor.com
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