Questo divertissement l'ho scritto l'11 luglio 2016, appena tornata dal mio ex-lavoro.
Racchiude alcune mie ossessioni: guidare con la musica a volume alto, l'afa (che mi fa sragionare peggio del solito), le fughe dagli amori travagliati, Thelma&Louise, e i vecchi musicisti che la sanno lunga, molto lunga...
"Poco fa, mentre percorrevo il breve tratto di autostrada che separa casa mia dal lavoro, ho beccato per radio l'iconico Johnny Cash, con l'ancor più iconica "Ring of Fire".
E mi sono calata nel ruolo: circa 97° Fahrenheit (che corrispondono a 36° Celsius), asfalto bollente, guido senza meta su una strada che come un nastro si srotola tra le sabbie del deserto di Chihuahua.
Non c'è nessun in giro, solo uno stormo di avvoltoi che volteggia alto in cielo, in attesa del prossimo malcapitato che non ce la farà ad uscire vivo dalla tempesta di sabbia.
No, non avrete il mio scalpo, feccia dell'aria!
Sono diretta a sud, verso Tijuana, in cerca di alcool e oblio, come una rinnegata.
Stanotte farò una sosta all'Hotel California, per rifornirmi di tequila che mi accompagni nel viaggio e togliermi un po' di polvere di dosso. Solo qualche ora, poi on the road again.
E, arrivata all'uscita di Venezia Est, mi sembra di intravvedere spuntare dallo specchietto retrovisore le tese dei sombreros colorati dei tre suonatori mariachi!"
Ecco, ora sapete quello che il caldo può fare....
"And it burns, burns, burns the ring of fire."
Elenco tracce e testi
01 Ring of Fire (02:41)
Love is a burning thing
And It Makes A fiery Ring
Bound By Wild Desire
I Fell Into A Ring Of Fire
CHORUS:
I Fell Into A Burning ring of Fire
I Went Down, Down, down
And The Flames Went Higher
And It Burns, Burns, Burns
The Ring Of Fire
The Ring of Fire
I Fell Into A Burning Ring Of Fire
I Went Down, Down, Down
And The Flames Went Higher
And It Burns, Burns, Burns
The Ring Of Fire
The Ring Of Fire
The Taste Of Love Is Sweet
When Hearts Like Ours Meet
I Fell For You Like A Child
Oh, But The Fire Went Wild
CHORUS
I Fell Into A Burning Ring Of Fire
I Went Down, Down, Down
And The Flames Went Higher
And It Burns, Burns, Burns
The Ring Of Fire
The Ring Of Fire
I Fell Into A Burning Ring Of Fire
I Went Down, Down, Down
And The Flames Went Higher
And It Burns, Burns, Burns
The Ring Of Fire
The Ring Of Fire
And It Burns, Burns, Burns
The Ring Of Fire
The Ring Of Fire
03 What Do I Care (02:10)
When I'm all through if I haven't been what they think I should be
If the total isn't high enough when they figure me
When I grow old if there's no gray from worry in my hair
What do I care what do I care
What do I care just as long as you were mine a little while
When the road was long and weary you gave me a few good mile
What do I care if I miss a goal because I make a slip
I'll still be satisfied because I tasted your sweet lips
What do I care if I never have much money
And sometimes my table looks a little bare
Anything that I may miss is made up for each time we kiss
You love me and I love you so what do I care
[ guitar ]
What do I care just as long...
04 I Still Miss Someone (02:38)
At my door the leaves are falling
A cold wild wind will come
Sweethearts walk by together
And I still miss someone
I go out on a party
And look for a little fun
But I find a darkened corner
because I still miss someone
No, I never got over those blue eyes
I see them everywhere
I miss those arms that held me
When all the love was there
I wonder if she's sorry
For leavin' what we'd begun
There's someone for me somewhere
And I still miss someone.
11 Tennessee Flat-Top Box (03:02)
In a little cabaret in a South Texas border town,
Sat a boy and his guitar, and the people came from all around.
And all the girls from there to Austin,
Were slippin' away from home and puttin' jewelery in hock.
To take the trip, to go and listen,
To the little dark-haired boy who played the Tennessee flat top box.
And he would play: (Instrumental.)
Well, he couldn't ride or wrangle, and he never cared to make a dime.
But give him his guitar, and he'd be happy all the time.
And all the girls from nine to ninety,
Were snapping fingers, tapping toes, and begging him: "Don't stop."
And hypnotized and fascinated,
By the little dark-haired boy who played the Tennessee flat top box.
And he would play: (Instrumental.)
Then one day he was gone, and no one ever saw him 'round,
He'd vanished like the breeze, they forgot him in the little town.
But all the girls still dreamed about him.
And hung around the cabaret until the doors were locked.
And then one day on the Hit Parade,
Was a little dark-haired boy who played the Tennessee flat top box.
And he would play: (Instrumental.)
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