"Cosa esser tu o essere svagato?"
“Esser (risposi) un essere incantato”
Messer lo bruco fece allora tanto d'occhi, quasi fosse accanto a specie rara... e dall'alto del suo fungo mi guardava, tra sé e sé rimuginando cosa.
Avea pensier ma non venia parola, come chi da buco ragno non cava
Dopo un silenzio lungo una mezz'ora mi disse allor: “Oh capire!! il tuo agir non è che scribacchiare, esser poesia, robetta di parole”
“All'incirca e pressapoco, ma prima vien dell'altro”
“Che cosa?”
“Vagar stupendo alquanto....”
Contento da risposta ricevuta sul fungo mi ospitò. E stetti li seduto anni trecento...
Anni trecento... e con quale colonna sonora? Ma i Beatles ovvio, in particolare quelle faccenduole di fragole e i trichechi...
Certo su un fungo non si ascoltan dischi,,,ci sono orchestrine però... e coretti di esserini diurni e notturni...facciam quindi che ascoltavamo delle cover,,,
Fragole e trichechi dicevamo, ma mica penserete che ve ne parli?
Al massimo vi lascio due zot del bruco, anzi solo uno, che sulle fragole nemmeno lui nulla ha potuto. E nessuno mai potrà, penso...
Rimangono i trichechi quindi.
Ecco il bruco sui trichechi ha detto: “è bello saltar di palo in frasca e anche di frasca in palo”. Facendo finta che sia vero almeno un pochino aggiungo io.
E l'aggiungo oggi che quel tempo è finito e il fungo ho abbandonato per una scatolina di cemento.
Ma in quella scatolina sono entrato previo matrimonio e durante la cerimonia l'altoparlante mandava Lucia in cielo con diamanti...
Peccato che il matrimonio sia stato abbastanza un fallimento...
Trallallà...
(Ps...ci sarebbe anche la linea penny, che forse i beatles avean studiato a scuola il fanciullino di Pascoli, o forse era droghin droguccia, chissà?...fate vobis )
(Ps 2...ci sarebbe anche tutto il resto del disco, ma come già vi ho detto su un fungo non si ascoltan dischi)
Trallallà 2...
Elenco tracce e testi
01 Magical Mystery Tour (02:39)
Roll up.
Roll up for the Mystery Tour.
Roll up.
Roll up for the Mystery Tour.
Roll up.
And that's an invitation.
Roll up for the Mystery Tour.
Roll up.
To make a reservation.
Roll up for the Mystery Tour.
The Magical Mystery Tour
Is waiting to take you away.
Waiting to take you away.
Roll up.
Roll up for the Mystery Tour.
Roll up.
Roll up for the Mystery Tour.
Roll up.
We got everything you need.
Roll up for the Mystery Tour.
Roll up.
Satisfaction guaranteed.
Roll up for the Mystery Tour.
The Magical Mystery Tour
Is hoping to take you away.
Hoping to take you away.
(Mystery Tour..)
Ah.. The Magical Mystery Tour.
Roll up.
Roll up for the Mystery Tour.
Roll up.
And that's an invitation.
Roll up for the Mystery Tour.
Roll up.
To make a reservation.
Roll up for the Mystery Tour.
The Magical Mystery Tour
Is coming to take you away.
Coming to take you away.
The Magical Mystery Tour
Is dying to take you away.
Dying to take you away.
Take you today.
03 I Am The Walrus (04:28)
I am he as you are he as you are me and we are all together
See how they run like pigs from a gun, see how they fly
I'm crying
Sitting on a cornflake, waiting for the van to come
Corporation T-shirt, stupid bloody Tuesday
Man, you've been a naughty boy, you let your face grow long
I am the Eggman
They are the Eggmen
I am the Walrus
Goo-goo-ga-joob
Mister city, policeman sitting, pretty little policemen in a row
See how they fly like Lucy in the Sky, see how they run
I'm crying
I'm cry---ing
I'm crying
I'm cry---ing
Yellow matter custard dripping from a dead dog's eye
Crabalocker fishwife, pornographic priestess
Boy, you've been a naughty girl, you let your knickers down
I am the Eggman
They are the Eggmen
I am the Walrus
Goo-goo-ga-joob
Sitting in an English garden, waiting for the sun
If the sun don't come you get a tan from standing in the English rain
I am the Eggman
They are the Eggmen
I am the Walrus
Goo-goo-ga-joob-goo-goo-goo-ga-joob
Expert texpert, choking smokers
Don't you think the Joker laughs at you?
Ho-ho-ho-hee-hee-hee-ha-ha-ha
See how they smile like pigs in a sty, see how they snide
I'm crying
Semolina pilchard climbing up the Eiffel Tower
Elementary penguin singing Hare Krishna
Man, you should've seen them kicking Edgar Allan Poe
I am the Eggman
They are the Eggmen
I am the Walrus
Goo-goo-ga-joob-goo-goo-goo-ga-joob
Goo-goo-ga-joob-goo-goo-goo-ga-joob
Goo-goo-ga-joob-goo-goo-goo-ga-joob
Juba, juba, juba
Juba, juba
Juba, juba
Juba, juba, stick it up your joompah
Oompah, oompah, stick it up your joompah
Oompah, oompah, stick it up your joompah
Everyone's got one
Oompah, oompah, stick it up your joompah
Everyone's got one
Everyone's got one
Everyone's got one
Oompah, oompah, stick it up your joompah
Oompah, oompah, stick it up your joompah…
[Here's the Shakespeare that occurs at the end of "I Am The Walrus."
King Lear Act Four, Scene 6, lines 249-259:]
Oswald: Slave, thou hast slain me. Villain, take my purse.
If ever thou wilt thrive, bury my body
And give the letters which you find'st about me
To Edmund, Earl of Gloucester. Seek him out
Upon the English party. O, untimely death!
Death! [He dies]
Edgar: I know thee well: a serviceable villain, As duteous to the vices of thy mistress As badness would desire.
Gloucester: What, is he dead?
Edgar: Sit you down, father. Rest you. [Gloucester sits.]
04 The Fool On The Hill (02:57)
Day after day alone on the hill,
The man with the foolish grin is keeping perfectly still,
But nobody wants to know him,
They can see that he's just a fool,
And he never gives an answer,
But the fool on the hill
Sees the sun going down,
And the eyes in his head,
See the world spinning around.
Well on his way his head in a cloud,
The man of a thousand voices talking perfectly loud
But nobody ever hears him,
Or the sound he appears to make,
And he never seems to notice,
But the fool on the hill
Sees the sun going down,
And the eyes in his head,
See the world spinning around.
And nobody seems to like him
They can tell what he wants to do.
And he never shows his feelings,
But the fool on the hill
Sees the sun going down,
And the eyes in his head,
See the world spinning around.
He never listens to them,
He knows that they are the fools
They don't like him,
The fool on the hill
Sees the sun going down,
And the eyes in his head,
See the world spinning around.
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