The River ha avuto un ruolo importante nella mia vita. Mi ha accompagnato durante diversi momenti, diverse traversie, diverse compagne persino.
L'ho riascoltata l'altra sera mentre giravo a vuoto in auto nella notte. Ascoltavo Live In NYC ed a un certo punto è arrivato quel lungo lamento di sax che introduce la nuova versione della canzone. Stavo per mandare avanti, forse perché quella canzone significa troppo per me per poterla riascoltare, o magari perché avrei voluto sentire le versione introdotta dalla solita chitarra. Ma non ce l'ho fatta a cambiare, e così l'ho ascoltata una volta di più.
Non avevo mai realizzato che parlasse di un matrimonio finito. Ascoltiamo le canzoni modellandole sulla nostra esperienza, e per me il baricentro della canzone era:
Then I got Mary pregnant and man that was all she wrote
And for my nineteenth birthday I got a union card and a wedding coat
We went down to the courthouse and the judge put it all to rest
No wedding day smiles no walk down the aisle
No flowers no wedding dress
I got a job working construction for the Johnstown Company
But lately there ain't been much work on account of the economy ...
And for my nineteenth birthday I got a union card and a wedding coat
We went down to the courthouse and the judge put it all to rest
No wedding day smiles no walk down the aisle
No flowers no wedding dress
I got a job working construction for the Johnstown Company
But lately there ain't been much work on account of the economy ...
Invece l'altra sera sull'auto nella notte ho ascoltato Bruce cantare:
Now all them things that seemed so important
Well mister they vanished right into the air
Now I just act like I don't remember
Mary acts like she don't care
Well mister they vanished right into the air
Now I just act like I don't remember
Mary acts like she don't care
Quelle parole mi hanno fanno sobbalzare, come se parlassero di me.
Vi dirò di più: anche Stolen Car non parla di uno che ha rubato un'auto, ma di un matrimonio finito.
She asked if I remembered the letters I wrote
When our love was young and bold
She said last night she read those letters
And they made her feel one hundred years old
And I'm driving a stolen car
On a pitch black night
And I'm telling myself I'm gonna be alright
But I ride by night and I travel in fear
That in this darkness I will disappear
When our love was young and bold
She said last night she read those letters
And they made her feel one hundred years old
And I'm driving a stolen car
On a pitch black night
And I'm telling myself I'm gonna be alright
But I ride by night and I travel in fear
That in this darkness I will disappear
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