pour le monde

i ja ha passat un altre "any". final de l'estiu: les tardes s'escurcen, la humitat pren els matins, el despertador sona a les 6.30. obro la porta de casa i és plena de pols: cedés per terra, alguna pel·lícula que no he vist i llibres oberts, panxa amunt. un petit bonsai agafa espai damunt d'una prestatgeria nova de colors. serà aquest "l'any"? no ho sé. no ho penso. només tinc ganes d'agafar l'escombra, mocador al cap, neil finn a l'equip de música i recuperar el temps d'abandó.

em feien mal les cames de no passejar.

pour le monde

he imagines the world
as the angel ascending
like the ghost of a man
who is tied up to the chair.
and he tries to believe
that his life has a meaning
with his hand on his heart.

pour le monde
pas pour la guerre

and i wake up blind
like my dreams were too bright,
and i lost my reguard
for the good things that i had
and the radio was sad,
when you listen for good.

in a hope that comes to nothing
cos' the liars moved in,
and they believe their own dark medicine...

they act so nonchalant
but he is not a dog.
perform for you in the stadium,
for the world not for the war.
and he won't hesitate
though it might lead to heartache
in the nightclub indigo,
for the world not for the war.

pour le monde
pas pour la guerre

when you listen for good...

in a hope that comes to nothing
cos' the liars have moved in,
and they brew their own dark medicine
believing it's good.
behind their jaded eyes a dilemma:
he's the best that you ever had,
he's so low you'll never know.

crowded house