Dă-mi un hectar de violoncele/ Acordate-ntr-un regret îndepărtat

Voiam să share-uiesc asta. Pe lîngă melodia excelentă a lui Cat Yusuf Stevens Islam (mai jos, subtitrată în culori pentru o înţelegere mai uşoară), am dat de altceva. O parte dintr-o poezie a lui John Cooper Clarke.


John Cooper Clarke - Pity The Plight


Pity the fates of young fellows
Too long in bed with no sleep
With their complex romantic attachments
Oh look on their sorrows and weep.
They don't get a moment's reflection,
There's always a crowd in their eye
Pity the plight of young fellows
Regard all their worries and cry.

Their Christian mothers were lazy perhaps
Leaving it up to the school
Where the moral perspective is hazy perhaps
And the climate oppressively cruel.
Give me one acre of cellos
Pitched at some distant regret,
Pity the fate of young fellows
And their anxious attempts to forget.


Melodia lui Stevens e un dialog între avînt şi experienţă, Son vs. Father.