There must have been Joy in Madrid


Il carnevale impazzava, le ballerine mostravano tette e culi alla marmaglia fitta e zavorrata sulla pedana posta lievemente più in alto rispetto alla pista da ballo.

La festa continuava nelle vene mista all’alcool che si stemprava tra i cubetti di ghiaccio alla base del bicchiere e la bibita da quattro soldi come edulcorante.

Al Joy sembrava tutto così gioioso, in realtà solo falsi sorrisi e fronti imperlate da gocciole di sudore; una vecchia checca, stanca e spiaggiata su un divanetto tra il tavolino e la colonna, al riparo da sguardi indiscreti, si lasciava andare in un dormiveglia mentre il brasiliano, di almeno trent’anni più giovane, si slacciava la camicetta del tutto inadeguata a contenere i muscoli pettorali.

Accanto, le fidanzatine si lasciavano in un gioco inequivocabile tra struscii e baci perversi per eccitare i rispettivi partner già infoiati dalle semplici movenze e dalle trasparenze della seta.

Là, nella pista, il desiderio di trovare una storia si infrangeva contro quel muro di solitudine ineluttabilmente eretto per la pochezza di spirito.

Tutto questo al Joy: avresti voluto gioia, un colpo di reni in questa vita di merda, ma niente. Il sorriso si incurvava verso il basso; le sopracciglia si corrugavano; il volto non disteso. Accettavi anche quella musica mediocre, proprio tu, che in altre occasioni l’avresti aborrita per una più sofisticata e per nulla melodica, sì, di quelle tunz tunz da trapanarti il cervello.

Speravi che il cuba libre ti liberasse, ti elevasse, ma eri lì a sgomitare, accaldato, assonnato e inconsolabile, al punto da rinunciare alla festosa iniziazione alla libertà. There must have been joy but you only found a grieved sorrow.

Born Slippy

Drive boy dog boy
Dirty numb angel boy
In the doorway boy
She was a lipstick boy
She was a beautiful boy
And tears boy
And all in your innerspace boy
You had
hands girl boy
and steel boy
You had chemicals boy
I’ve grown so close to you
Boy and you just groan boy
She said comeover comeover
She smiled at you boy.

Drive boy dog boy
Dirty numb angel boy
In the doorway boy
She was a lipstick boy
She was a beautiful boy
And tears boy
And all in your innerspace boy
You had
hands girl boy
and steel boy
You had chemicals boy
I’ve grown so close to you
Boy and you just groan boy
She said comeover comeover
She smiled at you boy.

Let your feelings slip boy
But never your mask boy
Random blonde bio high density rhythm
Blonde boy blonde country blonde high density
You are my drug boy
You’re real boy
Speak to me and boy dog
Dirty numb cracking boy
You get wet boy
Big big time boy
Acid bear boy
Babes and babes and babes and babes and babes
And remembering nothing boy
You like my tin horn boy and get
Wet like an angel
Derail

You got a velvet mouth
You’re so succulent and beautiful
Shimmering and dirty
Wonderful and hot times
On your telephone line
And god and everything
On your telephone
And in walk an angel

And look at me your mom
Squatting pissed in a tube-
hole at Tottenham Court Road
I just come out of the ship
Talking to the most
Blonde I ever met
Shouting
Lager lager lager lager
Shouting
Lager lager lager lager
Shouting…
Lager lager lager
Shouting
Mega mega white thing
Mega mega white thing
Mega mega white thing
Mega mega
Shouting lager lager lager lager
Mega mega white thing
Mega mega white thing
So many things to see and do
In the tube hole true
Blonde going back to Romford
Mega mega mega going back to Romford
Hi mom are you having fun
And now are you on your way
To a new tension
headache


Drive boy dog boy Dirty numb angel boy In the doorway boy She was a lipstick boy She was a beautiful boy And tears boy And all in your innerspace boy You had hands girl boy and steel boy You had chemicals boy I’ve grown so close to you Boy and you just groan boy She said comeover comeover She smiled at you boy. Drive boy dog boy Dirty numb angel boy In the doorway boy She was a lipstick boy She was a beautiful boy And tears boy And all in your innerspace boy You had hands girl boy and steel boy You had chemicals boy I’ve grown so close to you Boy and you just groan boy She said comeover comeover She smiled at you boy. Let your feelings slip boy But never your mask boy Random blonde bio high density rhythm Blonde boy blonde country blonde high density You are my drug boy You’re real boy Speak to me and boy dog Dirty numb cracking boy You get wet boy Big big time boy Acid bear boy Babes and babes and babes and babes and babes And remembering nothing boy You like my tin horn boy and get Wet like an angel Derail You got a velvet mouth You’re so succulent and beautiful Shimmering and dirty Wonderful and hot times On your telephone line And god and everything On your telephone And in walk an angel And look at me your mom Squatting pissed in a tube- hole at Tottenham Court Road I just come out of the ship Talking to the most Blonde I ever met Shouting Lager lager lager lager Shouting Lager lager lager lager Shouting… Lager lager lager Shouting Mega mega white thing Mega mega white thing Mega mega white thing Mega mega Shouting lager lager lager lager Mega mega white thing Mega mega white thing So many things to see and do In the tube hole true Blonde going back to Romford Mega mega mega going back to Romford Hi mom are you having fun And now are you on your way To a new tension headache

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