It was raining from the first
And I was dying there of thirst
So I came in here
And your long-time curse hurts
But what’s worse
Is this pain in here
I can’t stay in here
Ain’t it clear that–I just can’t fit
Yes, I believe it’s time for us to quit
When we meet again
Introduced as friends
Please don’t let on that you knew me when
I was hungry and it was your world.
Ah, you fake just like a woman, yes, you do
You make love just like a woman, yes, you do
Then you ache just like a woman
But you break just like a little girl.
(Bob Dylan, Just like a woman)
Quando ogni canzone, una canzone a caso, prende significato, di solito comincio a preoccuparmi. Di cosa poi non so, visto che alla fine mi ritrovo sempre al punto di partenza e il callo ormai l’ho fatto.