12 Σεπ 2013

Can't keep my eyes from the circling skies...


Ήμουν στο Ξυλόκαστρο με τον Άρη. Απόγευμα. "Τι να βάλω;" με ρωτάει. "Βάλε, ρε μάλαξ, το Learning To Fly". "Όχι ρε", μου λέει αυτός. Αντιδικούμε ελαφρώς. Τον πείθω. Και στο ρεφραίν, παρά την αρχική του άρνηση, δεν κρατιέται και τραγουδάει

can't keep my eyes from the circling skies

Ενόραση. Μου συμβαίνει ενίοτε. Είμαι νεκρός. Η αδελφούλα μου, ως της έχω παραγγείλει, την ώρα της ψαρόσουπας, παίζει το Learning To Fly- κι οι φίλοι, στο ρεφραίν, σιγοτραγουδάνε τους στίχους που αγάπησα πολύ.

Into the distance, a ribbon of black
Stretched to the point of no turning back
A flight of fancy on a windswept field
Standing alone, my senses reel
A fatal attraction is holding me fast
How can I escape this irresistible grasp?

Can't keep my eyes from the circling skies
Tongue-tied and twisted, just an earth-bound misfit, I

Ice is forming on the tips of my wings
Unheeded warnings, I thought I thought of everything
No navigator to find my way home
Unladened, empty and turned to stone
A soul in tension that's learning to fly
Condition grounded but determined to try

Can't keep my eyes from the circling skies
Tongue-tied and twisted just an earth-bound misfit, I

Above the planet on a wing and a prayer
My grubby halo, a vapour trail in the empty air
Across the clouds I see my shadow fly
Out of the corner of my watering eye
A dream unthreatened by the morning light
Could blow this soul right through the roof of the night

There's no sensation to compare with this
Suspended animation, a state of bliss

Can't keep my mind from the circling skies
Tongue-tied and twisted just an earth-bound misfit, I