TESTO
I leaned against the mantel
sick,sick.
Thinking of my failure
Looking into the abyss.
Weak from the noon-day heat
a church bell sounded mournfully far away
I heard the cry of a baby
and the coughing of John Yarnell
Bed-ridden
feverish,feverish,dying
Then the violent voice of my wife:"Watch out!
The potatoes are bruning".
I smelled them then
there was irresistible disgust
I pulled the trigger
blackness,light
Unspeakable regret
fumbling for the world again
Too late thus I came here
With lungs for breathing
One cannot breath here
With lungs though one must breathe
Of what use is it to rid oneself
Of the world when no soul may ever
escape the eternal destiny of life?
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ALBUM E INFORMAZIONI
La canzone Harold Arnett si trova nell'album Echoes of Spoon River-Part 1-The Hill uscito nel 2021.
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