Here I Dreamt I Was an Architect

    Here I Dreamt I Was an Architect – The Decemberists

    And here I dreamt I was a soldier
    And I marched the streets of Birkenau
    And I recall in spring
    The perfume that the air would bring
    To the indolent town
    Where the barkers call the moon down
    The carnival was ringing loudly now
    And just to lay with you
    There’s nothing that I wouldn’t do
    Save lay my rifle down

    And try one, and try two
    Guess it always comes down to
    All right, it’s okay, guess it’s better to turn this way

    And I am nothing of a builder
    But here I dreamt I was an architect
    And I built this balustrade
    To keep you home, to keep you safe
    From the outside world
    But the angles and the corners
    Even though my work is unparalleled
    They never seemed to meet
    This structure fell about our feet
    And we were free to go

    And try one, and try two
    Guess it always comes down to
    All right, okay, guess it’s better to turn this way

    And here in Spain I am a Spaniard
    I will be buried with my marionettes
    Countess and courtesan
    Have fallen ‘neath my tender hand
    When their husbands were not around
    But you, my soiled teenage girlfriend
    And how you are furrowed like a lioness
    And we are vagabonds
    We travel without seatbelts on
    We live this close to death

    And try one, and try two
    Guess it always comes down to
    All right, okay, guess it’s better to turn this
    But I won, so you lose
    Guess it always comes down to
    Alright, it’s okay, guess it’s better to turn this way

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    7 thoughts on “Here I Dreamt I Was an Architect

    1. Bella la canzone, qualche anno fa l’avevo inserita in una playlist tutta a tema architettura, da cui a memoria vi consiglio anche il gruppo Architecture In Helsinki e la canzone “The architect” dei dEUS (in cui se non ricordo male compaiono discorsi di Buckminster Fuller!) e “Thru this architect’s eyes” di Bowie.

    2. premesso che a me i Decemberist mi stanno indigesti come un polpettone di strutto, mi chiedo solo: cronista ed estremistaedile, dove sieteeeeeeeeeeee

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