summer it's gone

Summer... it's gone and I don't know
Where everyone went or where I'll go
Summer... it's gone and I dont know
Which way is the best way to go
In dreams I hear voices that say:"Look this way!"
But I can't see nothing
So I turn away to head down roads
Dead ends and holes
And crowds of fools
With common colds
And they live in cars
And their cars don't run
They fight with phones
And despise the sun
The sun of summer it's gone and I don't know
Where everyone went or where I'll go
(Where I'll go)
Summer... it's gone and now i'ts clear
That no one is showing up here
In dreams I hear voices that say"Look this way!"
But it's all too lovelySo I turn away to head down roads
Dead ends and holes
And crowds of fools
With common colds
And they live in cars
And their cars don't run
They fight with phones
And despise the sun
The sun of summer... it's gone
The sun of summer... it's gone
The sun of summer... it's gone
The sun of summer... it's gone...it's gone...it's gone
Summer... it's gone and I don't know
Where everyone went or where I'll go
Summer... it's gone and I dont know
Which way is the best way to go
In dreams I hear voices that say:"Look this way!"
But I can't see nothing
So I turn away to head down roads
Dead ends and holes
And crowds of fools
With common colds
And they live in cars
And their cars don't run
They fight with phones
And despise the sun
The sun of summer it's gone and I don't know
Where everyone went or where I'll go
(Where I'll go)
Summer... it's gone and now i'ts clear
That no one is showing up here
In dreams I hear voices that say"Look this way!"
But it's all too lovely
So I turn away to head down roads
Dead ends and holes
And crowds of fools
With common colds
And they live in cars
And their cars don't run
They fight with phones
And despise the sun
The sun of summer... it's gone
The sun of summer... it's gone
The sun of summer... it's gone
The sun of summer... it's gone...it's gone...it's gone

Jason Lytle ha pubblicato da poco un disco solo soletto, per mettersi al riparo dalla fama dei Grandaddy, dicono. Dicono anche che si tratti di un gran bel disco. Tutto fantastico nei Grandaddy, meravigliosi i vuoti; peccato per questi "they live in cars, their cars dont' run, they fight with phones, and despise the sun", peccato per questi "they".
Penso spesso agli operai dell'Italsider di Bagnoli che, dopo la notizia della dismissione imminente e le prime avvisaglie di cassa integrazione, misero da parte un gruzzoletto per potersi permettere un viaggio nella capitale dell'Europa. Partirono, era il 22 luglio. Il 23 erano in strada, erano tanti, erano forti, il vento spirava nella stessa direzione in cui avevano scelto di muoversi. Saracinesche chiuse: il 23 luglio, festa nazionale in Belgio.
E poi stamattina vedo che nella ex coppia storica De Sica - Boldi qualcosa s'è rotto, uno ha ricevuto un riconoscimento importante, l'altro no e vuole adire le vie legali. Cavolo.