Cowboys - Counting Crows

quando uno torna con questo pezzo per me 5 anni poteva pure farli trascorrere....ed eccolì qua, i crows, col migliore paroliere americano degli ultimi 20 anni, uno che manda a casa Springsteen solo scrivendo la lista della spesa, uno che Eddie Vedder canzoni così non ne scrive da millenni....la canzone potete ascoltarla e scaricarla dall'indirizzo myspace che pubblicizza l'uscita del disco.... www.myspace.com/saturdaynightssundaymornings !

ed ecco il testo, splendido:

Cowboys on the road tonight
Crying in their sleep
If I was a hungry man with a gun in my hand
And some promises to keep
Who wanted to change the world…
What’s as easy as murder?
It’s all headlights and vapor trails
And Circle K killers
And I could look at anyone but you now
I could fall into the eyes of anyone but you now
So come on, come on, come on, come on,
Come on through now
Come on, come on, come on, come on,
Come on through now
This is a list of what I should have been but I’m not
This is a list of the things that I should have seen
But I’m not seeing
The look in your eyes as his fingertips lit on your neck
And it made you shiver
I’m just turning away from where I should have been
Because I am not anything
The president’s in bed tonight but he can’t get to sleep
Cause all the cowboys on the radio are killers
And I believe she loves you
Cause you never make her feel like anything
She said I wouldn’t feel a thing
But I can feel, oh I can feel
And I know I could look at anyone but you now
I could fall into the arms of anyone but you now
So come on, come on, come on, come on,
Come on through now
Come on, come on, come on, come on,
Come on through now
This is a list of what I should have been but I’m not
This is a list of the things that I should have seen
But I’m not seeing
The look in your eyes as his finger’s unzipping your dress
And it makes you shiver
I’m just turning away from what I shouldn’t see
Because I am not anything
Everyone’s in bed tonight but nobody can sleep
Cause all the satellites are watching through our windows
She says she doesn’t love me like she’s acting
But it’s as if she isn’t talking
Cause Mr. Lincoln’s head is bleeding
On the front row while she’s speaking
I said come on all you cowboys
All you blue-eyed baby boys
Come on all you dashing gentlemen of summer
I’ll wait for you where Saturday’s a memory
And Sunday comes to gather me
Into the arms of god who’ll welcome me
Because I believe…Oh I believe…
And I know I could look at anyone but you now
I could fall into the eyes of anyone but you now
So come on, come on, come on, come on,
Come on through now
Come on, come on, come on, come on,
Come on through now
This is a list of what I should have been but I’m not
This is a list of the things that I should have seen
But I’m not seeing you look at me
So please won’t you look at me?
Cause I’m not seeing you look at me
Oh I will make you look at me
Or I am not anything