Scrivo ancora scosso. Scrivo dopo una notte tranquilla. Dall'altra parte dell'oceano, di là in America ieri sera è morto Heath Ledger. E io l'ho saputo appena sveglio. In questo blog non ho mai parlato prettamente di cinema, ma forse questo post merita (purtroppo) di essere scritto. Heath era un grande, un grandissimo attore, uno di quelli di una volta, un istrione, sicuro, pieno di carisma, considerato da tutti una della più grandi promesse del mondo cinematografico, impenetrabile ed eccezionale. Di lui in questi giorni si parlerà molto. Soprattutto di come e perchè sia morto.A me delle dinamiche poco importa. Era giovane, aveva solo 3 anni più di me. Cosa sono alla fine 3 anni? Mi ritorna alla mente il solito breve verso di Bukowsky "i belli muoiono giovani / e lasciano i brutti alla loro brutta vita". E Heath avrà sempre 28 anni, "forever young" come canterebbe Dylan, ha pagato il suo debito con l'immortalità lasciandoci tutti con l'amaro in bocca, lasciandoci tutti a pensare, lasciandoci tutti ad invecchiare con le nostre debolezze e i nostri problemi. "Deponi la tua stanca melodia", buon viaggio Heath...
(Leath Hedger interpreta "Bob Dylan" in I'm not there)
LAY DOWN YOUR WEARY TUNE
words and music Bob Dylan
Lay down your weary tune, lay down,
Lay down the song you strum,
And rest yourself 'neath the strength of strings
No voice can hope to hum.
Struck by the sounds before the sun,
I knew the night had gone.
The morning breeze like a bugle blew
Against the drums of dawn.
Lay down your weary tune, lay down,
Lay down the song you strum,
And rest yourself 'neath the strength of strings
No voice can hope to hum.
The ocean wild like an organ played,
The seaweed's wove its strands.
The crashin' waves like cymbals clashed
Against the rocks and sands.
Lay down your weary tune, lay down,
Lay down the song you strum,
And rest yourself 'neath the strength of strings
No voice can hope to hum.
I stood unwound beneath the skies
And clouds unbound by laws.
The cryin' rain like a trumpet sang
And asked for no applause.
Lay down your weary tune, lay down,
Lay down the song you strum,
And rest yourself 'neath the strength of strings
No voice can hope to hum.
The last of leaves fell from the trees
And clung to a new love's breast.
The branches bare like a banjo played
To the winds that listened best.
I gazed down in the river's mirror
And watched its winding strum.
The water smooth ran like a hymn
And like a harp did hum.
Lay down your weary tune, lay down,
Lay down the song you strum,
And rest yourself 'neath the strength of strings
No voice can hope to hum.
words and music Bob Dylan
Lay down your weary tune, lay down,
Lay down the song you strum,
And rest yourself 'neath the strength of strings
No voice can hope to hum.
Struck by the sounds before the sun,
I knew the night had gone.
The morning breeze like a bugle blew
Against the drums of dawn.
Lay down your weary tune, lay down,
Lay down the song you strum,
And rest yourself 'neath the strength of strings
No voice can hope to hum.
The ocean wild like an organ played,
The seaweed's wove its strands.
The crashin' waves like cymbals clashed
Against the rocks and sands.
Lay down your weary tune, lay down,
Lay down the song you strum,
And rest yourself 'neath the strength of strings
No voice can hope to hum.
I stood unwound beneath the skies
And clouds unbound by laws.
The cryin' rain like a trumpet sang
And asked for no applause.
Lay down your weary tune, lay down,
Lay down the song you strum,
And rest yourself 'neath the strength of strings
No voice can hope to hum.
The last of leaves fell from the trees
And clung to a new love's breast.
The branches bare like a banjo played
To the winds that listened best.
I gazed down in the river's mirror
And watched its winding strum.
The water smooth ran like a hymn
And like a harp did hum.
Lay down your weary tune, lay down,
Lay down the song you strum,
And rest yourself 'neath the strength of strings
No voice can hope to hum.
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