from "Il Matto e la Luna" (una scatola di poesie)

ROCK POEM    -    Versione italiana

Lying on a mattress
on the ground
I listen to the rock of the Who
and the schizophrenic music
dissociated enters
and calms my state of mind.
Tommy is a good child
and Townsend is a Grecian god,
not like that tin god, that Clapton:
it's too easier to play with eight fingers in each hand.
Quadrophenia and seasons are going by
My Generation and Substitute old music
and genuine, isn't a good thing for this
new generation, deceitful like brilliantine.

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