Primal Scream
Screamadelica

THE REVIEW

I was doing a quick calculation. Who has never found themselves counting, for example, how much time it takes to go buy cigarettes from the shop nearby, only to translate the result obtained into weeks, months, years of tobacco? How much time wasted. Or gained, who knows what one can encounter in those 50 meters of road. Never trust numbers. How can a man confide his deepest secrets and most hidden desires to a number? Some do and always will, I fear. But it's infinitely sweet to immerse oneself in a nebulous past, made more of sensations than of memories now erased over time by the distraction of memory.

You beat, you pound, you keep pulsing, but you do nothing other than being a copy of yourself, you do nothing other than delude us, but we play along, as always. We are happy to do it for you, we trust you, you are so sunny, available, and maybe loyal. Someone might consider you fake, keep going like that... Oh, I remember we used to run away from home, pants held up by an invisible entity, and we had to do it, feel the breath shorten, harder, stronger, feel the gasp of our breath now distorted. You don't think you can make it, yet you caught that tram, you won, and someone will always be willing to give you a pat on the back, look, that one over there is offering you a smoke. You did it out of passion, out of boredom, to test what you considered an enviable physique.

But this metallic voice really doesn't suit the situation, they should stop deluding us, we have a heart, or at least there's a rumor that we have one. You've arrived, breathless, victorious, you'll never see that guy with the smoke again, you don't care, you have to go, yes let's go, for the sake of saying it, for the strain of implementing your plans to conquer the world. Our anti/education demands it, you'll be the king's champion, your sword will wound and will never be satisfied with bandits, enemies, revolutionaries. You felt like that, but you didn't calculate the consequences. It happens, now you play who succumbs first. Who knows why there always has to be a winner and a loser, those voices again, maybe it's a bass, but where do you find a bass at this altitude?

The beautiful and the tragic, but not for me, is that their laughter will accompany you two, and I will watch you with them, pointing at the most foolish, mocking those who don't move their hips enough. It happens that you feel attracted to that voice, in fact, it's more than normal, but you don't know the screams, or the worst silences. I leave you. It's me again, just now that it's over, but no, I'm going back up, if you do it again, I'll always be with you, because your spaceship is departing, don't do it, you don't need to go, I miss you. Your guitars and your gaze will not make me change my mind about your intentions and mine, I will love you forever, but don't kiss me now.

I will stop loving you. My limit. I will always be able to chase you, to catch you, never to keep you. So go away! What has been, has been, I don't need to enter vortices of anxiety for things like these. You take me using the worst means, I might stop the beat, but it's strong, I don't hear you and I avoid doing it. We stayed awake, we talked about facts, anecdotes, attempts never brought to completion, and we weren't well, but we did it. No, you won't catch me but these waves are high, I can't swim. Once it was better, you could not think about it and enjoy your ignorance.

Suddenly we have started to extend our fears, we are all perverse/twisted, but as you feel now you will never feel again. In the clouds of our evil, we will all leave each other, we will go to unknown places to investigate ourselves and, oh, a bewildered look will flash on your face. I see it. I feel it written somewhere. We will never think about it. We will be totally strangers. You will remember it with a smile or have too many children and bills to pay to do so. We will not meet, we will not compare our ever-deepening wounds in the light of the sun.

It happened that the coils of our evil tightened, and breathlessly we could read everything in our eyes. The cure was indifference, terrible, disheartening, malevolent, these percussion are used, you wanted to give them to me as new, each time the cure overlapped with the evil, and vice versa, in an infinity that I wonder how we managed to survive. The fault or merit of that beat, I'm sure.

You will see that one day we will all meet again, it will return, and we will dance and sing and hail some of our sign of belonging and we will be satisfied, we won't have any more desires except to hold each other in any form, hold each other until it hurts, as we did once, as kids, but once again the candles will go out in another explosion of solar rays, uninvited, coming again to divide and divide us and yes, it will happen. We will not see each other anymore. You know it will be so.