The Black Keys - Ten Cent Pistol

Well, he ran around Late at night
Holding hands And making light
Of everything That came before
But there she was Behind the door

She hit them with her ten cent pistol
Because they ruined her name
Well, she hit them with her ten cent pistol
And they've never been the same

There's nothing worse In this world
Than payback from a Jealous girl
The laws of man Don't apply
When blood gets in A woman's eye

Well, she hit them with her ten cent pistol
Because they ruined her name
Well, she hit them with her ten cent pistol
And they've never been the same

Stars did fall Thunder rolled
Bugs crawled back In their holes
The couple screamed But far too late
Cause a jealous heart Did retaliate

She hit them with her ten cent pistol
Because they ruined her name
Well, she hit them with her ten cent pistol
And they've never been the same

The Black Keys - Ten Cent Pistol, Album "Brothers" (2010)

Poison tree

Neke stvari je bolje saznati ikad nego nikad!

Tragom melodije i refrena pesme sa radija naiđem na fan spot za pesmu Greg Browna i saznam da je autor ovih stihova zapravo William Blake. Pesma je iz opusa Songs of Innocence and Experience.

Čudesan je taj simbolizam kojim opisuje generisanje gneva, brutalno je istinska transformacija nepoželjnih emocija u... nešto drugo.

Iako je ovo mesto azil od svega lošeg, ružnog i razarajućeg, osvrnuću se na ovaj citat, jer njegova poezija čini da se zamislim nad mnogim stvarima...

"I was angry with my friend
I told my wrath, my wrath did end
I was angry with my foe
I told it not, my wrath did grow

And I watered it with fears
Night and morning with my tears
And I sunned it with smiles
And I watered it with fears
Night and morning with my tears
And with soft deceitful wiles

And it grew both day and night
'Till it bore an apple bright
And my foe beheld it shine
And he knew that it was mine

And into my garden stole
When the night had veiled the pole
In the morning glad I see
My foe outstretched beneath the tree"