La luce illumina la sala vuota ed il vocione di Calvin Johnson rimbalza sui muri.

Se poteva esistere un modo bello per dire addio, quello di ieri sera è stato il migliore possibile.

In omaggio a quelli che c’erano quell’ultima canzone, Beat Happening, Teenage Caveman:





His tires start spinning, rock and roll starts winning

we rise to the top, we're the cream of the crop

we make with the hair cuts straight outta the past

we blast first, we blast last



teenage caveman rock with skin and bone

it's the cry of the wild, we cry alone

we cry alone, we cry alone



we cry alone, we cry alone



got a strand of barbed wire stwied around my throat

teenage caveman blind and without any hope

let's get primitive right now, down with the rocks and the dirt

let's bang our heads girl, trade spit 'til it hurts



teenage caveman rock with skin and bone

it's the cry of the wild, we cry alone

we cry alone, we cry alone



woke to the sound of an angel, rolling close to the door

i can hear the flowers bloom the dust and something roar



teenage caveman rock with skin and bone

it's the cry of the wild, we cry alone

we cry alone, we cry alone.



Per questi anni in viale Zagabria: Gianni, Dedu, Fede, Alberto, Ginka, Max, Yogi e tutti gli altri.

Grazie.