Timothy

It happened that dark afternoon, a misty November 2014
The orange lights of the local library
Were welcoming all sorts of ghosts
The smell of silence and paper calmed down the few of us
Who decided to escape the fog

I wasn't looking for a specific book
Just jumped across the narratives: the ancient, the old, the new
Straight through history in five big steps
And on the left you have religions
On the right comic books
And then, straight ahead, a massive wall:
Essayistic tomes that try to explain the world

Like a broken pixel on a white monitor
A small blue booklet stood out
And drew me close enough to read its title
But the moment the first letter became recognizable
A hand touched my shoulder.

So I froze and suddenly turned around

The man looked at me deeply in the eyes
But his frightened sight just went through my skull
His blue eyes were flickering beyond, before and after me
His Brit-pop mandala t-shirt was pumping out sweat
And he stuttered
He said something like: "hey, do you have a moment?"
"Sure," I said "Are you alright?"

He replied with a gesture as if to suggest going outside

So I followed him through the doors
Made of old wood and yellow glass
We sat under a porch but couldn't see any further

The fog became wet, dark

He looked really distressed, you'd say sad and frightened
But without any trace of panic

His red face was still, his hands were shaking
I could have thought he was just crazy, you know?
Would you blindly follow everyone in the dark?
His eyes reassured me the moment I saw them
They gave me hope that someone wise
Used them to see something terrible

And then his encrusted lips opened once again
His voice felt like mist
He said

"This hyperobjectivity, it doesn't come to mind
It touches everything you have, you thought that you could hide
It crosses ages from day one, since God was just a kid
It passes through the Universe, from Pluto to Madrid

You talk about it in your sleep, you read that it's a lie
You wonder when, how could it be? You'll see it when you die
Now brace yourself for what I'll say, go home and tell your friends
All life will disappear again the world's about to end"

Na, nanana, na - na, nanana, na
La, lalala la, lalai, lalai, lala

Oh Timothy, Timothy spiegami perchè
Il mondo sta morendo, io seduto ascolto te
Mi spieghi della fine e canti di strane melodie
Chiudendo gli occhi piangi e balli techno litanie

(Oh Timothy, Timothy, explain me why
The world is dying and i'm sitting here listening to you
You talk about the End and sing of strange melodies
Closing your eyes you cry and dance techno lithanies)