“In the time of chimpanzees I was a monkey
Butane in my veins and I’m out to cut the junkie
With the plastic eyeballs, spray-paint the vegetables
Dog food stalls with the beefcake pantyhose
Kill the headlights and put it in neutral
Stock car flamin’ with a loser and the cruise control
Baby’s in reno with the vitamin d
Got a couple of couches, sleep on the love-seat
Someone came in sayin’ I’m insane to complain
About a shotgun wedding and a stain on my shirt
Don’t believe everything that you breathe
You get a parking violation and a maggot on your sleeve
So shave your face with some mace in the dark

HORNBY ISTITUZIONALIZZATO.

“O,come, terrible anonymity

“Perché quello avrà dieci dischi al massimo”.
“E questo fa di lui un mostro, vero?”
“A mio modo di vedere, sì. Barry, Dick e io abbiamo deciso che non puoi essere una persona seria se hai…”
“Meno di cinquecento dischi. Sì, lo so. Me l’hai già detto un mucchio di volte (…)” (Nick Hornby, “Alta Fedeltà”, Ventitre, p. 166).

L’EDUCAZIONE SENTIMENTALE DI UN’ANIMA POP.