Diecimila giorni

A cominciare con questo, ogni tanto posterò dei testi che trovo particolarmente ben riusciti. Il primo è quello della suite Wings For Marie/10,000 Days dei Tool.

Le due parti della title track dell'ultima opera dei Tool formano una delle pagine più emozionali dell'anno appena trascorso in ambito musicale.
La canzone è un testamento dei sentimenti del cantante Maynard James Keenan dopo il trapasso della madre Judith Marie, morta dopo essere stata paralizzata per 27 anni (ovvero circa 10000 giorni.) In passato Maynard aveva usato la cattolicissima figura materna per attaccare la religione (vedere il testo di Judith su Mer De Noms degli A Perfect Circle) qui lo scetticismo di Maynard è rivolto verso la gente che lo circonda, ma non verso la fede di sua madre, che definisce totale ed assoluta.
Il testo è pieno di immagini dall'impatto emotivo fortissimo, che vengono amplificate a dismisura dalla splendida musica che le accompagna.

You...
You believed ...
You believed in movements none could see
You believed in me

A passionate spirit
Uncompromised
Boundless and open
A light in your eyes
Then immobilized

Broken
Fell at the hands of those movements that I wouldn't see
Yet it was you who prayed for me
So what have I done
To be a son to an angel?
What have I done
To be worthy?

Daylight dims leaving cold fluorescents
Difficult to see you in this light
Please forgive this selfish question, but
What am I to say to all these ghouls tonight?
"She never told a lie
...well might have told a lie
But never lived one
Didn't have a life
Didn't have a life
But surely saved one"
See? I'm alright
Now it's time for us to let you go

Listen to the tales and romanticize
How we'd follow the path of the hero
Boast about the day when the rivers overrun
How we rise to the height of our halo

Listen to the tales as we all rationalize
Our way into the arms of the savior
Feigning all the trials and the tribulations
None of us have actually been there
Not like you

Ignorant siblings in the congregation
Gather around spewing sympathy
Spare me
None of them can even hold a candle up to you
Blinded by choice, these hypocrites won't see

But, enough about the collective Judas
Who could deny you were the one who
Illuminated your little piece of the divine?

And this little light of mine, a gift you passed on to me
I'm gonna let it shine to guide you safely on your way
Your way home...

Oh, what are they going to do when the lights go down
Without you to guide them all to Zion?
What are they going to do when the rivers overrun
Other than tremble incessantly?

High is the way, but all eyes are upon the ground
You were the light and the way they'll only read about
I only pray, Heaven knows when to lift you out
Ten thousand days in the fire is long enough
You're going home

You're the only one who can hold your head up high
Shake your fists at the gates saying:
"I've come home now!
Fetch me the spirit, the son, and the father
Tell them their pillar of faith has ascended
It's time now!
My time now!
Give me my, give me my wings!"

You are the light and way that they will only read about

Set as I am in my ways and my arrogance
(With the) burden of proof tossed upon the believers
You were my witness, my eyes, my evidence
Judith Marie, unconditional one

Daylight dims leaving cold fluorescentse
Difficult to see you in this light
Please forgive this bold suggestion, but
Should you see your Maker's face tonight
Look Him in the eye, look Him in the eye, and tell Him:
"I never lived a lie, never took a life, but surely saved one
Hallelujah, it's time for you to bring me home"