29.10.08

Baal's Hymn



Whilst his mother's womb
contained the growing Baal
Even then the sky was waiting
quiet and pale
Naked, young, immensely marvellous
Like Baal loved it, when he came to us

That same sky remained with him
in joy and care
Even when Baal slept peaceful and unaware
At night a lilac sky, a drunken Baal
Turning pious as the sky grows pale

So through hospital, cathedral, whiskey bar
Baal kept moving onwards
and just let things go

When Baal's tired, boys,
Baal cannot fall far
He will have his sky down there below

When the sinners congregated
in shame together
Baal lay naked,
revelling in their distress
Only sky, a sky that will go on forever
Formed a blanket for his nakedness

And that lusty girl, the world,
who'll laughing yield
To the men who'll stand
the pressure of her thighs
Sometimes gave him love-bites,
such as can't be healed

Baal survived it, he just used his eyes
And when Baal saw lots of corpses
scattered round
He felt twice the thrill,
despite the lack of room
"Space enough" said Baal,
"then I'll thicken the ground
Space enough
within this woman's womb"

Any vice for Baal has got its useful side
It's the man who practices it,
he can't abide
Vices have their point,
once you see it as such
Stick to two for one
will be too much

Slackness, softness are
the sort of things to shun
Nothing could be harder
than the quest for fun
Lots of strength is needed
and experience too
Swollen bellies
can embarrass you
Under gloomy stars
and this poor veil of tears
Baal will graze a pasture till it disappears
Once it's been digested
to the forest's teeth
Baal trod singing
for a well earned sleep

Baal can spot the vultures
in the stormy sky
As they wait up there to see
if Baal will die
Sometimes Baal pretends he's dead,
but vultures swoop
Baal in silence dines on vulture-soup
When the dark womb
drags him down to its prize

What's the world still mean to Baal,
he's overfed
So much sky is lurking still
behind his eyes
He'll just have enough sky when he's dead
Once the Earth's dark womb
engulfed the rotting Baal
Even then the sky was up there,
quiet and pale
Naked, young, immensely marvellous
Like Baal loved it
when he lived with us

Baal è un'opera di Bertold Brecht scritta quando aveva vent'anni. Parla di un anti-eroe che rigetta le convenzioni della borghesia del tempo. Vive da outsider ed ha i modi di un criminale. Porta al suicidio una delle sue amanti e manda alla rovina altre donne. E' responsabile anche della morte di un suo amico.
Muore in solitudine vagando per il bosco.

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