Prima d'ora non avevo mai ascoltato nulla degli Athletes, nè - ammetto la mia ignoranza- avevo mai sentito parlare della band; sulla versione inglese di wikipedia potete trovare una breve biografia con discografia annessa. Poi, all'improvviso, mi fanno ascoltare una ballata di una dolcezza struggente, raccontandomi la storia del giovane cantante la cui bambina, alla nascita, viene trasportata di corsa in terapia intensiva perchè prematura. Un ospedale pediatrico lascia un'impronta indelebile nell'animo di chiunque ci metta piede - anche solo per pochi giorni - ed ancora di più quando vi si entra col terrore che il nostro bambino possa non farcela.
Ecco, questa è la canzone che dà voce a tutto questo, al dolore di chi insegue un'ambulanza-cicogna senza neppure aver smaltito l'emozione del parto, all'angoscia dell'attesa, al cuore che si spezza vedendo l'immagine di quei fili che avviluppano il corpicino di tuo figlio come in un filmaccio di fantascienza. I fili. E' da lì che parte la canzone, ed è lì che torna ogni volta la mente, quando giocandoti un brutto scherzo ti ripiazza davanti i ricordi.
You got wires, goin in
You got wires, comin out of your skin
You got tears
Making tracks
I got tears
That are scared of the facts
Running down corridors
Through automatic doors
Got to get to you
Got to see this through
I see hope is here in a plastic box
I've seen christmas lights reflect in your eyes
You got wires, goin in
You got wires, comin out of your skin
There's dry blood on your wrist
Your dry blood on my fingertip
Running down corridors
Through automatic doors
Got to get to you
Got to see this through
First night of your life
Curled up on your own
Looking at you now
You would never know
I see it in your eyes
I see it in your eyes
You'll be alright
I see it in your eyes
I see it in your eyes
You'll be alright
Alright
Running down corridors
Through automatic doors
Got to get to you
Got to see this through
I see hope is here in a plastic box
I've seen christmas lights reflect in your eyes
Down corridors
Through automatic doors
Got to get to you
Got to see this through
First night of your life
Curled up on your own
Looking at you now
You would never know
You got wires, comin out of your skin
You got tears
Making tracks
I got tears
That are scared of the facts
Running down corridors
Through automatic doors
Got to get to you
Got to see this through
I see hope is here in a plastic box
I've seen christmas lights reflect in your eyes
You got wires, goin in
You got wires, comin out of your skin
There's dry blood on your wrist
Your dry blood on my fingertip
Running down corridors
Through automatic doors
Got to get to you
Got to see this through
First night of your life
Curled up on your own
Looking at you now
You would never know
I see it in your eyes
I see it in your eyes
You'll be alright
I see it in your eyes
I see it in your eyes
You'll be alright
Alright
Running down corridors
Through automatic doors
Got to get to you
Got to see this through
I see hope is here in a plastic box
I've seen christmas lights reflect in your eyes
Down corridors
Through automatic doors
Got to get to you
Got to see this through
First night of your life
Curled up on your own
Looking at you now
You would never know
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