Ending the end

Negli anni spensierati e tutto sommato intrisi di grande ottimismo in cui hanno vissuto i Beatles, anche la fine aveva una sfumatura diversa.
Sono sempre stato affascinato dalle ultime note, dai testamenti sonori dei grandi.
I Beatles compiono la parabola e chiudono il sipario con il pezzo feticcio “The end”.

Oh yeah, all right
Are you going to be in my dreams
Tonight?
Love You, Love You, (x15)
And in the end
The love you take
Is equal to the love you make.

La poetica del positivo, l’amore…alla fine di tutto.
Semplice. Perfetto.
Ed enigmatico, come capita quasi sempre in tutta l’opus incredibile dei Fab Four.
Vent’anni dopo i molto più tormentati Pink Floyd chiudono “Division Bell” (titolo già significativo, riferito alla politica, teatro dei maggiori scontri e una cover inquietante, di contrapposizione netta), l’album finale dei sopravvissuti alla battaglia Waters-Gilmour, con la magnifica “High hopes”, non a caso uno dei pochi pezzi del dopo Waters all’altezza di un passato leggendario.

Beyond the horizon of the place we lived when we were young
In a world of magnets and miracles
Our thoughts strayed constantly and without boundary
The ringing of the division bell had begun
Along the Long Road and on down the Causeway
Do they still meet there by the Cut
There was a ragged band that followed in our footsteps
Running before time took our dreams away
Leaving the myriad small creatures trying to tie us to the ground
To a life consumed by slow decay
The grass was greener
The light was brighter
With friends surrounded
The nights of wonder
Looking beyond the embers of bridges glowing behind us
To a glimpse of how green it was on the other side
Steps taken forwards but sleepwalking back again
Dragged by the force of some inner tide
At a higher altitude with flag unfurled
We reached the dizzy heights of that dreamed of world
Encumbered forever by desire and ambition
There’s a hunger still unsatisfied
Our weary eyes still stray to the horizon
Though down this road we’ve been so many times
The grass was greener
The light was brighter
The taste was sweeter
The nights of wonder
With friends surrounded
The dawn mist glowing
The water flowing
The endless river
Forever and ever

Qui la poetica è opposta : il rimpianto, l’acuta nostalgia negativa.
Un funerale sonoro, con tanto di campane.
Ma sorprendentemente l’uscita a sorpresa di “The endless river” (uno degli ultimi singhiozzi del testo di “High hopes”) butta il cuore oltre l’ostacolo.
Significativamente in memoria di un amico morto, uno dei “laterali” alla contesa di ego.
Ed è un album che finisce con un pezzo qualsiasi, quasi allegro, pur sapendo che è davvero la fine.

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