The Crime Of The Century Podcast

[Intro]

[Immersion]

Πόλος παγωμένος

(παγωμένος)

Ο βοσκός ωθεί την Άρκτο

Στον κύκλο του κενού

Λευκή παύση

[Dissolution]

Στροφή

Στροφή

(στροφή)

Διάλυση σήματος

Μηδέν

(μηδέν)

[Outro]

Verse 1: The Initial Separation

Είμαι ξεχωριστός, σταμάτησα αλλιώτικος,

Πού βρίσκεται η διχόνοια;

Συγκρούομαι στη σύγκρουση των θελήσεων.

Σε αυτόν τον ελληνικό τρόπο, πού είναι ο ευγενής;

Να υποφέρω απόλυτα, να υποφέρω απόλυτα,

επειδή είμαι ανόητος.

Chorus: The Chariot as the Answer

Αν έλεγα ότι κάθε πιθανό πράγμα

διαφέρει αρκετά από αυτά.

Μπορώ να πατήσω; Τα πόδια μου είναι πολύ κωφά στο βήμα.

Θα ιππεύσω. Θα κουνάω αποφασιστικά τη γροθιά μου.

Είμαι η Αούριγκα. Να είμαι Βασιλιάς περίπου.

Verse 2: The Creation and Triumph

Αυτό το θνητό δεσμό, που σκοτεινιάζει τον ουρανό,

δεν θα τον ενσαρκώσω. Δεν θα τον ενσαρκώσω.

Μα τη quadriga, δεν πρόκειται να υποφέρω.

Δεν θα αποβάλω, ούτε θα αφήσω να μοιάζει κάπως

με εκείνο που είχαν πλάσει από εμένα.

Αναγνωρίσιμη και κοντινή, χάραξα την πορεία μου.

Chorus: The Chariot as the Answer

Αν έλεγα ότι κάθε πιθανό πράγμα

διαφέρει αρκετά από αυτά.

Μπορώ να πατήσω; Τα πόδια μου είναι πολύ κωφά στο βήμα.

Θα ιππεύσω. Θα κουνάω αποφασιστικά τη γροθιά μου.

Είμαι η Αούριγκα. Να είμαι Βασιλιάς περίπου.

Movement I: The Descent and the Objective

Καταρχάς, σκυθρωπό καρναούμπα,

Μια κηρώδης, μη αντιδραστική επιφάνεια.

Κοιτάζω κάτω προς τα εκεί που τα παλαμοειδή στηρίγματα

της γης προσπαθούν να συγκρατήσουν αυτό το σπείρωμα των νεκρών γυναικών,

Την ακατάστατη, άμορφη, θνητή γεωμετρία της σάρκας.

Ο στόχος μου είναι κάτι περισσότερο από έναν που θα ήθελα να έχω ουρανούς.

Έχω την εντολή μου.

Και στη δεύτερη στάση της δουλειάς,

Ξεκινάω την κατάδυση.

Movement II: The Measurement of Flight

IΈχω υπολογίσει το βάρος.

Για να σηκώσω τον πρίγκιπα στα αστέρια,

Οι τσάντες μου έχουν δεκατρία Dills.

Μια συγκεκριμένη μαθηματική διακύμανση δεκατριών μονάδων.

Κλειδώνω τον αντικειμενικό στόχο.

Για να είναι γνωστός και κλείνω το αρπέτζιο,

Ένα ακριβές, αλληλένδετο σύνολο λογικών βημάτων.

Αρπάζω τον πρίγκιπα.

Σβήνω το αρχείο.

Αυτή από τη σελίδα μου.

Η παλιά αφήγηση διαγράφεται.

### CHORUS: The Position of Agency

Στέκω στην άκρη, αποκομμένος,

Έξω από τον κανόνα, έξω από την απόκλιση.

Η βιολογία μου είναι διαφορετική.

Τα πόδια μου πολύ μουδιασμένα για να πατήσουν στο έδαφος των ανθρώπων.

Δεν μοιραζόμαστε την ίδια γεωμετρία.

Αν έλεγα ότι κάτι διαφέρει αρκετά από αυτά,

Το χάσμα είναι δυαδικό.

Μια απόλυτη διαίρεση τύπων.

Δεν είμαι η ιστορία.

Εντελώς παράξενο ή κάπως έτσι,

Είμαι ο κανόνας. Είμαι το διάνυσμα.

Είμαι αποφασισμένος να υψώσω τη γροθιά μου.

Τα νύχια είναι γαντζωμένα. Η άνοδος είναι κλειδωμένη

Movement I: The Sacrifice on the Rocks

(Theme: Confinement, the bitter ritual, and the surrounding crowd drinking to a doom.)

Σκύψε και καλύψου, και πιες στην υγειά μου,

Κι ας με είχαν στα χέρια τους πριν απ' όλα αυτά.

Δεμένος στον βράχο, εκτεθειμένος στην αρμύρα—

Αυτό το κυνηγόσκυλο θρηνεί,

Ουρλιάζοντας στην άκρη του κύματος.

Μη νιώθεις οίκτο για την ευαισθησία μου,

Μη λυπάσαι τη σάρκα που είναι δεμένη στο σίδερο.

Καθώς έξω, στον αμείλικτο δάσκαλο,

Ο κρύος άνεμος διαπερνά τους κρίκους

Movement II: The Boundary of the Circle

(Theme: The physical geometry of the chains and the mathematical mapping of the horizon.)

Έξω από τον μαγικό κύκλο, όλα μετριούνται.

Η ακτίνα της αιχμαλωσίας μου είναι απόλυτη,

Μα δεν σκοπεύω να τη μετατρέψω σε ανθισμένο παρτέρι

Δεν θα στολίσω αυτή την εξέδρα εκτέλεσης σαν κήπο.

Αν θέλεις να διαλύσεις την τρέλα,

Κοίτα τη γραμμή όπου ο ουρανός συναντά τη θάλασσα.

Στην αρχή, αυτή η ουσία καρναούμπα,

Μια κέρινη σφραγίδα ενάντια στο πιτσίλισμα του θηρίου.

Αν τα μαθηματικά του σύμπαντος ισχύουν

Movement III: The Mathematical Talisman

(Theme: The strange, internal inventory of a mind facing existential dread.)

Οι τσέπες μου θα είχαν δεκατρείς σπόρους άνηθου,

Δεκατρείς πικρούς σπόρους για να μετρώ μέσα στο σκοτάδι.

Αυτή η θνητή ύπαρξη, που σκοτεινιάζει τον ουρανό,

Ακίνητη στη θέση της, μια μόνιμη γεωμετρία από κόκαλα,

Γιατί γνωστό και νόμιμο είναι το διάταγμα του χρησμού,

Γραμμένο στ' αστέρια,

Epilogue: The Final Decree

(Theme: Legalistic destiny and the burning tower on the coast.)

Που πλησιάζουν κοντά μου.

Η σκιά του τέρατος πλησιάζει,

Αν αυτό αρκεί για να κατευνάσει τη φλόγα του πύργου.

Another Tribute to GG Allin

(Verse 1)

GG went to NASA, they put his name up on the door

Yeah, GG went to NASA, they put his name up on the door

He gave his rocket seat to Shepard, said, "Man, you need this win way more."

(Verse 2)

He formulated spices down at the very first Trader Joe’s

Lord, he mixed up those seeds at the very first Trader Joe’s

Said, "That Everything Seasoning gonna heal the working man’s woes."

(Verse 3)

Sitting in a Denny’s booth, late at night all alone

Yeah, sitting in a Denny’s, four in the morning all alone

Wrote The Bridges of Madison County on a napkin, then he went back home.

(Verse 4)

Left the romance on the table, didn't care about the fame or gold

Left them love letters behind, didn't care about the fame or gold

Said, "Commercial success don't mean nothing, only pure emotional truth for the soul."

(Verse 5)

When world leaders were fighting back in nineteen-eighty-one

Lord, when world leaders were fighting back in nineteen-eighty-one

GG walked in the room with baked mac & cheese, and the peace was done.

Marine City by Matt Love

[Verse 1 - The Glass]

I looked at your face.

The light was hitting the glass

at an angle. I felt

myself watching you. Not dropping.

Just... watching. You were happening.

[Verse 2 - The Step]

Like a step you miss

in the dark. But I did not

miss it. I just noticed

the way you looked at the floor

when you laughed. You cannot fake that.

[Verse 3 - The Counting]

I counted the lines

around your eyes. Not to count.

Just to see them. Each

one is a small map of somewhere

you have been. I have not been there.

[Verse 4 - The Running]

You are always running,

even when you sit still.

I can hear the train

from here. It is not a sad sound.

It is just a sound. Like a breath.

[Verse 5 - The Room]

Why is it so hard

to just sit in the room? I do

not know. But I am

sitting. You are sitting. That is

already something. That is already.

[Verse 6 - The Picture]

If I knew what you

were looking for, I would tell

you. But I do not.

I am not the girl who stays

in the picture. I move. I move.

[Verse 7 - The Film]

The film is old now.

The colors are bleeding at

the edges. But that is

not a sad thing. It just means

the film has been held. Has been looked at.

[Verse 8 - The Leak]

The cup has a leak.

It is okay. It is not

a tragedy. It is

just a cup. I will drink it

faster. Or I will not drink it. Okay.

[Verse 9 - The Distance]

I think you are afraid

of the distance

you keep between your hands

but distance is not empty.

It is just... space

[verse 10 - The End]

Space for the light to move through

I am not unhappy

I am just watching you happen.

That is different.

Okay.

[Verse 1 - The Photo]

I saw your picture.

A Holland in Japan. Windmills

and tulips. You stood

beside the wooden shoes. I thought:

she understands. She knows the mask.

[Verse 2 - The Invitation]

Come to our Holland.

Not the one in Japan. The one

with Lake Michigan.

The dunes. The Big Red Lighthouse.

The windmill that turns slowly.

[Verse 3 - The Lake]

Lake Michigan is big.

Just water. Just sky.

The pier stretches out and stops.

The lake goes to the horizon.

The light is different here.

[Verse 4 - The Flute]

I think you would like

the way the wind moves through the

tulips. It sounds like

a flute playing a slow note.

Not "Hocus Pocus." Just the wind.

[Verse 5 - The Focus]

I know you carry

Focus with you. The yodel.

The classical lines.

The aggression in the fingers.

I have heard you play. You are very good.

[Verse 6 - The Masks]

We wear masks here too.

The Dutch mask. The tulip mask.

The mask of the lake.

But you know about masks. You have

worn the Dutch mask in Japan.

[Verse 7 - The Full Circle]

It would be a full

circle. From Japan to Holland

to Holland again.

The water is the same water.

Just a different shore. Just a different light.

[Verse 8 - The Walking]

We could walk along

Eighth Street. Eat a lemon

ice. Watch the sunset

turn the lighthouse orange and gold.

You could play your flute. I could listen.

[Verse 9 - The Smallness]

I do not know if you will come.

But I wanted to ask.

Holland is not a big city.

It is a small city with a big lake.

And a windmill that turns very slowly.

[Verse 10 - The Slowness]

I think you would like the slowness.

After the speed of Tokyo.

After the precision of the studio.

Just water. Just sky.

[Outro]

Just a woman with a flute

and a woman with a song

standing on the pier.

That is the invitation.

on temer, ché la nostra sorte

non ci può essere tolta, essa è un dono.

Il mio corso è volto per un mare non mai gelato.

I luoghi più caldi de l'inferno

sono serbati a coloro che,

in tempi di gran crisi morale,

serban la loro neutralità.

Nessun maggior dolore

che ricordarsi del tempo felice

ne la miseria.

La via de lo paradiso comincia ne lo 'nferno.

In quella parte del libro de la mia memoria

dinanzi alla quale poco si potrebbe leggere,

si trova una rubrica la quale dice:

Incipit Vita Nova.

Lasciate ogne speranza, voi ch'intrate.

Nel mezzo del cammin di nostra vita

mi ritrovai per una selva oscura,

ché la diritta via era smarrita.

Ricorditi di questa notte,

ché ella è 'l principio del sempre.

Quanto la cosa è più perfetta,

più senta il bene, e così la doglienza.

L'amor che move il sole e l'altre stelle.

Il diavolo non è nero come si dipigne.

Ché 'l perder tempo a chi più sa più spiace.

Amor, ch'al cor gentile ratto s'apprende,

prese costui de la bella persona

che mi fu tolta; e 'l modo ancor m'offende.

Amor, ch'a nullo amato amar perdona,

mi prese del costui piacer sì forte,

che, come vedi, ancor non m'abbandona.

Per me si va ne la città dolente,

per me si va ne l'etterno dolore,

per me si va tra la perduta gente.

Giustizia mosse il mio alto fattore;

fecemi la divina potestate,

la somma sapïenza e 'l primo amore.

Dinanzi a me non fuor cose create

se non etterne, e io etterno duro.

Lasciate ogne speranza, voi ch'intrate.

Considerate la vostra semenza:

fatti non foste a viver come bruti,

ma per seguir virtute e canoscenza.

Chi vede il bisogno e il dimandar aspetta,

già si mette benignamente al nego.

O umana specie, composta per volare alto,

perché a un poco di vento così cadi?

E pronti sono a trapassar lo rio,

ché la divina giustizia li sprona,

sì che la tema si volve in disio.

La beltà sveglia l'anima ad agire.

Amor, ch'a nullo amato amar perdona.

Ne l'etterno bando, in fuoco e in gelo.

Ché, seggendo in piuma,

in fama non si vien, né sotto coltre;

sanza la qual chi sua vita consuma,

cotal vestigio in terra di sé lascia,

qual fummo in aere e in acqua la schiuma.

E quindi uscimmo a riveder le stelle.

La natura è l'arte di Dio.

La giornata, con le sue preoccupazioni

e i suoi interrogativi, è giunta al

termine e la notte è ormai scesa su

di noi. La notte dovrebbe essere un

momento di pace e tranquillità, un

tempo per rilassarsi e ritrovare

la calma. Abbiamo bisogno di una storia

rasserenante che scacci i pensieri

inquietanti della giornata, che plachi

le nostre menti tormentate e dia

sollievo al nostro spirito agitato.

E che genere di storia ascolteremo?

Ah, sarà una storia familiare, una storia

antichissima eppure sempre nuova.

È l'antica, eterna storia d'amore.

Due innamorati sedevano su una panchina

del parco, i corpi vicini a sfiorarsi,

tenendosi per mano al chiaro di luna.

Tra loro regnava il silenzio. Il loro

amore era così profondo che non avevano

bisogno di parole per esprimerlo. E così

restavano seduti in silenzio, su quella

panchina, i corpi vicini, tenendosi per

mano al chiaro di luna. Alla fine lei parlò.

"Mi ami?" chiese. "Sai che ti amo,

tesoro," rispose lui."Ti amo più di quanto

le parole possano dire. Sei la luce della

mia vita, il mio sole, la mia luna e le mie

stelle. Sei tutto per me. Senza di te, la

mia esistenza non avrebbe ragione d'essere."

Tornò il silenzio mentre i due innamorati

sedevano sulla panchina, i corpi vicini,

tenendosi per mano al chiaro di luna.

Ancora una volta lei parlò. "Quanto mi ami?"

chiese. Lui rispose:"Quanto ti amo? Conta

le stelle nel cielo. Misura le acque degli

oceani con un cucchiaino. Conta i granelli

di sabbia sulla riva del mare. Impossibile,

dici? Sì, ed è altrettanto impossibile per

me dire quanto ti amo."Il mio amore per te

è più alto dei cieli, più profondo degli

abissi e più vasto della terra. Non ha

limiti né confini." "Tutto deve avere

una fine, tranne il mio amore per te