Se avessi il drappo ricamato del cielo,

intessuto dell’oro e dell’argento e della luce,

i drappi dai colori chiari e scuri del giorno e della notte

dai mezzi colori dell’alba e del tramonto,

stenderei quei drappi sotto i tuoi piedi:

invece, essendo povero, ho soltanto sogni 

e i miei sogni ho steso sotto i tuoi piedi;

cammina leggera, perché cammini sui miei sogni.

                                                   William Butler Yeats

Appliances have gone berserk.
I can not keep up
treading on people’s toes.
snot-nosed little punk.

And I can’t face the evening straight,
you can offer me escape.
Houses move and houses speak,
if you take me there you’ll get relief.

And if I’m gonna talk,
I just wanna talk.
Please don’t interrupt,
just sit back and listen.

’Cause I can’t face the evening straight,
you can offer me escape.
Houses move and houses speak,
if you take me there you’ll get relief.

It’s too much,
too bright,
too powerful.