So we don’t give a damn if she ain’t Martel

Si parlava di poesie messe in musica, e mi è venuta in mente quella volta che i Lost Generation tentarono di dimostrare che il rap era stato inventato da Ernest Hemingway verso il 1920, mentre si vantava delle scorribande coi compagni di trincea in licenza a Schio, insomma il rap sarebbe nato in provincia di Vicenza.

There was Ike and Tony and Jaque and me by Lost Generation>

There was Ike and Tony and Jaque and me
Roaring thru Schio town
Three days leave and a’feelin free
Well puffed up but we still could see
We were lookin ‘em up and down
Especially up and down.

For a face don’t matter on three days’ leave
To Ike or Tony or Jaque or me.
You can look at a face, an a face is free
But an ankle’s somethin’ to make your grieve
For an ankle’s an indication.
Cognac’s good if it ain’t Martel,

And an ankle has secrets it doesn’t tell.
Sometimes it keeps them, but buy and sell.
Three days more we’ll be back in hell
So we don’t give a damn if she ain’t Martel.