Ένας παρεξηγημένος στην εποχή του και όχι ακριβώς “επίκαιρος” στις μέρες μας καλλιτέχνης, σε ένα από τα λιγότερο γνωστά τραγούδια του. Για μένα όμως, το Kolly Kibber’s Bithday από το πρώτο σόλο άλμπουμ του Julian Cope, είναι ένα απέριττο αριστούργημα που με συγκινεί όπως την πρώτη φορά που το άκουσα.
An artist misunderstood in his time, and not exactly “topical” in our days, on one of his lesser-known songs.
For me though, Kolly Kibber’s Bithday from Julian Cope’s debut solo album, is an unadorned masterpiece that moves me like the first time I heard it.

My life is a delicate balance
The distance between town A and town B
Fighting experience and wilfull ignorance
Smiling at such naivete
Weak and emotional
It drains the soul
Welcomes you into town
Tears down your strategy
It blocks your road
Pumps blood where no blood should be
And as the fog gets clearer
Shadows in your eyes appear
The weak gets strong and nearer
And condensation tears are brushed away
My war is a Pyrrhic victory
My mind aghast
Tears like a circular saw
Crown Prince indifference
Comes marching in
Proudly but ripped to the core
Weak and emotional, it irrigates
Half of our hearts at one time
More than in Liverpool, and Junior school
Like lions we cling to our pride.
And as the fog gets clearer
Shadows in your eyes appear
The weak gets strong and nearer
And condensation tears are brushed away
My arms bear a payment to liberty
My mind aghast
Smashes the chains of tyrrany
Pale and exitable, they flail around
The naked aggression we feel
My heart’s chemical invendiarys
Correct the past
Walk – and on water we try
Weak and emotional, Insufferable,
Security softens the lie.