Otis:
[sucking on a lozenge]
Tastes like music. Reminds me of... being in jail.
Opal:
Otis... what were you in jail for?
[he grunts uncomfortably]
Opal:
You don't have to tell me. I was just wondering.
Otis:
I never hurt anybody. Never meant to. But I've been locked up. I remember the day very well. I was sitting in a park playing a little music. And there were people walking their dogs and children were laughing. It was a perfect day so I felt like playing music. I put my... I put my hat out there... but I wasn't really playing for money I just thought that if maybe someone was enjoying it then they'd throw a little change in there... not much but just...
Opal:
Well music is better if somebody's listening.
Otis:
Anyways... this police man came up to me... he said I was disturbing the peace and then he tried to take my guitar away from me and I guess I got real angry at him. But I'm not a bad man. I'm just not
[sung]
Otis:
a lucky man.
[spoken]
Otis:
Anyway they told me that I broke that policeman's nose, and they charged me with assault on a police officer, and no matter what I said they wouldn't listen... no matter what I said they wouldn't... they gave me three years... I said I'm not a bad man I'm just not
[sung]
Otis:
a lucky man.
[spoken]
Otis:
but you, when I, when I look at you
[sung]
Otis:
you are like a butterfly... a caterpillar's dream to fly. You bust out of this old cocoon and dry your wings off. Butterfly... go ahead and fly.
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05/03/2025 alle ore 08:36