In my viewfinder
Massimo S. Volonté – Photography
International Geophysical Year
Standing tough under stars and stripes
We can tell
This dream’s in sight
You’ve got to admit it
At this point in time that it’s clear
The future looks bright
On that train all graphite and glitter
Undersea by rail
Ninety minutes from New York to Paris
Well by seventy-six we’ll be A.O.K.
What a beautiful world this will be
What a glorious time to be free
Get your ticket to that wheel in space
While there’s time
The fix is in
You’ll be a witness to that game of chance in the sky
You know we’ve got to win
Here at home we’ll play in the city
Powered by the sun
Perfect weather for a streamlined world
There’ll be spandex jackets one for everyone
What a beautiful world this will be
What a glorious time to be free
On that train all graphite and glitter
Undersea by rail
Ninety minutes from New York to Paris
(More leisure for artists everywhere)
A just machine to make big decisions
Programmed by fellows with compassion and vision
We’ll be clean when their work is done
We’ll be eternally free yes and eternally young
What a beautiful world this will be
What a glorious time to be free
_ Donald Fagen [I.G.Y.] _
Image info: “International Geophysical Year”
Ninety minutes from New York to Paris, Nov. 2025
© Massimo S. Volonté
City Sickness – 566
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“City Sickness no. 566”
Milano, Italy, 2025
© Massimo S. Volonté
This is the hook
This one thing I tell you friend
I don’t believe in supermen
Who fly thru the clouds above the rest
I don’t believe in the best
And I never wanted to fight with you
It’s just the last thing that I wanna do
But you’re so afraid to look at love
Gotta let it all go this cut-above stuff
‘Cause this is the hook that drags you
This is the hook in the crook of your neck
It’s the hook that snags you
This is the hook
And this one thing I tell you friend
All of our trials gonna come to an end
And you and I, we’re gonna fall
Like we never have stood on this little earth at all
‘Cause this is the hook that drags you
This is the hook in the crook of your neck
It’s the hook that snags you
This is the hook in the crook of your neck
It’s hook that drags you
This is the hook.
_ Grant-Lee Buffalo [The hook] _
Image info: “This is the hook”
This little Earth, Sep. 2025
© Massimo S. Volonté
Without caption #111
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“Without caption #111”
Italy, Sep. 2024
© Massimo S. Volonté
A little is enough
They say that love often passes in a second
And you can never catch it up
So I’m hanging on to you as though eternity beckon
But it’s clear that the match is rough
Common sense’s tell me not to try’n continue
But I’m after a piece of that diamond in you
So keep an eye open
My spirit ain’t broken
Your love is so incredible
Your body so edible
You give me an overdose of love
Just a little is enough
I’m like a connoisseur of champagne cognac
The perfume nearly beats the taste
I eat an oyster and I feel the contact
But more than one would be a waste
Some people want an endless line that’s true
But all I have to have’s a little time with you
A smile sets me reeling
A kiss feel like stealing
Your love is like heroin
This addict is mellowing
I can’t pretend that I’m tough
Just a little is enough
Just like a sailor heading into the seas
There’s a gale blowing in my face
The high winds scare me but I need the breeze
And I can’t head for any other place
Life would seem so easy on the other track
But even a hurricane won’t turn me back
You might be an island
On the distant horizon
But the little I see
Looks like heaven to me
I don’t care if the ocean gets rough
Just a little is enough
Common sense’s tell me not to try’n continue
But I’m after a piece of that diamond in you
So keep an eye open
My spirit ain’t broken
Your love is so incredible
Your body so edible
You give me an overdose of love
Just a little is enough
_ Pete Townshend [A little is enough] _
Image info: “A little is enough”
Italy, Oct. 2019
© Massimo S. Volonté
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