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Del minidocumental de Oliver sobre su trabajo Sweet dreams me llamó la atención la explicitud de sus comentarios acerca de su desasosiego y me gustó mucho la pequeña referencia que hace a la incomodidad de tantos y tantos creadores con el hecho de vivir tal cual está propuesto -min. 7-. Al final, viene a decir él, muchos se marchan de manera voluntaria, pero no por ello carente de sufrimiento, o bien crean sus trucos para sobrevivir, como él propone al final: imaginarse en el 2020 sin sus monstruos. Por lo que leo de Vic, el caso no debió de ser muy distinto.
En 2007 salió a la luz su álbum North Star Deserter, dentro del cual estaba la canción que nos ocupa, You're never alone, interpreto que su particular truco al estilo del 2020 de Oliver. Dos años después, en las navidades de 2009, el truco no dio más de sí.




it's ok, you can take a condom
it's ok, you can take valtrex
and it's ok, you can get an abortion
and then keep on keeping on
it's ok, you can take a prilosec
and it's ok, you can take vioxx
and it's ok, you can get a quadruple bypass
and then keep on keeping on
you are never alone

it's ok, in moderation
it's ok, cutting down
it's ok, you can quit tomorrow
but for now keep on keeping on
it's ok, you can take the bible
and it's ok, you can be saved
and it's ok, you can be forgiven
and for now keep on keeping on
you are never alone

Tres años después, 2012, uno de los que lo querían publicó un disco que giraba en torno a él. Dejo una muestra, el primer corte, de una finura de escalpelo.




Don’t know what the fuck they talk about
Maybe blowing kisses, blowing…
And really what difference does it make.
Oh oh oh, grandpa’s coughing in the kitchen
But the string sound good, maybe add some flute
And how do you get the cups out from up there
Will you use a ladder, just use the ladder
Seagulls just avoid talk about seagulls
They running off of some … table
And harps and electric guitar, his phone rings
Oh, oh, oh, the young …
Them dudes always crying, walking under…
And everything is plenty, spilling over,
Like it was the last thing on your mind

Oh, and who's gonna miss you.
Here come them crazy flutes, them crazy flutes again.
Sustain me with your voice between the coffee maker.
I adore you. And I represent you cryin, 'cause
We were born, we were born to lose

Oh, and who's gonna miss you.
Here come them crazy flutes, them crazy flutes again.
Sustain me with your voice between the coffee maker.
I adore you. And I represent you cryin, 'cause
We were born, we were born to lose