Trash – Suede

December 21st, 2006

“Trash”

Maybe, maybe it’s the clothes we wear,
The tasteless bracelets and the dye in our hair,
Maybe it’s our kookiness,
Or maybe, maybe it’s our nowhere towns,
Our nothing places and our cellophane sounds,
Maybe it’s our looseness,

But we’re trash, you and me,
We’re the litter on the breeze,
We’re the lovers on the streets,
Just trash, me and you,
It’s in everything we do,
It’s in everything we do…

Maybe, maybe it’s the things we say,
The words we’ve heard and the music we play,
Maybe it’s our cheapness,
Or maybe, maybe it’s the times we’ve had,
The lazy days and the crazes and the fads,
Maybe it’s our sweetness,

But we’re trash, you and me,
We’re the litter on the breeze,
We’re the lovers on the street,
Just trash, me and you,
It’s in everything we do,
It’s in everything we do…

Clarity – John Mayer

September 27th, 2006

I worry
I weigh three times my body
I worry
I throw my fear around
But this morning
There’s a calm I can’t explain
The rock candy’s melted, only diamonds now remain

ooh ooh ooh ooh

By the time I recognize this moment
This moment will be gone
But I will bend the light pretending
That it somehow lingered on
Well all ive gots
oooh oooh oooh oooh

And I will wait to find
If this will last forever
And I will wait to find
If this will last forever
And I will pay no mind
Well it won’t and it won’t because it can’t
It just can’t
(It’s not supposed to)

Was there a second of time I looked around?
Did I sail through or drop my anchor down?
Was anything enough to kiss the ground
And say I’m here now?
And she is here now

oooh oooh oooh oooh
oooh oooh oooh ooooooh…

So much wasted in the afternoon
So much sacred in the month of June
How bout you?

And I will wait to find
If this will last forever
And I will wait to find
That it won’t and it won’t and it won’t
And I will pay no mind
Worried bout no rainy weather
And I will waste no time
Remaining in our life together

haaa haaa haaa haaa haaa haaa haaaaaaa…

ooooooo…

Audioslave – Doesn’t remind me

September 25th, 2006

“Doesn’t Remind Me”

I walk the streets of Japan till I get lost
Cause it doesn’t remind me of anything
With a graveyard tan carrying a cross
Cause it doesn’t remind me of anything
I like studying faces in a parking lot
Cause it doesn’t remind me of anything
I like driving backwards in the fog
Cause it doesn’t remind me of anything

[Chorus]
The things that I’ve loved the things that I’ve lost
The things I’ve held sacred that I’ve dropped
I won’t lie no more you can bet
I don’t want to learn what I’ll need to forget

I like gypsy moths and radio talk
Cause it doesn’t remind me of anything
I like gospel music and canned applause
Cause it doesn’t remind me of anything
I like colorful clothing in the sun
Cause it doesn’t remind me of anything
I like hammering nails and speaking in tongues
Cause it doesn’t remind me of anything

[Chorus]
The things that I’ve loved the things that I’ve lost
The things I’ve held sacred that I’ve dropped
I won’t lie no more you can bet
I don’t want to learn what I’ll need

Bend and shape me
I love the way you are
Slow and sweetly
Like never before
Calm and sleeping
We won’t stir up the past
So descretely
We won’t look back

[Chorus]
The things that I’ve loved the things that I’ve lost
The things I’ve held sacred that I’ve dropped
I won’t lie no more you can bet
I don’t want to learn what I’ll need

I like throwing my voice and breaking guitars
Cause it doesn’t remind me of anything
I like playing in the sand what’s mine is ours
If it doesn’t remind me of anything

Overkill – Men at Work

September 13th, 2006

Overkill

I can’t get to sleep
I think about the implications
Of diving in too deep
And possibly the complications

Especially at night
I worry over situations
I know will be alright
Perhaps its just imagination

Day after day it reappears
Night after night my heartbeat, shows the fear
Ghosts appear and fade away

Alone between the sheets
Only brings exasperation
It’s time to walk the streets
Smell the desperation

At least there’s pretty lights
And though there’s little variation
It nullifies the night
From overkill

Day after day it reappears
Night after night my heartbeat, shows the fear
Ghosts appear and fade away
COME BACK ANOTHER DAY

I can’t get to sleep
I think about the implications
Of diving in too deep
And possibly the complications

Especially at night
I worry over situations
THAT I know will be alright
It’s just overkill

Day after day it reappears
Night after night, my heartbeat, shows the fear
Ghosts appear and fade away

The spinto Band – Oh Mandy

August 30th, 2006

The Spinto Band – Oh Mandy

I got a gnome in the backyard
I put him right on the X mark
he’s supposed to show me where the money is
hey wont you show me where the money is
I got it all on the back of my hand
I want your answer so I won’t forget
then show me right where your heart is
oh right now tell me where your heart is

Oh Mandy, Oh Mandy
Oh Mandy, Oh Mandy
So Dreamy, Oh Mandy
So Killing, Oh Mandy

Sure I had trouble from the onset
I tried to chase things I couldn’t get
Show me a rerun on the W
Show me a rerun on the WB
So What’s it like to be in it
and move away to the Midwest
I gotta message for your auntie
I gotta message for your auntie

Oh Mandy, Oh Mandy
Oh Mandy, Oh Mandy
So Dreamy, Oh Mandy
So Killing, Oh Mandy
Oh Mandy, Oh Mandy
Can read me, and has me
Oh Mandy, Oh Mandy’s
Completely out of reach

And now I know I’m at the end of my wits
don’t gotta tell me where this is going
cus I know nothing ever falls apart
yeah I know nothing ever falls apart
remind me once more where this is going
before I fling it out into the ocean
it’s kind of level but its wavy
Its looking more blue than it is green
it’s looking quiet as I jump in
so I can finally hear you scream
You got a gnome in the backyard
you put him right on the X mark
you’re eating brains out the back of my head
oh yeah, that’s where the money is

Oh Mandy, Oh Mandy
Oh Mandy, Oh Mandy
So Dreamy, Oh Mandy
So Killing, Oh Mandy
Oh Mandy, Oh Mandy
Can read me, and has me
Oh Mandy, Oh Mandy’s
Completely out of reach

Colin Hay – I Just Don’t Think I’ll Ever Get Over You

March 7th, 2006

Vorrei davvero farvela sentire questa canzone. Certe volte uno si chiede se esiste il modo di rappresentare i propri sentimenti in maniera perfetta e autentica e poi gli capitano sotto mano canzoni come queste che descrivono magistralmente sensazioni che hai provato e che magari proverai nello stesso identico modo perché tu sei fatto così e non c’è niente e nessuno che ti possa cambiare ne ora ne mai, perché sei te stesso anche durante alle tue crisi di malinconia che non partono da nulla di preciso, ma che ci sono e che stai imparando a capire, quasi ad apprezzare. Ti chiedi come mai un tramonto possa essere così doloroso, come mai una musica così lacerante, poi capisci che la tua vita è, per buona parte fatta di ricordi, e che molti di questi ricordi sono vividi, straordinariamente potenti, da toglierti il fiato e fanno male, malissimo, anche a trent’anni, anche dopo. Senti nell’aria un profumo che apparentemente non appartiene a nulla di concreto e tangibile, ma una zona del tuo cervello di cui conosci l’esistenza ma ignori il nome, decide per te cosa riportare a galla.
Oh, quante volte ha fatto male, quasi come fosse dolore fisico. M ail dolore fisico è altro, altri dolori sono comprensibili, questo no, questo è un di più nella vita.

Fuori della finestra, ora, aldilà della Grù che fa parte dei lavori di restauro, in un cielo azzurro limpido con striature arancioni sta passando un aereo, lascia una scia riconoscibilissima alla quale mi attacco.

Poi arriva questa canzone:

I drink good coffee every morning
Comes from a place that’s far away
And when I’m done I feel like talking
Without you here there is less to say
I don’t want you thinking I’m unhappy
What is closer to the truth
That if I lived till I was 102
I just don’t think I’ll ever get over you
I’m no longer moved to drink strong whisky
‘Cause I shook the hand of time and I knew
That if I lived till I could no longer climb my stairs
I just don’t think I’ll ever get over you
Your face it dances and it haunts me
Your laughter’s still ringing in my ears
I still find pieces of your presence here
Even after all these years
But I don’t want you thinking I don’t get asked to dinner
‘Cause I’m here to say that I sometimes do
Even though I may soon feel the touch of love
I just don’t think I’ll ever get over you
If I lived till I was 102
I just don’t think I’ll ever get over you

E mi perdo. Perdonatemi…

What Else Is There? – Royksopp

February 10th, 2006

It was me on that road
But you couldn’t see me
Too many lights out, but nowhere near here

It was me on that road
Still you couldn’t see me
And then flashlights and explosions

Roads end getting nearer
We cover distance but not together

I am the storm I am the wonder
And the flashlights nightmares
And sudden explosions

I don’t know what more to ask for
I was given just one wish

It’s about you and the sun
A morning run
The story of my maker
What I have and what I ache for

I’ve got a golden ear
I cut and I spear
And what else is there

Roads and getting nearer
We cover distance still not together

If I am the storm if I am the wonder
Will I have a flashlights nightmares
And sudden explosions

There’s no room where I can go and
You’ve got secrets too

I don’t know what more to ask for
I was given just one wish

Solo per te – Negramaro

April 3rd, 2005

solo per te
convinco le stelle
a disegnare nel cielo infinito
qualcosa che somiglia a te

solo per te
io cambierò pelle
per non sentir le stagioni passare
senza di te

come la neve non sa
coprire tutta la città

come la notte
non faccio rumore
se cado è per te

come la neve non sa
coprire tutta la città

come la notte
non faccio rumore
se cado è per te

è per te
è per te
è per te

come la notte
non faccio rumore
se cado è per te

come la notte
non faccio rumore
se cado è per te

come la notte
non faccio rumore
se cado è per te

come la notte
non faccio rumore
se cado è per te

Yoshimi Battles the Pink Robots

March 20th, 2005

Oggi è il giorno di “Yoshimi Battles the pink robots” dei Flaming Lips.
E’ anche questo un disco primeverile e mentre lo ascolto, mi tira lentamente su di morale. Sapete, per uno come me che è sempre sull’orlo della malinconia, mantenere l’equilibrio è un’operazione molto importante e delicata. Ho scelto questo album e tra poco mi metto anche a leggere qualcosa di divertente, tanto per mantenere alto il livello di serotonina nell’organismo.

Take a Picture – Filter

November 29th, 2004

Awake on my airplane
Awake on my airplane
My skin is bare
My skin is theirs
Awake on my airplane
Awake on my airplane
My skin is bare
My skin is theirs
I feel like a newborn
And I feel like a newborn
Awake on my airplane
Awake on my airplane
I feel so real

Chorus:
Could you take my picture
‘Cuz I won’t remember
Could you take my picture
‘Cuz I won’t remember
Could you take my picture
‘Cuz I won’t remember
Could you take my picture
‘Cuz I won’t remember
Yeah

I don’t believe in
I don’t believe in
In your sanctity
Your privacy
I don’t believe in
I don’t believe in
Sanctity
A hypocrisy
Could everyone agree that
No one should be left alone
Could everyone agree that
They should not be left alone yeah
And I feel like a newborn
And I feel like a newborn
Kicking and screaming

Chorus

Hey dad what do you think about your son now
Ah hey dad what do you think about your son now

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