Parachutes – Coldplay

November 29th, 2004

Parachutes
In a haze, a stormy haze, I’ll be round
I’ll be loving you always, always
Here I am and I’ll take my time
Here I am and I’ll wait in line always
Always

Aimee Mann – Deathly

November 19th, 2004

Aimee Mann – Deathly

Now that I’ve met you
would you object to
never seeing each other again
cause I can’t afford to
climb aboard you
no one’s got that much ego to spend
So don’t work your stuff
because I’ve got troubles enough
no, don’t pick on me
when one act of kindness could be
deathly
deathly
deathly
definitely
Cause I’m just a problem
for you to solve and
watch dissolve in the heat of your charm
but what will you do when
you run it through and
you can’t get me back on the farm
So don’t work your stuff
because I’ve got troubles enough
no, don’t pick on me
when one act of kindness could be
deathly
deathly
deathly
definitely
You’re on your honor
cause I’m a goner
and you haven’t even begun
so do me a favor
if I should waver
be my savior
and get out the gun
Just don’t work your stuff
because I’ve got troubles enough
no, don’t pick on me
when one act of kindness could be
deathly
deathly
deathly
definitely

Crash into me

October 28th, 2004

Forse ho già postato questo testo sul mio primo blog, ma oggi ho voglia di ribadire il concetto. Questa è la mia canzone d’amore definitiva, assime a “To Sheila” degli Smashing Pumpkins.

Crash Into Me – Dave Matthews Band

You’ve got your ball
you’ve got your chain
tied to me tight tie me up again
who’s got their claws
in you my friend
Into your heart I’ll beat again
Sweet like candy to my soul
Sweet you rock
and sweet you roll
Lost for you I’m so lost for you

You come crash into me
And I come into you
I come into you
In a boys dream
In a boys dream

Touch your lips just so I know
In your eyes, love, it glows so
I’m bare boned and crazy for you
When you come crash
into me, baby
And I come into you
In a boys dream
In a boys dream

If I’ve gone overboard
Then I’m begging you
to forgive me
in my haste
When I’m holding you so girl
close to me

Oh and you come crash
into me, baby
And I come into you
Hike up your skirt a little more
and show the world to me
Hike up your skirt a little more
and show your world to me
In a boys dream.. In a boys dream

Oh I watch you there
through the window
And I stare at you
You wear nothing but you
wear it so well
tied up and twisted
the way I’d like to be
For you, for me, come crash
into me

Shadow of the sun – Audioslave

October 21st, 2004

AUDIOSLAVE – Shadow Of The Sun Lyrics

Once upon a time
I was on a mind to lay your burden down
and leave you where you stood
you believed i could
you’d seen it done before
i could read your thoughts
and tell you what you saw
and never say a word
but now that is gone
over with and done
and never to return

i can tell you why
people die alone
i can tell you why
the shadow on the sun

staring at the loss
looking for the cause
and never really sure
nothing but a hole
to live without a soul
and nothing to be learned

i can tell you why
people go insane
i can show you how
you could do the same
i can tell you why
the end will never come
i can tell you on
the shadow on the sun

shapes of every size
move behind my eyes
doors inside my head
bolted from within
every drop of flame
lights a candle in
memory of the one
who lived inside my skin

i can tell you why
people go insane
i can show you how
you could do the same
i can tell you why
the end will never come
i can tell you on
the shadow on the sun

shadow on the sun
shadow on the sun
shadow on the sun
shadow on the sun
shadow on the sun
shadow on the sun
shadow on the sun
sun
sun

This is your life

September 5th, 2004

And you open the door and you step inside
We’re inside our hearts
Now imagine your pain as a white ball of healing light
Thats right
Your pain, the pain of self is a white ball of healing light
I dont think so

This is your life
Good to the last drop
It doesnt get any better than this
This is your life and its ending one minute at a time

This isnt a seminar
This isnt a weekend retreat
Where you are now you can’t even imagine what the bottom will be like
Only after disaster can we be resurrected
It’s only after you’ve lost everything you are free to do anything

Nothing is static
Everything is evolving
Everything is falling apart

You are not a beautiful and unique snowflake
You are the same decaying organic matter as everything else
We are all part of the same compost heap
We are the all singing all dancing crap of the world

You are not your bank account
You are not the clothes you wear
You are not the contents of your wallet
You are not your bowel cancer
You are not your grande latte
You are not the car you drive
You are not your fucking kakkeys(?)

You have to give up
You have to realise that someday you will die
Until you know that
You are useless

I say, let me never be complete
I say, may I never be content
I say, deliver me from swedish furniture
I say, deliver me from clever art
I say deliver me from clear skin and perfect teeth
I say you have to give up
I say evolve, and let the chips fall as they may

I want you to hit me as hard as you can (x2)
Welcome to fight club
If this is your first night – You have to fight

Tyler Durden – This Is Your Life Lyrics

‘Cause this i my style.

August 29th, 2004

I can only disappoint you – Mansun

I travelled from dublin, you said you’d change the world
You sing like sinatra, always
You pulled ’em for miles now, like garbo in berlin
You played ’em for zeroes, just like always
Tonight, some bitch is hassling me
And tonight, it feels so good feeling cheap

I can only disappoint you ’cos I always let you down
I can only disappoint you ’cos I always let you down

You turned a man cuckoo, half animal, half grace
The chick was a teaser, always
Tonight, their hips will swivel and turn
So we drove, to the place where we first met

I can only disappoint you ’cos I always let you down
I can only disappoint you, always

The queens they all loved you, the tall, the short, the fair
The sailors, the psychos, always
And here, I faltered, gun in my hand
And you, with piggies scrawled on your wall
And tonight, her note said better off dead
And the earth has never moved for me since

I can only disappoint you ’cos I always let you down
I can only disappoint you, always
I can only disappoint you ’cos I always let you down
I can only disappoint you ’cos I always let you down
’cos I always let you down
’cos I always let you down

’cos I always let you down
’cos I always let you down
(’cos I always let you down) ’cos I always let you down
’cos I always let you down
’cos I always let you down
’cos I always let you down
’cos I always let you down

Il tempo quanto tempo

August 20th, 2004

IL TEMPO QUANTO TEMPO.

Il tempo, quanto tempo
e dopo tanto tempo rincontrarti
e i nostri cuori non so se smemorati o incerti
e con addirittura la paura di non sapere
come salutarti.

Il tempo, quanto tempo
e poi chissà da dove son passate
in tutti questi anni le nostre vite,
chissà che facce abbiamo forse siamo
due persone sconosciute.

Eppure la luce del viso è sempre la stessa,
lo stesso sguardo tu così diversa,
ma forse è solo qualche ruga nei tuoi occhi
da animale in fuga.

Ed io, che non mi vedo
e non so niente del mio viso,
di fronte a te sono confuso e un po’ a disagio,
fa un po’ male quella mia caricatura
che il tempo mi prepara.

Il tempo, quanto tempo
e dopo tanto tempo non ci viene
nemmeno una parola o un’emozione,
ci siamo un po’ perduti come tutti
non per cattiveria ma per distrazione.

Eppure la voce è la stessa così famigliare,
la stessa donna tu così cambiata,
che ora un po’ lontana e assente
mi saluta educatamente.

Ed io, io mi domando
cosa resta di un amore
qualche rimpianto e un angolino di dolore
ma fa male quella mia caricatura
che il tempo mi prepara.

Listone musicale

August 20th, 2004

Saltando di Blog in Blog sono capitato qui e ho deciso di stilare il mio personale listone. Non riesco a resistere ai listoni. Spero che il promotore dell’iniziativa non se ne abbia a male.
Si parla di canzoni, di ricordi e di preferenze.
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Music

August 3rd, 2004

Most of the Time – Bob Dylan
Most of the time
I’m clear focused all around,
Most of the time
I can keep both feet on the ground,
I can follow the path, I can read the signs,
Stay right with it, when the road unwinds,
I can handle whatever I stumble upon,
I don’t even notice she’s gone,
Most of the time.

Most of the time
It’s well understood,
Most of the time
I wouldn’t change it if I could,
I can’t make it all match up, I can hold my own,
I can deal with the situation right down to the bone,
I can survive, I can endure
And I don’t even think about her
Most of the time.

Most of the time
My head is on straight,
Most of the time
I’m strong enough not to hate.
I don’t build up illusion ’till it makes me sick,
I ain’t afraid of confusion no matter how thick
I can smile in the face of mankind.
Don’t even remember what her lips felt like on mine
Most of the time.

Most of the time
She ain’t even in my mind,
I wouldn’t know her if I saw her
She’s that far behind.
Most of the time
I can’t even be sure
If she was ever with me
Or if I was with her.

Most of the time
I’m halfway content,
Most of the time
I know exactly where I went,
I don’t cheat on myself, I don’t run and hide,
Hide from the feelings, that are buried inside,
I don’t compromised and I don’t pretend,
I don’t even care if I ever see her again
Most of the time.

La voce di Corgan

August 1st, 2004

Quando gli Smashing Pumpkins annunciarono il loro scioglimento, io ero in Inghilterra e stavo finendo di scoprire il loro ultimo album, Machina the Machine of God. L’album, in un certo senso, non aggiunge nulla al valore degli SP. In realtà, tranne un paio di tracce, non l’ho trovato fenomenale. E’ stato, in quell’occasione, più piacevole ascoltare un Cd omaggio nel quale c’era una versione acustica di Mayonese da far venire i brividi. Il loro scioglimento, dicevo, mi colpì a Reading, un mattina come altre, con i postumi di una bella sbornia ancora appesi ai vestiti. In quell’occasione ebbe difficoltà a mettere a fuoco la notizia. Il fatto era questo. Per me, Billie Corgan era da sempre stato la voce della mia malinconia, nel taglio ruvido delle sue corde vocali risiedeva l’essenza profonda della mia malinconia, canzoni come Mayonese, To Sheila, Today, Cherub Rock e altre erano perfettamente in sintonia con ciò che sentivo. Con il loro sciogliemento era come se la mia malinconia avesse perso la sua voce naturale, come se si fosse ammutolita, pur avendo molto di più da dire.
Poi sono nati gli ZWAN, li ho rivisti oggi su Allmusic e questo post è nato dal nulla, ecco un po’ di scrittura dell’immediato. Mentre digito questo post, ho il CD degli Zwan che gira sullo stereo e non posso fare a meno di pensare che la voce di Corgan ha cambiato tonalità, i testi sono molto più bright (uso questa parola perché credo dia, nel suo suono, l’idea dell’esplosione di luce), non è più la voce della malinconia, ma di uno che sta tentando di uscirne e vede la luce in fondo al tunnel, Corgan, non sembra nemmeno più lui.
Dagli SP agli ZWAN le cose sono cambiate, ma Corgan ha sempre l’unica voce che riesce a risvegliare in me tutto me stesso, e mi fa pregare di diventare uno scrittore che riesca a comunicare emozioni forti, che faccia riflettere ed emozionare. Non sarò bravo a tirare fuori dal cilindro delle trame emozionanti, tantomeno avrò talento nello scovare significati nascosti da scene di vissuto, ho solo l’ambizione di scrivere storie che parlino di uomini e donne e che siano taglienti e malinconici come la voce di Corgan e che siano luminose e piene di speranza, come la voce di Corgan.

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