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  • I Don't Like Mondays

    Jan 15 2007, 11h32

    Visto che oggi è lunedì, visto che sabato c'è stato quel grande evento del Live8 organizzato dall'autore di questa canzone, ho deciso di pubblicarne il testo.
    Per chi non sapesse il retroscena, una piccola introduzione: una ragazzina di 16 anni un bel giorno si è messa a sparare ai compagni di scuola e quando le è stato chiesto perchè lei ha risposto... I don't like mondays

    I Don't Like Mondays



    The silicon chip inside her head
    Gets switched to overload.
    And nobody's gonna go to school today,
    She's going to make them stay at home.
    And daddy doesn't understand it,
    He always said she was as good as gold.
    And he can see no reason
    'Cause there are no reasons
    What reason do you need to be shown?

    Tell me why?
    I don't like Mondays.
    Tell me why?
    I don't like Mondays.
    Tell me why?
    I don't like Mondays.
    I want to shoot
    The whole day down.

    The telex machine is kept so clean
    As it types to a waiting world.
    And mother feels so shocked,
    Father's world is rocked,
    And their thoughts turn to
    Their own little girl.
    Sweet 16 ain't so peachy keen,
    No, it ain't so neat to admit defeat.
    They can see no reasons
    'Cause there are no reasons
    What reason do you need to be shown?

    Tell me why?
    I don't like Mondays.
    Tell me why?
    I don't like Mondays.
    Tell me why?
    I don't like Mondays.
    I want to shoot
    The whole day down.

    All the playing's stopped in the playground now
    She wants to play with her toys a while.
    And school's out early and soon we'll be learning
    And the lesson today is how to die.
    And then the bullhorn crackles,
    And the captain crackles,
    With the problems and the how's and why's.
    And he can see no reasons
    'Cause there are no reasons
    What reason do you need to die?

    Tell me why?
    I don't like Mondays.
    Tell me why?
    I don't like Mondays.
    Tell me why?
    I don't like Mondays.
    I want to shoot
    The whole day down.
  • Blue Orchid

    Jan 15 2007, 11h30

    Oggi torno a parlare di amenità ed ecco che vi propongo una canzone che conosco tipo da 2 giorni. Si tratta di Blue Orchid de The White Stripes dall'album Get Behind Me Satan.
    Per chi non conoscesse il gruppo si tratta di una coppia, ex marito-moglie, che suonano solo un basso e una batteria. Le canzoni che ne risultano sono forse alla fine un po' ripetitive, ma non per questo poco geniali. Ve li consiglio in ogni caso.



    You got a reaction
    You got a reaction, didn't you?
    You took a white orchid
    You took a white orchid turned it blue

    Something better than nothing
    Something better than nothing, it's giving up
    We all need to do something
    Try to keep the truth from showing up

    How dare you
    How old are you now, anyway?
    How dare you
    How old are you now, anyway?

    You're given a flower
    But I guess there's just no pleasing you
    Your lip tastes sour
    But you think that it's just me teasing you

    You got a reaction
    You got a reaction, didn't you?
    You took a white orchid
    You took a white orchid turned it blue

    Get behind me
    Get behind me now, anyway
    Get behind me
    Get behind me now, anyway

    You got a reaction
    You got a reaction, didn't you?
    You took a white orchid
    You took a white orchid turned it blue
  • Hang On To Your IQ

    Jan 15 2007, 11h27

    La canzone di questa settimana è di uno dei miei gruppi preferiti e se leggerete attentamente il testo potrete capire qualcosa riguardante il sito...
    Quindi buona lettura con questo interessante testo dei Placebo.

    TocarHang on to Your IQ



    Chinese masseuse, comes between us
    talks in haikus, plastic venus.
    Got a headrush, in her pocket
    two rubbers two lubes, and a silver rocket

    Hang on, hang on
    to your IQ, to your ID
    hang on, hang on
    to your IQ, to your ID

    I'm lonely

    Every morning, my eyes will open wide
    I gotta get high, before I go outside.
    Roll another, for breakfast
    burning clouds around, and in my solar plexus.

    Hang on, hang on
    to your IQ, to your ID
    hang on, hang on
    to your IQ, to your ID

    I'm lonely

    Legs eleven, makes me stay up late
    two fat ladies on my back, and now it's 88.
    I'm a fool, whose tool is small
    it's so miniscule, it's no tool at all.

    hang on, hang on
    to your IQ, to your ID
    hang on, hang on
    I'm lonely

    Oh
  • Bocca di rosa

    Jan 15 2007, 11h26

    Dopo un po' di problemi nella gestione del sito, ecco che vi propongo la canzone della settimana sotto una nuova veste.
    Non più come pagina separata, ma come post, con la possibilità di commentare.
    La canzone di questa settimana è di Fabrizio De Andrè ed è la famosissima Bocca di rosa.



    La chiamavano Bocca di rosa
    metteva l'amore, metteva l'amore,
    la chiamavano Bocca di rosa
    metteva l'amore sopra ogni cosa.

    C'è chi l'amore lo fa per noia
    chi se lo sceglie per professione
    Bocca di rosa né l'uno né l'altro
    lei lo faceva per passione.

    Ma la passione spesso conduce
    a soddisfare le proprie voglie
    senza indagare se il concupito
    ha il cuore libero oppure ha moglie.

    E fu così che da un giorno all'altro
    Bocca di rosa si tirò addosso
    l'ira funesta delle cagnette
    a cui aveva sottratto l'osso.

    Ma le comari di un paesino
    non brillano certo in iniziativa
    le contromisure fino a quel punto
    si limitarono all'invettiva.

    Si sa che la gente dà buoni consigli
    sentendosi come Gesù nel tempio
    si sa che la gente dà buoni consigli
    se non può più dare il cattivo esempio.

    Così una vecchia mai stata moglie
    senza mai figli, senza più voglie
    si prese la briga edi certo il gusto
    di dare a tutte il consiglio giusto.

    E rivolgendosi alle cornute
    le apostrofò con parole argute:
    "Il furto d'amore sarà punito, -
    disse, - dall'ordine costituito".

    E quelle andarono dal commissario
    e dissero senza parafrasare:
    "Quella schifosa ha già troppi clienti
    più di un consorzio alimentare".

    Ed arrivarono quattro gendarmi
    con i pennacchi, con i pennacchi,
    ed arrivarono quattro gendarmi
    con i pennacchi e con le armi.

    Spesso gli sbirri e i carabinieri
    al proprio dovere vengono meno
    ma non quando sono in altra uniforme
    e l'accompagnarono al primo treno.

    Alla stazione c'erano tutti
    dal commissario al sagrestano,
    alla stazione c'erano tutti
    con gli occhi rossi e il cappello in mano.

    A salutare chi per un poco
    senza pretese, senza pretese,
    a salutare chi per un poco
    portò l'amore nel paese.

    Ma una notizia un po' originale
    non ha bisogno di alcun giornale,
    come una freccia dall'arco scocca
    vola veloce di bocca in bocca.

    E alla stazione successiva
    molta più gente di quanto partiva
    chi manda un bacio chi getta un fiore
    chi si prenota per due ore.

    Persino il parroco che non disprezza
    tra un miserere e un'estrema unzione
    il bene effimero della bellezza
    la vuole accanto in processione.

    E con la Vergine in prima fila
    e Bocca di rosa poco lontano
    si porta a spasso per il paese
    l'amore sacro e l'amor profano.
  • Knights of Cydonia

    Nov 26 2006, 19h31

    25 Nov – Muse, The Noisettes
    Cydonia is the region on Mars where some believe life has existed, and is the site of the infamous Face on Mars. The cover artwork for Black Holes and Revelations by Muse is set on the surface of Mars, and is thought to be a reference to this region and the song. The four men sitting around the table have miniature horses in front of them, and as such are probably meant to be metaphorical knights of Cydonia. They may also represent the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse, from the Book of Revelation in the New Testament of the Bible, with their horses of four different colours (source: Wikipedia).

    Yesterday my Knights of Cydonia were Matthew Bellamy, Dominic Howard and Chris Wolstenholme, known as the rock band Muse: at 9 o'clock in the evening I was at the Treptower Arena in Berlin to see them in concert.

    Their performance was great! Unfortunately I was not really close to the stage and I wasn't able to see them correctly or to be surrounded by loud music and crazy dancing people :-( . I really enjoyed every minute of the concert though.

    They opened the performance with Take a Bow, but everything began actually with TocarStarlight and New Born: the audience was warm and participating. Butterflies And Hurricanes was performed by Matthew as usual with a great solo at the piano and Map of the Problematique, my favourite track from the new album, followed. The audience gone really crazy with Plug In Baby and everybody was singing my plug in baby, crucifies my enemies.
    A short break with the instrumental Forced In to start rocking again with Hysteria and Citizen Erased. Yuhuuu!!!
    One of the best moments during the whole gig was the interpretation of Hoodoo (Matthew is a god at the piano) and especially Invincible when the big screen shown some images of revolutions... Together we're invincible...
    More than an half of the concert was over when was the time of great songs like Supermassive Black Hole, Time Is Running Out and Bliss.
    For the first encore were performed Muscle Museum and Stockholm Syndrome.
    And finally... Knights of Cydonia... A track I really loved once it was performed yesterday live... It was simply fantastic!

    I really need to see them again ;-) and as soon as possible. They should maybe just try to make less breaks between some songs which are too rock to let the audience without fire!

    Matthew is great, especially at the piano, Chris has a really particular presence on the stage (why are all sexy men straight?) and Dominic gives them and the audience the right rhythm.

    A really bad note to the organisation especially for the wardrobe!