Medicine? Cocteau Twins?....come volete...questa è una gemma.....

 

 

Sometimes it rains inside my head
And the words run dry
Now walls of breathing hands
Are reaching up to touch my thigh

No they don't have to take you away
No they don't have to take you away
No they don't have to take you away
No they don't have to take you away

Sometimes it's bright inside my head
Except at the back of my eyes
And hands of breathing walls
Are reaching up

No they don't have to take you away
No they don't have to take you away
No they don't have to take you away
No they don't have to take you away
(no no no no)
Don't have to take you away

 

  

 

 

 stringimi madre
ho molto peccato
ma la vita è un suicidio
l'amore un rogo
e voglio un pensiero superficiale
che renda la pelle splendida

senza un finale che faccia male
coi cuori sporchi
e le mani lavate
a salvarmi
vieni a salvarmi
salvami
bacia il colpevole
se dice la verità
ma si
ma si
ma si
ma si

passo le notti
nero e cristallo
a sceglier le carte
che giocherei
a maledire certe domande
che forse era meglio
non farsi mai

e voglio un pensiero superficiale
che renda la pelle splendida
a salvarmi
vieni a salvarmi
salvami
bacia il colpevole
se dice la verità
mercy
mercy
mercy
mercy

voglio un pensiero superficiale
che renda la pelle splendida
a salvarmi
vieni a salvarmi
salvami
bacia il colpevole
se dice la verità
mercy
mercy
mercy
mercy

 

 

 

 

 

 

 Don't need a gun
Pointed at me
No need to run
The killer is me
The killer is me

So the sun
Shines upon me
Im havin fun
The killer is me

Insane the mind
In the name of me
Cant find the time
To let things be

Insane the mind
In the name of me
Cant find the time
To let things be
Let things be

Oh yeah... can I start over
Oh yeah... can I start over
And get over it

So the sun
Shines upon me
Im havin fun
The killer is me
The killer is me
The killer is me

Oh yeah... can I start over
Oh yeah... can I start over
And get over it

 

 

 

 

Chi di voi ricordava questo video?

e pensare che verso la fine dei '90 lo passavano a palla....ma d'altronde per il settore commerciale son tanti i fuochi di paglia....

cmq a me il video piaceva tanto e,secondo me, nonostante sembrasse ilare e gioioso, nascondeva un senso di malinconia neanche poi così velato.......e quindi dopo averlo rivisto per puro caso domenica scorsa (e quindi non per puro caso, ma neanche no) mi sono ripromesso di metterlo qua.

Per il resto niente di nuovo (anzi di definitivamente nuovo) tranne una gran bella serata sabato sera alla Darsena, con quei grandiosi dei Marta Sui Tubi, l'intervista etilica e altre chicche che non svelerò anche perchè è troppo facile starsene a casa a leggere i resoconti....le cose tocca viverle.

Gran bel pranzo-motogp-studio oggi pomeriggio con Alessandro, fra pochi giorni l'orale dell'esame di Stato e poi boh....chissà...

buonanotte e buona visione....

 

 

 Watch the steps
Get a drink, have a good time now
Welcome to paradise, paradise, paradise...

Since I left you
I found the world so new

Since I left you
I found the world so new

I found the world so new

Since I left you
I found the world so new
Everyday

Since I left you
I found the world so new
Everyday

Since I left you
I found the world so new
Everyday

Since I left you
I found the world so new
Everyday
Everyday

Since I left you
I found the world so new
Everyday

Since I left you
I found the world so new
Everyday

I found the world so
I found the world so new

I found the world so
I found the world so new

Questa canzone è un capolavoro, leggetevi il testo, intuitelo, traducetelo, fate quello che vi pare.

Rendetevi un po' conto se anche voi non dovete curare la vostra sensazione di inquietudine, la vostra sickness....(ovvero se siete dei sickman anche voi.....)

Rendetevene conto, ma non troppo, potrebbe essere pericoloso.

Per il resto, prima di lasciarvi, che dire.....questo periodo va un po' a scazzo totale, non so che fare se non niente, affronto quest'esame di stato pensando di esser bocciato, vado in palestra, scrivo un po' di recensioni, ho visto Breakfast on Pluto (trooppo bello, come sempre grande Neil Jordan)Ro è qua, mando curriculum e aspetto...aspetto...mi sento la vita sfuttata da un pappone che si chiama "inutile quotidianeità", ora torna anche il titolo del post...

tutta 'sta voglia di reagire manco c'è.

Tornerà?

Succederà qualcosa?

 

Logicamente tutte queste piccole lamentele da blog non valgono niente di fronte a tanti altri drammi che fortunatamente non avvengono a me.

Pensiamoci sempre un po' su...

 

 

 a hand in my mouth
a life spills into the flowers
we all look so perfect
as we all fall down
in an electric glare
the old man cracks with age
she found his last picture
in the ashes of the fire
an image of the queen
echoes round the sweating bed
sour yellow sounds inside my head
in books
and films
and in life
and in heaven
the sound of slaughter
as your body turns

but it's too late

one more day like today and i'll kill you
a desire for flesh
and real blood
i'll watch you drown in the shower
push my life through your open eyes

i must fight this sickness
find a cure
i must fight this sickness...

 

 

 

 

 

  

 

 Some say the end is near.
Some say we'll see armageddon soon.
I certainly hope we will.
I sure could use a vacation from this

Bullshit three ring circus sideshow of
Freaks

Here in this hopeless fucking hole we call LA
The only way to fix it is to flush it all away.
Any fucking time. Any fucking day.
Learn to swim, I'll see you down in Arizona bay.

Fret for your figure and
Fret for your latte and
Fret for your lawsuit and
Fret for your hairpiece and
Fret for your prozac and
Fret for your pilot and
Fret for your contract and
Fret for your car.

It's a
Bullshit three ring circus sideshow of
Freaks

Here in this hopeless fucking hole we call LA
The only way to fix it is to flush it all away.
Any fucking time. Any fucking day.
Learn to swim, I'll see you down in Arizona bay.

Some say a comet will fall from the sky.
Followed by meteor showers and tidal waves.
Followed by faultlines that cannot sit still.
Followed by millions of dumbfounded dipshits.

Some say the end is near.
Some say we'll see armageddon soon.
I certainly hope we will cuz
I sure could use a vacation from this

Stupid shit, silly shit, stupid shit...

One great big festering neon distraction,
I've a suggestion to keep you all occupied.

Learn to swim.
Learn to swim.
Learn to swim.

Mom is going to fix it all soon,
Mom is coming round to put it back
the way it oughtta be...

Learn to swim.

Fuck L Ron Hubbard and
Fuck all his clones.
Fuck all these gun-toting
Hip gangster wannabes.

Learn to swim.

Fuck retro anything.
Fuck your tattoos.
Fuck all you junkies and
Fuck your short memory.

Learn to swim.

Fuck smiley glad-hands
With hidden agendas.
Fuck these dysfunctional,
Insecure actresses.

Learn to swim.

Cuz I'm praying for rain
And I'm praying for tidal waves
I wanna see the ground give way.
I wanna watch it all go down.
Mom please flush it all away.
I wanna see it go right in and down.
I wanna watch it go right in.
Watch you flush it all away.

Time to bring it down again.
Don't just call me pessimist.
Try and read between the lines.

I can't imagine why you wouldn't
Welcome any change, my friend.

I wanna see it all come down.
suck it down.
flush it down.

 

 

 Eccolo qua il ritorno di Trent.....l'album parte bene tra Hyperpower e Survivalism c'è da spaccarsi ma....poi.....bhè, leggete dagheisha e lo scoprirete!

Ciao ciao!

 

 

 I should have listened to her
So hard to keep control
We kept on eating but our
Bloated bellies still not full
She gave us all she had but
We went and took some more
Can't seem to shut her legs our
Mother nature is a whore

I got my propaganda I got revisionism
I got my violence in high def ultra-realism
All a part of this great nation
I got my fist I got my plan I got survivalism

Hypnotic sound of sirens
Echoing through the street
The cocking of the rifles
The marching of the feet
You see your world on fire
Don't try to act surprised
We did just what you told us
Lost our faith along the way and found ourselves believing your lies

I got my propaganda I got revisionism
I got my violence in high def ultra-realism
All a part of this great nation
I got my fist I got my plan I got survivalism

All bruised and broken bleeding
She asked to take my hand
I turned, just kept on walking
But you did the same thing to me so please now I'm sure you'll understand

I got my propaganda I got revisionism
I got my violence in high def ultra-realism
All a part of this great nation
I got my fist I got my plan I got survivalism

 

 

 

 

Allora.....il video è clamoroso....la canzone è figa ed il resto dell'album pure....loro sono i Cold War Kids e sono recensiti su dagheisha, da chi?

ehehehehe...

go on____________ http://www.dagheisha.com/music_section/cd.asp?idus=1547 _______

 

A Voi

 

 

 

 

 Careless in our summer clothes splashing around
in the muck and the mire
Careless in our summer clothes splashing around
in the muck and the mire

fell asleep with stains
cake deep in the knees
what a pain

now hang me up to dry
you wrung me out
too too too many times
now hang me up to dry
I'm pearly like the whites
the whites of your eyes

all mixed up in the wash
hot water bleeding our colors
all mixed up in the wash
hot water bleeinding our colors

now hang me up to dry
you wrung me out
too too too many times
now hang me up to dry
I'm pearly like the white
the whites of your eyes

now hang me up to dry
you wrung me out
too too too many times
now hang me up to dry
I'm pearly like the white
the whites of your eyes

now hang me up to dry
you wrung me out
too too too many times
now hang me up to dry
I'm pearly like the white
the whites of your eyes
 

 

 

Questa è una chicca assoluta, solo per voi, miei cari.....la canzone è stata pubblicata prima in un ep del 1982, poi su desaparecido.

Ma come tutti noi che dobbiam fare le nostre gavette...anche i Litfiba ebbero da sudarselo il loro successo......e questo estratto è infatti del 1982

 

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