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privateuniverse

Mi sa che questa non piace a nessuno o quasi.

 

 

We must play our lives like soldiers in the field

But life is short i'm running faster all the time

Strength and beauty destined to decay

So cut the rose in full bloom

 

 

'Til the fearless come and the act is done

A love like blood, a love like blood

 

 

Everyday through all frustration and despair

Love and hate fight with burning hearts

'Til legends live and man is god again

(And self-preservation rules the day no more)

 

We must dream of promised lands and fields

That's never fade in season

As we move towards the end we learn to die

Red tears are shed on grey

 

 

'Til the fearless come and the act is done

A love like blood, a love like blood

 

 

'Til the fearless come and the act is done

A love like blood, a love like blood

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Questa è una canzone che sento veramente spesso poichè che mi fa pensare ad una certa persona.... e mai come in questo periodo il testo è "azzeccato" per me xD

 

 

What's up with my heart when it skips a beat (skips a beat)

Can't feel no pavement right under my feet (under my feet)

 

Up in my lonely room

When I'm dreaming of you

Oh what can I do (wah oooo)

I still need you, but

I don't want you now

 

When I'm down and my hands are tied (hands are tied)

I cannot reach a pen for me to draw the line (draw the line)

From this pain I just can't disguise (can't disguise)

Its gonna hurt but I'll have to say goodbye (say goodbye)

 

Up in my lonely room

When I'm dreaming of you

Oh what can I do (wah oooo)

I still need you, but

I dont want you now

 

Oh yeah

 

Ohhh Ohhhhh

 

Up in my lonely room

When I'm dreaming of you

Oh what can I do (wah oooo)

I still need you, but

I dont want you now

privateuniverse

 

We walked the loneliest mile

We smile without any style

We kiss altogether wrong

No intention

 

We lied about each other's drinks

We lived without each other thinkin'

What anyone would do

Without me an' you

 

It's like I told you

Only the lonely can play

 

So hold on, here we go

Hold on, to nothin' we know

I feel so lonely

Way up here

 

You mention the time we were together

So long ago, well I don't remember

All I know

Is that it makes me feel good now

 

It's like I told you

Only the lonely can play

Only the lonely

Only the loney can play

 

Only the lonely

Only the lonely can play

It's like I told you

Only the lonely can play

Only the lonely

Only the lonely can play

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  • 3 weeks later...
privateuniverse

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NXYy_KCaPfE



It's cold outside
It gets so hot in here
And the boys and girls collide
To the music in my ear

Hear the children crying
And I know it's time to go
I hear the children crying
Take me home

A painted face
And I know we haven't long
We thought that we had the answers
It was the questions we had wrong

Hear the children crying
And I know it's time to go
I hear the children crying
Take me home

Sad song, sad song
Sad song, sad song


Sad song, sad song
Sad song, sad song

Call out your name
Call out in shame
Call out your name
Call out
You better call out
Call, call, call out
  • 3 weeks later...
privateuniverse

 

 

Ah well, that's this world over
Ah well, next one begins

Will you smile like any mother
As you bathe your brand new twins?
Will you sing about the missiles
As you dry odd numbered limbs?

Ah well, that's this world over
Ah well, next one begins
Ah well, that's this world over
You sadly grin

Will you tell them about that far off and mythical land
About their leader with the famous face?
Will you tell them that the reason nothing ever grows
In the garden anymore
Because he wanted to win the craziest race
That's this world over

Will you smile like any father
With your children on a Sunday hike?
When you get to a sea of rubble
And they ask ``What was London like?''

You tell them, ``Ah well, that's the world over''

Will you tell them about that far off and mythical land
And how a child to the virgin came?
Will you tell them that the reason why we murdered
Everything upon the surface of the world
So we can stand right up and say we did it in his name?

That's this world over
Or so it seems
That's this world over
The end of dreams

That's this world over, over, over and out.

  • 2 weeks later...
privateuniverse

What doesn't kill you, will make you stronger
 

 

 

Blacklisted in this town
The change was undeniable
Fire and brimstone raining down
It feels unrecognisable
It's all ahead of you
You can't hold me responsible
You have to break the rules
You can't be so predictable

All I once knew, now is fading
Everything disintegrating
Into silence, everlasting
Like a galaxy collapsing
Don't be afraid, don't be afraid

I held on to your hand
It made me feel much better
You try to understand
You are my guilt pleasure
All the mistakes I made
I got so self destructive
You have to have some faith
Everyone gets corrupted

All I once knew, now is fading
Everything disintegrating
Into silence, everlasting
Like a galaxy collapsing
As you fade out, out of contact
When you disappear on impact
When you break down, fade into black
If you leave then you can't go back
Don't be afraid

Don't be afraid, don't be afraid
Hold your faith
No you can't surrender, you can no longer
Act the innocent bystander
What doesn't kill you, will make you stronger
In the chaos you will discover

So take courage, take your chances
And one day you'll find your answers
The world is spinning, on it's axis
As your galaxy collapses
Can't defy it, no use denying
You are born and you start dying
Though it all seems mystifying
All I know, I can't stop trying...
All I know, I can't stop trying...

All I know, I can't stop trying...

Edited by privateuniverse
  • 3 weeks later...
privateuniverse

@Marcolino2, che ha la passione per l'astrofisica e per i REM.

 

Questa è tratta da Fables of the Reconstruction, forse l'album meno amato tra quello dei REM (mentre io penso che sia uno dei loro migliori).

 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SocFRQ6LQv0

 

Who will stand alone?

She carried ribbons she wore them out
Courage built a bridge jealous tore it down
At least it's something you've left behind
Like Kohoutek you were gone

We sat in the garden we stood on the porch
I won't deny myself we never talked

She wore bangles she wore bells
On her toes and she jumped like a fish
Like a flyin' fish you were gone
Like Kohoutek can't forget that

Fever built a bridge, reason tore it down
If I am one to follow, who will stand alone?

Maybe you're not the problem
Scissors, paper, stone
If you stand and holler, these prayers will talk

She carried ribbons, she wore them out
Michael built a bridge, Michael tore it down
At least it's something you've left behind
Like Kohoutek, you were gone

Michael built a bridge, Michael tore it down
If I stand and holler, will I stand alone?
Edited by privateuniverse
privateuniverse

@coeranos

 

 

Could you be the one they talk about?
Hiding inside, behind another door?
Is it only happiness you want?
Does wanting a feeling matter any more?

It doesn't mean that much to me
Sometimes I don't mean that much to you
And I don't even know what i'm hiding for

And I don't even know what I'm crying for
Don't even know what I'm hiding for

Could you be the one they talk about?
Life is a game that only you can make
Maybe I'm about to throw it out
I've given it all, that's all I can take

Could you be the one?
Could you be the one?
Could you be the one that's hanging all around?

Don't even know what I'm hiding for
Don't even know what I'm crying for
Don't even know, could you be the only
Broken hearted one?

  • 2 weeks later...
privateuniverse

 

 

She's a pornographer's dream, he said.
I knew what he meant.
But it made me imagine: what kind of a dream
He would have, that hadn't been spent?

Would he still dream of the thigh? of the flesh upon high?
What he saw so much of?
Wouldn't he dream of the thing that he never
Could quite get the touch of?

It's out of his hands, over his head
Out of his reach, under this real life
Hidden in veils, covered in silk
He's dreaming of what might be

Out of his hands, over his head
Out of his reach, under this real life
Hidden in veils,
He's dreaming of mystery.

Bettie Page is still the rage
With her legs and leather;
She turns to tease the camera, and please us at home,
And we let her.

Who's to know what she'll show of herself,
In what measure?
If what she reveals, or what she conceals,
Is the key to our pleasure?

It's out of our hands, over our heads
Out of our reach, under this real life
Hidden in veils, covered in silk
We're dreaming of what might be

It's out of our hands, over our heads
Out of our reach, under this real life
Hidden in veils
We're dreaming of mystery.

She's a pornographer's dream, he said.
I knew what he meant.
But it made me imagine: what kind of a dream
He would have?

privateuniverse

Per i single come me, in quest'odioso, diabetico giorno di San Valentino.

 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GPfxE-g3RhM

 

And when winter comes around
You'll need your winter shoes.
But if winter's still about
To get too cold for you
You´ll need someone to keep you warm
Someone to help you through the storm
Someone who's good
Doing no harm

 

And he'll say
I care for you, care for you

I'm there

I'm there for you, there for you

I care

And when the time is right
You'll wear your wedding shoes.
And if this life still seems to be
Not quite enough for you
You'll find someone to help you out
Someone to miss and dream about
That being in love
Is doing no harm
And he'll say
I care for you, care for you

I'm there

I'm there for you, there for you

I care

 

And he'll say
I care for you, care for you

I'm there

I'm there for you, there for you

I care

 

I care

 

 

 

(Mi viene in mente uno strano episodio cui assistetti in treno).

  • 1 month later...
privateuniverse

Capolavoro di Léo Ferré, conosciuto solo stasera al concerto dei Baustelle.
Il video non rende l'idea dell'esecuzione dal vivo, ma non ho altro.

 

 

COL TEMPO (Versione di Enrico Medail)
(Avec le temps)

Col tempo sai
Col tempo tutto se ne va
Non ricordi più il viso
Non ricordi la voce
Quando il cuore ormai tace
A che serve cercare
Ti lasci andare e forse è meglio cosi

Col tempo sai
Col tempo tutto se ne va

L'altro che adoravi che cercavi nel buio
L'altro che indovinavi
In un batter di ciglia
Tra le frasi e le righe, in fondo di tinta
Di promesse agghindate
Per uscire a ballare

Col tempo sai
Tutto scompare

Col tempo sai
Col tempo tutto se ne va
Ogni cosa appassisce
Io mi scopro a frugare
In vetrine di morte
Quando il sabato sera
La tenerezza rimane senza compagnia

Col tempo sai
Col tempo tutto se ne va
L'altro a cui tu credevi
Anche a un colpo di tosse
L'altro che ricoprivi
Di gioielli e di vento
Ed avresti impegnato anche l'anima al monte
A cui ti trascinavi
Alla pari di un cane

Col tempo sai
Tutto va bene

Col tempo sai
Col tempo tutto se ne va
Non ricordi più il fuoco
Non ricordi le voci
E la gente da poco
E il loro sussurrare
Non ritardare copriti col freddo che fa

Col tempo sai
Col tempo tutto se ne va
E ti senti il biancore
Di un cavallo sfiancato
In un letto straniero
Ti senti gelato
Solitario ma in fondo in pace col mondo
E ti senti tradito dagli anni perduti

Allora tu
Col tempo sai
Non ami più.

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Amor-fati

Tassativamente da ascoltare quando torno a casa ubriaco o dopo una sbronza.

 

 

Regrets collect like old friends,

here to relive your darkest moments,

I can see no way I can see no way,

And all of the ghouls come out to play

 

And every demon wants his pound of flesh,

but I like to keep some things to myself,

I like to keep my issues strong,

It's always darkest before the dawn!

 

Shake it out shake it out, shake it out shake it out!

Ohhohh

Shake it out shake it out, shake it out shake it out!

And it's hard to dance with a devil on your back, so shake it out, oooh!

 

And I'm done with my graceless heart,

so tonight I'm gonna cut it out and then restart,

cause I like to keep my issues strong,

It's always darkest before the dawn!

 

Shake it out shake it out, shake it out shake it out!

Ohhohh

Shake it out shake it out, shake it out shake it out!

And it's hard to dance with a devil on your back, so shake it out, oooh!

 

And I've been a fool and I've been blind

I can never live the past behind,

I can see no way, I can see no way!

 

...

ahahah ma qui c'è una stupeda parentesi di anni '80 belli raffinati! Apprezzo....

 

una poesia di hardcore italiano degli anni zero

 

 

AFASIA LA CONGIURA DEGLI IO

 

La vita non può essere solo qualcosa a cui aggrapparsi

è un pensiero che sfiora chiunque almeno una volta.

Abbiamo una possibilità che ci rende più liberi degli déi

quella di andarcene

è un'idea da assaporare fino in fondo.

Niente e nessuno ci costringe a vivere, nemmeno la morte

Con una simile libertà non si può vivere da schiavi

la schiavitù è fatta per chi è condannato a vivere, per chi è costretto all'eternità

non per noi. Per noi c'è l'ignoto.

Possiamo non vivere

ecco la più bella ragione per aprirsi con fierezza alla vita.

"Per dare la buonanotte ai suonatori c'è sempre tempo, tanto vale rivoltarsi e giocare"

così parla il materialismo della gioia

Possiamo non fare

Ecco la più bella ragione per agire

Raccogliamo in noi stessi la potenza di tutti gli atti di cui siamo capaci

e nessun padrone potrà mai toglierci la possibilità del rifiuto.

 

Ciò che siamo e ciò che vogliamo cominciano con un no

da lì nascono le sole ragioni per alzarsi al mattino

da lì nascono le sole ragioni per andare armati all'assalto di un ordine che ci soffoca.

 

Noi, noi non vogliamo niente

Il comando ci ripugna quanto l'obbedienza

La nostra causa è fondata sul nulla

 

Da un lato l'esistente, con le sue abitudini le sue certezze

questo è un veleno sociale che ci uccide

dall'altra c'è l'insurrezione, l'ignoto che irrompe a sconvolgerci

l'inizio possibile di una pratica esagerata di libertà

 

Ho chiuso col mestiere di vivere tra mille doveri

la morte si sconta vivendo senza passioni

voglio arrivare ai ferri corti con la vita

voglio arrivare ai ferri corti con la vita

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