Mister Malcontent

Johnny stumbles johnny falls

Under slogans

Off the wall

He sees where's the sense

He says call me mister malcontent

A waste of space and alcohol

Drinking rain and eating soil

And slogans off the wall

Cannot express himself at all

Cut off my nose despite my face

And i will not more longer wait

Or should i laugh or should i cry

Or should i part my hair behind...

...or should i laugh or should i cry

As i become all i despise

Gölem - ore 09.14 circa

nothingness

Well like a descendant, I drifted far, far and wide

Isolation, separation, no where to hide

Maybe there's somewhere I can go

Where there's sunshine and the wind won't blow

Nothingness

All I have to feel is my lonliness

Nothing in the attic 'cept an empty chest

And nothing lasts forever

Although there are many, I look for no one, no one but me

I search for things that are taking me high and far out of reach

But this is the place I call my home

I live with the lies and the fear all alone

Nothingness

All I have to feel is my lonliness

Nothing in the attic 'cept an empty chest

And nothing lasts forever

Nothingness

All I have to feel is my lonliness

Nothing in the attic 'cept an empty chest

And nothing lasts forever

Nothingness

Lonliness

Empty chest

And nothing lasts forever

Nothing lasts forever

Nothing lasts forever

Nothing lasts forever

Nothing lasts forever

But Anyway

I lied and told her I loved her,

She didn't care, but anyway

I told her we'd still be friends,

And she didn't care, but anyway

I tried last week for to call her,

She wasn't home, but anyway

I think I'll spend my life alone,

I really don't care right now, but anyway

It's a state of affairs and a state of emotions

The kind of thing that you must understand

I tell you one thing; you tell me another

We walk away, maybe then shake hands

I'm quitting cigarette smoking

It's bad for me, but anyway

I don't think the TV was joking

When it told me this, but anyway

The newsman said not to sit on strange toilet seats

It's my life he's trying to save, but anyway

I found out that I've got eye cancer

Too many television waves, but anyway

It's a state of affairs and a state of emotions

The kind of thing that you must understand

I tell you one thing; you tell me another

We walk away, maybe then shake hands

Some day an answer will find us

Quite a long shot, but anyway

I think the past, the past is behind us

Be real confusing if not, but anyway

I put all my hope in tomorrow

It's gonna be great, I can tell but anyway

I see a new, a new day a dawning

I like to sleep late, oh well, but anyway

It's a state of affairs and a state of emotions

The kind of thing that you must understand

I tell you one thing; you tell me another

We walk away, maybe then shake hands

Gölem - ore 13.39 circa

Gölem - ore 08.26 circa

Joseph Henry "Joe" Simon (born Hymie Simon; October 11, 1913 – December 14, 2011)

Gölem - ore 13.54 circa

amongst the waves

Ciò che era un castello di carte

si è trasformato in un serbatoio

che ha raccolto la cascata di lacrime che abbiamo versato...

Andiamo a nuotare stanotte, tesoro

E una volta fuori dalla corrente contraria

solo io, te e nient' altro

Starei annegando, non fosse per l' amore

ho visto entrambi i suoi lati

ma ora sono lassù...

Sto viaggiando al di sopra delle onde

Ho una sensazione, come

se la mia anima fosse stata salvata

Mi sento come

se avessi evitato una fine prematura

Devo dirlo ora,

meglio dirlo forte,

prima che sia troppo tardi

Ricorda i giorni dell'infanzia

quando eri giovane e ogni cosa ti lasciava a bocca aperta.

Tutto è cambiato all' improvviso

la prima volta che hai visto il sangue

Taglia col passato, ora sei forte

Hai perso sangue ma le ferite sono sparite

Raro che non ci sia niente di sbagliato

ma sei sopravvissuta, e sei sanissima...

L'amore non è amore finchè non ti arrendi...

Lassù, cavalcando le onde

Mi sento come

se la mia anima fosse stata salvata

Riesco a vedere la luce

bucare le nuvole coi suoi raggi

Devo dirlo adesso,

meglio dirlo forte,

prima che sia troppo tardi

Gölem - ore 09.00 circa

The New Yorker

http://www.newyorker.com/humor/issuecartoons/2011/12/12/cartoons_20111205#slide=1

hunger strike

I don't mind stealing bread

From the mouths of decadence

But I can't feed on the powerless

When my cup's already overfilled

Yeah

But it's on the table

The fire is cooking

And their farming babies

While the slaves are working

The blood is on the table

And their mouths are choking

But I'm growing hungry

Yeah

I don't mind stealing bread

From the mouths of decadence

But I can't feed on the powerless

When my cup's already overfilled

Oho, ah

But it's on the table

The fire is cooking

And their farming babies

While the slaves are working

And it's on the table

Their mouths are choking

But I'm growing hungry (Growing hungry)

I'm growing hungry (Growing hungry)

I'm growing hungry (Growing hungry)...

 

Gölem - ore 08.20 circa

a day in the life

I read the news today oh boy

About a lucky man who made the grade

And though the news was rather sad

Well I just had to laugh

I saw the photograph.

He blew his mind out in a car

He didn't notice that the lights had changed

A crowd of people stood and stared

They'd seen his face before

Nobody was really sure

If he was from the House of Lords.

I saw a film today oh boy

The English Army had just won the war

A crowd of people turned away

but I just had to look

Having read the book.

I'd love to turn you on

Woke up, fell out of bed,

Dragged a comb across my head

Found my way downstairs and drank a cup,

And looking up I noticed I was late.

Found my coat and grabbed my hat

Made the bus in seconds flat

Found my way upstairs and had a smoke,

Somebody spoke and I went into a dream

I read the news today oh boy

Four thousand holes in Blackburn, Lancashire

And though the holes were rather small

They had to count them all

Now they know how many holes it takes to fill the Albert Hall.

I'd love to turn you on.

If you see her, say hello

Se la vedi dille ciao, potrebbe essere a Tangeri,
se n'è andata la scorsa primavera, ho sentito che vive lì ora
Dille da parte mia che sto bene sebbene le cose vadano così così
Potrebbe darsi che pensi che io l'abbia scordata, non dirle che non è così
Abbiamo avuto alti e bassi come succede spesso a chi si ama
Ed a pensare al modo in cui se n'è andata quella notte mi vengono ancora i brividi
E sebbene la nostra separazione mi abbia trafitto il cuore
lei vive ancora dentro di me, non ci siamo mai lasciati davvero
Se le vai vicino dalle un bacio per me
l'ho sempre rispettata per la sua scelta di fuggire e ritornare libera
Oh, qualsiasi cosa la possa rendere felice non mi ci metterò di mezzo
Nonostante l'amaro gusto che ancora provo da quella notte che ho cercato di trattenerla
Vedo un mucchio di gente durante i miei viaggi
e mi giunge all'orecchio il suo nome talvolta mentre vado di città in città
Ed ancora non mi ci sono abituato, ho solo imparato a spegnere l'interruttore
Forse sono troppo sensibile o troppo tenero
Tramonto, luna gialla, rivivo il passato
conosco ogni scena a memoria, sono trascorse troppo velocemente
Se dovesse passare da queste parti, non è così difficile trovarmi
dille che può cercarmi se ne ha il tempo

Gölem - ore 08.30 circa

the undefeated

I was gently raised

Fussed over r in school

Fed and housed and entertained

Wanting to be cool

Summers in the grass

Winters warm and slow

Until the one thing on my mind was to just

Get up and go

We're the undefeated

We got what they want

We're so bored and spoiled

Life is just a bag of pot

We're the undefeated

TV in the shade

Girls at all our parties

We have really got it made

There's a real mean world outside

Where many lives are lost

But struggle builds character

And we are growing soft

I don't want to sit and watch no TV show

I want to roam and be challenged

I want to grow and grow

We're the undefeated

We got what they want

We're so fucking spoiled

Life is just a bag of pot

We're the undefeated

TV in the shade

Girls at all our parties

We have really got it made

What have we made?

A giant jail

A bunch of walls

That's all that we've made

Oh, my

We're the undefeated we got what they want

We're so bored and spoiled life is just a bag of pot

We're the undefeated we got what they want

We're so bored and spoiled life is just a bag of pot

We're the undefeated

Always undefeated

We're the undefeated

We're the undefeated,

Now

Gölem - ore 08.09 circa

mario kills tanooki

o-o-h child

Ooh-oo child, things are gonna get easier

Ooh-oo child, things'll get brighter

Ooh-oo child, things are gonna get easier

Ooh-oo child, things'll be brighter

Some day, yeah

We'll put it together and we'll get it all done

Some day

When your head is much lighter

Some day, yeah

We'll walk in the rays of a beautiful sun

Some day

When the world is much brighter

Ooh-oo child, things are gonna be easier

Ooh-oo child, things'll be brighter

Ooh-oo child, things are gonna be easier

Ooh-oo child, things'll be brighter

Some day, yeah

We'll put it together and we'll get it all done

Some day

When your head is much lighter

Some day, yeah

We'll walk in the rays of a beautiful sun

Some day

When the world is much brighter

Some day, some day, some day

We'll get it together and we'll get it all done

Some day

When your head is much lighter

Some day, some day, some day

We'll walk in the rays of a beautiful sun

Some day

When the world is much brighter

Ooh-oo child, things are gonna get easier

Ooh-oo child, things'll be brighter

Ooh-oo child, things are gonna get easier

Ooh-oo child, things'll be brighter

Right now

You just wait and see how things are gonna be

Right now...

Veterans day

SANFORD AND SON

straight time - 1978

Roy Lichtenstein

Smokin'

Name: Joe Frazier
Alias: Smokin'
Birth Name: Joseph William Frazier
Born: 1944-01-12
Birthplace: Beaufort, South Carolina, USA
Died: 2011-11-07 (Age:67)
Nationality: US American
Hometown: Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, USA
Stance: Orthodox
Height: 5′ 11½″ / 182cm
Reach: 73″ / 185cm
(boxrec.com)

Gölem - ore 13.45 circa

The Black Donnellys

31 ottobre - Santa Lucilla

We All Go Back To Where We Belong

Gunfight at the O.K. Corral

meat is murder

Heifer whines could be human cries

Closer comes the screaming knife

This beautiful creature must die

This beautiful creature must die

A death for no reason

And death for no reason is MURDER

And the flesh you so fancifully fry

Is not succulent, tasty or kind

It's death for no reason

And death for no reason is MURDER

And the calf that you carve with a smile

Is MURDER

And the turkey you festively slice

Is MURDER

Do you know how animals die ?

Kitchen aromas aren't very homely

It's not "comforting", cheery or kind

It's sizzling blood and the unholy stench

Of MURDER

It's not "natural", "normal" or kind

The flesh you so fancifully fry

The meat in your mouth

As you savour the flavour

Of MURDER

NO, NO, NO, IT'S MURDER

NO, NO, NO, IT'S MURDER

Oh ... and who hears when animals cry ?

Gölem - ore 08.55 circa

don't wait too long

You can cry a million tears

You can wait a million years

If you think that time will change your ways

Don't wait too long

When your morning turns to night

Who'll be loving you by candlelight

If you think that time will change your ways

Don't wait too long

Maybe I got a lot to learn

Time can slip away

Sometimes you got to lose it all

Before you find your way

Take a chance, play your part

Make romance, it might break your heart.

But if you think that time will change your ways

Don't wait too long

It may rain, it may shine

Love will age like fine red wine

But if you think that time will change your ways

Don't wait too long

Maybe you and I got a lot to learn

Don't waste another day

Maybe you got to lose it all

Before you find your way

Take a chance, play your part

Make romance, it might break your heart

But if you think that time will change your ways

Don't wait too long

Don't wait

Hmm... Don't wait

Battlestar Galactica

February 24, 1955 – October 5, 2011

Gurney Halleck - Frank Herbert's Dune

"Not in the mood?! Mood's a thing for cattle and love play... not fighting"!

"Non sei dell'umore? L'umore va bene per le bestie o per fare all'amore... non per combattere"!

quattro ottobre

pop song 89

Ciao, ti ho visto, ti conosco, ti conoscevo

Credo di poter ricordare il tuo nome...nome

Ciao, mi dispiace, mi sono perso

Credo di aver pensato fossi qualcun altro

Dovremmo parlare del tempo? (ciao...ciao, ciao)

Dovremmo parlare del governo? (ciao...ciao, ciao, ciao)

Ciao, come stai? Ti conosco, ti conoscevo

Credo di poter ricordare il tuo nome...nome

Ciao, mi dispiace, mi sono perso

Credo di aver pensato fossi qualcun altro

Dovremmo parlare del tempo? (ciao...ciao, ciao)

Dovremmo parlare del governo? (ciao...ciao, ciao, ciao)

Ciao, amico, sei visibile oggi?

Lo sai che non ho mai saputo

Che potesse essere così strano...strano

Ciao, mi dispiace, mi sono perso

Credo di aver pensato fossi qualcun altro

Dovremmo parlare del tempo? (ciao...ciao, ciao)

Dovremmo parlare del governo? (ciao...ciao, ciao, ciao)

life by the drop

Hello there, my old friend

Not so long ago it was 'til the end

We played outside in the pouring rain

On our way up the road we started over again

You're livin' a dream....Wo you on top

My mind is achin'....Lord it won't stop

Thats how it happens....Livin' life by the drop

Up and down that road in our worn out shoes

Talkin' 'bout good things and signin' the blues

You went your way....I stayed behind

We both knew it was just a matter of time

You're livin a dream....Wo you on top

My mind is achin'....Lord it won't stop

That's how it happens....Livin' life by the drop

No wasted time....We're alive today

Churnin' up the past....There's no easier way

Time's been between us....A means to an end

God it's good to be here walkin' together my friend

You're livin a dream....Wo you on top

My mind is achin'....Lord it won't stop

That's how it happens....Livin' life by the drop

That's how it happens....Livin' life by the drop

That's how it happens....Livin' life by the drop

1980 - 2011

Gölem - ore 08.30 circa

September song

Oh it’s a long, long while

from May ‘till December

And the days grow short

When you reach September.

When the Autumn weather

turns the leaves to flame

One hasn’t got time

For the waiting game.

For the days dwindle down

To a precious few...

September...November...

And these few precious days

I’ll spend with you.

These precious days

I’ll spend with you.

When you meet with the young men

Early in Spring,

They court you in song and rhyme.

They woo you with songs and a clover ring,

But if you examine the goods they bring,

They have little to offer but the songs they sing

And a plentiful waste of time of day...

And a plentiful waste of time...

But it’s a long, long while

from May ‘till December

When the Autumn weather

Turns the leaves to flame

For the days dwindle down

To a precious few;

September...November...

And these few precious days

I’ll spend with you.

These precious days

I’ll spend with you!

Gölem - ore 08.30 circa

un Buddha

"Una famiglia è un posto in cui le anime vengono a contatto tra loro. Se si amano a vicenda, la casa sarà bella come un giardino di fiori. Ma se le anime perdono l’armonia tra loro, sarà come se una tempesta avesse distrutto quel giardino."

Ironico

Un vecchio compì 98 anni,

vinse la lotteria e morì il giorno dopo.

E' una mosca nera nel tuo Chardonnay.

E' una grazia ricevuta nel braccio della morte con due minuti di ritardo.

Non è ironico? Non credi?

E' come quando piove nel giorno del tuo matrimonio.

E' una corsa gratis, quando hai già pagato.

E' il buon consiglio che non hai seguito.

Chi avrebbe pensato che i conti tornano?

Il signor Non-Correre-Rischi aveva paura di volare,

fece le valigie e salutò i figli con un bacio.

Aveva aspettato tutta la sua dannata vita per prendere quel volo

e mentre l'aereo precipitava,

pensò: "Beh, è bello".

E non è ironico? Non trovi?

E' come quando piove nel giorno del tuo matrimonio.

E' una corsa gratis, quando hai già pagato.

E' il buon consiglio che non hai seguito.

Chi avrebbe pensato che i conti tornano?

Beh, la vita ha uno strano modo di sorprenderti alle spalle,

quando pensi che tutto sia a posto e che tutto vada per il meglio.

E la vita ha uno strano modo di venire in tuo aiuto,

quando pensi che tutto ti stia andando storto e che tutto ti esplode in faccia.

Un ingorgo nel traffico, quando sei già in ritardo.

Un cartello "vietato fumare" nella tua pausa per la sigaretta.

E' come avere diecimila cucchiai, quando tutto quello che ti serve è un coltello.

E' incontrare l'uomo dei miei sogni

e poi conoscere la sua bellissima moglie.

E non è ironico? Non credi?

Un po' troppo ironico e sì, lo credo veramente.

E' come quando piove nel giorno del tuo matrimonio.

E' una corsa gratis, quando hai già pagato.

E' il buon consiglio che non hai seguito.

Chi ci avrebbe pensato che i conti tornano?

La vita ha uno strano modo di sorprenderti alle spalle.

La vita ha uno strano, strano modo di venirti in aiuto, di venirti in aiuto.