trentunodicembre

Brèsa

camera

From the inside room when the front room greeting

Becomes your special book, it was simple then.

When the party lulls, if we fall by the side.

Will you be remembered? Will she be remembered?

Alone in a crowd, a bartered lantern borrowed.

If I'm to be your camera, then who will be your face?

I fell by you bed once, I didn't want to tell you.

I should keep myself in between the pages

Of the green light room if we fall by the side.

Will you be remembered? Will she be remembered?

Alone in a crowd, a bartered lantern borrowed.

If I'm to be your camera, then who will be your face?

From the inside room when the front room greeting

Becomes your special book, it was simple then.

When the party lulls, if we fall by the side.

I still like you, can you remember?

Alone in a crowd, a bartered lantern borrowed.

If I'm to be your camera, then who will be your face?

Alone in a crowd, a bartered lantern borrowed.

If I'm to be your camera, then who will be your face?

Michelle Rodriguez!

A Visit from St. Nicholas

'Twas the night before Christmas, when all thro' the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there;
The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of sugar plums danc'd in their heads, ...

 

(Clement Clarke Moore)

Been There Done That

I was dreaming

It's a hundred and ninety degrees

We were crawling around on our knees

Till the sun came up at quarter to three

But the time we had

Dirty clothes and dirt on our walls

Swinging on the bathroom doors

Thinking we were having a ball

Until somebody said they'd

Been there, done that

Been there, don't wanna go back

Been there, done that

Been there, don't wanna go back

Yesterday I called you on the telephone

To tell you I was feeling alone

Where you been for the last few days?

I want you back

Put my feet back on the ground

I don't need the lost and found

I need somebody to tell me when I've

Been there, done that

Been there, don't wanna go back

Been there, done that

Been there, don't wanna go back

A broken heart

Won't get you much further than a cold heart

We're getting, getting better, we're running back

Running back, back to you and I'm feeling that

You're the money or the good times

When I've been there...

Brèsa - ore 07.55 circa

diciassettedicembre

L'angolo

 

CHISSA’ CHI LO SA?

Alberto The Voice Marazzi

Graceland

... And she said losing love
Is like a window in your heart
Everybody sees you're blown apart
Everybody sees the wind blow ...

Hang Straight Up

Synchronicity II

Another suburban family morning

Grandmother screaming at the wall

We have to shout above the din of our Rice Crispies

We can't hear anything at all

Mother chants her litany of boredom and frustration

But we know all her suicides are fake

Daddy only stares into the distance

There's only so.much heartache he can take

Many miles away

Something crawls from the slime

At the bottom of a dark Scottish lake

Another industrial ugly morning

The factory belches filth into the sky

He walks unhindered through the picket lines today

He doesn't think to wonder why

The secretaries pout and preen like

cheap tarts in a red light street

But all he ever thinks to do is watch

And every single meeting with his so-called superior

Is a humiliating kick in the crotch

Many miles away

Something crawls to the surface

Of a dark Scottish loch

Another working day has ended

Only the rush hour hell to face

Packed like lemmings into shiny metal boxes

Contestants in a suicidal race

Daddy grips the wheel and stares alone into the distance

He knows that something somewhere has to break

He sees the family home now looming in his headlights

The pain upstairs that makes his eyeballs ache

Many miles away

There's a shadow on the door

Of a cottage on the shore

Of a dark Scottish lake

Many miles away, many miles away

Quicksand

I'm closer to the Golden Dawn

Immersed in Crowley's uniform

Of imagery

I'm living in a silent film

Portraying

Himmler's sacred realm

Of dream reality

I'm frightened by the total goal

Drawing to the ragged hole

And I ain't got the power anymore

No I ain't got the power anymore

I'm the twisted name

on Garbo's eyes

Living proof of

Churchill's lies

I'm destiny

I'm torn between the light and dark

Where others see their targets

Divine symmetry

Should I kiss the viper's fang

Or herald loud

the death of Man

I'm sinking in the quicksand

of my thought

And I ain't got the power anymore

Don't believe in yourself

Don't deceive with belief

Knowledge comes

with death's release

I'm not a prophet

or a stone age man

Just a mortal

with the potential of a superman

I'm living on

I'm tethered to the logic

of Homo Sapien

Can't take my eyes

from the great salvation

Of bullshit faith

If I don't explain what you ought to know

You can tell me all about it

On, the next Bardo

I'm sinking in the quicksand

of my thought

And I ain't got the power anymore

Gölem - ore 08.49 circa

Gölem - ore 16.29 circa

Dave Brubeck - 1920/2012

Commando

 Fanno del loro meglio, fanno quello che possono
Li tengono preparati per il Vietnam
Dalla vecchia Hanoi fino a Berlino Est
Commando - nuovamente all'opera
Fanno del loro meglio, fanno quello che possono
Li tengono preparati per il Vietnam
La prima regola è rispettare le leggi della Germania
La seconda regola è trattare bene la mamma
Le terza regola è non parlare ai comunisti
La quarta regola è mangiare sempre salami Kosher

Gölem - ore 13.58 circa

trenta novembre

Gölem - ore 16.44

Happy Thanksgiving!

Gölem - ore 17.35 circa

Buffalo Bill a Brescia!

Martedì 8 maggio 1906 il Buffalo Bill’s Wild West si esibì a Brescia: due spettacoli con “100 Indiani d’America”, il “Congresso dei Rough Riders del mondo diretti e presentati personalmente – come recita la locandina – dal Coll. W. F. Cody “Buffalo Bill”.

Ventimila bresciani furono felici di pagare da 2 a 5 lire per assistere alla “riproduzione storica della Guerra Selvaggia e della Battaglia di Little Big Horn”. Ma il pezzo forte era l’assalto alla diligenza, con veri Cowboys e Pellerossa e Buffalo Bill che guidava i cavalli e contemporaneamente sparava con due revolvers.

 

2001: Odissea nello spazio - A. C. Clarke (1968)

... "Spostando l'interruttore sulla memoria a breve termine dello schermo, manteneva ferma su di esso la prima pagina, mentre rapidamente scorreva i titoli e prendeva nota delle notizie che lo interessavano. Ognuna poteva essere inquadrata da un doppio cursore di riferimento; spostando quest'ultimo, un rettangolo formato francobollo si ampliava colmando completamente lo schermo e lo poneva in grado di leggere agevolmente la notizia. Dopo la lettura, tornava alla pagina completa e sceglieva una nuova notizia o un altro articolo da leggere integralmente.

Floyd si domandava a volte se lo Schermo-notizie e la tecnica fantastica che lo aveva realizzato sarebbero stati l'ultima parola nella ricerca umana di comunicazioni perfette. Eccolo in un punto remoto dello spazio, su una nave spaziale che si allontanava dalla Terra a migliaia di chilometri all'ora, eppure in pochi millesimi poteva esaminare i titoli di qualsiasi quotidiano avesse prescelto.

(Questo stesso termine, "quotidiano", naturalmente, era un residuo anacronistico nell'epoca dell'elettronica.) I testi venivano aggiornati automaticamente ogni ora; anche leggendo soltanto le edizioni inglesi, si poteva trascorrere un'intera esistenza non facendo altro che assimilare il fiume di informazioni sempre rinnovato trasmesso dai satelliti delle notizie.

Era difficile immaginare in qual modo il sistema potesse essere perfezionato o reso più comodo. Ma, prima o poi, supponeva Floyd, esso sarebbe tramontato, per venir sostituito da qualcos'altro di inimmaginabile come lo sarebbe stato lo Schermo-notizie per Caxton o per Gutenberg." ...

 

 

Saiga Antelope

soundgarden

Soundgarden Announce First New Album in Over 15 Years 'King Animal' set for November 13th release

Gölem - ore 15.10 circa

Stevie Ray Vaughan & Jeff Healey

November 12, 2012 | Vol. 180, No. 20

Gölem - ore 14.09

'Dancing in the street' - Martha & The Vandellas

David Bowie is

Victoria and Albert Museum The world’s greatest museum of art and design

Opening times 10.00 to 17.45 daily - 10.00 to 22.00 Fridays

An occasional dream

Ricordo come vivevamo
Sull'angolo di un letto
E parlavamo di una stanza svedese
Di juta e legno
E parlavamo con gli occhi
Della dolcezza nelle nostre vite
E domani ricchi di sorprese...
Delle cose che avremmo potuto fare
Nella nostra follia
Abbiamo bruciato un centinaio di giorni
Ci vuol tempo per far passare il tempo
E ne conservo ancora le ceneri
Un sogno occasionale
E abbiamo dormito, oh, così vicini,
Ma i nostri occhi non erano davvero chiusi
tra le lenzuola estive
bagnate di blu...
Piangendo dolcemente di notte
Era molto, molto tempo fa
E non posso ancora toccare il tuo nome
Perché i giorni della sorte
sono stati duri per te...
Ti hanno fatto ballare lontano da me
Nella mia follia
Vedo la tua faccia nella mia
Conservo una fotografia
Che, con il tempo, brucia la mia parete
Tempo
Un sogno occasionale
Dei miei
Un sogno occasionale
Dei miei
Un sogno occasionale
Dei miei

Gölem - ore 08.10 circa

27 ottobre 2012

 

White Boots

That's my baby in the white boots....That's my baby on the floor
That's my baby havin' some fun....And yellin' more, more, more
That's my baby in the short skirt....Woo, out of control
Ah she becomes another woman....When she rocks and rolls
She's having a good time....Goin' round and round
She's really rippin' it up....You know she can't sit down, oh no
That's my baby lookin' so good....You know I can't explain
How when she's dancing in the white boots....It makes her go insane
She's having a good time....Goin' round and round
She's really rippin' it up....You know she can't sit down, oh no
That's my baby in the short skirt
With the white boots on
That's my baby in the white boots....That's my baby on the floor
That's my baby havin' some fun....And yellin' more, more, more
She's having a good time....Goin' round and round
She's really rippin' it up....You know she can't sit down, oh no
That's my baby in the short skirt
With the white boots on
With the white boots on
In the short skirt
With the white boots on
Can't explain....You know I can't explain
How when she's dancing in the white boots....It makes me go insane
White boots, white boots
White boots, white boots

Entre Nous

I never asked you to change - entre nous
It's not easy to say
The instability of you makes things clear
Continuity of you is motionless
Never want you to change - entre nous
It's the sun and the moon - entre nous
It's the rich and the poor again
It's the strong and the weak without you
And the time in the past with you
It's opening the door and walking through
It's your point of view and you
Clean my slate and trip my wire
Cut the wood and light the fire
Disturb the peace in Heresfordshire - entre nous
The rain in the plain never reached Spain
the traffic is backed up on the Cote d'Azur
You missed your train form there to here - entre nous
The satellite dish will you beam you through
The comedy begins Shakespeare at the zoo - entre nous
There's a silence in you and me too
There 's nothing new back there
Talking about it made is worse - less is more
It wasn't clear at all how the time had passed
The gangs are moving in around the block
Keep your head down it's not going to stop
It's the bridge and the canyon - entre nous
If the weather breaks I'll see you

I must stand

Hey Ho, Let's go!

Gölem - ore 19.04 circa

It's not my place (in the 9 to 5 world)

 

Gölem - ore 19.29 circa

Salviamo i nostri Marò

(I got everything I need) Almost

I got everything I need, almost
I got everything I need, almost
But I don't got you
And you're the thing I need the most
I got a car that I bought
Won't get me far
I gotta wish on a star
Tell me mama
I got everything I need, almost
I got everything I need, almost
But I don't got you
And you're the thing I need the most
I got friends who like me
Cause I got lots of dough
The people recognize me
Wherever I go
I don't got trouble gettin' high
But if I don't get you I believe I will die
I got everything I need, almost
I got everything I need, almost
But I don't got you
And you're the thing I need the most
I got everything I need, almost
I got everything I need, almost
I got everything I need, almost
I got everything I need, almost
But I don't got you
And you're the thing I need the most

Gölem - ore 08.19 circa

Gölem - ore 18.25 circa

THE WALKING DEAD (season 3)

Gölem - ore 08.09 circa

C'è un principio di magia
Fra gli ostacoli del cuore
Che si attacca volentieri
Fra una sera che non muore
E una notte da scartare
Come un pacco di natale
C'è un principio d'ironia
Nel tenere coccolati
I pensieri più segreti
E trovarli già svelati
E a parlare ero io
Sono io che li ho prestati
Quante cose che non sai di me
Quante cose che non puoi sapere
Quante cose da portare nel viaggio insieme
C'è un principio di allegria
Fra gli ostacoli del cuore
Che mi voglio meritare
Anche mentre guardo il mare
Mentre lascio naufragare
Un ridicolo pensiero
Quante cose che non sai di me
Quante cose che non puoi sapere
Quante cose da portare nel viaggio insieme
Quante cose che non sai di me
Quante cose devi meritare
Quante cose da buttare nel viaggio insieme
C'è un principio di energia
Che mi spinge a dondolare
Fra il mio dire ed il mio fare
E sentire fa rumore
Fa rumore camminare
Fra gli ostacoli del cuore
Quante cose che non sai di me
Quante cose che non puoi sapere
Quante cose da portare nel viaggio insieme
Quante cose che non sai di me
Quante cose che non vuoi sapere
Quante cose da buttare nel viaggio insieme

 

(Ligabue - Elisa)

These Foolish Things

Oh! Will you never let me be?
Oh! Will you never set me free?
The ties that bound us
Are still around us
There's no escape that I can see
And still those little things remain
That bring me happiness or pain
A cigarette that bears a lipstick's traces,

An airline ticket to romantic places,

And still my heart has wings...

These foolish things remind me of you.

A tinkling piano in the next apartment,

Those stumbling words that told you what my heart meant,

A fairground's painted swings...

These foolish things remind me of you.

You came, you saw,

You conquered me.

When you did that to me,

I knew somehow this had to be.

The winds of march that made my heart a dancer,

A telephone that rings,

And who's to answer?

Oh, how the ghost of you clings...

These foolish things remind me of you.

First daffodils and long excited cables,

And candle light on little corner tables,

And still my heart has wings...

These foolish things remind me of you.

The park at evening when the bell has sounded,

The 'ile-de-france' with all the gulls around it,

The beauty that is spring's...

These foolish things remind me of you.

How strange, how sweet

To find you still,

These things are dear to me,

They seem to bring you near to me.

The sigh of midnight trains in empty stations,

Silk stockings tossed aside, dance invitations.

Oh, how the ghost of you clings!

These foolish things remind me of you...

These foolish things remind me of you.

 

Adamo ed Eva

tutti pazzi

 

 

Di Simone Sacco - Rolling Stone Magazine

 

Ad ascoltare le “consapevoli”  parole  di Marco Mathieu sembra davvero che l'unica cosa che ci siamo persi in questa vita è non aver fondato un gruppo hardcore, affittato un furgone e girato l'Europa quando avevamo ancora vent'anni. Tutto molto basic, intenso, fugaziano. Magari qualcuno di voi l'ha pure fatto (oh, lucky bastards!). I Negazione da Torino l'hanno senz'altro fatto. Nove anni di storia, tre dischi in studio, una sfilza di singoli, un altrettanto fottio di batteristi (pure Neffa, a un certo punto), una leggenda involontaria e un cuore-hardcore grande così. Un culto che dai tempi del loro triste scioglimento (1992, con tutta quella coda di stupide polemiche ideologiche seguite a un certo concerto tenuto dai Nostri a Modena sullo stesso palco di Metallica e AC/DC...) non è mai andato in calando, ma che anzi (prodigi del web) è oggi più vivo che mai su spille, zainetti e social network vari. Ragion per cui oggi esce in libreria una “bella cosa” sui Negazione (il volumetto + CD 'Il Giorno del Sole' con dentro grande musica HC del periodo di metà anni '80 e testimonianze retrospettive), anche se per puro paradosso degli autori di ‘Tutti Pazzi’ e ‘Niente’ non si è mai smesso di parlare. Nonostante gli eighties siano ormai materia per ‘La Storia Siamo Noi’, la Guerra Fredda è ormai un passatempo per hypster ultra-nostalgici e Zazzo (voce), Tax (chitarra) e Marco (basso) abbiano perso un elemento insostituibile della loro piccola minaccia mischiata a folle utopia. Il suo nome era Fabrizio Fiegl e, sì, la vita resta quella roba lì: crudele il più delle volte. Ma lo “spirito” se ne fotte e semplicemente “continua”.

Patsy Cline

Laudes Creaturarum - San Francesco d'Assisi

Desolation Row (Bob Dylan)

Goodnight Saigon

We met as soul mates
On Parris Island
We left as inmates
From an asylum
And we were sharp
As sharp as knives
And we were so gung ho
To lay down our lives
We came in spastic
Like tameless horses
We left in plastic
As numbered corpses
And we learned fast
To travel light
Our arms were heavy
But our bellies were tight
We had no home front
We had no soft soap
They sent us Playboy
They gave us Bob Hope
We dug in deep
And shot on sight
And prayed to Jesus Christ
With all our might
We had no cameras
To shoot the landscape
We passed the hash pipe
And played our Doors tapes
And it was dark
So dark at night
And we held on to each other
Like brother to brother
We promised our mothers we'd write
And we would all go down together
We said we'd all go down together
Remember Charlie
Remember Baker
They left their childhood
On every acre
And who was wrong?
And who was right?
It didn't matter in the thick of the fight
We held the day
In the palm
Of our hand
They ruled the night
And the night
Seemed to last as long as six weeks
On Parris Island
We held the coastline
They held the highlands
And they were sharp
As sharp as knives
They heard the hum of our motors
They counted the rotors
And waited for us to arrive
And we would all go down together
We said we'd all go down together
Yes we would all go down together.

Gölem - ore 08.04 circa

Magical Mystery Tour

New York City

EPIC

Falling to pieces

It's always you

Whenever it's early twilight

I watch 'til a star breaks through

Funny, it's not a star I see

It's always you

Whenever I roam through roses

And lately I often do

Funny, it's not a rose I touch

It's always you

If a breeze, caresses me

It's really you strolling by

If I hear, a melody

It's merely the way you sigh

Wherever you are you're near me

You dare me to be untrue

Funny, each time I fall in love

It's always you