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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

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