lunedì 24 luglio 2017

Like A Stone - Audioslave

On a cobweb afternoon,
In a room full of emptiness
By a freeway I confess
I was lost in the pages of a book full of death;
Reading how we'll die alone.
And if we're good we'll lay to rest,
Anywhere we wanna go.
In your house I long to be;
Room by room patiently,
I'll wait for you there like a stone.
I'll wait for you there alone.
And on my deathbed I will pray to the gods and the angels,
Like a pagan to anyone who will take me to heaven;
To a place I recall, I was there so long ago.
The sky was bruised, the wine was bled, and there you led me on.
In your house I long to be;
Room by room, patiently,
I'll wait for you there like a stone.
I'll wait for you there alone, alone.
And on I read until the day was gone;
And I sat in regret of all the things I've done;
For all that I've blessed, and all that I've wronged.
In dreams until my death I will wander on.
In your house I long to be;
Room by room, patiently,
I'll wait for you there like a stone.
I'll wait for you there alone, alone.



sabato 22 luglio 2017

Wolf in Sheep's Clothing


mercoledì 19 luglio 2017

Edward Heward Bunker (December 31, 1933 – July 19, 2005)

No Beast So Fierce - Part One (incipit)
In every cry of every man
In every infant’s cry of fear,
In every voice, in every ban,
The mind forg’d manacles I hear
William Blake

I SAT on the lidless toilet at the rear of the cell, shining the hideous, bulb-toed shoes that were issued to those being released. Through my mind ran an exultant chant, “I’ll be a free man in the morning.” But for all the exultation, the joy of leaving after eight calendars in prison was not unalloyed. My goal in buffing the ugly shoes was not so much to improve their appearance as to relieve tension. I was more nervous in facing release on parole than I had been on entering so long ago. It helped slightly to know that such apprehensiveness was common, though often denied, by men to whom the world outside was increasingly vague as the years passed away. Enough years in prison and a man would be as ill-equipped to handle the demands of freedom as a Trappist monk thrown into the maelstrom of New York City. At least the monk would have his faith to sustain him, while the former prisoner would possess memory of previous failure, of prison—and the incandescent awareness of being an “ex-convict”, a social outcast.



martedì 18 luglio 2017

lunedì 17 luglio 2017

mercoledì 12 luglio 2017

Jasper Johns - Numbers in Color, 1958–59


dodiciluglio - Festival Acquedotte 2017

ENRICO RAVA – TOMASZ STANKO 5ET 
European Trumpet Legends
Enrico Rava, tromba - Tomasz Stanko, tromba – Giovanni Guidi, piano - Reuben Roger, basso - Gerald Cleaver, batteria.

lunedì 10 luglio 2017

Baby, I Love Your Way


Shadows grow so long before my eyes
And they're moving across the page
Suddenly the day turns into night
Far away from the city
Don't hesitate
'Cause your love won't wait
 Oh baby I love your way, everyday
Wanna tell you I love your way, everyday
Wanna be with you night and day
 Moon appears to shine and light the sky
With the help of some firefly
Wonder how they have the power to shine, shine, shine
I can see them under the pine
Don't hesitate
'Cause your love won't wait
 Oh baby I love your way, everyday
Wanna tell you I love your way, oh
Wanna be with you night and day, oh yeah
 Well don't hesitate
'Cause your love won't wait
 I can see the sunset in your eyes
Brown and gray, blue besides
Clouds are stalking islands in the sun
I wish I could buy one
Out of season
 Don't hesitate
'Cause your love won't wait
 Oh baby I love your way, everyday
Wanna tell you I love your way
Wanna be with you night and day
 Oh baby I love your way, everyday
Wanna tell you I love your way
Wanna be with you night and day, yeah

martedì 4 luglio 2017

July Fourth


lunedì 3 luglio 2017

ciao Paolo!



sabato 1 luglio 2017