martedì 29 agosto 2017
lunedì 28 agosto 2017
You Can't Put Your Arms Around A Memory (Johnny Thunders)
It doesn't pay to try
All the smart boys know why
It doesn't mean I didn't try
I just never know why
Feel so cold and all alone
'Cause, baby, you're not at home
And when I'm home
Big deal, I'm still alone
All the smart boys know why
It doesn't mean I didn't try
I just never know why
Feel so cold and all alone
'Cause, baby, you're not at home
And when I'm home
Big deal, I'm still alone
Feel so restless; I am
Beat my head against a pole
Try to knock some sense
Down in my bones
And even though they don't show
The scars aren't so old
And when they go
They let you know
Beat my head against a pole
Try to knock some sense
Down in my bones
And even though they don't show
The scars aren't so old
And when they go
They let you know
You can't put your arms around a memory
You can't put your arms around a memory
You can't put your arms around a memory
Don't try, don't try
You can't put your arms around a memory
You can't put your arms around a memory
Don't try, don't try
You're just a bastard kid
And you got no name
'Cause you're living with me
We're one and the same
And you got no name
'Cause you're living with me
We're one and the same
And even though they don't show
They scars aren't so old
And when they go
They let you know
They scars aren't so old
And when they go
They let you know
You can't put your arms around a memory
You can't put your arms around a memory
You can't put your arms around a memory
Don't try, don't try
You can't put your arms around a memory
You can't put your arms around a memory
Don't try, don't try
You can't put your arms around a memory
You can't put your arms around a memory
You can't put your arms around a memory
Don't try, don't try
You can't put your arms around a memory
You can't put your arms around a memory
Don't try, don't try
mercoledì 23 agosto 2017
venerdì 11 agosto 2017
martedì 8 agosto 2017
00:43 - note di un viaggio, di notte, d'estate.
Con quel cazzo di sapore di invincibile sconfitta nella bocca, guidi di notte, allontanandoti dal posto in cui vorresti tenacemente rimanere. Ancora una volta, strappato, nuoti in un mare di antiche illusioni che fanno male.
La radio suona, non ascolti, frastuono di pensieri.
Sei solo.
Sei solo.
Note di chitarra fendono l'aria, ti scuotono, in alto a sinistra la luna piena esplode di luce tra le nuvole, l'aria è fresca, la strada dritta, dritta.
Alzi il volume.
Scivoli via, musica e voce salgono, ti segnano dentro, vibri con loro.
Sei arrivata per caso e hai reso il momento quasi perfetto.
Forza nella debolezza, luce e oscurità, sei arrivato.
L'ultimo viaggio di oggi è finito, devi svoltare, c'è l'uscita.
L'ultimo viaggio di oggi è finito, devi svoltare, c'è l'uscita.
Qualcuno ha messo il disco adesso, questa notte passerà, si vedrà, il domani.
lunedì 7 agosto 2017
The War of the Worlds (radio drama) - Sunday, October 30, 1938
Photo of Orson Welles meeting with reporters in an effort to explain that no one connected with the War of the Worlds radio broadcast had any idea the show would cause panic.
(By Acme News Photos)
