lunedì 25 agosto 2008

START ME UP

If you start me up,
if you start me up I'll never stop.
You can start me up,
you can start me up I'll never stop.
I've been running hot,
you got me just about to blow my top
You can start me up, you can start me up,
I'll never stop, never stop, never stop.
You make a grown man cry.
You make a grown man cry.
You make a grown man cry.
Spread out the oil, the gasoline.
I walk smooth ride in a mean, mean machine.
(Start it up)
You can start me up.
Kick on the starter, give it all you've got.
(You got, you got)
I can't compete,
With the riders in the other heats.
If you rough it up,
if you do like it you can slit it up,
slide it up, slide it up, slide it up.
Don't make a grown man cry.
Don't make a grown man cry.
Don't make a grown man cry.
My eyes dilate, my lips go green, my hands
are greasy, she's a mean, mean machine.
(Start it up)
Start me up,
ah... you've got to, you've got to,
never, never, never stop.
Start me up,
you can start me up I'll never stop,
you've got to never, never, never stop.
You make a grown man cry.
You make a grown man cry.
You make a grown man cry.
Ride like the wind, at double speed, I'll take
you places that you've never, never seen.
(Start it up)
If you start it up,
love the day when we will never stop,
never stop, never stop, never stop.
Tough me up,
never stop, never stop
You, you, you make a grown man cry.
You, you make a dead man come.
You, you, you make a dead man come.
You, you, you make a dead man come.

giovedì 7 agosto 2008

the dark knight

pat garret & billy the kid (David Samuel Peckinpah)

Mama, toglimi questo distintivo
non posso più usarlo
si sta facendo scuro, troppo scuro per vedere
mi sembra di bussare alle porte del cielo
Knock knock busso alle porte del cielo
Knock knock busso alle porte del cielo
Knock knock busso alle porte del cielo
Knock knock busso alle porte del cielo
Mama, metti le mie pistole per terra
non posso più sparare
quella lunga nuvola nera sta scendendo
mi sembra di bussare alle porte del cielo
Knock knock busso alle porte del cielo
Knock knock busso alle porte del cielo
Knock knock busso alle porte del cielo
Knock knock busso alle porte del cielo

mercoledì 6 agosto 2008

the supremes

I need love, love
To ease my mind
I need to find, find someone to call mine
But mama said
You cant hurry love
No, you just have to wait
She said love dont come easy
Its a game of give and take
You cant hurry love
No, you just have to wait
You got to trust, give it time
No matter how long it takes
But how many heartaches
Must I stand before I find a love
To let me live again
Right now the only thing
That keeps me hangin on
When I feel my strength, yeah
Its almost gone
I remember mama said:
You cant hurry love
No, you just have to wait
She said love dont come easy
Its a game of give and take
How long must I wait
How much more can I take
Before loneliness will cause my heart
Heart to break?
No I cant bear to live my life alone
I grow impatient for a love to call my own
But when I feel that i, I cant go on
These precious words keeps me hangin on
I remember mama said:
You cant hurry love
No, you just have to wait
She said love dont come easy
Its a game of give and take
You cant hurry love
No, you just have to wait
She said trust, give it time
No matter how long it takes
No, love, love, dont come easy
But I keep on waiting
Anticipating for that soft voice
To talk to me at night
For some tender arms
To hold me tight
I keep waiting
I keep on waiting
But it aint easy
It aint easy
But mama said:
You cant hurry love
No, you just have to wait
She said to trust, give it time
No matter how long it takes
You cant hurry love
No, you just have to wait
She said love dont come easy
Its a game of give and take

lunedì 4 agosto 2008

(Looking For) The Heart Of Saturday Night

Well you gassed her up

Behind the wheel

With your arm around your sweet one

In your Oldsmobile

Barrelin' down the boulevard

You're looking for the heart of Saturday night

And you got paid on Friday

And your pockets are jinglin'

And you see the lights

You get all tinglin' cause you're cruisin' with a 6

And you're looking for the heart of Saturday night

Then you comb your hair

Shave your face

Tryin' to wipe out ev'ry trace

All the other days

In the week you know that this'll be the Saturday

You're reachin' your peak

Stoppin' on the red

You're goin' on the green

'Cause tonight'll be like nothin'

You've ever seen

And you're barrelin' down the boulevard

Lookin' for the heart of Saturday night

Tell me is the crack of the poolballs, neon buzzin?

Telephone's ringin'; it's your second cousin

Is it the barmaid that's smilin' from the corner of her eye?

Magic of the melancholy tear in your eye.

Makes it kind of quiver down in the core

'Cause you're dreamin' of them Saturdays that came before

And now you're stumblin'

You're stumblin' onto the heart of Saturday night

Well you gassed her up

And you're behind the wheel

With your arm around your sweet one

In your Oldsmobile

Barrellin' down the boulevard,

You're lookin' for the heart of Saturday night

Is the crack of the poolballs, neon buzzin?

Telephone's ringin'; it's your second cousin

And the barmaid is smilin' from the corner of her eye

Magic of the melancholy tear in your eye.

Makes it kind of special down in the core

And you're dreamin' of them Saturdays that came before

It's found you stumblin'

Stumblin' onto the heart of Saturday night

And you're stumblin'

Stumblin onto the heart of Saturday night

VS

le tre leggi

1. Un robot non può recare danno a un essere umano, né può permettere che, a causa del suo mancato intervento, un essere umano riceva danno.
2. Un robot deve obbedire agli ordini impartiti dagli esseri umani, purché tali ordini non contrastino con la Prima Legge.
3. Un robot deve proteggere la propria esistenza, purché questa autodifesa non contrasti con la Prima e/o la Seconda Legge.

venerdì 1 agosto 2008

pane e volpe

da uno a trentasette

agosto duemilaeotto
audrey - liliana - francesca - caterina - virginia

black hole sun

In my eyes
Indisposed
In disguise
As no one knows
Hides the face
Lies the snake
And the sun
In my disgrace
Boiling heat
Summer stench
'Neath the black
The sky looks dead
Call my name
Through the cream
And I'll hear you
Scream again
Black hole sun
Won't you come
And wash away the rain
Black hole sun
Won't you come
Won't you come
Stuttering
Cold and damp
Steal the warm wind
Tired friend
Times are gone
For honest men
And sometimes
Far too long
For snakes
In my shoes
A walking sleep
And my youth I pray to keep
Heaven send
Hell away
No one sings Like you Anymore
Hang my head
Drown my fear
Till you all just
Disappear