lunedì 28 novembre 2011

If you see her, say hello

Se la vedi dille ciao, potrebbe essere a Tangeri,
se n'è andata la scorsa primavera, ho sentito che vive lì ora
Dille da parte mia che sto bene sebbene le cose vadano così così
Potrebbe darsi che pensi che io l'abbia scordata, non dirle che non è così

Abbiamo avuto alti e bassi come succede spesso a chi si ama
Ed a pensare al modo in cui se n'è andata quella notte mi vengono ancora i brividi
E sebbene la nostra separazione mi abbia trafitto il cuore
lei vive ancora dentro di me, non ci siamo mai lasciati davvero

Se le vai vicino dalle un bacio per me
l'ho sempre rispettata per la sua scelta di fuggire e ritornare libera
Oh, qualsiasi cosa la possa rendere felice non mi ci metterò di mezzo
Nonostante l'amaro gusto che ancora provo da quella notte che ho cercato di trattenerla

Vedo un mucchio di gente durante i miei viaggi
e mi giunge all'orecchio il suo nome talvolta mentre vado di città in città
Ed ancora non mi ci sono abituato, ho solo imparato a spegnere l'interruttore
Forse sono troppo sensibile o troppo tenero

Tramonto, luna gialla, rivivo il passato
conosco ogni scena a memoria, sono trascorse troppo velocemente
Se dovesse passare da queste parti, non è così difficile trovarmi
dille che può cercarmi se ne ha il tempo

Gölem - ore 08.30 circa

venerdì 18 novembre 2011

the undefeated

I was gently raised
Fussed over r in school
Fed and housed and entertained
Wanting to be cool
Summers in the grass
Winters warm and slow
Until the one thing on my mind was to just
Get up and go
We're the undefeated
We got what they want
We're so bored and spoiled
Life is just a bag of pot
We're the undefeated
TV in the shade
Girls at all our parties
We have really got it made
There's a real mean world outside
Where many lives are lost
But struggle builds character
And we are growing soft
I don't want to sit and watch no TV show
I want to roam and be challenged
I want to grow and grow
We're the undefeated
We got what they want
We're so fucking spoiled
Life is just a bag of pot
We're the undefeated
TV in the shade
Girls at all our parties
We have really got it made
What have we made?
A giant jail
A bunch of walls
That's all that we've made
Oh, my
We're the undefeated we got what they want
We're so bored and spoiled life is just a bag of pot
We're the undefeated we got what they want
We're so bored and spoiled life is just a bag of pot
We're the undefeated
Always undefeated
We're the undefeated
We're the undefeated,
Now

giovedì 17 novembre 2011

mercoledì 16 novembre 2011

mario kills tanooki

lunedì 14 novembre 2011

o-o-h child

Ooh-oo child, things are gonna get easier
Ooh-oo child, things'll get brighter
Ooh-oo child, things are gonna get easier
Ooh-oo child, things'll be brighter
Some day, yeah
We'll put it together and we'll get it all done
Some day
When your head is much lighter
Some day, yeah
We'll walk in the rays of a beautiful sun
Some day
When the world is much brighter
Ooh-oo child, things are gonna be easier
Ooh-oo child, things'll be brighter
Ooh-oo child, things are gonna be easier
Ooh-oo child, things'll be brighter
Some day, yeah
We'll put it together and we'll get it all done
Some day
When your head is much lighter
Some day, yeah
We'll walk in the rays of a beautiful sun
Some day
When the world is much brighter
Some day, some day, some day
We'll get it together and we'll get it all done
Some day
When your head is much lighter
Some day, some day, some day
We'll walk in the rays of a beautiful sun
Some day
When the world is much brighter
Ooh-oo child, things are gonna get easier
Ooh-oo child, things'll be brighter
Ooh-oo child, things are gonna get easier
Ooh-oo child, things'll be brighter
Right now
You just wait and see how things are gonna be
Right now...

venerdì 11 novembre 2011

Veterans day

mercoledì 9 novembre 2011

SANFORD AND SON

straight time - 1978

Roy Lichtenstein

martedì 8 novembre 2011

Smokin'


Name: Joe Frazier
Alias: Smokin'
Birth Name: Joseph William Frazier
Born: 1944-01-12
Birthplace: Beaufort, South Carolina, USA
Died: 2011-11-07 (Age:67)
Nationality: US American
Hometown: Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, USA
Stance: Orthodox
Height: 5′ 11½″ / 182cm
Reach: 73″ / 185cm

(boxrec.com)

mercoledì 2 novembre 2011

lunedì 31 ottobre 2011

31 ottobre - Santa Lucilla

venerdì 28 ottobre 2011

mercoledì 26 ottobre 2011

martedì 25 ottobre 2011

meat is murder


Heifer whines could be human cries
Closer comes the screaming knife
This beautiful creature must die
This beautiful creature must die
A death for no reason
And death for no reason is MURDER
And the flesh you so fancifully fry
Is not succulent, tasty or kind
It's death for no reason
And death for no reason is MURDER
And the calf that you carve with a smile
Is MURDER
And the turkey you festively slice
Is MURDER
Do you know how animals die ?
Kitchen aromas aren't very homely
It's not "comforting", cheery or kind
It's sizzling blood and the unholy stench
Of MURDER
It's not "natural", "normal" or kind
The flesh you so fancifully fry
The meat in your mouth
As you savour the flavour
Of MURDER
NO, NO, NO, IT'S MURDER
NO, NO, NO, IT'S MURDER
Oh ... and who hears when animals cry ?

mercoledì 12 ottobre 2011

martedì 11 ottobre 2011

don't wait too long

You can cry a million tears
You can wait a million years
If you think that time will change your ways
Don't wait too long
When your morning turns to night
Who'll be loving you by candlelight
If you think that time will change your ways
Don't wait too long
Maybe I got a lot to learn
Time can slip away
Sometimes you got to lose it all
Before you find your way
Take a chance, play your part
Make romance, it might break your heart.
But if you think that time will change your ways
Don't wait too long
It may rain, it may shine
Love will age like fine red wine
But if you think that time will change your ways
Don't wait too long
Maybe you and I got a lot to learn
Don't waste another day
Maybe you got to lose it all
Before you find your way
Take a chance, play your part
Make romance, it might break your heart
But if you think that time will change your ways
Don't wait too long
Don't wait
Hmm... Don't wait

lunedì 10 ottobre 2011

giovedì 6 ottobre 2011

martedì 4 ottobre 2011

Gurney Halleck - Frank Herbert's Dune



"Not in the mood?! Mood's a thing for cattle and love play... not fighting"!
"Non sei dell'umore? L'umore va bene per le bestie o per fare all'amore... non per combattere"!

quattro ottobre

lunedì 3 ottobre 2011

pop song 89

Ciao, ti ho visto, ti conosco, ti conoscevo
Credo di poter ricordare il tuo nome...nome
Ciao, mi dispiace, mi sono perso
Credo di aver pensato fossi qualcun altro
Dovremmo parlare del tempo? (ciao...ciao, ciao)
Dovremmo parlare del governo? (ciao...ciao, ciao, ciao)
Ciao, come stai? Ti conosco, ti conoscevo
Credo di poter ricordare il tuo nome...nome
Ciao, mi dispiace, mi sono perso
Credo di aver pensato fossi qualcun altro
Dovremmo parlare del tempo? (ciao...ciao, ciao)
Dovremmo parlare del governo? (ciao...ciao, ciao, ciao)
Ciao, amico, sei visibile oggi?
Lo sai che non ho mai saputo
Che potesse essere così strano...strano
Ciao, mi dispiace, mi sono perso
Credo di aver pensato fossi qualcun altro
Dovremmo parlare del tempo? (ciao...ciao, ciao)
Dovremmo parlare del governo? (ciao...ciao, ciao, ciao)

martedì 27 settembre 2011

life by the drop

Hello there, my old friend
Not so long ago it was 'til the end
We played outside in the pouring rain
On our way up the road we started over again
You're livin' a dream....Wo you on top
My mind is achin'....Lord it won't stop
Thats how it happens....Livin' life by the drop
Up and down that road in our worn out shoes
Talkin' 'bout good things and signin' the blues
You went your way....I stayed behind
We both knew it was just a matter of time
You're livin a dream....Wo you on top
My mind is achin'....Lord it won't stop
That's how it happens....Livin' life by the drop
No wasted time....We're alive today
Churnin' up the past....There's no easier way
Time's been between us....A means to an end
God it's good to be here walkin' together my friend
You're livin a dream....Wo you on top
My mind is achin'....Lord it won't stop
That's how it happens....Livin' life by the drop
That's how it happens....Livin' life by the drop
That's how it happens....Livin' life by the drop

giovedì 22 settembre 2011

1980 - 2011

mercoledì 21 settembre 2011

martedì 20 settembre 2011

September song

Oh it’s a long, long while
from May ‘till December
And the days grow short
When you reach September.
When the Autumn weather
turns the leaves to flame
One hasn’t got time
For the waiting game.
For the days dwindle down
To a precious few...
September...November...
And these few precious days
I’ll spend with you.
These precious days
I’ll spend with you.
When you meet with the young men
Early in Spring,
They court you in song and rhyme.
They woo you with songs and a clover ring,
But if you examine the goods they bring,
They have little to offer but the songs they sing
And a plentiful waste of time of day...
And a plentiful waste of time...
But it’s a long, long while
from May ‘till December
When the Autumn weather
Turns the leaves to flame
For the days dwindle down
To a precious few;
September...November...
And these few precious days
I’ll spend with you.
These precious days
I’ll spend with you!

Gölem - ore 08.30 circa

giovedì 15 settembre 2011

un Buddha



"Una famiglia è un posto in cui le anime vengono a contatto tra loro. Se si amano a vicenda, la casa sarà bella come un giardino di fiori. Ma se le anime perdono l’armonia tra loro, sarà come se una tempesta avesse distrutto quel giardino."

Ironico

Un vecchio compì 98 anni,
vinse la lotteria e morì il giorno dopo.
E' una mosca nera nel tuo Chardonnay.
E' una grazia ricevuta nel braccio della morte con due minuti di ritardo.
Non è ironico? Non credi?
E' come quando piove nel giorno del tuo matrimonio.
E' una corsa gratis, quando hai già pagato.
E' il buon consiglio che non hai seguito.
Chi avrebbe pensato che i conti tornano?
Il signor Non-Correre-Rischi aveva paura di volare,
fece le valigie e salutò i figli con un bacio.
Aveva aspettato tutta la sua dannata vita per prendere quel volo
e mentre l'aereo precipitava,
pensò: "Beh, è bello".
E non è ironico? Non trovi?
E' come quando piove nel giorno del tuo matrimonio.
E' una corsa gratis, quando hai già pagato.
E' il buon consiglio che non hai seguito.
Chi avrebbe pensato che i conti tornano?
Beh, la vita ha uno strano modo di sorprenderti alle spalle,
quando pensi che tutto sia a posto e che tutto vada per il meglio.
E la vita ha uno strano modo di venire in tuo aiuto,
quando pensi che tutto ti stia andando storto e che tutto ti esplode in faccia.
Un ingorgo nel traffico, quando sei già in ritardo.
Un cartello "vietato fumare" nella tua pausa per la sigaretta.
E' come avere diecimila cucchiai, quando tutto quello che ti serve è un coltello.
E' incontrare l'uomo dei miei sogni
e poi conoscere la sua bellissima moglie.
E non è ironico? Non credi?
Un po' troppo ironico e sì, lo credo veramente.
E' come quando piove nel giorno del tuo matrimonio.
E' una corsa gratis, quando hai già pagato.
E' il buon consiglio che non hai seguito.
Chi ci avrebbe pensato che i conti tornano?
La vita ha uno strano modo di sorprenderti alle spalle.
La vita ha uno strano, strano modo di venirti in aiuto, di venirti in aiuto.

martedì 13 settembre 2011

St. Elmo's Fire

venerdì 9 settembre 2011

Gölem - ore 19.30 circa

No matter what sign you are

Capricorn, Scorpio, Taurus, Gemini, Virgo, Cancer,
Pisces, Leo, Libra, Aries, Aquarius, Sagittarius
The moon shines bright above
But the charts declare
It's not my night for love
Ah, deep in my heart
I feel a good vibrations saying
"You and me, babe, would make a good combination"
There's no need in looking to the skies
Can't you see the stars shine in my eyes
I love you, boy, I really love you, boy
No matter what sign you are
You're gonna be mine you are
Can't let astrology chart our destiny
No matter what sign you are
You're gonna be mine you are
The beat of the heart, my love
Is stronger than the charts, my love
Your water sign just lit my fire
You fill me with such desire
I love you, boy, I really love you, boy
No matter what sign you are
You're gonna be mine you are
Can't let astrology chart our destiny
No matter what sign you are
You're gonna be mine you are
I need you beside me, love
Only you can guide my love
Capricorn, Scorpio, Taurus, Gemini, Virgo,
Cancer, Pisces, Leo, Libra, Aries
I don't care about your rising sign
All I know is when your lips touch mine
You move me, boy, you really move me, boy
No matter what sign you are
You're gonna be mine you are
Yes, you are
Hold me, boy
No matter what sign you are
You're gonna be mine you are

giovedì 8 settembre 2011

venerdì 2 settembre 2011

Life On Mars (BBC - 2006)

È una piccola storia maledetta
Per la ragazza con i capelli da topo
Ma sua madre sta gridando "No"
E suo padre le ha detto di andarsene
Ma il suo amico non si è fatto vivo
Ora cammina
nel suo sogno sommerso
Verso il posto con la visuale migliore
Ed è rapita dallo schermo d'argento
Ma il film è di una noia mortale
Perché lei lo ha vissuto
dieci volte, o forse più
Potrebbe sputare negli occhi degli sciocchi
Quando le chiedono di mettere a fuoco
Marinai che lottano nella sala da ballo
Accidenti!
guarda quei cavernicoli che vanno
È la trasmissione più bizzarra
Da' un'occhiata all'Avvocato
Che dà addosso all'uomo sbagliato.
Accidenti, mi chiedo se saprà mai
Che è nello spettacolo di punta
C'è vita su Marte?
E' sulla fronte torturata dell'America
Che Topolino
è diventato una mucca
Ora i lavoratori
hanno scioperato per la fama
Perché Lennon è di nuovo in vendita
Guardate i topi nelle loro milioni di orde
Da Ibiza alle Norfolk Broads
"Rule Britannia" è stato messo al bando
Per mia madre, il mio cane e i clown
Ma il film è di una noia mortale
Perché l'ho già scritto
dieci volte, o forse più
Sta per essere scritto di nuovo
Perché ti chiedo di metterlo a fuoco
Dring-dring-dring...
(Il telefono)

giovedì 1 settembre 2011

John Landis


Try To Remember



Try to remember the kind of September
When life was slow and oh, so mellow.
Try to remember the kind of September
When grass was green and grain was yellow.
Try to remember the kind of September
When you were a tender and callow fellow.
Try to remember, and if you remember,
Then follow.
Follow, follow, follow, follow, follow,
Follow, follow, follow, follow.
Try to remember when life was so tender
That no one wept except the willow.
Try to remember when life was so tender
That dreams were kept beside your pillow.
Try to remember when life was so tender
That love was an ember about to billow.
Try to remember, and if you remember,
Then follow.
Follow, follow, follow, follow, follow,
Follow, follow, follow, follow.
Follow, follow, follow, follow, follow,
Follow, follow, follow, follow.
Follow, follow, follow, follow, follow,
Follow, follow, follow, follow.
Deep in December, it's nice to remember,
Although you know the snow will follow.
Deep in December, it's nice to remember,
Without a hurt the heart is hollow.
Deep in December, it's nice to remember,
The fire of September that made us mellow.
Deep in December, our hearts should remember
And follow

martedì 30 agosto 2011

Oak Cliff Bra


Sittin' on the front porch in Oak Cliff with my bra - watchin' some cars go by.
A lady with a baby with only one shoe walks by.
The baby on her shoulder has his mouth open more than his eyes.
Where's his other shoe?
A little bird is bathin' on the driveway in a puddle of old rain.
A station wagon honks and swerves and almost hits a squirrel.
The squirrel gets crazy eyed and zippers back and forth across the pavement.
Talk about close calls

giovedì 25 agosto 2011

Lulu - October 31


The musical collaboration between Lou Reed and Metallica, "Lulu," is coming your way this Fall and this space will be your spot for all things Loutallica(!). We want to start sharing with you just how the "Lulu" project, recorded at HQ just a few short months ago, is coming together. As you can see this site is a work in progress and the plan is to build it before your very eyes. Please bear with us while we piece it all together!

"Lulu" was inspired by German expressionist writer Frank Wededkind's plays "Earth Spirit" and "Pandora's Box," which tell a story of a young abused dancer's life and relationships and are now collectively known as the "Lulu Plays." Since their publication in the early 1900's, the plays have been the inspiration for a silent film ("Pandora's Box," 1929), an opera, and countless other creative endeavors. Originally the lyrics and musical landscape were sketched out by Lou for a theatrical production in Berlin, but after coming together with the 'Tallica boys for the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame concerts in New York in 2009 all guilty parties knew they wanted to make more music together. Lou was inspired enough by that performance to recently ask the band to join him in taking his theatrical "Lulu" piece to the next level and so starting in early May of this year we were all camped out recording at HQ studios in Northern California, bringing us to today and ten complete songs.

mercoledì 24 agosto 2011

Gölem

venerdì 12 agosto 2011

Squack!

martedì 9 agosto 2011

winter

The yellow sun
Well, it took the hand
Of a country boy
To a city in a far-off land
We made no mark
No shadow at all
On the ancient, holy streets
Where I learned to crawl
The broken and the bruised
The young and the used
The sure and confused
All here
Words will then land on me
Then abandon me
Mangle, untangle me
Leave me on the floor
Rhymes, they sprang in me
Summer sang in me
But summer sings in me no more
Now I'm twenty-five
And trying to stay alive
In a corner of the world
With no clear enemies to fight
It's hot as hell
We're like butter on toast
But there's no army in this world
That can fight a ghost
The broken and the bruised
The young and the used
The sure and confused
All here
Words will then land on me
Then abandon me
Leave me stranded
In guard of the door
Rhymes began in me
Summer sang in me
But summer sings in me no more
Listening to the cries
The strangers
The silence of the foreign grave
Listening to the thunder
The sky is strange
Stretched over everyone
Listening to the tales
The child sings
That goes for days and days
Listening to the calls
Shouts, frustration
At twenty-one
I was born a son
And on that day I knew
I could kill
To protect the ones
We put bullets in guns
Or anything it takes
To take a life until it's still