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Friday, 31 October 2008
Tuesday, 28 October 2008
Aphrodite's Child / "It's Five o'clock"
It's five o'clock
and I walk through the empty streets
Thoughts fill my head
but then still
no one speaks to me
My mind takes me back
to the years that have passed me by
It is so hard to believe
that it's me
that I see
in the window pane
It it so hard to believe
that all this is the way
that it has to be
It's five o'clock
and I walk through the empty streets
The night is my friend
And in him
I find sympathy
thus so
And so I go back to the years that have past me by
It is so hard to believe
that it's me
that I see
in the window pane
It it so hard to believe
that all this is the way
that it has to be
It's five o'clock
and I walk through the empty streets
The night is my friend
And in him I find sympathy
He gives me day
gives me hope
and a little dream too
and I walk through the empty streets
Thoughts fill my head
but then still
no one speaks to me
My mind takes me back
to the years that have passed me by
It is so hard to believe
that it's me
that I see
in the window pane
It it so hard to believe
that all this is the way
that it has to be
It's five o'clock
and I walk through the empty streets
The night is my friend
And in him
I find sympathy
thus so
And so I go back to the years that have past me by
It is so hard to believe
that it's me
that I see
in the window pane
It it so hard to believe
that all this is the way
that it has to be
It's five o'clock
and I walk through the empty streets
The night is my friend
And in him I find sympathy
He gives me day
gives me hope
and a little dream too
Premiata Forneria Marconi / "Impressioni di Settembre"
Quante gocce di rugiada intorno a me,
cerco il sole ma non c'è…
Dorme ancora la campagna, forse no,
è sveglia, mi guarda, non so.
Già l'odore della terra odor di grano,
sale adagio verso me.
e la vita nel mio petto batte piano,
respira la nebbia, penso a te.
Quanto verde tutto intorno a ancor piú in là,
sembra quasi un mera l'erba,
e leggero il mio pensiero vola e va
ho quasi paura che si perda…
Un cavallo tende il collo verso il prato
resta fermo come me:
faccio un passo, lui mi vede, è già
fuggito…
Respiro la nebbia, penso a te.
No, cosa sono adesso non lo so
sono come, un uomo in cerca di se stesso
no, cosa sono adesso non lo so
sono solo, solo il suono del mio passo…
Ma intanto il sole tra la nebbia filtra già:
il giorno come sempre sarà.
Aria tersa d'un settembre che pare senza fine
aria già fredda
acqua già fredda…
intorno irripetibili colori e silenzi
e foglie cadute e cadute
e nubi bige a rimpiattino
e il mio rabbrividire...
ia giacca stretta al petto...
un sapore di uva...
e dita attaccatticce...
e il giorno
come vai bello
come sempre possente:
Come sempre....
cerco il sole ma non c'è…
Dorme ancora la campagna, forse no,
è sveglia, mi guarda, non so.
Già l'odore della terra odor di grano,
sale adagio verso me.
e la vita nel mio petto batte piano,
respira la nebbia, penso a te.
Quanto verde tutto intorno a ancor piú in là,
sembra quasi un mera l'erba,
e leggero il mio pensiero vola e va
ho quasi paura che si perda…
Un cavallo tende il collo verso il prato
resta fermo come me:
faccio un passo, lui mi vede, è già
fuggito…
Respiro la nebbia, penso a te.
No, cosa sono adesso non lo so
sono come, un uomo in cerca di se stesso
no, cosa sono adesso non lo so
sono solo, solo il suono del mio passo…
Ma intanto il sole tra la nebbia filtra già:
il giorno come sempre sarà.
Aria tersa d'un settembre che pare senza fine
aria già fredda
acqua già fredda…
intorno irripetibili colori e silenzi
e foglie cadute e cadute
e nubi bige a rimpiattino
e il mio rabbrividire...
ia giacca stretta al petto...
un sapore di uva...
e dita attaccatticce...
e il giorno
come vai bello
come sempre possente:
Come sempre....
Procol Harum / "A Whiter Shade of Pale"
We skipped the light fandango
And turned cartwheels across the floor
I was feeling kind of seasick
The crowd called out for more
The room was humming harder
As the ceiling flew away
Whe we called out for another drink
The waiter brought a tray
And so it was that later
As the miller told his tale
That her face at first just ghostly
Turned a whiter shade of pale
She said there is no reason
And the truth is plain to see
But I wandered through my playing cards
Would not let her be
One of sixteen vestal virgins
Who were leaving for the coast
At the moment my eyes were open
They might just as well have been closed
And so it was that later
As the miller told his tale
That her face at first just ghostly
Turned a whiter shade of pale
And turned cartwheels across the floor
I was feeling kind of seasick
The crowd called out for more
The room was humming harder
As the ceiling flew away
Whe we called out for another drink
The waiter brought a tray
And so it was that later
As the miller told his tale
That her face at first just ghostly
Turned a whiter shade of pale
She said there is no reason
And the truth is plain to see
But I wandered through my playing cards
Would not let her be
One of sixteen vestal virgins
Who were leaving for the coast
At the moment my eyes were open
They might just as well have been closed
And so it was that later
As the miller told his tale
That her face at first just ghostly
Turned a whiter shade of pale
The Animals / "The House of the Rising Sun"
There is a house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun
And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy
And God I know I'm one
My mother was a tailor
She sewed my new bluejeans
My father was a gamblin' man
Down in New Orleans
Now the only thing a gambler needs
Is a suitcase and trunk
And the only time he's satisfied
Is when he's on a drunk
Oh mother tell your children
Not to do what I have done
Spend your lives in sin and misery
In the House of the Rising Sun
Well, I got one foot on the platform
The other foot on the train
I'm goin' back to New Orleans
To wear that ball and chain
Well, there is a house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun
And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy
And God I know I'm one
They call the Rising Sun
And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy
And God I know I'm one
My mother was a tailor
She sewed my new bluejeans
My father was a gamblin' man
Down in New Orleans
Now the only thing a gambler needs
Is a suitcase and trunk
And the only time he's satisfied
Is when he's on a drunk
Oh mother tell your children
Not to do what I have done
Spend your lives in sin and misery
In the House of the Rising Sun
Well, I got one foot on the platform
The other foot on the train
I'm goin' back to New Orleans
To wear that ball and chain
Well, there is a house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun
And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy
And God I know I'm one
Manic Street Preachers / "If You Tolerate This Your Children Will Be Next" [rehearsals]
The future teaches you to be alone
The present to be afraid and cold
'So if I can shoot rabbits
Then I can shoot fascists'
Bullets for your brain today
But we'll forget it all again
Monuments put from pen to paper
Turns me into a gutless wonder
And if you tolerate this
Then your children will be next
And if you tolerate this
Then your children will be next
Will be next, will be next, will be next
Gravity keeps my head down
Or is it maybe shame
At being so young and being so vain
Holes in your head today
But I'm a pacifist
I've walked La Ramblas
But not with real intent
And if you tolerate this
Then your children will be next
And if you tolerate this
Then your children will be next
Will be next, will be next, will be next
'And on the street tonight an old man plays
With newspaper cuttings of his glory days'
And if you tolerate this
Then your children will be next
And if you tolerate this
Then your children will be next
Will be next, will be next, will be next
The present to be afraid and cold
'So if I can shoot rabbits
Then I can shoot fascists'
Bullets for your brain today
But we'll forget it all again
Monuments put from pen to paper
Turns me into a gutless wonder
And if you tolerate this
Then your children will be next
And if you tolerate this
Then your children will be next
Will be next, will be next, will be next
Gravity keeps my head down
Or is it maybe shame
At being so young and being so vain
Holes in your head today
But I'm a pacifist
I've walked La Ramblas
But not with real intent
And if you tolerate this
Then your children will be next
And if you tolerate this
Then your children will be next
Will be next, will be next, will be next
'And on the street tonight an old man plays
With newspaper cuttings of his glory days'
And if you tolerate this
Then your children will be next
And if you tolerate this
Then your children will be next
Will be next, will be next, will be next
Audioslave / "Cochise"
Well I been watchin’
While you been coughin
I’ve been drinking life
While you been nausous
And so I drink to health
While you kill yourself
And I got just one thing
That I can offer
Go and save yourself
Take it out on me
Go and and save yourself
Take it out on me yea
Well I’m not a martyr
I’m not a prophet
And I won’t preach to you
But heres a caution
You better understand
That I won’t hold your hand
But if it helps you mend
Then I won’t stop it
Go and save yourself
Take it out on me
Go and save yourself
Take it out on me
Go and save yourself
Take it out on me
Go and save yourself
Take it out on me yea
Go if you want
And I’ll see you in the bottom
Where you crawl
On my skin
And put the blame on me
So you don’t feel a thing
Go and save yourself
Take it out on me
Go and save yourself
Take it out on me
Go and save yourself
Take it out on me
Go and save yourself
Take it out on me yea
While you been coughin
I’ve been drinking life
While you been nausous
And so I drink to health
While you kill yourself
And I got just one thing
That I can offer
Go and save yourself
Take it out on me
Go and and save yourself
Take it out on me yea
Well I’m not a martyr
I’m not a prophet
And I won’t preach to you
But heres a caution
You better understand
That I won’t hold your hand
But if it helps you mend
Then I won’t stop it
Go and save yourself
Take it out on me
Go and save yourself
Take it out on me
Go and save yourself
Take it out on me
Go and save yourself
Take it out on me yea
Go if you want
And I’ll see you in the bottom
Where you crawl
On my skin
And put the blame on me
So you don’t feel a thing
Go and save yourself
Take it out on me
Go and save yourself
Take it out on me
Go and save yourself
Take it out on me
Go and save yourself
Take it out on me yea
The Nice / "The Thoughts Of Emerlist Davjack"
I’m going back, going back to be young again
To find the time to develop my mind and be kind
To really see, to really hear
To really live, to really love and be kind
When I was young
You said I was right
When everything moved
I wandered out of sight
I’m going back
I’m going back
I’m going back, I’m going back
To be young
Young, young, going back
I’m going back to be young again
Oh, I’m going back, I’m going back
To be young
Young
To find the time to develop my mind and be kind
To really see, to really hear
To really live, to really love and be kind
When I was young
You said I was right
When everything moved
I wandered out of sight
I’m going back
I’m going back
I’m going back, I’m going back
To be young
Young, young, going back
I’m going back to be young again
Oh, I’m going back, I’m going back
To be young
Young
Atomic Rooster / "Devil's Answer"
People are looking but they don't know what to do
It's the time of the season for the people like you
Come back tomorrow, show the scars on your face
It's a clue to the answer we all chase
Three, five and seven lift the heaviest load
reach the top of the heaven that's fallen below
Devil may care but you wish for the best
Can't you see there's an answer that lies there
Come all you sinners and keep with the time
can we see all the faces that have fallen behind
Don't make the reason it's a secret for you
There's a clue to the answer we all know
There's no clue to the answer we all know
People are looking but they don't know what to do
It's the time of the season for the people like you
Come back tomorrow, show the scars on your face
It's a clue to the answer we all chase
It's a clue to the answer we all chase
It's the time of the season for the people like you
Come back tomorrow, show the scars on your face
It's a clue to the answer we all chase
Three, five and seven lift the heaviest load
reach the top of the heaven that's fallen below
Devil may care but you wish for the best
Can't you see there's an answer that lies there
Come all you sinners and keep with the time
can we see all the faces that have fallen behind
Don't make the reason it's a secret for you
There's a clue to the answer we all know
There's no clue to the answer we all know
People are looking but they don't know what to do
It's the time of the season for the people like you
Come back tomorrow, show the scars on your face
It's a clue to the answer we all chase
It's a clue to the answer we all chase
Primal Scream / "Some Velvet Morning"
Bobby:
Some velvet morning
When I'm straight
I'm gonna open up your gate
Some velvet morning
When I'm straight
I'm gonna open up your gate
Kate:
Flowers growing on a hill
Dragonflies and daffodils
Learn from us very much
Look at us but do not touch
Phaedra is my name
Bobby:
Some velvet morning
When I'm straight
I'm gonna open up your gate
Some velvet morning
When I'm straight
I'm gonna open up your gate
Kate:
Flowers are the things we grow
Secrets are the things we know
Learn from us very much
Look at us but do not touch
Phaedra is my name
Bobby:
Some velvet morning
When I'm straight
I'm gonna open up your gate
Some velvet morning
When I'm straight
I'm gonna open up your gate
Bobby:
Some velvet morning when I'm straight
Kate:
Flowers are the things we grow
Secrets are the things we know
Bobby:
I'm gonna open up your gate
Kate:
Learn from us very much
Look at us but do not touch
Look at us but do not touch
Look at us but do not touch
Some velvet morning
When I'm straight
I'm gonna open up your gate
Some velvet morning
When I'm straight
I'm gonna open up your gate
Kate:
Flowers growing on a hill
Dragonflies and daffodils
Learn from us very much
Look at us but do not touch
Phaedra is my name
Bobby:
Some velvet morning
When I'm straight
I'm gonna open up your gate
Some velvet morning
When I'm straight
I'm gonna open up your gate
Kate:
Flowers are the things we grow
Secrets are the things we know
Learn from us very much
Look at us but do not touch
Phaedra is my name
Bobby:
Some velvet morning
When I'm straight
I'm gonna open up your gate
Some velvet morning
When I'm straight
I'm gonna open up your gate
Bobby:
Some velvet morning when I'm straight
Kate:
Flowers are the things we grow
Secrets are the things we know
Bobby:
I'm gonna open up your gate
Kate:
Learn from us very much
Look at us but do not touch
Look at us but do not touch
Look at us but do not touch
Il Genio / "Pop Porno"
Tu sei cattivo con me
perché ti svegli alle tre
per guardare quei film
un po’ porno
Tu sei cattivo con me
perché mi guardi come se
io fossi un’attrice
porno
Porno Pop Porno Pop Porno
Pop Porno Porno Porno
Tu sei cattivo con me
perché ti piace sognare
quei tipi di donna
un po’ porno
Tu sei cattivo con me
perché mi lasci da sola
e ti guardi quei film
un po’ porno
Porno Pop Porno Pop Porno
Pop Porno Porno Porno
Ma quando viene sera
tu mi parli d’amore
e guardandomi negli occhi
mi fai sentire davvero
una donna un po’ porno
perché ti svegli alle tre
per guardare quei film
un po’ porno
Tu sei cattivo con me
perché mi guardi come se
io fossi un’attrice
porno
Porno Pop Porno Pop Porno
Pop Porno Porno Porno
Tu sei cattivo con me
perché ti piace sognare
quei tipi di donna
un po’ porno
Tu sei cattivo con me
perché mi lasci da sola
e ti guardi quei film
un po’ porno
Porno Pop Porno Pop Porno
Pop Porno Porno Porno
Ma quando viene sera
tu mi parli d’amore
e guardandomi negli occhi
mi fai sentire davvero
una donna un po’ porno
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