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Bright Eyes - Easy / Lucky / Free



"Did it all get real, i guess it's real enough
they got refridgerators full of blood
another century spent pointing guns
at anything that moves
sometimes i worry that i've lost the plot
my twitching muscles tease my flipping thoughts
i never really dreamed of heaven much
until we put him in the ground
but it's all i'm doing now
listening for patterns in the sound
of an endless static sea
but once the satellite's deceased
it blows like arbors through the streets
of the night sky to infinity
but don't you weep (don't you weep for them)
there is nothing as lucky
don't you weep
there is nothing as lucky, as easy, and free

don't be a criminal in this police state
you better shop and eat and procreate
you got vacation days then you might escape
to a condo on the coast
i set my watch to the atomic clock
i watch the crowd count down til the bomb gets dropped
i always figured that there'd be time enough
i never let it get me down
but i can't help it now
looking for faces in the clouds
i got some friends i barely see
but we're all planning to meet
we'll lay in bags as dead as leaves
all together for eternity
but don't you weep
there is no one as lucky
honey, don't you weep
there is nothing as lucky, as easy, or free."

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=a7xtiRrthlo

la capressa wrote: oooh, grazie! (mi ero dimenticata che esistesse questa canzone)

Tra le mie preferite dei PJ (anche se sono veramente tantissime). Pelle d'oca alta così

Foo Fighters - Everlong

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Questa maledettissima canzone non mi piace nemmeno, ma sta diventando una droga! Maledetto Kanye West!!!

Kanye West - Love Lockdown

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Peter Gabriel "Solsbury Hill"

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davidvanterpool wrote: Questa maledettissima canzone non mi piace nemmeno, ma sta diventando una droga! Maledetto Kanye West!!!

Kanye West - Love Lockdown

Io non sapevo cos'era e ho provato a sentirla, ma fa proprio cahare eh :D

Jacoby wrote: Peter Gabriel "Solsbury Hill"

Eh! Sempre un grande!!

A Perfect Circle : 3 Libras

from the album "Mer De Noms" (2000)



3 Libras

Threw you the obvious
And you flew with it on your back
A name in your recollection
Down among a million, say:
Difficult enough to feel a little bit
Disappointed, passed over.
When I've looked right through,
To see you naked and oblivious
and you don't see me

Well I threw you the obvious,
Just to see if there's more behind the
Eyes of a fallen angel,
Eyes of a tragedy.

Here I am expecting just a little bit
Too much from the wounded
But I see,
See through it all,
See through,
And see you.

So I threw you the obvious
Do you see what occurs behind the
Eyes of a fallen angel
Eyes of a tragedy

Well, oh well..

Apparently nothing.
Apparently nothing at all.

You don't
You don't
You don't see me
You don't
You don't
You don't see me
You don't
You don't
You don't see me
You don't
You don't
You don't see me at all



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MattBellamy wrote: Io non sapevo cos'era e ho provato a sentirla, ma fa proprio cahare eh :D

è la stessa cosa che ho detto a Sweepea quando me l'ha fatta sentire!!!

The Snake 12 wrote: A Perfect Circle : 3 Libras

from the album "Mer De Noms" (2000)

Stai facendo la discografia della castorina? :D

PS. Gli APC almeno per alcune cose in realtà meritano

MattBellamy wrote: Stai facendo la discografia della castorina? :D

PS. Gli APC almeno per alcune cose in realtà meritano

volevo postare qualcosa del caro vecchio Ronnie Wood, poi ho cambiato idea e mi sono bustato sulla castora coscialunga 

Causa permanenza transalpina, oltre al cinama sto riscoprendo anche qualcosa di musicale

George Brassens - Brave Margot

Margonton la jeune bergère
Trouvant dans l'herbe un petit chat
Qui venait de perdre sa mère
L'adopta
Elle entrouvre sa collerette
Et le couche contre son sein
C'était tout c'quelle avait pauvrette
Comm' coussin
Le chat la prenant pour sa mère
Se mit à téter tout de go
Emue, Margot le laissa faire
Brav' Margot
Un croquant passant à la ronde
Trouvant le tableau peu commun
S'en alla le dire à tout l'monde
Et le lendemain

Quand Margot dégrafait son corsage
Pour donner la gougoutte à son chat
Tous les gars, tous les gars du village
Etaient là, la la la la la la
Etaient là, la la la la la
Et Margot qu'était simple et très sage
Présumait qu'c'était pour voir son chat
Qu'tous les gars, tous les gars du village
Etaient là, la la la la la la
Etaient là, la la la la la

L'maître d'école et ses potaches
Le mair', le bedeau, le bougnat
Négligeaient carrément leur tâche
Pour voir ça
Le facteur d'ordinair' si preste
Pour voir ça, n'distribuait plus
Les lettres que personne au reste
N'aurait lues
Pour voir ça, Dieu le leur pardonne
Les enfants de cœur au milieu
Du Saint Sacrifice abandonnent
Le saint lieu
Les gendarmes, mêm' mes gendarmes
Qui sont par natur' si ballots
Se laissaient toucher par les charmes
Du joli tableau

Quand Margot dégrafait son corsage
Pour donner la gougoutte à son chat
Tous les gars, tous les gars du village
Etaient là, la la la la la la
Etaient là, la la la la la
Et Margot qu'était simple et très sage
Présumait qu'c'était pour voir son chat
Qu'tous les gars, tous les gars du village
Etaient là, la la la la la la
Etaient là, la la la la la

Mais les autr's femmes de la commune
Privées d'leurs époux, d'leurs galants
Accumulèrent la rancune
Patiemment
Puis un jour ivres de colère
Elles s'armèrent de bâtons
Et farouches elles immolèrent
Le chaton
La bergère après bien des larmes
Pour s'consoler prit un mari
Et ne dévoila plus ses charmes
Que pour lui
Le temps passa sur les mémoires
On oublia l'évènement
Seul des vieux racontent encore
A leurs p'tits enfants

Quand Margot dégrafait son corsage
Pour donner la gougoutte à son chat
Tous les gars, tous les gars du village
Etaient là, la la la la la la
Etaient là, la la la la la
Et Margot qu'était simple et très sage
Présumait qu'c'était pour voir son chat
Qu'tous les gars, tous les gars du village
Etaient là, la la la la la la
Etaient là, la la la la la

Domando ai conoscitori del Fabrizio Nazionale, non c'è una stofa che ve ne ricorda una del nostro?

Probabilmente la più bella canzone hip-hop di tutti i tempi (anche secondo un recente sondaggio di VH1 effettuato qui in USA). E' il sogno di un bambino di Brooklyn che diventa realtà, che passa dai tristi natali senza regali ai concerti sold out, dal dover vendere droga per dar da mangiare alle figlie a comprar loro orecchini da 5 carati...un inno al credere nei propri sogni, perchè un giorno o l'altro si potrebbero anche avverare.

Era il 1994, e questo ragazzo ci raccontava che era tutto un sogno...

Notorious B.I.G. - Juicy
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(Fuck all you hoes) Get a grip motherfucker.

Yeah, this album is dedicated to all the teachers that told me
I'd never amount to nothin', to all the people that lived above the
buildings that I was hustlin' in front of that called the police on
me when I was just tryin' to make some money to feed my daughters,
and all the niggaz in the struggle, you know what I'm sayin'?

Uh-ha, it's all good baby bay-bee, uh

[Verse One:]

It was all a dream
I used to read Word Up magazine
Salt'n'Pepa and Heavy D up in the limousine
Hangin' pictures on my wall
Every Saturday Rap Attack, Mr. Magic, Marley Marl
I let my tape rock 'til my tape popped
Smokin' weed and bamboo, sippin' on private stock
Way back, when I had the red and black lumberjack
With the hat to match
Remember Rappin' Duke, duh-ha, duh-ha
You never thought that hip hop would take it this far
Now I'm in the limelight 'cause I rhyme tight
Time to get paid, blow up like the World Trade
Born sinner, the opposite of a winner
Remember when I used to eat sardines for dinner
Peace to Ron G, Brucey B, Kid Capri
Funkmaster Flex, Lovebug Starsky
I'm blowin' up like you thought I would
Call the crib, same number same hood
It's all good

Uh, and if you don't know, now you know, nigga, uh

[Chorus:]

You know very well who you are
Don't let em hold you down, reach for the stars
You had a goal, but not that many
'cause you're the only one I'll give you good and plenty

[Verse Two:]

I made the change from a common thief
To up close and personal with Robin Leach
And I'm far from cheap, I smoke skunk with my peeps all day
Spread love, it's the Brooklyn way
The Moet and Alize keep me pissy
Girls used to diss me
Now they write letters 'cause they miss me
I never thought it could happen, this rappin' stuff
I was too used to packin' gats and stuff
Now honies play me close like butter played toast
From the Mississippi down to the east coast
Condos in Queens, indo for weeks
Sold out seats to hear Biggie Smalls speak
Livin' life without fear
Puttin' 5 karats in my baby girl's ears
Lunches, brunches, interviews by the pool
Considered a fool 'cause I dropped out of high school
Stereotypes of a black male misunderstood
And it's still all good

Uh...and if you don't know, now you know, nigga

[Verse Three:]

Super Nintendo, Sega Genesis
When I was dead broke, man I couldn't picture this
50 inch screen, money green leather sofa
Got two rides, a limousine with a chauffeur
Phone bill about two G's flat
No need to worry, my accountant handles that
And my whole crew is loungin'
Celebratin' every day, no more public housin'
Thinkin' back on my one-room shack
Now my mom pimps a Ac' with minks on her back
And she loves to show me off, of course
Smiles every time my face is up in The Source
We used to fuss when the landlord dissed us
No heat, wonder why Christmas missed us
Birthdays was the worst days
Now we sip champagne when we thirst-ay
Uh, damn right I like the life I live
'Cause I went from negative to positive
And it's all...

(It's all good)

...and if you don't know, now you know, nigga, uh
Uh, uh...and if you don't know, now you know, nigga
Uh...and if you don't know, now you know, nigga, uh

Representin' B-Town in the house, Junior Mafia, mad flavor, uh
Uh, yeah, a-ight

Spree wrote: Mais les autr's femmes de la commune
Privées d'leurs époux, d'leurs galants
Accumulèrent la rancune
Patiemment
Puis un jour ivres de colère
Elles s'armèrent de bâtons
Et farouches elles immolèrent
Le chaton
La bergère après bien des larmes
Pour s'consoler prit un mari
Et ne dévoila plus ses charmes
Que pour lui
Le temps passa sur les mémoires
On oublia l'évènement
Seul des vieux racontent encore
A leurs p'tits enfants

intendi questa?

E fu così che da un giorno all'altro
bocca di rosa si tirò addosso
l'ira funesta delle cagnette
a cui aveva sottratto l'osso.

MavsMANIAC wrote: intendi questa?

E fu così che da un giorno all'altro
bocca di rosa si tirò addosso
l'ira funesta delle cagnette
a cui aveva sottratto l'osso.

Oui. La scoperta di Brassens (pur tardiva) è statza una rivelazione.

Spree wrote: Oui. La scoperta di Brassens (pur tardiva) è statza una rivelazione.

oh beh non penso fosse mistero che De Andrè fosse grande estimatore di Brassens, come lo era di Dylan e di Leonard Cohen, stanno li a testimoniarlo "Il Gorilla", "Morire per delle idee" e diverse altre.. anzi io Brassens lo scoperto proprio grazie al faber!