Disarm you with a smile
And cut you like you want me to
Cut that little child
Inside of me and such a part of you
Ooh, the years burn
I used to be a little boy
So old in my shoes
And what I choose is my choice
What's a boy supposed to do?
The killer in me is the killer in you
My love
I send this smile over to you
Disarm you with a smile
And leave you like they left me here
To wither in denial
The bitterness of one who's left alone
Ooh, the years burn
Ooh, the years burn, burn, burn
I used to be a little boy
So old in my shoes
And what I choose is my voice
What's a boy supposed to do?
The killer in me is the killer in you
My love
I send this smile over to you
The killer in me is the killer in you
Send this smile over to you
The killer in me is the killer in you
Send this smile over to you
The killer in me is the killer in you
Send this smile over to you
Pearl Jam - Black (se vi venisse voglia di ascoltarla, fate scorta di fazzoletti)
Hey...oooh...
Sheets of empty canvas, untouched sheets of clay
Her lace spread out before me, as her body once did
All five horizons revolved around her soul
As the earth to the sun
Now the air I tasted and breathed has taken a turn
Ooh, and all I taught her was everything
Ooh, I know she gave me all that she wore
And now my bitter hands chafe beneath the clouds
Of what was everything?
Oh, the pictures have all been washed in black, tattooed everything...
I take a walk outside
I'm surrounded by some kids at play
I can feel their laughter, so why do I sear
Oh, and twisted thoughts that spin round my head
I'm spinning, oh, I'm spinning
How quick the sun can, drop away
And now my bitter hands cradle broken glass
Of what was everything?
All the pictures have all been washed in black, tattooed everything...
All the love gone bad turned my world to black
Tattooed all I see, all that I am, all I'll ever be...yeah...
Uh huh...uh huh...ooh...
I know someday you'll have a beautiful life, I know you'll be a star
In somebody else's sky, but why
Why, why can't it be, why can't it be mine
She’s got a smile that seems to me
Reminds me of childhood memories
Where evrything
Was a fresh as the bright blue sky
Now and then when I see her face
She takes me away to that special place
And if I started too long
I’d probably break down and cry
Sweet child o’ mine
Sweet love of mine
She’s got eyes of the bluest skies
As if they throught of rain
I hate to look into those eyes
And see an ounce of pain
Her hair reminds me of a warm safe place
Where as a child I’d hide
And pray for the thunder
And the rain
To quietly pass me by
Sweet child o’ mine
Sweet love of mine
Where do we go
Where do we go now
Where do we go
Sweet child o’ mine
Woke up to the sound of pouring rain
The wind would whisper and I'd think of you
And all the tears you cried, that called my name
And when you needed me I came through
I paint a picture of the days gone by
When love went blind and you would make me see
I'd stare a lifetime into your eyes
So that I knew you were there for me
Time after time you were there for me
Remember yesterday - walking hand in hand
Love letters in the sand - I remember you
Through the sleepless nights and every endless day
I'd wanna hear you say - I remember you
We spend the summer with the top rolled down
Wished ever after would be like this
You said I love you babe, without a sound
I said I'd give my life for just one kiss
I'd live for your smile and die for your kiss
Remember yesterday - walking hand in hand
Love letters in the sand - I remember you
Through the sleepless nights and every endless day
I'd wanna hear you say - I remember you
We've had our share of hard times
But that's the price we paid
And through it all we kept the promise that we made
I swear you'll never be lonely
Woke up to the sound of pouring rain
Washed away a dream of you
But nothing else could ever take you away
'Cause you'll always be my dream come true
Oh my darling, I love you
Remember yesterday - walking hand in hand
Love letters in the sand - I remember you
Through the sleepless nights and every endless day
I'd wanna hear you say - I remember you
Remember yesterday - walking hand in hand
Love letters in the sand - I remember you
Through the sleepless nights and every endless day
I'd wanna hear you say - I remember you
Dedicata ad una vita spezzata, ad un amico che non c'è più.
Hey, what did you hear me say
you know the difference it makes
what did you hear me say
Yes, I said it's fine before
I don't think so no more
I said it's fine before
I've changed my mind
I take it back
Erase and rewind
'cause I've been changing my mind
Erase and rewind
'cause I've been changing my mind
I've changed my mind
So where did you see me go
it's not the right way, you know
where did you see me go
No, it's not that I don't know
I just don't want it to grow
It's not that I don't know
I've changed my mind
I take it back
Erase and rewind
'cause I've been changing my mind
Erase and rewind
'cause I've been changing my mind
Erase and rewind
'cause I've been changing my mind
Erase and rewind
'cause I've been changing my mind
Erase and rewind
Erase and rewind
I've changed my mind
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Scusate se vado un po ot ma volevo innanzitutto fare i miei complimenti e poi riprendere un attimo PG x il suo post. Gli faccio i miei complimenti xchè ha postato una poesia in un forum di poesie rispettando per la prima volta l'argomento della sezione.Lo riprendo xchè poteva pure postarla come topic o poteva partecipare ai contest...Cmq non era questo il topic adatto.
Ma alla fine , anche questo ci può stare. Di certo non è il massimo ma è già un inizio!
Chiudo la parentesi e lascio riprendere il topic con i testi delle vostre canzoni preferite!
Saluti
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Con la differenza ke questo è un topic di canzoni-poesie, e il suo intervento-spam (nn dire ke era poetiko, soprattutto quel "konami regna", o mi metto a vomitare) nn centra un'amata ceppa. Smettete di giustifikarlo, una volta per tutte. La poesia va fatta a skopo poetiko, nn pubblicitario!!!
Close your eyes and take a look at your life
Do you like what you see?
My eyes are open but I feel like I'm blind
It's all returning to me
I want to know
Does a frozen river flow
Things I've said
Fill my head
Lying in a cold and empty bed
I am only dreamin'
Between the darkness and the light
I am only dreamin'
Dreamin'
Can't tell the daylight from the night
I'm only dreamin'
Dreamin'
I feel the sunlight shining down on my face
Not a cloud in my mind
I get my wake up
But it never comes in time
My prayers are spoken
And I want to recieve
Cause there a fine line between the truth
And how we want to be
I'm sailing like a ship on the sea
I don't care if I'm lost in the haze
I hear the angels singing softly to me
Time's the enemy
That you never see
Won't you come and sleep away
I am only dreamin'
I'm only dreamin'
I'm only dreamin'
Dreamin'
Psychic spies from China
Try to steal your mind elation
Little girls from Sweeden
Dream of silver screen quotations
And if you want these kind of dreams
Its Californication
It's the edge of the world
And all of western civilization
The sun may rise in the east
At least it settles in a final location
It's understood that Hollywood
Sells Californication
Pay your surgeon very well
To break the signs of aging
Celebrity skin is this your chin
Or is it war your waging
First born unicorn
Hard core soft porn
Dream of Californication
Dream of Californication
Marry me girl be the fairly to my world
Be my very won constellation
A teenage bride with a baby inside
Getting high on information
And but me a star on the boulevars
It's Californication
Space may be the final frontier
But it's made in a Hollywood basement
Cobain can you hear the spheres
Singing songs off station to station
And Alderon's not far away
It's Californication
Born and raised by those who praise
Control of population
Everybody's been there and
I don't mean on vacation
First born unicorn
Hard core soft porn
Dream of Californication
Dream of Californication
Dream of Californication
Dream of Californication
Destruction leads to a very rough road
But it also breeds creation
And earthquakes are to a girls guitar
They are just another good vibration
And tidal waves couldn't save the world
From Californication
Pay your surgeon very well
To break the signs of aging
Sicker then the rest there is no test
But this is what you're craving
First born unicorn
Hard core soft porn
Dream of Californication
Dream of Californication
Dream of Californication
Dream of Californication
Even on a day like this when you're crawling on the floor
Reaching for the 'phone to ring anyone who knows you anymore
It's all right to make mistakes, you're only human
Inside everybody's hiding something
Staring at the same four walls, have you tried to help yourself
The rings around your eyes they don't hide, that you need to get some rest
It's all right to make mistakes you're only human
Inside everybody's hiding something
Take time to catch your breath and choose your moment
Don't slide
Even at a time like this when the morning seems so far
Think that pain belongs to you but it's happened to us all
It's all right to make mistakes you're only human
Inside everybody's hiding something
Take time to catch your breath and choose your moment
Don't slide
You bought this on yourself and it's high time you left it there
Lie here and rest your head and dream of something else instead
Don't slide.
Oh where, oh where, can my baby be?
The Lord took her away from me.
She's gone to heaven so I've got to be good,
So I can see my baby when I leave this world.
We were out on a date in my daddy's car,
We hadn't driven very far.
There in the road straight ahead,
A car was stalled, the engine was dead.
I couldn't stop, so I swerved to the right,
I'll never forget the sound that night.
The screaming tires, the busting glass,
The painful scream that I heard last.
Chorus
When I woke up, the rain was falling down,
There were people standing all around.
Something warm flowing through my eyes,
But somehow I found my baby that night.
I lifted her head, she looked at me and said;
"Hold me darling just a little while."
I held her close I kissed her - our last kiss,
I found the love that I knew I had missed.
Well now she's gone even though I hold her tight,
I lost my love, my life that night.
Secondo me questa è una delle canzoni più belle che siano mai state scritte.
Iron Maiden - Flight of Icarus
As the sun breaks above the ground
An old man stands on the hill
As the ground warms, to the first rays of light
A birdsong shatters the still
His eyes are ablaze
See the madman in his gaze
Fly, on your way, like an eagle,
fly as high as the sun.
On your way, like an eagle,
fly and touch the sun.
Now the crowd breaks and a young boy appears
Looks the old man in the eye
As he spreads his wings and shouts at the crowd
"In the name of God my father I fly"
His eyes seem mo glazed
As he flies on the wings of a dream
Now he knows his father betrayed
Now his wings turn to ashes, to ashes his grave
Fly, on your way, like an eagle,
fly as high as the sun.
On your way, like an eagle,
fly as high as the sun.
You gotta be crazy, you gotta have a real need.
You gotta sleep on your toes,
and when you're on the street,
You gotta be able to pick out the easy meat
with your eyes closed.
And then moving in silently,
down wind and out of sight,
You gotta strike
when the moment is right without thinking.
And after a while, you can work on points for style.
Like the club tie, and the firm handshake,
A certain look in the eye and an easy smile.
You have to be trusted by the people that you lie to,
So that when they turn their backs on you,
You'll get the chance to put the knife in.
You gotta keep one eye looking over your shoulder.
You know it's going to get harder, and harder,
and harder as you get older.
And in the end you'll pack up and fly down south,
Hide your head in the sand,
Just another sad old man,
All alone and dying of cancer.
And when you loose control,
you'll reap the harvest you have sown.
And as the fear grows,
the bad blood slows and turns to stone.
And it's too late to lose the weight you used
to need to throw around.
So have a good drown, as you go down, all alone,
Dragged down by the stone.
I gotta admit that I'm a little bit confused.
Sometimes it seems to me as if I'm just being used.
Gotta stay awake,
gotta try and shake off this creeping malaise.
If I don't stand my own ground,
how can I find my way out of this maze?
Deaf, dumb, and blind, you just keep on pretending
That everyone's expendable
and no-one has a real friend.
And it seems to you the thing to do
would be to isolate the winner
And everything's done under the sun,
And you believe at heart, everyone's a killer.
Who was born in a house full of pain.
Who was trained not to spit in the fan.
Who was told what to do by the man.
Who was broken by trained personnel.
Who was fitted with collar and chain.
Who was given a seat in the stand.
Who was breaking away from the pack.
Who was only a stranger at home.
Who was ground down in the end.
Who was found dead on the phone.
Who was dragged down by the stone.
The Trial (Waters, Bob Ezrin)
Good morning, Worm your honor.
The crown will plainly show
The prisoner who now stands before you
Was caught red-handed showing feelings
Showing feelings of an almost human nature;
This will not do.
Call the schoolmaster!
I always said he'd come to no good
In the end your honor.
If they'd let me have my way I could
Have flayed him into shape.
But my hands were tied,
The bleeding hearts and artists
Let him get away with murder.
Let me hammer him today?
Crazy,
Toys in the attic I am crazy,
Truly gone fishing.
They must have taken my marbles away.
Crazy, toys in the attic he is crazy.
You little shit you're in it now,
I hope they throw away the key.
You should have talked to me more often
Than you did, but no! You had to go
Your own way, have you broken any
Homes up lately?
Just five minutes, Worm your honor,
Him and Me, alone.
Baaaaaaaaaabe!
Come to mother baby, let me hold you
In my arms.
M'lud I never wanted him to
Get in any trouble.
Why'd he ever have to leave me?
Worm, your honor, let me take him home.
Crazy,
Over the rainbow, I am crazy,
Bars in the window.
There must have been a door there in the wall
When I came in.
Crazy, over the rainbow, he is crazy.
The evidence before the court is
Incontrivertable, there's no need for
The jury to retire.
In all my years of judging
I have never heard before
Of someone more deserving
Of the full penaltie of law.
The way you made them suffer,
Your exquisite wife and mother,
Fills me with the urge to defecate!
Since, my friend, you have revealed your
Deepest fear,
I sentence you to be exposed before
Your peers.
Tear down the wall!
Devi essere pazzo, averne bisogno sul serio,
devi dormire in piedi e quando stai per la strada
devi scegliere la preda facile a occhi chiusi...
E poi, muovendo silenzioso, sottovento, e fuori vista,
devi colpire quando è il momento buono,
senza pensarci sopra...
E dopo un po, potrai lavorare sui dettagli,
per lo stile.
Come la cravatta del club,o la forte stretta di mano.
Un certo sguardo negli occhi
e un sorriso sempre pronto.
Devi mantenere la fiducia di quelli
a cui tu stai mentendo,
così, quando ti gireranno le spalle,
avrai la possibilità di immergere il coltello.
Devi tenere un occhio che ti guardi le spalle,
lo sai, diventa sempre e sempre più difficile
man mano che invecchi...
E alla fine farai i bagagli e volerai verso sud,
nasconderai la testa nella sabbia
-soltanto un altro vecchio triste, tutto solo,-
-che muore di cancro-
e quando perdi il controllo,
mieterai quello che hai seminato.
E mentre cresce la paura,
il sangue cattivo rallenta e pietrifica.
ed è troppo terdi per perdere il peso
che tu eri abituato ad usare per lanciarti intorno...
Così, fatti una buona annegata, mentre scendi giù,
da solo, trascinato giù dalla pietra.
Devo ammettere di essere un pochino confuso.
Qualche volta mi sembra di essere proprio usato.
Devo stare sveglio, devo darmi da fare
e scuotermi di dosso questo malessere che s'insinua...
Se non mi difendo, come posso trovare
la mia strada fuori da questo labirinto?
Sordo, muto e cieco. Tu continui a pretendere
che tutti siano inutili e nessuno ha un vero amico.
E ti pare che la cosa da fare sia isolare il vincitore.
E si può fare tutto alla luce del sole,
e tu credi che per natura ogniuno sia un assassino.
Chi e nato in una casa piena di dolore...
Chi e stato educato a non sputare nel ventilatore.
Chi e stato istruito dall'uomo sulle cose da fare.
Chi e stato distrutto da "personale addestrato".
Chi e stato sistemato con collare e catena.
Chi ha avuto un posto in tribuna.
Chi stava uscendo dalla massa.
Chi era solo uno straniero in casa propria.
Chi fu schiacciato alla fine.
Chi fu trovato morto al telefono.
Chi fu trascinato giù dalla pietra.
The Trial
Buon giorno vostro onore il verme.
Il procuratore della corona dimostrerà tranquillamente
che il prigioniero al vostro cospetto
fu catturato, colto in flagrante,
mentre mostrava sentimenti,
sentimenti di natura quasi umana.
Vergogna!
Ma ciò non basta.
Che sia chiamato l'insegnante.
Ho sempre detto che sarebbe diventato
un poco di buono presto o tardi vostro onore.
Se mi avessero lasciato fare a modo mio
avrei potuto rimetterlo a posto.
Ma avevo le mani legate.
Quelli dal cuore tenero e gli artisti,
l'hanno lasciato continuare con i suoi crimini.
Lasciate che gli dia un sacco di botte oggi.
Pazzo. Giocattoli in soffitta, sono pazzo,
devono avermi buttato le biglie.
Che sia chiamata la moglie dell'imputato.
Ah, brutto stronzo, ci sei ora.
Spero che ti buttino via la chiave della cella.
Se tu mi avessi parlato piu spesso di quanto facevi,
ma no, tu dovevi fare a modo tuo.
Hai ancora distrutto qualche famiglia ultimamente?
"Ci lasci solo cinque minuti, vostro onore il verme,"
"da soli, io e lui."
Bambino mio. Vieni dalla mamma,
lascia che ti stringa fra le mie braccia.
Vostro onore.
Non ho mai voluto che avesse dei problemi.
Perchè mai se ne è andato?
Pazzo, sopra l'arcobaleno io sono pazzo.
Sbarre alla finestra. Ci doveva essere una porta
la nel muro quando entrai.
Pazzo, sopra l'arcobaleno è pazzo.
Per questa corte le prove sono schiaccianti,
non c'è bisogno che la giuria si ritiri.
In tutta la mia carriera di giudice,
non ho mai visto nessuno più meritevole
dell'intero rigore della legge.
Il modo in cui hai fatto soffrire
la tua dolcissima moglie e tua madre,
suscita in me il bisogno di defecare.
Ma, amico mio, tu hai rivelato
la tua paura più profonda.
Io sentenzio che tu sia esposto ai tuoi simili.
Che il muro sia abbattuto.
Giving a swish with your arse in the air, don't you know what they're saying?
Charlotte you're so refined when you take all the love that they're giving.
Sticking with every man that you find, don't you know what they're after?
Charlotte you've got your legs in the air, don't you hear all the laughter?
Charlotte the Harlot show me your legs,
Charlotte the Harlot take me to bed.
Charlotte the Harlot let me see blood,
Charlotte the Harlot let me see love.
Taking so many men to your room, don't you feel no remorse?
You charge them a "fiver", It's only for starters.
And ten for the main course.
And you've got no feelings, they died long ago.
Don't you care who you let in?
And don't you know you're breaking the law with the service you're giving.
There was a time when you left me standing there,
Picking up pieces of love off the floor.
Well Charlotte you left me alone in there,
To make your ends as a bloody whore.
Well Charlotte you told me you love me true,
Picking up pieces of love yesterday.
Well Charlotte you're draws are off color too
'Cause you're making love all day.
Giving a swish with your arse in the air, don't you know what they're saying?
Charlotte you're so refined when you take all the love that they're giving.
Sticking with every man that you find, don't you know what they're after?
Charlotte you've got your legs in the air, don't you hear all the laughter?
Iron Maiden - 22 Acacia Avenue (the continuing saga of Charlotte the Harlot)
If you're feeling down depressed and lonely
I know a place where we can go
22 Acacia Avenue meet a lady that I know
So if you're looking for a good time
And you're prepared to pay the price
Fifteen quid is all she asks for
Everybody's got their vice
If you're waiting for a long time for the rest to do their piece
You can tell her that you know me and you might even get it free
So any time you're down the East End don't you hesitate to go
You can take my honest word for it she'll teach you more than you can know
Charlotte can't you get out from all of this madness
Can't you see it only brings you sadness
When you entertain your men don't you know the risk of getting disease
Some day when you're reaching the age of forty
I bet you'll regret the days when you were laying
Nobody then will want to know
You won't have any beautiful wares to show any more
22 the avenue that's the place where we all go
You will find it's warm inside the red light's burning bright tonight
Charlotte isn't it time you stopped this mad life
Don't you ever think about the bad times
Why do you have to live this way
Do you enjoy your lay or is it the pay
Sometimes when you're strolling down the avenue
The way you walk it makes men think of having you
When you're walking down the street
Everybody stops and turns to stare at you
Beat her mistreat her do anything that you please
Bite her excite her make her get down on her knees
Abuse her misuse her she can take all that you've got
Caress her molest her she always doest what you want
You're running away don't you know what you're doing
Can't you see it'll lead you to ruin
Charlotte you've taken your life and you've thrown it away
You believe that because what you're earning
Your life 's good don't you know that you're hurting
All the people that love you don't cast them aside
All the men that are constantly drooling
It's no life for you stop all that screwing
You're packing your bags and you're coming with me
My knife, it's sharp and chrome
Come see inside my bones
All the feelings are of the blood
I'm the new king, I'll take the queen
'Cause in here we're all anemic
In here, anemic is so slow
Go get your knife, go get your knife
And come in
Go get your knife, go get your knife
And lay down
Go get your knife, go get your knife
Now kiss me
Well I can float here forever
In this room we can't touch the floor
In here we're all anemic
In here, anemic is so slow
Go get your knife, go get your knife
And come in
Go get your knife, go get your knife
And lay down
Go get your knife, go get your knife
Now kiss me
I could float here forever
You are ever sweet
I could float here forever
Anemic and sweet slow
Go get your knife, go get your knife
And come in
Go get your knife, go get your knife
And lay down
Go get your knife, go get your knife
Can't feel a thing
Go get your knife, go get your knife
And kiss me...
Povera patria! Schiacciata dagli abusi del potere
di gente infame, che non sa cos'è il pudore,
si credono potenti e gli va bene quello che fanno;
e tutto gli appartiene.
Tra i governanti, quanti perfetti e inutili buffoni!
Questo paese è devastato dal dolore...
ma non vi danno un po' di dispiacere
quei corpi in terra senza più calore?
Non cambierà, non cambierà
no cambierà, forse cambierà.
Ma come scusare le iene negli stadi e quelle dei giornali?
Nel fango affonda lo stivale dei maiali.
Me ne vergogno un poco, e mi fa male
vedere un uomo come un animale.
Non cambierà, non cambierà
si che cambierà, vedrai che cambierà.
Voglio sperare che il mondo torni a quote più normali
che possa contemplare il cielo e i fiori,
che non si parli più di dittature
se avremo ancora un po' da vivere...
La primavera intanto tarda ad arrivare.
So after all those one night stands
You've ended up with heart in hand
A child alone
On your own
Retreating
Regretful for the things you're not
And all the things you haven't got
Without a home
A heart of stone
Lies bleeding
And for all the roads you followed
And for all you did not find
And for all the dreams you had to leave behind
I am the way
I am the light
I am the dark inside the night
I hear your hopes
I feel your dreams
And in the dark I hear your screams
Don't turn away
Just take my hand
And when you make your final stand
I'll be right there
I'll never leave
And all I ask of you
Believe
Your childhood eyes were so intense
While bartering your innocence
For bits of string
The grown-up wings
You needed
But when you had to add them up
You found that there were not enough
To get you in
Pay for sins repeated
And for all the years you borrowed
And for all the tears you hide
And for all the fears you had to keep inside
I am the way
I am the light
I am the dark inside the night
I hear your hopes
I feel your dreams
And in the dark
I hear your screams
Don't walk away
Just take my hand
And when you make your final stand
I'll be right there
I'll never leave
And all I ask of you is
Believe
I never wanted to know
Never wanted to see
I wasted my time
Till time wasted me
I never wanted to go
I always wanted to stay
'Cause the persons I am
Are the parts that I play
So I plot and I plan
And I hope and I scheme
To the lure of a night
Filled with unfinished dreams
And I'm holding on tight
To a world gone astray
As they charge me for years
I can no longer pay
I am the way
I am the light
I am the dark
Inside the night
I hear your hopes
I feel your dreams
And in the dark
I hear your screams
Don't turn away
Just take my hand
And when you make your final stand
I'll be right there
I'll never leave
And all I ask of you
I don't need no blind belief
I don't need no comic relief
I don't need to see those scars
I don't need Jesus Christ Superstar
Don't need sunday television
Bet your life, I don't need religion
I don't need no time for prayer
Don't save no kneepads for me up there
If your head's alright,
You don't need binoculars to see the light
You don't need no miracle vision
Bet your life you don't need religion
I don't need no Santa Claus
And I don't believe in ferries no more
I don't need to go to confession
I'm already tryin' to fight depresseion
I don't need no exorcism
Bet your life, I don't need religion
Flesh of the gods (4:07),
which is number 9 from
the album 'Deggial' by Therion
The black earth luxurance
Is the food of the mind
In the alchemical lab of the nature
Is the true tunnel of Set
The serpent coil, out of earth
And offer fruit of knowledge
Eat it and become like God
And enter the astral skies
There is a secret network of below
Here in the tunnel the flesh of Gods grow
The Gods of the earth of mind from the stars
Eat the flesh of Gods and become one of them
Revive the old sacrament from the days of paganism
That open the third eye and eneter astral skies
Falling down stardust into planet pores
Embryo of Godhead is i this spores
Enter dreamtime, the continuum of space
The gate of time
Is what you can reach
Flesh of the Gods will fertilize the mind
The fruits of Gods id what you will eat
si, non è che un brutale copia e incolla da lyrarch, lo ammetto... tra l'altro, sapete a chi l'hanno fatta cantare questa? ad hansi kursch (si srive così?)! il cantante dei blind in un gruppo gothic... che volete di + dalla vita?
F Tears of the Dragon,
which is number 4 from
the album 'Alive in Studio A ' (Live) by Dickinson, Bruce
For too long now, there were secrets in my mind
For too long now, there were things I should have said
In the darkness...I was stumbling for the door
To find a reason - to find the time, the place, the hour
Waiting for the winter sun, and the cold light of day
The misty ghosts of childhood fears
The pressure is building, and I can't stay away
I throw myself into the sea
Release the wave, let it wash over me
To face the fear I once believed
The tears of the dragon, for you and for me
Where I was, I had wings that couldn't fly
Where I was, I had tears I couldn't cry
My emotions frozen in an icy lake
I couldn't feel them until the ice began to break
I have no power over this, you know I'm afraid
The walls I built are crumbling
The water is moving, I'm slipping away...
I throw myself into the sea
Release the wave, let it wash over me
To face the fear I once believed
The tears of the dragon, for you and for me
Slowly I awake, slowly I rise
The walls I built are crumbling
The water is moving, I'm slipping away...
I throw (I throw)
Myself (myself)
Into the sea
Release the wave, let it wash over me
To face (to face)
The fear (the fear)
I once believed
The tears of the dragon, for you and for me
I throw (I throw)
Myself (myself)
Into the sea
Release the wave, let it wash over me
To face (to face)
The fear (the fear)
I once believed
The tears of the dragon, for you and for me
noto con disappunto due cose:
1) qualche becero ha osato attribuire knockin'on heaven's door di bob dylan ai gun's n' roses. mi auguro si sia trattato di un malinteso...
2) nessuno ha postato il testo di quella che forse è la più bella canzone del vate guccini, e una delle mie canzoni preferite in assoluto...
è d'uopo porre immediato rimedio a cotanta vergogna...
Cirano
Venite pure avanti, voi con il naso corto,
signori imbellettati, io più non vi sopporto!
Infilerò la penna ben dentro al vostro orgoglio
perché con questa spada vi uccido quando voglio.
Venite pure avanti poeti sgangherati,
inutili cantanti di giorni sciagurati,
buffoni che campate di versi senza forza,
avrete soldi e gloria ma non avete scorza;
godetevi il successo, godete finché dura,
ché il pubblico è ammaestrato e non vi fa paura,
e andate chissà dove per non pagar le tasse,
col ghigno e l'ignoranza dei primi della classe.
Io sono solo un povero cadetto di Guascogna
però non la sopporto la gente che non sogna.
Gli orpelli? L'arrivismo? All'amo non abbocco
e al fin della licenza io non perdono e tocco.
Facciamola finita, venite tutti avanti,
nuovi protagonisti, politici rampanti;
venite portaborse, ruffiani e mezze calze,
feroci conduttori di trasmissioni false,
che avete spesso fatto del qualunquismo un arte;
coraggio liberisti, buttate giù le carte,
tanto ci sarà sempre chi pagherà le spese
in questo benedetto assurdo bel Paese.
Non me ne frega niente se anch'io sono sbagliato,
spiacere è il mio piacere, io amo essere odiato;
coi furbi e i prepotenti da sempre mi balocco
e al fin della licenza io non perdono e tocco.
Ma quando sono solo con questo naso al piede
che almeno di mezz'ora da sempre mi precede
si spegne la mia rabbia e ricordo con dolore
che a me è quasi proibito il sogno di un amore;
non so quante ne ho amate, non so quante ne ho avute,
per colpa o per destino le donne le ho perdute
e quando sento il peso d'essere sempre solo
mi chiudo in casa e scrivo e scrivendo mi consolo,
ma dentro di me sento che il grande amore esiste,
amo senza peccato, amo ma sono triste,
perché Rossana è bella, siamo così diversi;
a parlarle non riesco, le parlerò coi versi.
Venite gente vuota, facciamola finita:
voi preti che vendete a tutti un'altra vita;
se c'è come voi dite un Dio nell'infinito
guardatevi nel cuore, l'avete già tradito
e voi materialisti, col vostro chiodo fisso
che Dio è morto e l'uomo è solo in questo abisso,
le verità cercate per terra, da maiali,
tenetevi le ghiande, lasciatemi le ali;
tornate a casa nani, levatevi davanti,
per la mia rabbia enorme mi servono giganti.
Ai dogmi e ai pregiudizi da sempre non abbocco
e al fin della licenza io non perdono e tocco.
Io tocco i miei nemici col naso e con la spada
ma in questa vita oggi non trovo più la strada,
non voglio rassegnarmi ad essere cattivo
tu sola puoi salvarmi, tu sola e te lo scrivo;
dev'esserci, lo sento, in terra o in cielo un posto
dove non soffriremo e tutto sarà giusto.
Non ridere, ti prego, di queste mie parole,
io sono solo un'ombra e tu, Rossana, il sole;
ma tu, lo so, non ridi, dolcissima signora
ed io non mi nascondo sotto la tua dimora
perché ormai lo sento, non ho sofferto invano,
se mi ami come sono, per sempre tuo Cirano.
ultimo post: il testo che secondo me suggella definitivamente l'unione di musica e poesia.
sempre del maestro.
Lettera
In giardino il ciliegio è fiorito agli scoppi del nuovo sole,
il quartiere si è presto riempito di neve di pioppi e di parole.
All'una in punto si sente il suono acciottolante che fanno i piatti,
le TV sono un rombo di tuono per l'indifferenza scostante dei gatti;
come vedi tutto è normale in questa inutile sarabanda
ma nell'intreccio di vita uguale soffia il libeccio di una domanda,
punge il rovaio di un dubbio eterno, un formicaio di cose andate,
di chi aspetta sempre l'inverno per desiderare una nuova estate.
Son tornate a sbocciare le strade, ideali ricami del mondo,
ci girano tronfie la figlia e la madre nel viso uguali e nel culo tondo,
in testa identiche, senza storia, sfidando tutto, senza confini,
frantumano un attimo quella boria grida di rondini e ragazzini;
come vedi tutto è consueto in questo ingorgo di vita e morte,
ma mi rattristo, io sono lieto di questa pista di voglia e sorte,
di questa rete troppo smagliata, di queste mete lì da sognare,
di questa sete mai appagata, di chi starnazza e non vuol volare.
Appassiscono piano le rose, spuntano a grappi i frutti del melo,
le nuvole in alto van silenziose negli strappi cobalto del cielo;
io sdraiato sull'erba verde fantastico piano sul mio passato
ma l'età all'improvviso disperde quel che credevo e non sono stato;
come senti tutto va liscio in questo mondo senza patemi,
in questa vita presa di striscio, di svolgimento corretto ai temi,
dei miei entusiasmi durati poco, dei tanti chiasmi filosofanti,
di storie tragiche nate per gioco troppo vicine o troppo distanti.
Ma il tempo, il tempo chi me lo rende? Chi mi dà indietro quelle stagioni
di vetro e sabbia, chi mi riprende la rabbia e il gesto, donne e canzoni,
gli amici persi, i libri mangiati, la gioia piana degli appetiti,
l'arsura sana degli assetati, la fede cieca in poveri miti?
Come vedi tutto è usuale, solo che il tempo stringe la borsa
e c'è il sospetto che sia triviale l'affanno e l'ansimo dopo una corsa,
l'ansia volgare del giorno dopo, la fine triste della partita,
il lento scorrere senza uno scopo di questa cosa che chiami vita.
(si, questo invece e un copia/incolla da "la capovolta ambiguità di orione", e allora?)
Ancora il poeta-avvinazzato dell'Appennino...F.Guccini..
Incontro
E correndo mi incontrò lungo le scale: quasi nulla mi sembrò cambiato in lei.
La tristezza poi ci avvolse come miele, per il tempo scivolato su noi due.
Il sole che calava già, rosseggiava la città,
già nostra e ora straniera e incredibile e fredda;
come un istante "déja vu", ombra della gioventù, ci circondava la nebbia.
Auto ferme ci guardavano in silenzio, vecchi muri proponevan nuovi eroi.
Dieci anni da narrare l'uno all'altro, ma le frasi rimanevan dentro in noi.
"Cosa fai ora, ti ricordi, eran belli i nostri tempi,
ti ho scritto, è un anno, mi han detto che eri ancor via".
Poi la cena a casa sua, la mia nuova cortesia, stoviglie color nostalgia.
E le frasi quasi fossimo due vecchi, rincorrevan solo il tempo dietro a noi.
per la prima volta vidi quegli specchi, capii i quadri, i soprammobili ed i suoi.
I nostri miti morti ormai, la scoperta di Hemingway,
il sentirsi nuovi, le cose sognate e ora viste,
la mia America e la sua, diventate nella via la nostra città tanto triste.
Carte e vento volan via nella stazione, freddo e luci accese forse per noi lì,
ed infine in breve la sua situazione, uguale quasi a tanti nostri film:
come in un libro scritto male lui s'era ucciso per natale,
ma il triste racconto sembrava assorbito dal buio.
Povera amica che narravi dieci anni in poche frasi, ed io i miei in un solo saluto.
E pensavo dondolato dal vagone: "Cara amica, il tempo prende e il tempo dà.
Noi corriamo sempre in una direzione, ma qual sia e che senso abbia chi lo sa.
Restano i sogni senza tempo, le impressioni di un momento,
le luci nel buio, di case intraviste da un treno.
Siamo qualcosa che non resta, frasi vuote nella testa, e il cuore di simboli pieno."
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