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July 13

Childhood's End

It not a matter of sadness, I am not blue than usual, I just like listening the struggle of the decadence as played well by some old songs. One of them is this Childhood's end coming from an Obscured by Clouds album, dated '72.
I love David Gilmour playing the guitar like this and a love smell the rust... ;-) 
 
You shout in your sleep.
Perhaps the price is just too stepp.
Is your conscience at rest if once put to the test?
You awake with a start to just the beating of your heart.
Just one man beneath the sky,
Just two ears, just two eyes.
You set sail across the sea of longpast thoughts and memories.
Childhood's end,
Your fantasies merge with harsh realities.
And then as the sail is hoist,
You find your eyes are growing moist.
All the fears never voiced say you have to make your final choice.
Who are you and who am I to say we know the reason why?
Some are born;
Some men die beneath one infinite sky.
There'll be war, there'll be peace.
But everything one day will cease.
All the iron turned to rust;
All the proud men turned to dust.
And so all things, time will mend.
So this song will end.
May 21

Oh, our love is like a fuse burned out..

Oh, our love is like a fuse burned out.. it looks a love chat between two robots, or between two washing machine! I don't know, i just know that this B 52's album , so strange, so different from the previous production, so commercial at the same time, it is in my heart, deeply..
Just past time minds? No I don't think so.. many details are really nice.. the voice. the sounds, the surrealistic lyrics, they painted a real futurist world animated by emotions and feelings..  You helped me years ago, you still are in my minds..
 
Flying saucers could land
And it wouldn't make much difference to my man
I could walk aboad and thank the lord
And leave this damn town in seconds flat
Check my bags and never come back
CHORUS
Oh, our love is
Like a fuse that's burned out
Oh, our love is
Like a fuse that's burned out

Oh, I've been unkind
Not like you
Ain't I ashamed
Being misused

CHORUS

I liked your Chevy Duster
I liked your brand new trailer
I liked your colour TV
But you looked at that colour TV
More than me
More than me
 
 
May 02

Bullgods riding waves

If you still have to, check it out this video.. a bunch of fellows (friend of mine) here in Barbados having fun on the waves. Maybe one day I will be skilled as well, maybe not..
 
April 23

Non mi fa paura il tempo che corre

New album for Federico Zampaglione and family. It's nice, really nice. It is not very original, but this very precise style, the clean lyrics and some references to old monsters, it is a good deal. Special remarks for "Un altro mare", that sounds perfect for me, looking at night skyes, blue seas, moon and struggling minds... Thanks Federico! I am still alive!
 
Se te ne vai
Io resterò
A difendere
L’idea di noi
Che vedevamo crescere
Quasi all’improvviso
Tu vuoi riflettere
Su ciò che è stato
E poteva essere
Stare qui
Non fa bene neanche a te

Dovunque andrai
Arriverò a riprenderti
Perché tu sai che non ho
Intenzione di perderci
Forse come uomo
Potevo fare meglio
Però gli errori
Si commettono per sbaglio
E ora so
Che da qui ripartirò cosi
Guardando sopra la mia testa
C’è un altro mare
Se chiudo gli occhi
Riesco a immaginare
Oltre il volo degli uccelli
E degli aerei
Giorni lontani
Di noi domani

Non mi fa paura
Il tempo che corre
E mi porta lontano
Le cose che amiamo
Perché so
Che voglio inseguirle
Per questo vivrò
Guardando sopra la mia testa
C’è un altro giorno
Che ha cancellato tutto
Il buio in un secondo
E ora vedo
Il tuo sorriso
Sono sicuro
Sarà bellissimo il futuro
Se guardo sopra la mia testa
C’è un altro mare
Chiudendo gli occhi
Riusciamo a immaginare
E oltre il volo degli uccelli
E degli aerei
Giorni lontani
Di noi domani
April 04

When you were young

Again, the magic of pop music. It's remixed version of the Killers' hit. But it is so fun listening at the radio, everynight, driving on the island's small roads, through lights and darkness.

 

You sit there in your heartache
Waiting on some beautiful boy to
To save you from your old ways
You play forgiveness
Watch it now
Here he comes
He doesnt look a thing like Jesus
But he talks like a gentleman
Like you imagined
When you were young
Can we climb this mountain
I dont know
Higher now than ever before
I know we can make it if we take it slow
Let's take it easy
Easy now
Watch it go
We're burning down the highway skyline
On the back of a hurricane
That started turning
When you were young
When you were young
And sometimes you close your eyes
And see the place where you used to live
When you were young
They say the devil's water
It ain't so sweet
You dont have to drink right now
But you can dip your feet
Every once in a little while
You sit there in your heartache
Waiting on some beautiful boy to
To save you from your old ways
You play forgiveness
Watch it now
Here he comes
He doesnt look a thing like Jesus
But he talks like a gentleman
Like you imagined
When you were young
(talks like a gentleman)
(like you imagined)
When you were young
I said he doesnt look a thing like Jesus
He doesnt look a thing like Jesus
But more than you'll ever know

March 21

Max Romeo & Devils

I heard about this song in the Liam Howlett prodigal one. It was so cool. This is the original one, with its orginal author, with a quite italian name.. Yeah! I gonna chase you out of earth...

 

Lucifer son of the mourning, I'm gonna chase you out of earth!
I'm gonna put on a iron shirt, and chase satan out of earth
I'm gonna put on a iron shirt, and chase the devil out of earth
I'm gonna send him to outa space, to find another race
I'm gonna send him to outa space, to find another race
Satan is an evilous man,
But him can't chocks it on I-man
So when I check him my lassing hand
And if him slip, I gaan with him hand
I'm gonna put on a iron shirt, and chase satan out of earth
I'm gonna put on a iron shirt, and chase the devil out of earth
I'm gonna send him to outa space, to find another race
I'm gonna send him to outa space, to find another race
Him haffi drop him fork and run
Him can't stand up to Jah Jah son
Him haffi lef' ya with him gun
Dig off with him bomb
I'm gonna put on a iron shirt, and chase satan out of earth
I'm gonna put on a iron shirt, and chase the devil out of earth
I'm gonna send him to outa space, to find another race
I'm gonna send him to outa space, to find another race
Satan is a evilous man,
But him can't chocks it on I-man
So when I check him my lassing hand
And if him slip,

 

March 17

Miranda, That Ghost just Isn't Holy Anymore

I just discovered The Mars Volta. Still not sure about them, but I get some feelings that are very good. I suggest to everybody to listen with accuracy the LP "France the Mute". And if you like Led Zeppelin probably you can be upset with them. But leave them free, leave them running, dig down on the dark side of the human kind.

 

I’ve always wanted
To eat glass with you again
But I never knew how
How to talk without
Walls dropping on the eve
The nest they made couldn’t break you
Along the fallen
Scowled a fence of beaks
But the temple is scathing
Through your veins
They were scaling
Through an ice pick of abscess reckoning

And when Miranda sang
Everyone turned away
Used to the noose they obey

And whoever said that they would scatter
Separating the mother from child
She can bat a broken eyelid
Raining maggots from it’s sty
And with the traces that she leaves
She will skin you out alive

All the children go grinding their jaws
The sweet smell of their toothless canals
And the damn she will break,
Make an ocean from this lake
As they siphon off all our blood

And when Miranda sang
Everyone turned away
Used to the noose they obey

And when Miranda sang
Everyone turned away
Used to the noose they obey

And when Miranda sang
Everyone turned away
Used to the noose they obey

March 13

Swimming with the Green Sea Turtles

Yesterday (Sunday) we went out with a sailing boat (catamaran) with a bunch of friends. We started with Reggae music, then with Hip Pop and we finish with DanceFloor psyco. But it was nice, I enjoyed a lot. Se e more pictures on the Flicker site

March 07

La tua voce sarà

Dr. Livingstone - Sulla Mia Pelle

Trascorro giornate sospesa in un calmo silenzio
Rapita dai giochi di luce di stelle riflesse
Sulla mia pelle

Il vento trascina le voci del mondo distante
Ascolto il suo canto ostinato e mi lascio cullare
Le cose non cambiano mai abbastanza
I sogni non durano mai abbastanza

Raggio di sole che scalda la terra
Soffio di vento che sveglia dal sonno
Goccia di pioggia che schiude il ricordo
La tua voce sarà
Fiamma leggera che incanta lo sguardo
Onda del mare che seda l’affanno
Occhi di un bimbo che ancora non sanno
La tua voce sarà

Carezzo la riva assolta con passi leggeri
Distratta dalle acrobazie dei gabbiani nel cielo
Le nuvole sono pittrici sonnambule e lievi
Le guardo abbozzare figure di sogni infantili
Ma i sogni non durano mai abbastanza
Le cose non cambiano mai abbastanza

Raggio di sole che scalda la terra
Soffio di vento che sveglia dal sonno
Goccia di pioggia che schiude il ricordo
La tua voce sarà
Raggio di sole che scalda la terra
Soffio di vento che sveglia dal sonno
Goccia di pioggia che schiude il ricordo
La tua voce sarà
Fiamma leggera che incanta lo sguardo
Onda del mare che seda l’affanno
Occhi di un bimbo che ancora non sanno
La tua voce sarà

Raggio di sole che scalda la terra
Goccia di pioggia che schiude il ricordo
Fiamma leggera che incanta lo sguardo
Occhi di un bimbo che ancora non sanno
La tua voce sarà.

 

 

 
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