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Reply #50 - Oct 5th, 2009 at 10:09am
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YOU GOT ME ROCKING


I was a butcher cutting up meat
My hands were bloody I'm dying on my feet
I was a surgeon 'till I start to shake
I was a falling 'till you put on the brakes

Hey, hey you got me rocking now
Hey, hey you got me rocking now
Hey, hey you got me rocking now

I was a pitcher down in a slump
I was a fighter taken for a sucker punch
Feeling bad I guess I lost my spring
I was the boxer who can't get in the ring

Hey, hey you got me rocking now
Hey, hey you got me rocking now
Hey, hey there ain't no stopping me
Hey, hey you got me rocking now
Hey, hey you got me rocking now
Hey, hey you got me rocking now

I was a hooker losing her looks
I was a writer can't write another book
I was all dried up dying to get wet
I was a tycoon drowning in debt

Hey, hey you got me rocking now
Hey, hey you got me rocking now
Hey, hey there ain't no stopping me
Hey, hey you got me rocking now
Hey, hey you got me rocking now
Hey, hey you got me rocking now
Hey, hey you got me rocking now  

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Reply #51 - Oct 6th, 2009 at 6:33am
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Chuck B Keith and the Stones say Happy B_day to my mom today Smiley 97 ! Still with me. wow

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Reply #52 - Oct 6th, 2009 at 10:51am
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Happy Birthday, Lantern_Ruby's Mom !


97 ?  Wow!
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“What rap did that was impressive was to show there are so many tone-deaf people out there,” he says. “All they need is a drum beat and somebody yelling over it and they’re happy. There’s an enormous market for people who can’t tell one note from another.” - Keef
 
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Reply #53 - Oct 6th, 2009 at 11:04am
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Edith Grove wrote on Oct 6th, 2009 at 10:51am:
Happy Birthday, Lantern_Ruby's Mom !


97 ?  Wow!

She had me when she was already old. I got one brother more older then me of twenty years.
He could be as my father. I'm the last of five sons.
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Reply #54 - Oct 6th, 2009 at 11:56am
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Tom Waits - Kentucky Avenue - BBC 1979

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-VOYcRXzs1Y


Tom's piano playing just tears my heart out, but in a good way . . .


Eddie graces buick had 4 bullet holes in the side
Charlie delisle was sittin at the top of an avocado tree
Mrs storm will stab you with a steak knife if you step on her lawn
I got a half pack of lucky strikes man come along with me
Lets fill our pockets with macadamia nuts
Then go over to bobby goodmansons
And jump off the roof

Hilda plays strip poker
When her mamas across the street
Joey navinski says she put her tongue in his mouth
Dicky faulkners got a switchblade
And some gooseneck risers
That eucalyptus is a hunchback
Theres a wind up from the south
Let me tie you up with kite string
And i'll show you the scabs on my knee
Watch out for the broken glass, put your shoes and socks on
and come along with me

Lets follow that fire track
I think your house is burnin down
Go down to the hobo jungle and kill some rattle snakes with a trowel
We'll break all the windows in the old anderson place
And steal a bunch of boysenberrys
And smear em on our face
I'll steal a dollar from my mamas purse
And buy that scull and crossbones ring
And you can wear it around your neck on an old piece of string

Then we'll spit on ronnie arnold
And flip him the bird
And slash the tires on the school bus
Now don't say a word

Take the spokes from your wheelchair
And a magpies wings
And tie em to your shoulders and your feet
I'll steal a hacksaw from my dad
And cut the braces off your legs
And we'll bury them tonight out in the cornfield

Put a church key in your pocket
We'll hop that freight train in the hall
And we'll slide all the way down the drain
To new orleans in the fall
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Reply #55 - Oct 6th, 2009 at 12:13pm
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     http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WdiM8W324qQ
And this too, Fuman. I will always remember when I saw Tom for the first time here in Italy.
His smoky voice and  with a touch of grey and soft.
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Reply #56 - Oct 6th, 2009 at 1:00pm
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Lantern_Ruby wrote on Oct 6th, 2009 at 12:13pm:
     http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WdiM8W324qQ
And this too, Fuman. I will always remember when I saw Tom for the first time here in Italy.
His smoky voice and  with a touch of grey and soft.


Nice one. Very similar piano in this song.


Have you heard this Tom Waits collaboration with Keith?
Keith plays guitar and sings, and co-wrote the song.
"Well you say that it's gospel, but I know that it's only church"

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5Xjti6DzQLk


Well there's one thing you can't lose
It's that feel
Your pants, your shirt, your shoes
But not that feel
You can throw it out in the rain
You can whip it like a dog
You can chop it down like an old dead tree
You can always see it
When you're coming into town
Once you hang it on the wall
You can never take it down

But there's one thing you can't lose
And it's that feel
You can pawn your watch and chain
But not that feel
It always comes and finds you
It will always hear you cry
I cross my wooden leg
And I swear on my glass eye
It will never leave you high and dry
Never leave you loose
It's harder to get rid of than tattoos

But there's one thing you can't do
Is lose that feel
You can throw it off a bridge
You can lose it in the fire
You can leave it at the altar
But it will make you out a liar
You can fall down in the street
You can leave it in the lurch
Well you say that it's gospel
But I know that it's only church

And there's one thing you can't lose
And it's that feel
It's that feel
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Reply #57 - Oct 7th, 2009 at 5:39am
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Hear Keith with Bob Dylan here, Fuman. And no I hadnt heard Keith with Tom before of today. Thanks.
Shake Rattle & Roll   http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G_4gZyZCEZ4

(Words & music by Calhoun)
Well get out of that bed, wash your face and hands
Get out of that bed, wash your face and hands
Well get in that kitchen
Make some noise with the pots and pans
I believe it to my soul you're the devil in nylon hose
I believe it to my soul you're the devil in nylon hose
For the harder I work the faster my money goes

Well I said shake, rattle and roll
I said shake rattle and roll
I said shake, rattle and roll
I said shake rattle and roll
Well you won't do right
To save your doggone soul

Shake rattle and roll

I'm like the one-eyed cat peeping in a seafood store
I'm like the one-eyed cat peeping in a seafood store
Well I can look at you tell you ain't no child no more
I believe you're doing me wrong and now I know
I believe you're doing me wrong and now I know
'Cause the harder I work the faster my money goes

Well I said shake, rattle and roll
I said shake rattle and roll
I said shake, rattle and roll
I said shake rattle and roll
Well you won't do right
To save your doggone soul

Play it again!

I went over the hill, way down underneath
I went over the hill, way down underneath
You make me roll my eyes
And then you make me grit my teeth

Well I said shake, rattle and roll
I said shake rattle and roll
I said shake, rattle and roll
I said shake rattle and roll
Well you won't do right
To save your doggone soul
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Reply #58 - Oct 8th, 2009 at 5:11am
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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NdIHa8e2cOM


So you live in the bottom of the sea,
and you kill all that come near you ....
but you are very lonely, because all the other fish
fear you .....
And you crave companionship and someone to call your own;
because for the whole of your life you've been living alone.
On a black day in black month
at the black bottom of the sea,
Your mother gave birth to you and died
immediately ....
'Cos you can't have two killers living in the same pad
and when your mother knew that her time had come
she was really rather glad.
Death in the sea, death in the sea,
somebody please come and help me, come and help me
Fishes can't fly, fishes can't fly,
Fishes can't and neither can I, neither can I ....
Now I'm really rather like you,
for I've killed all the love I ever had
by not doing all I ought to and by leaving my mind coming
bad.
And I too am a killer, for emotion runs as deep as flesh
and I too am so lonely, and I wish that I could forget
We need love,
We need love,
We need love ..........


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Reply #59 - Oct 8th, 2009 at 11:34am
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                 Thax Urban-> http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=d-naNRVyiL8
You don't have to mean it
You just got to say it anyway
I just need to hear those words for me

You don't have to say too much
Babe I wouldn't even touch you anyway
I just want to hear you to say to me

Sweet lies
Baby baby dripping from your lips
Sweet sighs
Say to me come on and play
Play with me baby

You don't have to mean it
You just got to say it to me baby
Whisper whisper whisper in my ear
(I don't believe it)
(I don't believe it)

I wouldn't want to use you
Ooh I wouldn't blame you anyway
If you never ever spoke to me
(I don't believe it)

Hmm just say those little words
Sit on my shoulder like a little bird
Baby baby sing those words for me

Sweet lies
Baby baby dripping from yuor lips
Sweet sighs
Ooh you make me cry

Oh baby you know it
You know what I want to hear
Dripping from your lips
I got to tell you baby
Dripping from you lips

You don't have to say too much
Whisper whisper baby baby
I just wanna hear you say to me

(I don't believe it)

You don't have to mean it
Babe just say it anyway
I just need to hear those words from your sweet lips

You don't have to mean it
You don't have to mean it
(I don't believe you)
You don't have to shout across the room
Just whisper in my ear baby


I wonder if HeartOfStone had seen this show. Just in his home town.
Mabye one day he'll say me.. Smiley
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For you. I'm still get hurted. Cant forget&forgive so soon. You're as..Sad


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                                           http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=toHlMD50eYY

Thick As A Brick

Really don't mind if you sit this one out.

My words but a whisper -- your deafness a SHOUT.
I may make you feel but I can't make you think.
Your sperm's in the gutter -- your love's in the sink.
So you ride yourselves over the fields and
you make all your animal deals and
your wise men don't know how it feels to be thick as a brick.
And the sand-castle virtues are all swept away in
the tidal destruction
the moral melee.
The elastic retreat rings the close of play as the last wave uncovers
the newfangled way.
But your new shoes are worn at the heels and
your suntan does rapidly peel and
your wise men don't know how it feels to be thick as a brick.

And the love that I feel is so far away:
I'm a bad dream that I just had today -- and you
shake your head and
say it's a shame.

Spin me back down the years and the days of my youth.
Draw the lace and black curtains and shut out the whole truth.
Spin me down the long ages: let them sing the song.

See there! A son is born -- and we pronounce him fit to fight.
There are black-heads on his shoulders, and he pees himself in the night.
We'll
make a man of him
put him to trade
teach him
to play Monopoly and
to sing in the rain.

The Poet and the painter casting shadows on the water --
as the sun plays on the infantry returning from the sea.
The do-er and the thinker: no allowance for the other --
as the failing light illuminates the mercenary's creed.
The home fire burning: the kettle almost boiling --
but the master of the house is far away.
The horses stamping -- their warm breath clouding
in the sharp and frosty morning of the day.
And the poet lifts his pen while the soldier sheaths his sword.

And the youngest of the family is moving with authority.
Building castles by the sea, he dares the tardy tide to wash them all aside.

The cattle quietly grazing at the grass down by the river
where the swelling mountain water moves onward to the sea:
the builder of the castles renews the age-old purpose
and contemplates the milking girl whose offer is his need.
The young men of the household have
all gone into service and
are not to be expected for a year.
The innocent young master -- thoughts moving ever faster --
has formed the plan to change the man he seems.
And the poet sheaths his pen while the soldier lifts his sword.

And the oldest of the family is moving with authority.
Coming from across the sea, he challenges the son who puts him to the run.

What do you do when
the old man's gone -- do you want to be him? And
your real self sings the song.
Do you want to free him?
No one to help you get up steam --
and the whirlpool turns you `way off-beam.




Thick As A Brick Part 2

I've come down from the upper class to mend your rotten ways.
My father was a man-of-power whom everyone obeyed.
So come on all you criminals!
I've got to put you straight just like I did with my old man --
twenty years too late.
Your bread and water's going cold.
Your hair is too short and neat.
I'll judge you all and make damn sure that no-one judges me.

You curl your toes in fun as you smile at everyone -- you meet the stares.
You're unaware that your doings aren't done.
And you laugh most ruthlessly as you tell us what not to be.
But how are we supposed to see where we should run?
I see you shuffle in the courtroom with
your rings upon your fingers and
your downy little sidies and
your silver-buckle shoes.
Playing at the hard case, you follow the example of the comic-paper idol
who lets you bend the rules.

So!
Come on ye childhood heroes!
Won't you rise up from the pages of your comic-books
your super crooks
and show us all the way.
Well! Make your will and testament. Won't you?
Join your local government.
We'll have Superman for president
let Robin save the day.

You put your bet on number one and it comes up every time.
The other kids have all backed down and they put you first in line.
And so you finally ask yourself just how big you are --
and take your place in a wiser world of bigger motor cars.
And you wonder who to call on.

So! Where the hell was Biggles when you needed him last Saturday?
And where were all the sportsmen who always pulled you though?
They're all resting down in Cornwall --
writing up their memoirs for a paper-back edition
of the Boy Scout Manual.

LATER.
See there! A man born -- and we pronounce him fit for peace.
There's a load lifted from his shoulders with the discovery of his disease.
We'll
take the child from him
put it to the test
teach it
to be a wise man
how to fool the rest.

QUOTE
We will be geared to the average rather than the exceptional
God is an overwhelming responsibility
we walked through the maternity ward and saw 218 babies wearing nylons
cats are on the upgrade
upgrade? Hipgrave. Oh, Mac.

LATER
In the clear white circles of morning wonder,
I take my place with the lord of the hills.
And the blue-eyed soldiers stand slightly discoloured (in neat little rows)
sporting canvas frills.
With their jock-straps pinching, they slouch to attention,
while queueing for sarnies at the office canteen.
Saying -- how's your granny and
good old Ernie: he coughed up a tenner on a premium bond win.

The legends (worded in the ancient tribal hymn) lie cradled
in the seagull's call.
And all the promises they made are ground beneath the sadist's fall.
The poet and the wise man stand behind the gun,
and signal for the crack of dawn.
Light the sun.

Do you believe in the day? Do you?
Believe in the day! The Dawn Creation of the Kings has begun.
Soft Venus (lonely maiden) brings the ageless one.
Do you believe in the day?
The fading hero has returned to the night -- and fully pregnant with the day,
wise men endorse the poet's sight.
Do you believe in the day? Do you? Believe in the day!

Let me tell you the tales of your life of
your love and the cut of the knife
the tireless oppression
the wisdom instilled
the desire to kill or be killed.
Let me sing of the losers who lie in the street as the last bus goes by.
The pavements ar empty: the gutters run red -- while the fool
toasts his god in the sky.

So come all ye young men who are building castles!
Kindly state the time of the year and join your voices in a hellish chorus.
Mark the precise nature of your fear.
Let me help you pick up your dead as the sins of the father are fed
with
the blood of the fools and
the thoughts of the wise and
from the pan under your bed.
Let me make you a present of song as
the wise man breaks wind and is gone while
the fool with the hour-glass is cooking his goose and
the nursery rhyme winds along.

So! Come all ye young men who are building castles!
Kindly state the time of the year and join your voices in a hellish chorus.
Mark the precise nature of your fear.
See! The summer lightning casts its bolts upon you
and the hour of judgement draweth near.
Would you be
the fool stood in his suit of armour or
the wiser man who rushes clear.
So! Come on ye childhood heroes!
Won't your rise up from the pages of your comic-books
your super-crooks and
show us all the way.
Well! Make your will and testament.
Won't you? Join your local government.
We'll have Superman for president
let Robin save the day.
So! Where the hell was Biggles when you needed him last Saturday?
And where were all the sportsmen who always pulled you through?
They're all resting down in Cornwall -- writing up their memoirs
for a paper-back edition of the Boy Scout Manual.

OF COURSE
So you ride yourselves over the fields and
you make all your animal deals and
your wise men don't know how it feels to be thick as a brick.




TRADUZIONE

THICK AS A BRICK


(DURO COME UN MATTONE)(1)

Davvero, non mi importa se questa la saltate(2)

Le mie parole non sono altro che un sussurro -

la vostra sordità un URLO(3).

Posso farvi emozionare, ma non posso farvi

pensare(4). Il vostro sperma è nello scarico(5) -

il vostro amore è nel lavandino.

E così (vi) cavalcate(6) per i campi

e concludete i vostri affari animaleschi

e i vostri saggi non sanno(7) come ci si sente

ad essere duri come un mattone.

E le virtù fatte di castelli di sabbia(8)

sono tutte spazzate via /

nella distruzione della marea(9),

(è) il caos morale.

Il progressivo ritirarsi [dell’onda] annuncia

la fine del gioco(10) mentre l’ultima onda rivela la via della modernità.

Ma le vostre scarpe nuove hanno i tacchi consumati e la vostra abbronzatura si spela rapidamente e i vostri saggi non sanno come ci si sente ad essere duri come un mattone.

E l’amore che provo è così lontano: sono un brutto sogno che ho avuto proprio oggi - e tu scuoti la testa, dicendo che è una vergogna(11)

Fatemi tornare indietro negli anni e nei giorni

della mia adolescenza. Tirate il sipario(12) e lasciate fuori tutta la verità. Riportatemi

ad epoche antiche: che siano loro a cantare

la canzone(13).

Guardate là! Un figlio è nato - e lo dichiariamo pronto per la battaglia(14).

Ha i punti neri sulle spalle, e di notte si fa la pipì addosso(15). Faremo di lui un uomo / gli troveremo un lavoro / gli insegneremo a giocare a Monopoli e a cantare sotto la pioggia(16).

Il Poeta e il pittore proiettano ombre sull’acqua - mentre il sole gioca sulla fanteria che ritorna dal mare. Colui che fa(17) e colui che pensa: non c’è altra scelta(18) - mentre la luce calante illumina il credo mercenario. Il fuoco a casa brucia: la kettle(19) praticamente bolle - il padrone di casa è lontano. I cavalli scalpitano - il loro alito caldo si addensa nel mattino freddo e pungente. E il poeta alza la penna mentre il soldato ripone la spada nella guaina(20).

E il più giovane della famiglia si muove con autorevolezza. Costruendo castelli in riva

al mare, sfida la lenta marea a spazzarli via.

Il bestiame pascola quieto sull’erba, giù al fiume dove l’acqua impetuosa di montagna scende verso il mare: chi ha eretto il castello

rinnova l’antico intento e contempla la ragazza mentre munge, che offre ciò di cui lui ha bisogno. I giovani uomini della casata si sono tutti arruolati / e non ritorneranno prima di un anno. Il giovane e innocente padrone - i pensieri corrono troppo veloci - ha deciso di cambiare. E il poeta rinfodera la penna mentre il soldato sguaina la spada(21).

E il più vecchio della famiglia si muove con autorevolezza. Proviene dal mare, sfida il figlio che lo mette in fuga(22).

Che farai quando il vecchio se ne sarà andato - vuoi diventare (come) lui? E il tuo vero “io” canta la canzone. Vuoi liberarlo? Non c’è nessuno ad aiutarti a raccogliere le forze - e il vortice ti spazza via, lontano dalla meta.

PIU’ TARDI

Vengo dall’alta borghesia per mendare il vostro lerciume(23). Mio padre era un uomo di potere a cui tutti obbedivano. Su, allora, criminali! Devo mettervi in riga, proprio come ho fatto con mio padre - vent’anni troppo tardi. Vi si raffredda il pane e acqua. Capelli corti

e curati. Vi giudicherò, e starò bene

attento che nessuno giudichi me.

Saltellate(24) divertito sulle punte e sorridete

a tutti - la gente vi guarda. Non vi rendete conto che i vostri doveri non sono stati

adempiuti. E ridete con spietata crudeltà mentre ci dite cosa non dobbiamo essere. Ma come accidenti facciamo a sapere dove dobbiamo correre?

Vi vedo trascinarvi stancamente

in tribunale(25) con le dita piene di anelli,

le basettine pelose e le scarpe con la fibbia d’argento. Giocando a fare i duri seguite

l’esempio dell’eroe dei fumetti che vi lascia falsare le regole(26)

E allora! Andiamo, eroi dell’infanzia! Non

volete saltar fuori dalle pagine dei vostri fumetti, coi vostri supercattivi(27), e mostrarci

la strada da percorrere? Bene! Esprimete i vostri voleri e fate testamento. O no? Entrate nell’amministrazione locale. Superman farà il presidente e Robin il salvatore della patria(28).

Scommetti(29) tutto sul numero uno, che esce ogni volta. Tutti gli altri ragazzi si sono fatti da parte e ti mandano in prima fila. E alla fine ti domandi quanto sei grande. E prendi il tuo posto in un mondo più saggio e pieno di auto più grandi. E ti chiedi chi puoi andare a trovare.

E allora! Dove diavolo era Biggles quando avevi bisogno di lui sabato scorso? E dov’erano tutti gli sportivi(30) che vi avevano sempre

tirato fuori dai guai? Sono tutti in Cornovaglia

che si riposano... Stanno raccogliendo con cura le loro memorie per un’edizione tascabile del

manuale dei Boy Scout.

PIU’ TARDI

Guardate là! E’ nato un uomo - e lo

dichiariamo pronto per la pace. C’è un fardello

scaricato dalle sue spalle dopo la scoperta della

sua malattia. Prenderemo il bambino che c’è

in lui / gli faremo dei test / gli insegneremo ad essere saggio / e come fregare il prossimo(31).

CITAZIONE(32)

Ci prepareremo alla normalità piuttosto che all’eccezionale / Dio è una responsabilità schiacciante / abbiamo attraversato il reparto maternità e abbiamo visto 218 bambini indossare calze di nylon / i gatti sono in crescita(33) / in crescita? Hipgrave(34). Oh, Mac(35).

PIU’ TARDI(36)

Nei chiari cerchi bianchi dello splendore

del mattino, prendo posto accanto al signore delle colline. E i soldati dagli occhi azzurri resistono, appena sbiaditi (in ordinate piccole file) sfoggiando le decorazioni di stoffa(37).

Con il sospensorio che gli va stretto, si mettono goffamente sull’attenti mentre sono in coda per un panino in mensa(38). E dicono... come sta tua nonna / e il buon vecchio Ernie; ha dovuto sputare un deca per una vincita vincolata.

Le leggende(39) (formulate nell’antico inno tribale) sono cullate nel richiamo del gabbiano. E tutte le promesse che contenevano sono state distrutte dalla caduta del sadico.

Il poeta e il saggio stanno dietro il fucile

e segnalano le prime luci dell’alba.

Accendete il sole.

Credi nel giorno? No? Credi nel giorno! la Creazione dell’Alba da parte dei re è cominciata. La dolce Venere (fanciulla solitaria) porta colui che non ha età. Credi nel giorno? L’eroe consumato è tornato alla notte... e, gravidi del nuovo giorno, i saggi sostengono la visione del poeta.

Credi nel giorno? No? Credi nel giorno!

Lasciate che vi narri i racconti delle vostre vite, dei vostri amori e dei coltelli affilati / l’instancabile oppressione / la saggezza infusa / il desiderio di uccidere o essere uccisi. Lasciatemi cantare gli sconfitti che giacciono in strada mentre l’ultimo bus se ne va.

I marciapiedi sono deserti: i canali di scarico si tingono di rosso - mentre lo sciocco brinda al suo dio nel cielo.

E allora venite, voi(40) giovani che costruite castelli! Indicate, gentilmente, il periodo

dell’anno e unite le voci in un coro infernale. Specificate l’esatta natura della vostra paura.

Lasciate che vi aiuti a raccogliere i vostri morti mentre i peccati dei padri si nutrono

con il sangue degli sciocchi e con i pensieri dei saggi e dal vaso da notte sotto il letto(41).

Lasciate che vi regali una canzone mentre

il saggio scoreggia e se ne va / mentre il pazzo con la clessidra manda tutto all’aria(42) e la filastrocca continua a girare.

E allora venite, voi giovani che costruite castelli! Vogliate gentilmente confermare il periodo dell’anno e unite le voci in un coro infernale. Indicate l’esatta natura della vostra paura. Guardate! Il fulmine estivo getta

le sue saette su di voi e l’ora del giudizio

si avvicina(43).

E allora(44)! Andiamo, eroi dell’infanzia! Non

volete saltar fuori dalle pagine dei vostri fumetti, coi vostri supercattivi, e mostrarci

la strada da percorrere? Bene! Esprimete i vostri voleri e fate testamento. O no? Entrate nell’amministrazione locale. Superman farà

il presidente e Robin il salvatore della patria.

E allora! Dove diavolo era Biggles quando avevi bisogno di lui sabato scorso?

E dov’erano tutti gli sportivi che vi avevano sempre tirato fuori dai guai? Sono tutti

in Cornovaglia che si riposano... Stanno

raccogliendo con cura le loro memorie

per un’edizione tascabile del manuale

dei Boy Scout.

NATURALMENTE

E così (vi) cavalcate per i campi

e concludete i vostri affari animaleschi

e i vostri saggi non sanno come ci si sente

ad essere duri come un mattone.
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                 Gram Parker Howlin Wind
C G D Em
C Bm Am
The waterfalls trinkling
C Bm Am
like bells to my ear
C Bm Am Em Bm
The earth rolls out before me through smiles and tears.

A country lost, a soul discovered
The ruin that I once was will soon recover.

CHORUS

C G D Em
And I know a howlin' wind runs through here Blowin' every day.
C G D Em
Yeah a howlin' wind runs through here Takes my breath away.

Swing time is here children, for large and small
Let's dance before the fever is upon us all.
Yeah it's a strange religion, without any god.
The preacher walks with innocence spares the rod.

CHORUS G G
hey ey hey ey

Swing time is here children for large and small
Let's rock before the fever is upon us all.

CHORUS
C G D Em
Howl, I'm gonna howl, I'm gonna howl, I'm gonna howl
C G D Em
I'm gonna howl, I'm gonna howl howl howl howl

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Raw Power
(feat. The Stooges)

(Burp)
Dance to the beet of the living dead
Lose sleep baby and stay away from bed
Raw power is sure to come a runnin to you
If you're alone and you got the shakes
So am I baby and I got what it takes
Raw power wlll surely come a running to you
Raw power got a healin hand
Raw power can destroy a man
Raw power is more than soul
Has got a son called rock and roll
Raw power nohey just won't quit
RaW power I can feeeeeel it
Raw power baby can't be beat
qpin eyes and flashin feet
Everybody's always tryin to tell me what to do
Don't you try
Don 't you try to tell me what to do
Look in the eye of the savage girl
Fall deep in love in the underworld
Raw power is sure to come a runnin to you
If you're alone and you got the fear
So am I baby let's move on out of here
Raw power is sure to come a runnin to you
Raw power got a magic touch
Raw power is much too much
Happiness is guaranteed
It was made for you and me
Raw power honey just won't quit
Raw power I can feel it
Raw power honey can't be beat
Get down and kiss my feet
Raw power's got no place to go
Raw power honey
It don'twantto know
Raw power is a guaranteed o.d.
Raw power is laughin at you and me And this is what I wanta know
Can you feeeeeel it
Can you feeeeeeeeel it
Can you feeeeeel it
Can you feeeeeeeeeeeel it
Raw power! raw powwwwwwer!
Raw power! raw powwwwwwwwer!
Can you feeeeeeeeeeeel it
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Reply #64 - Oct 10th, 2009 at 9:32am
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I Wanna Be Your Dog

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hKyh-8xnz7w

So messed up
I want you here
In my room
I want you here
Now we're gonna be
Face-to-face
And I'll lay right down
In my favorite place

And now I wanna
Be your dog
Now I wanna
Be your dog
Now I wanna
Be your dog
Well c'mon

Now I'm ready
To close my eyes
And now I'm ready
To close my mind
And now I'm ready
To feel your hand
And lose my heart
On the burning sands

And now I wanna
Be your dog
And now I wanna
Be your dog
Now I wanna
Be your dog
Well c'mon

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... Homer's family on drugs

David Bowie 76
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I'm waiting for my man
Twenty-six dollars in my hand
Up to Lexington, 125
Feel sick and dirty, more dead than alive
I'm waiting for my man

Hey, white boy, what you doin' uptown?
Hey, white boy, you chasin' our women around?
Oh pardon me sir, it's the furthest from my mind
I'm just lookin' for a dear, dear friend of mine
I'm waiting for my man

Here he comes, he's all dressed in black
PR shoes and a big straw hat
He's never early, he's always late
First thing you learn is you always gotta wait
I'm waiting for my man

Up to a Brownstone, up three flights of stairs
Everybody's pinned you, but nobody cares
He's got the works, gives you sweet taste
Ah then you gotta split because you got no time to waste
I'm waiting for my man

Baby don't you holler, darlin' don't you bawl and shout
I'm feeling good, you know I'm gonna work it on out
I'm feeling good, I'm feeling oh so fine
Until tomorrow, but that's just some other time
I'm waiting for my man


You know what? I still can see the bees here. An endless hot summer. When will comes the rain?
A bit more cool? Never again? I run away in Alaska! taylor made smile

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Yeah, Bowie doing "Waiting For The Man" during the Station To Station tour, Thin White Duke was great, one of my favorite Bowie periods.
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Heart Of Stone wrote on Oct 10th, 2009 at 10:23am:
Yeah, Bowie doing "Waiting For The Man" during the Station To Station tour, Thin White Duke was great, one of my favorite Bowie periods.


I've seen him so later than his Thin White Duke's period , but in the '80s.
And he's was been great and awesome.  I've a thing for David. Smiley as I had for Mick.
Is simpled love's fan. You're lucky HOS to have see him in ThaT time. The best of his career.
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Sweet Child O'mine

Guns and Roses

She's got a smile that it seems to me
Reminds me of childhood memories
Where everything
Was as 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 stared 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 thought 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

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Gianna Nannini, California '79 - America

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Gianna Nannini & Carmen Consoli -America

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QoBVqVcb-uM
Lyrics to America :
Cercherò mi sono sempre detta cercherò
troverai mi hanno sempre detto troverai
per oggi sto con me mi basto
nessuno mi vede
e allora accarezzo la mia solitudine
ed ognuno ha il suo corpo a cui sa cosa chiedere
chiedere chiedere chiedere
Fammi sognare lei si morde la bocca e si sente l'America
Fammi volare lui allunga la mano e si tocca l'America
Fammi l'amore forte sempre più forte come fosse l'America
Fammi l'amore forte sempre più forte ed io sono l'America
cercherai mi hanno sempre detto cercherai
e troverò ora che ti accarezzo troverò
ma quanta fantasia ci vuole per sentirsi in due
quando ognuno è da sempre nella sua solitudine
e regala il suo corpo ma non sa cosa chiedere chiedere chiedere chiedere
Fammi volare lei le mai sui fianchi come fosse l'America
Fammi sognare lui che scende e che sale e si sente l'America
Fammi l'Amore lei che pensa ad un altro e si inventa l'America
Fammi l'amore forte sempre più forte ed io sono l'America


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Voodoo- Urban- Rocks Off http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VJBCNAC908s

ROCKS OFF  

Oh yeah!

I hear you talking when I'm on the street,
Your mouth don't move but I can hear you speak.
What's the matter with the boy?
He don't come around no more,
Is he checking out for sure?
Is he gonna close the door on me?

I'm always hearing voices on the street,
I want to shout, but I can't hardly speak.
I was making love last night
To a dancer friend of mine.
I can't seem to stay in step,
'Cause she come ev'ry time that she pirouettes over me.

And I only get my rocks off while I'm dreaming,
I only get my rocks off while I'm sleeping.

I'm zipping through the days at lightning speed.
Plug in, flush out and fire the fuckin' feed.
Heading for the overload,
Splattered on the dirty road,
Kick me like you've kicked before,
I can't even feel the pain no more.

But I only get my rocks off while I'm dreaming, (only get them off)
I only get my rocks off while I'm sleeping.

Feel so hypnotized, can't describe the scene.
Its all mesmerized all that inside me.
The sunshine bores the daylights out of me.
Chasing shadows moonlight mystery.
Headed for the overload,
Splattered on the dirty road,
Kick me like you've kicked before,
I can't even feel the pain no more.

But I only get my rocks off while I'm dreaming (only get them off, get them off),
I only get my rocks off while I'm sleeping (only get them off, get them off).  

I wonder if Mick was been reduced so after a night of..'Rocks Off' with Jerry..Hmm?

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Pearl Jam Baba O'Riley http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=49C9S2DU-MI

Santiago '05 - Good version.  Smiley

Out here in the fields
I fight for my meals
I get my back into my living
I don't need to fight
To prove I'm right
I don't need to be forgiven
Don't cry
Don't raise your eye
It's only teenage wasteland

Sally, take my hand
Travel south cross land
Put out the fire
And don't look past my shoulder
The exodus is here
The happy ones are near
Let's get together
Before we get much older
Teenage wasteland
It's only teenage wasteland
Teenage wasteland
Oh, yeah
Teenage wasteland
They're all wasted

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Hey! Who's that foxy chick on the left?  Ouch!
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Edith Grove wrote on Oct 12th, 2009 at 11:09am:
Hey! Who's that foxy chick on the left?  Ouch!

Whom do you think is the boss here, Edith? I say that one on the right..
Maybe the one on the left, have got a terrible night spent.. (I got my rocks off when I'm awaken..)
Hmm.. How is your smlie? aimama..too I Ouch!
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AC/DC Thunderstruck live http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X80Qjh9Yivs


(Thunder) (x10) Smiley
I was caught
In the middle of a railroad track (Thunder) [..of a lightning attack]
I looked round
And I knew there was no turning back (Thunder)
My mind raced
And I thought what could I do (Thunder)
And I knew
There was no help, no help from you (Thunder)

Sound of the drums
Beatin' in my heart
The thunder of guns
Tore me apart
You've been - thunderstruck

[Rode | Went] down the highway
Broke the limit, we hit the town
Went through to Texas, yeah Texas
And we had some fun
We met some girls
Some dancers who gave a good time
Broke all the rules, played all the fools
Yeah, yeah, they, they, they blew our minds

I was shakin' at the knees
Could I come again please?
Yeah the ladies were too kind
You've been - thunderstruck, thunderstruck
Yeah yeah yeah, thunderstruck

Yeah
Oh, thunderstruck, yeah

Now we're shaking at the knees
Could I come again please?

Thunderstruck, thunderstruck
Yeah yeah yeah, thunderstruck
Thunderstruck, yeah, yeah, yeah

Said yeah, it's alright
We're doing fine
Yeah, it's alright
We're doing fine
(So fine)

Thunderstruck, yeah, yeah, yeah,
Tunderstruck, thunderstruck, thunderstruck
Whoa baby, baby, thunderstruck
You've been thunderstruck, thunderstruck
Thunderstruck, thunderstruck, thunderstruck
You've been thunderstruck


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