Canzone per AM

perchè basta anche un niente per essere felici,
basta vivere come le cose che dici

da "Canzone per Alda Merini" di Roberto Vecchioni

republicofitaly

[...] Ho visto bombe di Stato
scoppiare nelle piazze
e anarchici distratti
cadere giu' dalle finestre

from "Quarant'anni" by Modena City Ramblers

Paranoid

Finished with my woman 'cause she couldn't help me with my mind
People think I'm insane because I am frowning all the time

All day long I think of things but nothing seems to satisfy
Think I'll lose my mind if I don't find something to pacify

Can you help me? occupy my brain?
Oh yeah

I need someone to show me the things in life that I can't find
I can't see the things that make true happiness, I must be blind

Make a joke and I will sigh and you will laugh and I will cry
Happiness I cannot feel and love to me is so unreal

And so as you hear these words telling you now of my state
I tell you to enjoy life I wish I could but it's too late

By Black Sabbath

Fade to Black

Life it seems, will fade away
Drifting further every day
Getting lost within myself
Nothing matters no one else
I have lost the will to live
Simply nothing more to give
There is nothing more for me
Need the end to set me free

Things are not what they used to be
Missing one inside of me
Deathly lost, this Can't be real
Cannot stand this hell I feel
Emptiness is filling me
To the point of agony
Growing darkness taking dawn
I was me, but now he 's gone

No one but me can save myself, but it's too late
Now, I can't think, think why I should even try
Yesterday seems as though it never existed
Death Greets me warm, now I will just say goodbye

by Metallica

Goodbye, Rick

As you probably already know, Rick Wright, founder and keyboardist of the Pink Floyd, passed away on 15th September.
I still remember the day in the summer of '89 when I, a young fan of the Pink Floyd, had the unique chance to shake his hand in Venice, when he arrived at the hotel in Lido (Venice) the day before the World famous concert Pink Floyd played in Piazza San Marco.
David Gilmour, in his website www.davidgilmour.com, remembers his friend with the following beautiful words:

Like Rick, I don't find it easy to express my feelings in words, but I loved him and will miss him enormously.

I don't wanna grow up

In my humble opinion, "I don't want to grow up" is one of the most beautiful songs ever written.

When I'm lyin' in my bed at night
I don't wanna grow up
Nothing ever seems to turn out right
I don't wanna grow up
How do you move in a world of fog that's
always changing things
Makes wish that I could be a dog
When I see the price that you pay
I don't wanna grow up
I don't ever want to be that way
I don't wanna grow up
Seems that folks turn into things
that they never want
The only thing to live for is today...
I'm gonna put a hole in my T.V. set
I don't wanna grow up
Open up the medicine chest
I don't wanna grow up
I don't wanna have to shout it out
I don't want my hair to fall out
I don't wanna be filled with doubt
I don't wanna be a good boy scout
I don't wanna have to learn to count
I don't wanna have the biggest amount
I don't wanna grow up
Well when I see my parents fight
I don't wanna grow up
They all go out and drinkin all night
I don't wanna grow up
I'd rather stay here in my room
Nothin' out there but sad and gloom
I don't wanna live in a big old tomb on grand street
When I see the 5 oclock news
I don't wanna grow up
Comb their hair and shine their shoes
I don't wanna grow up
Stay around in my old hometown
I don't wanna put no money down
I don't wanna get a big old loan
Work them fingers to the bone
I don't wanna float on a broom
Fall in love, get married then boom
How the hell did it get here so soon
I don't wanna grow up

by Tom Waits.

However my favourite version is the one played by The Ramones:

The Misfits CD Box Set

Last night, I've won an eBay bid for "The Misfits CD Box Set", and now I can't wait to get my package from the US.
I used to listen to the Misfits's ironic, weird, funny horror punk songs at the time of the High School: I had a lot of them in a poorly recorded tape and I couldn't even think to purchase such an expensive box set.
Now I have enough money in my pockets to make irrelevant the amount spent, but I have to admit that there were many (most important) things that I could do at that time and I cannot do anymore.
However, I still like most of the things I used to like, and I'm sure that the Misfits' CDs will be in my CD player for a while.

"I'm gonna live my life to destroy your world
Prime directive, exterminate
The whole fuckin' race"

From "Astro Zombies", The Misfits

Downbound Train

She just said "Joe I gotta go

We had it once, we ain't got it anymore"

She packed her bags, left me behind

She bought a ticket on the Central Line

Nights as I sleep I hear that whistle whining

I feel her kiss in the misty rain

And I feel like I'm a rider

On a downbound train

From "Downbound Train" by Bruce Springsteen

Quattro Stracci

After a very long time I add a new post here... it is not mine actually, it is a lyrics by Francesco Guccini, the great Italian songwriter, and, of course, it is in Italian :(

"Quattro Stracci" by Francesco Guccini

E guardo fuori dalla finestra e vedo quel muro solito che tu sai.
Sigaretta o penna nella mia destra, simboli frivoli che non hai amato mai; 
quello che ho addosso non ti è mai piaciuto, racconto e dico e ti sembro muto, 
fumare e scrivere ti suona strano, meglio le mani di un artigiano 
e cancellarmi è tutto quel che fai; 
ma io sono fiero del mio sognare, di questo eterno mio incespicare 
e rido in faccia a quello che cerchi e che mai avrai!

Non sai che ci vuole scienza, ci vuol costanza, ad invecchiare senza maturità, 
ma maturo o meno io ne ho abbastanza della complessa tua semplicità. 
Ma poi chi ha detto che tu abbia ragione, coi tuoi "also sprach" di maturazione 
o è un' illusione pronta per l'uso da eterna vittima di un sopruso,
abuso d' un mondo chiuso e fatalità; 
ognuno vada dove vuole andare, ognuno invecchi come gli pare, 
ma non raccontare a me che cos'è la libertà!

La libertà delle tue pozioni, di yoga, di erbe, psiche e di omeopatia, 
di manuali contro le frustrazioni, le inibizioni che provavi quì a casa mia, 
la noia data da uno non pratico, che non ha il polso di un matematico, 
che coi motori non ci sa fare e che non sa neanche guidare, 
un tipo perso dietro le nuvole e la poesia, 
ma ora scommetto che vorrai provare quel che con me non volevi fare: 
fare l' amore, tirare tardi o la fantasia!

La fantasia può portare male se non si conosce bene come domarla, 
ma costa poco, val quel che vale, e nessuno ti può più impedire di adoperarla; 
io, se Dio vuole, non son tuo padre, non ho nemmeno le palle quadre, 
tu hai la fantasia delle idee contorte, vai con la mente e le gambe corte, 
poi avrai sempre il momento giusto per sistemarla: 
le vie del mondo ti sono aperte, tanto hai le spalle sempre coperte 
ed avrai sempre le scuse buone per rifiutarla!

Per rifiutare sei stata un genio, sprecando il tempo a rifiutare me,
ma non c'è un alibi, non c'è un rimedio, se guardo bene no, non c'è un perchè; 
nata di marzo, nata balzana, casta che sogna d' esser puttana, 
quando sei dentro vuoi esser fuori cercando sempre i passati amori 
ed hai annullato tutti fuori che te, 
ma io qui ti inchiodo a quei tuoi pensieri, quei quattro stracci in cui hai buttato l'ieri, 
persa a cercar per sempre quello che non c'è, 
io qui ti inchiodo a quei tuoi pensieri, quei quattro stracci in cui hai buttato l'ieri 
persa a cercar per sempre quello che non c'è, 
io qui ti inchiodo a quei tuoi pensieri, quei quattro stracci in cui hai buttato l'ieri 
persa a cercar per sempre quello che non c'è...

Shine On, Syd

Syd Barret has died.
This news hit me yesterday, while I was driving, for work, from Padova to Brescia.
I'd like to remember him, with the lyrics of the last song he wrote before leaving the Pink Floyd. It was published in 1968 and it is a sad farewell piece by Syd Barret who, at that time, was already shrinking into a delirious state of mind.

JUGBAND BLUES

It's awfully considerate of you to think of me here
And I'm most obliged to you for making it clear
That I'm not here.
And I never knew the moon could be so big
And I never knew the moon could be so blue
And I'm grateful that you threw away my old shoes
And brought me here instead dressed in red
And I'm wondering who could be writing this song.

I don't care if the sun don't shine
And I don't care if nothing is mine
And I don't care if I'm nervous with you
I'll do my loving in the winter.

And the sea isn't green
And I love the Queen
And what exactly is a dream
And what exactly is a joke.