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Saturday, November 05, 2005 - ore 15:09
L’amore è una hostess che ti segue
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ElizabethTown. E come ogni volta che c’è un film di Cameron Crowe nell’aria fremo all’idea di vederlo. Amo alla follia "Singles" ed "Almost famous", ho apprezzato Jerry Maguire e Vanilla Sky nonostante il settaiolo protagonista e ritengo "Non per soldi.. ma per amore" una meraviglia. Senza la necessità di essere troppo di parte. Crowe è poi un ex-giornalista di Rolling Stone e, per sua ammissione, un feticista musicale a cui piace parlare d’amore.
E non credo mi deluderà questo nuovo film, del quale faccio fatica, ammetto, a ricordare il nome ogni volta che ne parlo, un po’come mi succede con le regole della briscola.
Ora manca solo il quando, il dove ed il con chi, ma spero entro l’ultimo spettacolo di domani o al massimo entro un paio di giorni di riuscire a coronare questo mio sogno su grande schermo. Nel frattempo so che questa sera ascolterò la house dei Moonbootica, festeggiando un paio di compleanni.. Male che vada mi metto in coda fuori dal cinema appena esco dal Pachuca, aspettando il primo spettacolo, per provare per l’ennesima volta ad innamorarmi di un film.
YOU CAN’T STEAL MY LOVE - MANDO DIAO
I was walking down the street
with my chains tied up to my feet I leaned
instead of jiggie with the sidewalk
Now this street tells the same old boring tale
that has failed in so many ways of life
To trust its stories you’ve got to be dull as them
And all the love I’ve got in here
You’ve just killed you peasants didn’t even care
The love I had in store you raped for more
And all the dreams I had in here
you’ve just stolen You peasants didn’t even care
But the dreams I had for her you cannot touch,
my golden hand ’Cause it’s guarded by your promises
I met her in a crowded room
where the bookshelves help you
and knowledge takes your hand
I watched her beauty from an armchair
I said "Hey girl have you seen that film
with those kids in New York in the eighties
Oh, you have – Well, can I watch it with you anyway"
And all the love I’ve got in here
You’ve just killed you peasants didn’t even care
The love I had in store you raped for more
And all the dreams I had in here
you’ve just stolen You peasants didn’t even care
But the dreams I had for her you cannot touch,
my golden hand ’Cause it’s guarded by your promises
Congratulation Mr. Major you savior,
betrayer, you stinking master of trusts
How does it feel to ride all those horses
You cannot touch our hearts when we’re in bloom
I assume that we’ll win over the heads again
We conceal non, you’ll feel none, that’s what I promise
And all the love we’ve got in store,
you can’t kill You peasants! We won it all
And the love I have for her you cannot
touch, my golden hand,
‘Cause it’s guarded by your filthy promises
And all the love I’ve got in here
You’ve just killed you peasants didn’t even care
The love I had in store you raped for more
And all the dreams I had in here
you’ve just stolen You peasants didn’t even care
But the dreams I had for her you cannot touch,
my golden hand ’Cause it’s guarded by your promises
Honey I love you, like the summer falls
And the winter crawls
you’re above and beyond me
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