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Monday, February 06, 2006 - ore 02:27
A metà.
(categoria: " Vita Quotidiana ")
Un Superbowl intero non lo reggo, mi spiace.
E non ci si può alzare a metà di una partita a trivial.
Quel kebab era miracoloso.
L’importante è sapere come va la vita, non ste cazzo di domande.
E altre cose.
Ieri sera spettacolo al Tag, gran bella atmosfera, gran bella gente e perfino i Negramaro in mezzo alla folla che ballavano, senza che nessuno degli integerrimi mod-rock-brit-nostalgici li degnasse di mezzo sguardo: son piccole soddisfazioni anche queste.
Colonna sonora del weekend: Wolf Parade, Neutral Milk Hotel e Neil’s Children: di tutto un po’.
Questo è il tradizionale post del lunedì mattina, che per l’occasione viene scritto a quest’ora perchè so che domani non ne avrò voglia.
Neutral Milk Hotel - Two Headed Boy
Two headed boy
All floating in glass
The sun it has passed
Now it’s blacker than black
I can hear as you tap on your jar
I am listening to hear where you are
I am listening to hear where you are
Two headed boy
Put on sunday shoes
And dance round the room to accordion keys
With the needle that sings in your heart
Catching signals that sound in the dark
Catching signals that sound in the dark
We will take off our clothes
And they’ll be placing fingers through the notches in your spine
And when all is breaking everything that you could keep inside
Now your eyes ain’t moving now
They just lay there in their climb
Two headed boy
With pulleys and weights
Creating a radio played just for two
In the parlor with a moon across her face
And through the music he sweetly displays
Silver speakers that sparkle all day
Made for his lover who’s floating and choking with her hands across her face
And in the dark we will take off our clothes
And they’ll be placing fingers through the notches in your spine
And when all is breaking everything that you could keep inside
Now your eyes ain’t moving now
They just lay there in their climb
Two headed boy
There is no reason to grieve
The world that you need is wrapped in gold silver sleeves
Left beneath Christmas trees in the snow
And I will take you and leave you alone
Watching spirals of white softly flow
Over your eyelids and all you did
Will wait until the point when you let go
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