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lunedì 9 ottobre 2006 - ore 19:46
(categoria: " Riflessioni ")
...vola solo chi osa farlo...
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domenica 8 ottobre 2006 - ore 20:45
Indifference
(categoria: " Vita Quotidiana ")
I will light the match this mornin’, so I won’t be alone
Watch as she lies silent, for soon night will be gone
Oh, I will stand arms outstretched, pretend I’m free to roamOh, I will make my way, through, one more day in Hell...
How much difference does it make
How much difference does it make, yeah...
I will hold the candle till it burns up my arm
Oh, I’ll keep takin’ punches until their will grows tired
Oh, I will stare the sun down until my eyes go blind
Hey, I won’t change direction, and I won’t change my mind
How much difference does it make
Mmm, how much difference does it make...how much difference...
I’ll swallow poison, until I grow immune
I will scream my lungs out till it fills this room
How much difference
How much difference
How much difference does it make
How much difference does it make
(Indifference, Pearl Jam...
...canzone eterna...)
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venerdì 6 ottobre 2006 - ore 14:21
Satan inside
(categoria: " Musica e Canzoni ")
Ecco alcuni backmasting satanici che un po’ mi rattristano:
STAIRWAY TO HEAVENAl dritto:
«There’s a feeling I get»Al rovescio (backmasting):
«I’ve got to live for Satan»Al dritto:
«It’s just a spring clean for the May-queen
Yes, there are two paths you can go by
But in the long run
There’s still time to change the road you’re on»Al rovescio (backmasting):
«Here’s my sweet Satan,
the one whose little path won’t make me sad,
whose power is Satan.
He will give the growth giving you six-six-six»Il testo al dritto allude al bifrontismo delle parole.
Dice infatti: "Sì, ci sono infatti due strade che puoi percorrere
(il dritto o il rovescio)
ma a lungo andare hai ancora tempo per cambiare strada"
E ancora: "Cos you know sometimes words have two meanings"
("Perché come sai a volte le parole hanno due significati")OVER THE HILLS AND FAR AWAYSe si ascolta con estrema attenzione
"al dritto" si sente qualche "disturbo"
in corrispondenza delle parole«Many is word
That only leaves you guessing
Guessing ’bout a thing
You really ought to know
You really ought to know»;infatti al rovescio...(backmasting):
«We ’re not really rich.
It’s all for Satan.
Yes, Satan’s really Lord.
Yes, we’ll always stay in him»Il testo al dritto - che al contrario forma il messaggio -
sembra voler destare il sospetto nell’ascoltatore che sotto
ci sia dell’altro.
Dice infatti:"Molti è una parola
che ti lascia indovinare
indovinare quello che
dovresti veramente sapere
dovresti veramente sapere."
Maggiori informazioni e files audio da ascoltare su
http://digilander.libero.it/subliminale/Antonio.html
a sproposito...due anni fa "oggi" mi laureavo...
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lunedì 2 ottobre 2006 - ore 21:31
Back in Black
(categoria: " Musica e Canzoni ")
...la voce di Bryan Johnson, così ruvida, acida, perfida, kattiva, mi fa letteralmente impazzire!!!
Back in black
I hit the sack
I’ve been too long I’m glad to be back
Yes I’m, let loose
From the noose
That’s kept me hanging about
I keep looking at the sky
’Cause it’s gettin’ me high
Forget the herse ’cause I’ll never die
I got nine lives
Cat’s eyes
Usin’ every one of them and running wild
CHORUS:
’Cause I’m back
Yes, I’m back
Well, I’m back
Yes, I’m back
Well, I’m back, back
(Well) I’m back in black
Yes, I’m back in black
Back in the back
Of a Cadillac
Number one with a bullet, I’m a power pack
Yes, I’m in a bang
With a gang
They’ve got to catch me if they want me to hang
Cause I’m back on the track
And I’m leadin’ the pack
Nobody’s gonna get me on another rap
So look at me now
I’m just makin’ my play
Don’t try to push your luck, just get out of my way
CHORUS
Well, I’m back, Yes I’m back
Well, I’m back, Yes I’m back
Well, I’m back, back
Well I’m back in black
Yes I’m back in black
hooo yeah
Ohh yeah
Yes I am
Oooh yeah, yeah Oh yeah
Back in now
Well I’m back, I’m back
Back, I’m back
Back, I’m back
Back, I’m back
Back, I’m back
Back
Back in black
Yes I’m back in black
Outta sight
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giovedì 28 settembre 2006 - ore 20:07
In un giorno di pioggia
(categoria: " Musica e Canzoni ")
Is è mo laoch, mo ghile mear
is è mo Shaesar ghile mear
ni fhuras fein aon tsuan as sean
o chuaigh i gcein mo ghile mear
Addio, addio e un bicchiere levato
al cielo d’Irlanda e alle nuvole gonfie
Un nodo alla gola ed un ultimo sguardo
alla vecchia Anna Liffey e alle strade del porto
Un sorso di birra per le verdi brughiere
e un altro ai mocciosi coperti di fango,
e un brindisi anche agli gnomi a alle fate,
ai folletti che corrono sulle tue strade
Hai i fianchi robusti di una vecchia signora
e i modi un po’ rudi della gente di mare,
ti trascini tra fango, sudore e risate
e la puzza di alcool nelle notti d’estate
Un vecchio compagno ti segue paziente,
il mare si sdraia fedele ai tuoi piedi,
ti culla leggero nelle sere d’inverno,
ti riporta le voci degli amanti di ieri
E’ in un giorno di pioggia che ti ho conosciuta,
il vento dell’ovest rideva gentile
e in un giorno di pioggia ho imparato ad amarti
mi hai preso per mano portandomi via
Hai occhi di ghiaccio ed un cuore di terra,
hai il passo pesante di un vecchio ubriacone,
ti chiudi a sognare nelle notti d’inverno
e ti copri di rosso e fiorisci d’estate.
I tuoi esuli parlano lingue straniere,
si addormentano soli sognando i tuoi cieli,
si ritrovano persi in paesi lontani
a cantare una terra di profughi e santi
E’ in un giorno di pioggia che ti ho conosciuta,
il vento dell’ovest rideva gentile
e in un giorno di pioggia ho imparato ad amarti
mi hai preso per mano portandomi via.
E in un giorno di pioggia ti rivedrò ancora
e potrò consolare i tuoi occhi bagnati
In un giorno di pioggia saremo vicini,
balleremo leggeri sull’aria di un Reel (Modena City Ramblers)
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mercoledì 27 settembre 2006 - ore 21:32
Inis Mòr (Aran Islands)
(categoria: " Viaggi ")
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mercoledì 27 settembre 2006 - ore 08:47
C’è poco da fare, è un MITO!!!
(categoria: " Vita Quotidiana ")
...da grande (?) voglio diventare come lui
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lunedì 25 settembre 2006 - ore 21:09
Ramble On (...un capolavoro)
(categoria: " Musica e Canzoni ")
Leaves are falling all around,
It’s time I was on my way.Thanks to you, I’m much obliged
For such a pleasant stay.
But now it’s time for me to go,
The autumn moon lights my way.
For now I smell the rain,
And with it pain,
And it’s headed my way.Ah, sometimes I grow so tired,
But I know I’ve got one thing I got to do,
Ramble on,
And now’s the time, the time is now
To sing my song.
I’m goin’ round the world,I got to find my girl, on my way.
I’ve been this way ten years to the day, ramble on,
Gotta find the queen of all my dreams.
Got no time to for spreadin roots,
The time has come to be gone.
And tho our health we drank a thousand times,
It’s time to ramble on.
Ramble on,
And now’s the time, the time is now
To sing my song.
I’m goin’ round the world,
I got to find my girl, on my way.
I’ve been this way ten years to the day, ramble on,
Gotta find the queen of all my dreams.
I ain’t tellin’ no lie.Mines a tale that can’t be told,
My freedom I hold dear;
How years ago in days of old
When magic filled the air,
’t was in the darkest depths of mordor
I met a girl so fair,
But gollum, and the evil one crept up
And slipped away with her.
Her, her....yeah.
Ain’t nothing I can do, no.
Ramble on,
And now’s the time, the time is now
To sing my song.
I’m goin round the world,
I got to find my girl, on my way.
I’ve been this way ten years to the day, ramble on,
Gotta find the queen of all my dreams.
Gonna ramble on, sing my song
Gotta keep-a-searchin for my baby...
Gonna work my way, round the world
I can’t stop this feelin’ in my heart
Gotta keep searchin’ for my baby
I can’t find my bluebird!
I’d listen to my bluebird sing but I can’t find my blue bird
A-keep-a ramblin’ baby...
(una delle mie songs preferite by Led Zeppelin)
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sabato 23 settembre 2006 - ore 20:13
Big Fish
(categoria: " Vita Quotidiana ")
...altro film imperdibile...
Man of the hour - Pearl Jam
Tidal waves don’t beg forgiveness
’CRASHED’ and on their way
Father he enjoyed collisions; others walked away
A snowflake falls in may.
And the doors are open now as the bells are ringing out
Cause the man of the hour is taking his final bow
Goodbye for now.
Nature has its own religion; gospel from the land
Father ruled by long division, young men they pretend
Old men comprehend.
And the ’SKY BREAKS’ at dawn; shedding light upon this town
They’ll all come ‘round
Cause the man of the hour is taking his final bow
Goodbye for now.
And the road
The old man paved
The broken seams along the way
The rusted signs, left just for me
He was guiding me, love, his own way
Now the man of the hour is taking his final bow
As the curtain comes down
I feel that this is just goodbye for now.
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venerdì 22 settembre 2006 - ore 11:51
Clerks
(categoria: " Vita Quotidiana ")
...indubbiamente un film cult...
[...]
DANTE: Was he alive when...Caitlin...
CORONER: No. I place the time of death at
about three-twenty.
RANDAL: Then how could she...you know...
CORONER: The body can maintain an erection
after expiration. Sometimes for
hours. Did he have the adult
magazine when he came in?
DANTE: No. I gave it to him.
RANDAL and the CORONER stare in disbelief.
DANTE: Well he asked me for it!
CORONER: I can’t say for certain until we
get him back to the lab, but my
guess is he was masturbating, his
heart seized and he died. That’s
when the girl found him.
(sniffing the air)
Something smells like shoe polish.
RANDAL: (to CORONER) This has gotta
be the weirdest thing you’ve ever
been called in on.
CORONER: Actually, I once had to tag a kid
that broke his neck trying to put
his mouth on his penis.
Randal looks down, anonymously.
DANTE: What about Caitlin?
CORONER: Shock trauma. She’s going to need
years of therapy after this. My
question is, How did she come to
have sex with the dead man?
DANTE: She thought it was me.
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