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We put this festival on you bastards
with a lot of love
we worked for one year for you pigs
and you want to break our walls down
or you want fuckin’ to destroy us
well you go to hell
high?
We were getting high
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martedì 14 novembre 2006 - ore 15:59
(categoria: " Vita Quotidiana ")
Voglio piu tempo
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lunedì 13 novembre 2006 - ore 19:32
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lunedì 13 novembre 2006 - ore 11:56
she put her hand in my pocket i got a keepsake and a kiss
(categoria: " Vita Quotidiana ")
Resoconto di un fine settimana distruttivo..
Ho lavorato come un pazzo..
Tra Miami Vice e Long Drink vari..
Me li sogno anche di notte..
Con questi che mi chiedono jack e RedBull..
Con un amica che mentre esco dal bagno s’ inventa di darmi un bacetto
Dicendomi che mi vuole bene..
Ah..
Gli strani effetti dell alcooollllllll...
Ahahahahhaha
Il mio preferito..
getting crazy on the waltzers but it’s the life that i choose
sing about the sixblade sing about the switchback and a torture tattoo
and i been riding on a ghost train where the cars they scream and slam
and i don’t know where i’ll be tonight but i’d always tell you where i am
in a screaming ring of faces i seen her standing in the light
she had a ticket for the races just like me she was a victim of the night
i put a hand upon the lever said let it rock and let it roll
i had the one arm bandit fever there was an arrow through my heart and my soul
and the big wheel keep on turning neon burning up above
and i’m just high on the world
come on and take a low ride with me girl
on the tunnel of love
it’s just the danger when you’re riding at your own risk
she said you are the perfect stranger she said baby let’s keep it like this
it’s just a cake walk twisting baby step right up and say
hey mister give me two give me two cos any two can play
and the big wheel keep on turning neon burning up above
and i’m just high on the world
come on and take a low ride with me girl
on the tunnel of love
well it’s been money for muscle another whirligig
money for muscle and another girl i dig
another hustle just to make it big
and rockaway rockaway
and girl it looks so pretty to me just like it always did
like the spanish city to me when we were kids
oh girl it looks so pretty to me just like it always did
like the spanish city to me when we were kids
she took off a silver locket she said remember me by this
she put her hand in my pocket i got a keepsake and a kiss
and in the roar of the dust and diesel i stood and watched her walk away
i could have caught up with her easy enough but something must have made me stay
and the big wheel keep on turning neon burning up above
and i’m just high on the world
come on and take a low ride with me girl
on the tunnel of love
and now i’m searching through these carousels and the carnival arcades
searching everywhere from steeplechase to palisades
in any shooting gallery where promises are made
to rockaway rockaway from cullercoats and whitley bay out to rockaway
and girl it looks so pretty to me like it always did
like the spanish city to me when we were kids
girl it looks so pretty to me like it always did
like the spanish city to me when we were kids
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domenica 12 novembre 2006 - ore 20:02
(categoria: " Vita Quotidiana ")
Kicking up a storm from the day that I was born
Sing a song for me one from let it be
Open up yer eyes, get a grip on yerself inside
Inside
Yeah, a grip inside
Yeah, a grip inside
You betcha! You betcha! 
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domenica 12 novembre 2006 - ore 16:37
Strano modo di fare per uno che sta aspettando di morire.
(categoria: " Vita Quotidiana ")
Appena tornato da un pranzo..
E io odio i pranzi..
Niente baci sulla guancia
Ahahahhaahhaha..
Ho un sonno pazzesco..
Devo riprendermi un po alla volta..
Forse dovrei dormire due giorni per recuperare..
Ma sta cosa mi piace un sacco..
Non c è che dire..
Ora so cosa faro da grande
Becchino a Benares DESCRIZIONE DI UN MESTIERE
Le pire sono molto vicine tra loro e ci si può avvicinare abbastanza; i cadaveri sono avvolti in un drappo giallo se di uomini, in uno rosso se donne. Quando viene acceso il fuoco, comincia a bruciare prima la parte centrale. Si vedono braccia e gambe che si staccano come se fossero legate con degli elastici. Il tronco rimane da una parte e il resto dall’altra. Dopo un po’ arrivo io, l’uomo che si occupa di bruciare i cadaveri. Buco il torace per far passare l’ossigeno e rinvigorire il fuoco. Riunisco al centro della pira, le varie parti del corpo che si sono staccate, per far continuare a bruciare tutto bene. A volte cadono dei piedi o braccia per terra, che poi io raduno e rimetto a bruciare, magari per errore nella pira del vicino. L’odore somiglia a quello del pollo alla brace.
Non fa piacere ai familiari dei morti, che i turisti si fermino troppo a lungo ad osservare il rituale dei defunti che vengono bruciati sulle pire. È anche vietato fotografare.
Per molti potrà essere uno spettacolo raccapricciante, quello di questi cadaveri che vengono infilzati e rigirati sulla pira, proprio come fanno tutti con la carne alla brace. Io sono il primo becchino di Benares, quindi dell’India.
UN ANEDDOTO/ UN TRUCCO DEL MESTIERE
Sulla destra del luogo delle cremazioni c’è anche un forno crematorio moderno, dove si paga molto meno, 600 rupie anzichè le 3.000 che servono per comprare la legna,
ma la gente preferisce il rito antico, stima migliore la pira, con cui ci vogliono 3 o 4 ore per bruciare un cadavere, mentre nel crematorio tutto si conclude in 20 minuti.
Molti anziani vengono a morire a Benares, "…e se hanno un buon karma," si dice," muoiono subito, altrimenti possono passare anche anni…"
Nell’attesa della morte stazionano in una casa che si trova proprio accanto al luogo delle cremazioni. Qui vengono accompagnati i turisti a cui gli anziani chiedono un offerta per comprare la legna.
"140 rupie al chilo." Dicono che costi la legna, e si se si offe meno, ad esempio 50 rupie,
insistono per avere di più, e si arrabbiano anche.
Strano modo di fare per uno che sta aspettando di morire.
Sono come i baba (santoni nepalesi) turistici di Katmandù?
Forse qui a Benares ci sono i "vecchi che attendono la morte" turistici?
UN CONSIGLIO AI GIOVANI DAL BECCHINO DI BENARES:
"Tu pensa a campare, che a te dopo morto ci penso io."
Capitemi..
è colpa del sonno
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sabato 11 novembre 2006 - ore 19:13
When I look in the mirror my reflection is killer
(categoria: " Vita Quotidiana ")
E te che hai lavorato fino alle sette ahahahhahah
Stasera avro visite..
Ne ho quasi paura..
Guarda il lato positivo del farsi amici 100 americani ogni fine settimana..
Ahahahhaahha
Richy è Richy..
C è da dire che alcuni fanno paura altro che..
Patrol..
Ahahhahaa
Dopo aver conosciuto Tony le mie idee sono cambiate
Solo in parte
E poi la cosa bella è che decidi tu cosa devono bere..
Ahahahahahha
Anche perchè gia da normali faccio fatica a capirli..
Slowly..
Con uno ho intrattenuto un discorso in tedesco mentre lui mi parlava in americano..
Mica male eh..
Quel posto mi piace un sacco..
Spero duri..
Mi adeguo
Y’all motherfuckers ready or what?
Is y’all motherfuckers ready or what?
I don’t think you are
I don’t think so!
They got my back against the building
I’m the villian that’s creeping around corners
Like shorty you see them niggas creeping around, warn us
We might be coming through, gunning through, running through
So be careful what you do
Or the slugs might come to you
As long as I can remeber, the streets have kept me safe
And ever since that time in December, the heat’s been in my waist
I need an extra set of eyes so I keep my dogs with me
Doctor says let them die said his fucking dog bit me
I don’t know whats wrong with me
But it seems like since you heard of us
Y’all niggas turning into murderers
Couldn’t fuck with a third of us
Still against me
And wanting to see me in the box
Grilling me all crazy when you see me and the L.O.X.
Leave you Red like Foxx
Ain’t nothing funny about that
I see you in a coma, ain’t coming up out that
You hold on for too long and they ain’t pulling the plug for you
I’ll run up in the joint myself and bust another slug on you
It’s murda
It’s murda motherfuckers
[Jay-Z
I take a squat then post up with the toast up
I bring beef to a closure
Know somethin?
>From cats stackin four-somes
I’m loathesome
I scream out fuck the world then I throw something
Niggas scheming hard but fuck it, it’s the god
I leave bullets lodged leave you leaning on your broad
And our punks leave you gagged up in your car
Slumping Kennedy-style with your memory out
What the fuck y’all want?
Daddio with the calico
Let the gaty blow leave you bleeding on your patio
I leave rivals on their backs looking up at the sky blue
Not only do I leave you I hide you
I before you
X and Ja-Rule
Death before dishonor now and prior to
Boss man spy on you
Conspire you
Me die before you?
You liar, you
Niggas is dead off the hits I approve
Fuck it, I got the feds wearin wired suits
Y’all niggas don’t listen
Whether in streets or in prison
When we find them we twist them
They fucking up missing
Y’all don’t understand we want y’all all to hate it
It’s murda
Murder incorporated
It’s murda
In crime we all related
It’s murda
See if y’all can take it
[Ja-Rule
I’ma murderer and murdering anything that moves
Through ya nine niggas
Straight do or die niggas
Caught up and fall victim to the worst shit
X, Jigga, and Ja as expected
Shot on the world and reflect it
Niggas don’t respect it
So get it the worst way
Fuck with the wolves you get hunted like prey
Shot up in broad day
Now everybody want you
I’m feeling like: stupid didn’t the inc. warn you the first time
It’s murda
Whenever you see blood
It’s murda
Lay you down for the love
That’s us
Leave the lights on
Knife through your windpipe
Cause most of your niggas ain’t cut right
You thinking it’s alright
But it ain’t
I’m paralyzing clowns up and down from the waist
Giving niggas facelifts and taking it
While making you bleed
And if I got a taste of the shit I’m taking more than you need
It’s nothing but love between me, you, and these slugs
Hit him up wrap his body up in a area rug
Who holding the heat?
Who leaving niggas cold in the street?
Y’all know me, ya Co-D, Ja-Rule the O.G.
Niggas better watch me closely
Get a grip, it’s hennessy that fuels all that murderin’ shit
When I look in the mirror my reflection is killer
Jigga, X, Ja niggas
It’s murda Stasera inizio un ora prima..
Azz
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sabato 11 novembre 2006 - ore 12:38
(categoria: " Vita Quotidiana ")
"i’m Richy, the best american ever"..
O una cosa del genere..
Amo gli americani..
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venerdì 10 novembre 2006 - ore 16:12
All we need is our lives in a suitcase
(categoria: " Vita Quotidiana ")
Per fortuna a volte ci sei tu che mi tiri su il morale..
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
Underneath the sky of red
There?s a story-teller sleeping alone
He has no face and he has no name
And his where abouts is sort of unknown
All he needs is his life in a suitcase
It belongs to a friend of a friend
And as we drink to ourselves we?ll amuse ourselves
Underneath the sky
Underneath the sky again
Underneath the sky again
So wish me away to an unknown place
And I?m livin in a land with no name
I?ll be making a start with a brand new harp
Stop me making sense once again
All we need is our lives in a suitcase
They belong to a friend of a friend
And as we drink to ourselves we?ll amuse ourselves
Underneath the sky
Underneath the sky again
Underneath the sky again
All we need is our lives in a suitcase
They belong to a friend of a friend
And as we drink to ourselves we?ll amuse ourselves
Underneath the sky
Underneath the sky again
Underneath the sky again
Underneath the sky again
Underneath the sky again
Underneath the sky again
Again
Again
Again
Underneath the sky again
P.S.
Grazie del consiglio..
Ti ascolto..
Come sempre..
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giovedì 9 novembre 2006 - ore 19:32
(categoria: " Vita Quotidiana ")
"Sono una di quelle rare specie di rockettari che si fa ancora la spesa da solo. Mi si può beccare in vari supermercati di Londra, comprando del cibo e cose del genere. Non è un problema imbattermi per strada con i comuni mortali. Non mi considero una celebrità".
Grandissimo Noel..
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mercoledì 8 novembre 2006 - ore 17:23
What’s done is done you just leave it alone and don’t regret it
(categoria: " Vita Quotidiana ")
Scarpe prese
Ehmmmm..
E trecento euro in meno nel mio sempre piu asciutto portafoglio..
Che venerdi si rigonfierà..
Aahhahahahhahaha
Lavoro io..
Ahahahahhahaahah
C è ancora chi non ci crede
Beh sapete dove trovarmi..
Devo prendermi un lettore mp3..
Mi sa che farò un giro alle brentelle..
Vedremo..
Ah..
Ieri hanno tamponato la povera macchinetta..
Ahahahahahah
E adesso paghi..
Femmina idiota..
Ah..
E a gennaio la cambio..
Looks like i’m gonna do everything myself
Maybe I could use some help
But hell, you want something done right
You gotta do it yourself
Maybe life is up and down but
My life’s been (what?) till now
I crawled up your butt somehow
And that’s when things got turned around
I used to be alive
Now I feel pathetic and now I get it
What’s done is done you just leave it alone and don’t regret it
But sometimes, some things turn into dumb things
And that’s when you put your foot down.
Why did I have to go and meet somebody like you (like you)
Why did you have to go and hurt somebody like me (like me)
How you could do somebody like that? (like that)
Hope you know that i’m never coming back (never coming back)
Looks like i’m gonna do everything myself (everything myself)
Maybe I could use some help
But hell, if you want something done right
You just do it yourself (got it?)
Maybe life is up and down but
My life’s been (what?) till now (got it)
I crawled up your butt somehow (got it)
And that’s when shit got turned around (got it)
I used to be alive
I’m so pathetic but now I get it
What’s done is done I know you just leave it alone and don’t regret it
But sometimes some things turn into dumb things
And that’s when you put your foot down.
Why did I have to go and meet somebody like you?
Why did you have to go and hurt somebody like me?
How you could do somebody like that?
Hope you know that i’m never comin’ back
Why did I have to go and meet somebody like you?
Why did you have to go and hurt somebody like me?
How you could do somebody like that?
Hope you know that i’m never comin’ back
Depending on you is done
Giving to you is done
No more eating no sleeping
No living it’s all just more giving to you and i’m done
Depending on you is done
Giving to you is done
No more reaching no sleeping
No living it’s all just more giving to you and i’m done
The hiding from you is done
The lying from you is done
No more eating no more sleeping
No living it’s all just more giving to you and i’m done
Why did I have to go and meet somebody like you?
Why did you have to go and hurt somebody like me?
How you could do somebody like that?
I hope you know that i’m never coming back
Why did I have to go and meet somebody like you?
Why did you have to go and hurt somebody like me?
How you could do somebody like that?
I hope you know that i’m never coming back
Why?
Why?
Why? Sono piu belle le mie
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