1) Sicapunk con la maglietta di Neffa! 2) Sicapunk che ascolta i POOH
MERAVIGLIE
1) il gin lemon 2) atmosfera ovattata post-balla 3) poter stare in silenzio senza il bisogno di spiegarne il significato... 4) gli stranimali 5) la voce di eddie vedder ed i pearl jam 6) la mozzarella e i derivati del maiale (per gli amici pig) 7) "tears of the dragon" di bruce dickinson ascoltata di notte in cuffia al buio con la finestra appena aperta e una birretta in mano.. qualcuno ha da accendere? 8) lo stroh-rum di momo!!!!
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lunedì 9 aprile 2007 - ore 04:06
I know I was born and I know that I’ll die, the in between is mine. I am mine.
(categoria: " Vita Quotidiana ")
Fanculo alla Pasquetta. Per svariati motivi, ad esempio 17 euro e 50 di moneta da un automatico. E grazie ad Alberto, Andrea, Francesca per lo spazio che hanno già da tempo, loro malgrado, reso anche un po’"mio". Altri che ci saranno. Come l’anno scorso, o non come l’anno scorso.
Voglia di parlare, voglia di tante cose. Cose che ci sono, cose che non ci sono. Come ogni volta, perché i La Crus ne hanno sempre saputo parecchio. E quindi, a memoria. Fatica. Anche se non sono le sei, sai.
STORIELLA (D’AMORE) - FRUTTETI RIARSI (ska ska ska ska) Fin da bambini ci conoscevamo E giocavamo a fare gli adulti e poi Da più grandi ci siamo ritrovati E ti ho invitata a salire nella tana
Voglia. Di uscire dal consueto Voglia. Di fare l’inusuale-le-le Legami frustami fammi del male Voglio provare ad urlare Legami frustami fammi del male Voglio provare un mondo di
Dolore, piacere son la stessa cosa E se mi frusti ledi la mia posa Guardami male, mordi la mia carne L’olio bollente purifica il mio strano corpo
Mi-mi-mi duole mi sembra di cadere negli inferi più oscuri e poi
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Dolore, piacere, dolore!
Le-le-le-legami frustami fammi del male voglio provare ad urlare Legami frustami fammi del male
Lo sento, nell’aria, è intenso L’odore della mia putrefazione Odore... della mia putrefazione!
Grazie a Portini & ’Interspar. Grazie a Lisa per il pomeriggio. Grazie al Bertelli’s per le ciaccole. Grazie Bauschetta, punto. Grazie al Banale per l’antefatto. Grazie allo Store House per l’intermezzo. Grazie a Enrico perché l’Ordine ha le sue regole. Grazie al Tag strapieno perché è il Tag. Grazie a Checco perché è Checco. Grazie a Marta e Cri, perché basta.
Buona Pasqua.
BY THE MONUMENT - MAXIMO PARK You said you’d like to see me again And then it all unravelled I heard that you were seeing someone Not such an insignificant other It seems my moves were far too swift In life some things are worth the effort
I touched the place where your hair had been I buttoned the shirt that you left ’round mine
Defacing pictures of famous people on the train Standing by the Monument just waiting for the rain
In my wallet with your photobooth smile, And wearing my waterproof jacket Posterity has hold of us now Am I just waiting for the last chapter? We sleeptonight in separate towns At dusk, we see our disparate futures
I tore a sock to bind up your golden hair We found a hotel bar to sustain our last night… in vain
Defacing pictures of famous people on the train Standing by the Monument just waiting for the rain I’m just passing time with you on my mind I’m just passing my time
Saw things.. clearer... once you.. were in my.. rearviewmirror
(categoria: " Vita Quotidiana ")
A parte le scuse alla mia migliore amica per il pacco da me medesimo combinato...
Serata fantastica. Dall’inizio alla fine. Da un pesce di cui non ricordo il nome, a un disco dei Placebo, all’ora successiva passata al locale. Grazie a Checco ed all’Unwound per l’opportunità... grazie a una ragazza che sta con me in consolle fino a quando deve tornare a casa.. e grazie a chi ha ballato fino all’ultimo minuto. Ed al Greenwich, prima per il pre-serata, poi per essere arrivati al gran completo ed essere rimasti fino a quando sono stati scopati fuori per sopraggiunto ultimo limite d’orario.
Anche qui, comunque, sì.
REARVIEWMIRROR - PEARL JAM
I took a drive today Time to emancipate I guess it was the beatings made me wise But Im not about to give thanks, or apologize I couldnt breathe, holdin me down Hand on my face, pushed to the ground Enmity gaged, united by fear Forced to endure what I could not forgive...
I seem to look away Wounds in the mirror waved It wasnt my surface most defiled Head at your feet, fool to your crown Fist on my plate, swallowed it down Enmity gaged, united by fear Tried to endure what I could not forgive
Saw things Saw things Saw things Saw things Clearer Clearer Once you, were in my... Rearview mirror...
I gather speed from you fucking with me
Once and for all Im far away I hardly believe, finally the shades...are raised...hey...
Saw things so much clearer } Once you, once you... } (3x) rearview mirror }
STASERA!!! UNWOUND!!!
(categoria: " Scienza e Tecnica ")
In concerto: INSANE MOOD (indie-post-grunge) In consolle: Checco "MadeInPoP" Merdez + Momo
SPIN THE BLACK CIRCLE - PEARL JAM
see this needle...a see my hand... drop, drop, dropping it down...oh, so gently... well here it comes...i touch the plane... turn me up...won’t turn you away... spin, spin...spin the black circle spin, spin...spin the black, spin the black... spin, spin...spin the black circle spin, spin...whoa... pull it out...a paper sleeve... oh, my joy...only you deserve conceit... i’m so big...a-my whole world... i’d rather you...rather you...than her... spin, spin...spin the black circle spin, spin...spin the black, spin the black... spin, spin...spin the black circle spin, spin...whoa...oh... you’re so warm...oh, the ritual...when i lay down your crooked arm... spin, spin...spin the black circle spin, spin...spin the black, spin the black... spin, spin...spin the black circle spin, spin... spin the black circle spin the black circle... spin, spin... spin, spin...
it’s only teenage wastelaaaaaaand
(categoria: " Vita Quotidiana ")
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GIRL FROM MARS - ASH
Do you remember the time I knew a Girl From Mars? I don’t know if you knew that. Oh we’d stay up late playing cards, Henri Winterman Cigars. Though she never told me her name, I still love you, Girl From Mars.
Sitting in our dreamy days by the water’s edge, On a cool summer’s night. Fireflies and the stars in the sky, Gentle glowing light, From your cigarette. The breeze blowing softly on my face, Reminds me of something else. Something that in my memory has been replaced, Suddenly it all comes back. And as I look to the stars.
I remember the time I knew a Girl From Mars, I don’t know if you knew that. Oh we’d stay up late playing cards, Henri Winterman Cigars. Though she never told me her name, I still love you, Girl From Mars.
Surging through the darkness over the moonlight strand, Electricity in the air. Twisting all through the night on the terrace, Now that summer’s here. I know you are almost in love with me, I can see it in your eyes. Strange light shimmering over the sea tonight, And it almost blows my mind And as I look to the stars
I remember the time I knew a Girl From Mars, I don’t know if you knew that. Oh we’d stay up late playing cards, Henri Winterman Cigars. Though she never told me her name, I still love you, Girl From Mars.
Today I sleep in the chair by the window, It felt as if you’d returned. I thought that you were standing over me, When I woke there was no-one there. I still love you, Girl From.. Mars
Do you remember the time I knew a Girl From Mars? I don’t know if you knew that. Oh we’d stay up late playing cards, Henri Winterman Cigars. Though she never told me her name.
Do you remember the time I knew a Girl From Mars? I don’t know if you knew that. Oh we’d stay up late playing cards. Henri Winterman Cigars. And I still dream of you, I still love you, Girl From Mars.
love is a lie, which means I’ve been lying too
(categoria: " Vita Quotidiana ")
Qualcuno le faccia l’abbonamento della metro. Per favore.
Avere un disco tempo prima dell’arrivo del supporto, della scatola, del booklet e dei suoi odori è bello, certo. Ma a parte un paio d’ascolti, quando stai aspettando IL pacchetto, non ti lascia molto. Se non farti crescere la voglia. Due giorni di "Our Earthly Pleasures" e mi piace sempre di più.
Ho un iPod che reclamava manutenzione. "Inizializza" è stato un buon inizio. Cambiano i tempi, cambia la vita che scorre, cambia la colonna sonora a cui il resto farà da contorno. Beh, lo ammetto, a volte anche il contrario. Ed appiccicare una cartella su scaffali dalle forme troppo diverse non porta mai a buoni risultati. Per cui, come con un mobile Ikea, mi arrangerò con gli attrezzi del mestiere per costruire una nuova casa a quei brani. Dischi e birra come cacciaviti, archivi come enciclopedia in bella mostra, vinili graffiati come linea guida.
E una persona mi dovrà dare una mano, eh. Giusto una spatolata di colore, tra il bianco della plastica e i pixel di un display LCD. Soundsystem.
BOOKS FROM BOXES - MAXIMO PARK Night falls and towns become circuit boards We can beat the sun as long as we keep moving From the air, stadium lights stand out like flares And all I know is that you’re sat here right next to me
We rarely see warning signs in the air we breathe Right now I feel each and every fragment
This paper trail leads right back to you You say you need me to step outside You spent the evening unpacking books from boxes You passed me up so as not to break a promise Scattered polaroids and sprinkled words around your collar in the long run Said you knew that this would happen
Well this is something new but it turns out it was borrowed too Why does every let down have to be so thin? Rain explodes at the moment that the cab door closed I feel the weight upon your kiss ambiguous
You have to leave, I appreciate that But I hate when conversation slips out of our grasp
You spent the evening unpacking books from boxes You passed me up so as not to break a promise Scattered polaroids and sprinkled words around your collar in the long run Said you knew that this would happen
Two bodies in motion This is a matter of fact It wasn’t built to last
Two bodies in motion This is a matter of fact It wasn’t built to last
You spent the evening unpacking books from boxes You passed me up so as not to break a promise Scattered polaroids and sprinkled words around your collar in the long run Said you knew that this would happen
The pounding rain continued it’s bleak fall And we decided just to write after all, after all
The pounding rain continued it’s bleak fall And we decided just to write after all
I want schoolkids on buses singing your name (Sì, perché)
(categoria: " Pensieri ")
Adesso vorrei fare una cosa. Update: non l’ho fatta
Questo mercoledì Alternight "non va in onda", dandovi appuntamento al prossimo con l’inizio del festival ASU. Venerdì avrò però l’onore di affiancare il fratello maggiore Checco "MadeInPoP" Merdez alla familiare consolle di casa-Unwound.
Certi ricordi sono solo parole. Altri sono filmati a bassa definizione da incollare nei racconti. Ma quelli più importanti, quelli nei tuoi armadi, riescono a sfigurare di fronte a pochi fotogrammi di vita. Dove i ricordi stanno zitti, e non si devono permettere di insegnare, impedire, rovinare nulla.
EMILY KANE - ART BRUT
I was your boyfriend when we were 15 It’s the happiest that I’ve ever been Even though we didn’t understand How to do much more than just hold hands There’s so much about you I miss The clumsy way we used to kiss I wish I convinced you, you’ve made a mistake If memory serves, we’re still on a break Other girls went and other girls came I can’t get over my old flame I’m still in love with Emily Kane
Every girl that I’ve seen since Looks just like you when I squint I know you said it’s for the best I still don’t understand why you left So much about you I miss Everytime I see a couple kiss I hope this song finds you fame I want schoolkids on buses singing your name
Other girls went and other girls came I can’t get over my old flame I’m still in love with Emily Kane
I don’t even know where she lives I’ve not seen her in 10 years... 9 months, 3 weeks, 4 days, 6 hours, 13 minutes, 5 seconds
Other girls went and other girls came I can’t get over my old flame All my friends think I’m insane I’m still in love with Emily Kane
There’s a beast in my soul that can’t be tamed I’m still in love with Emily Kane I thought I’d never love again I’m still in love with Emily Kane
The torch that I hold, is always a-flame I’m still in love with Emily Kane I hope this song finds you fame I want schoolkids on buses singing your name
All my friends think I’m insane I’m still in love with Emily Kane Emily Kane, Emily Kane, Emily Kane!
se non ci foste voi, eh? Eh? Al "cinemino" preferisco i multisala. Ed ho ragione.
Oggi passerò alcune ore in meditazione. Il Macbook è a tagliandare da questa mattina. La "piccola" va sotto alle 14:30. Se vedete un viandante disperso dalle parti di Monselice, beh, fatemi un sorriso.
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REBELLION (LIES) - ARCADE FIRE
Sleeping is giving in, no matter what the time is. Sleeping is giving in, so lift those heavy eyelids.
People say that you’ll die faster than without water. But we know it’s just a lie, scare your son, scare your daughter.
People say that your dreams are the only things that save ya. Come on baby in our dreams, we can live our misbehavior.
Every time you close your eyes - Lies, lies! Every time you close your eyes - Lies, lies! Every time you close your eyes - Lies, lies! Every time you close your eyes - Lies, lies! Every time you close your eyes Every time you close your eyes Every time you close your eyes Every time you close your eyes
People try and hide the night underneath the covers. People try and hide the light underneath the covers.
Come on hide your lovers underneath the covers, come on hide your lovers underneath the covers.
Hidin’ from your brothers underneath the covers, come on hide your lovers underneath the covers.
People say that you’ll die faster than without water, but we know it’s just a lie, scare your son, scare your daughter, Scare your son, scare your daughter. Scare your son, scare your daughter.
Now here’s the sun, it’s alright! (Lies, lies!) Now here’s the moon, it’s alright! (Lies, lies!) Now here’s the sun, it’s alright! (Lies, lies!) Now here’s the moon it’s alright (Lies, lies!)
Every time you close your eyes - Lies, lies! Every time you close your eyes - Lies, lies! Every time you close your eyes - Lies, lies! Every time you close your eyes - Lies, lies!
Every time you close your eyes Every time you close your eyes (Lies, lies!)
Bestemming Museumplein
(categoria: " Fotografia e arte.. ")
Aria.
VINCENT - DON MC LEAN Starry, starry night. Paint your palette blue and grey, Look out on a summer’s day, With eyes that know the darkness in my soul. Shadows on the hills, Sketch the trees and the daffodils, Catch the breeze and the winter chills, In colors on the snowy linen land.
Now I understand what you tried to say to me, How you suffered for your sanity, How you tried to set them free. They would not listen, they did not know how. Perhaps they’ll listen now.
Starry, starry night. Flaming flowers that brightly blaze, Swirling clouds in violet haze, Reflect in Vincent’s eyes of china blue. Colors changing hue, morning field of amber grain, Weathered faces lined in pain, Are soothed beneath the artist’s loving hand.
Now I understand what you tried to say to me, How you suffered for your sanity, How you tried to set them free. They would not listen, they did not know how. Perhaps they’ll listen now.
For they could not love you, But still your love was true. And when no hope was left in sight On that starry, starry night, You took your life, as lovers often do. But I could have told you, Vincent, This world was never meant for one As beautiful as you.
Starry, starry night. Portraits hung in empty halls, Frameless head on nameless walls, With eyes that watch the world and can’t forget. Like the strangers that you’ve met, The ragged men in the ragged clothes, The silver thorn of bloody rose, Lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
Now I think I know what you tried to say to me, How you suffered for your sanity, How you tried to set them free. They would not listen, they’re not listening still. Perhaps they never will...
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