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domenica 2 marzo 2008
ore 10:24(categoria:
"Vita Quotidiana")
I MIEI 100 CAPOLAVORI DELLA STORIA DELLA MUSICA (#62)
The Rolling Stones - Start Me Up (1981)
If you start me up, if you start me up I’ll never stop. You can start me up, you can start me up I’ll never stop. I’ve been running hot, you got me just about to blow my top You can start me up, you can start me up, I’ll never stop, never stop, never stop. You make a grown man cry. You make a grown man cry. You make a grown man cry. Spread out the oil, the gasoline. I walk smooth ride in a mean, mean machine. (Start it up) You can start me up. Kick on the starter, give it all you’ve got. (You got, you got) I can’t compete, With the riders in the other heats. If you rough it up, if you do like it you can slit it up, slide it up, slide it up, slide it up. Don’t make a grown man cry. Don’t make a grown man cry. Don’t make a grown man cry. My eyes dilate, my lips go green, my hands are greasy, she’s a mean, mean machine. (Start it up) Start me up, ah... you’ve got to, you’ve got to, never, never, never stop. Start me up, you can start me up I’ll never stop, you’ve got to never, never, never stop. You make a grown man cry. You make a grown man cry. You make a grown man cry. Ride like the wind, at double speed, I’ll take you places that you’ve never, never seen. (Start it up) If you start it up, love the day when we will never stop, never stop, never stop, never stop. Tough me up, never stop, never stop You, you, you make a grown man cry. You, you make a dead man come. You, you, you make a dead man come. You, you, you make a dead man come.
mercoledì 27 febbraio 2008
ore 20:06(categoria:
"Vita Quotidiana")
I MIEI 100 CAPOLAVORI DELLA STORIA DELLA MUSICA (#64)
Pink Floyd - Shine On You Crazy Diamond (1975)
Remember when you were young, you shone like the sun. Shine on you crazy diamond. Now there’s a look in your eyes, like black holes in the sky. Shine on you crazy diamond. You were caught on the crossfire of childhood and stardom, blown on the steel breeze. Come on you target for faraway laughter, come on you stranger, you legend, you martyr, and shine! You reached for the secret too soon, you cried for the moon. Shine on you crazy diamond. Threatened by shadows at night, and exposed in the light. Shine on you crazy diamond. Well you wore out your welcome with random precision, rode on the steel breeze. Come on you raver, you seer of visions, come on you painter, you piper, you prisoner, and shine!
Note: favolosi, sono in attesa del loro 3° album in 15 anni di carriera!
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lunedì 18 febbraio 2008
ore 19:48(categoria:
"Vita Quotidiana")
I MIEI 100 CAPOLAVORI DELLA STORIA DELLA MUSICA (#69)
Jamiroquai - King For A Day (1999)
There’s no way I’m coming back to you I’ve just got to say That everything we did is through You tried to undermine The better ranges of my nature But soon your going to find You should have started talking straighter Now don’t you worry I won’t pat you down I’m in no hurry, baby To see you go to ground Because it’s true what they say You know it’s true what they say Your only king for a day I guess your happy that way
Well there’s no hope For peace and reconciliation You’re quick to play your hand But what you haven’t learnt is patience So look before you leap To tell the world your coloured story It’s clear your talk is cheap You’d do anything to get your glory So spread your wings and fly There is no doubt You’re so sorry inside you’ve got something to shout about Because it’s true what they say You know it’s true what they say You’re only king for a day I guess you’re happy that way
And there’s no love Ever to be lost between us I guess this is because The damage that you’ve done is so grievous So I hang my head To dwell on what might have been But what you left instead Is pieces of a broken dream
Now don’t you worry I won’t put you down I’m in no hurry To see you go to ground Because it’s true what they say You know it’s true what they say You’re only king for a day I guess you’re happy that way
So spread your wings and fly There is no doubt You’re so sorry inside you’ve Got something to shout about
Because it’s true what they say You know it’s true what they say Your only king for a day I guess you’re happy that way
Don’t you see that your only king for a day You must believe that
Note: un mix di pop, soul, dance sempre elegante e sostenuto da gran musicisti (e tecnici del suono! )
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venerdì 15 febbraio 2008
ore 19:51(categoria:
"Vita Quotidiana")
I MIEI 100 CAPOLAVORI DELLA STORIA DELLA MUSICA (#70)
Daft Punk - Revolution 909 (1997)
Note: un mattoncino in più nella rivoluzione elettronica degli anni 90...
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lunedì 11 febbraio 2008
ore 20:13(categoria:
"Vita Quotidiana")
I MIEI 100 CAPOLAVORI DELLA STORIA DELLA MUSICA (#71)
The Beatles - I Am The Walrus (1967)
I am he as you are he as you are me and we are all together. See how they run like pigs from a gun, see how they fly. I’m crying.
Sitting on a cornflake, waiting for the van to come. Corporation tee-shirt, stupid bloody Tuesday. MAN, you been a naughty boy, you let your face grow long. I am the eggman, they are the eggmen, I am the walrus, goo goo g’joob
Mister City P’liceman sitting Pretty little policemen in a row. See how they fly like Lucy in the Sky, see how they run. I’m crying. I’m cry------------ing, I’m crying.
Yellow matter custard, dripping from a dead dog’s eye. Crabalocker fishwife, pornographic priestess, Boy, you been a naughty girl and you let your Knickers down. I am the eggman, they are the eggmen, I am the walrus, goo goo g’joob.
Sitting in an English garden waiting for the sun. If the sun don’t come, you get a tan from Standing in the English rain. I am the eggman, they are the eggmen, I am the walrus, goo goo g’joob, goo goo goo g’joob.
Expert texpert choking smokers, Don’t you think the joker laughs at you? (ho ho ho, he he he, ha ha ha) See how they smile like pigs in a sty, see how they snide. I’m crying.
Semolina Pilchard, climbing up the Eiffel Tower. Elementary penguin singing Hare Krishna. Man, you should have seen them kicking Edgar Allan Poe. I am the eggman, they are the eggmen, I am the walrus, goo goo g’joob, goo goo goo g’joob, goo goo g’joob, goo goo goo g’joob, goo goo (rhythmical speaking along with juba’s). Juba juba juba, juba, juba, juba, juba, juba, juba juba. Juba juba..... (speaking)
--Repeat (eventually juba’s will stop) and fade until end.-- during the fade out background vocals: [Simultaneously ’Everybody smokes pot’ and ’Oompa, oompa, stick it up your joompa’ [jumper]
domenica 2 marzo 2008
’Everybody smokes pot’ and ’Oompa, oompa, stick it up your joompa’ [jumper]
