Please don't be sad; I know you will...

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You ain't nothing but a hound dog

Nel 1952 Willie Mae (detta "Big Mama") Thornton incideva per l'etichetta Peakock Records un 45 giri con la canzone "Hound dog", successivamente resa celeberrima da un giovanotto dalla pelle decisamente più pallida di quella di Big Mama e dalle movenze più ammiccanti.

Originariamente composta da due musicisti ebrei (Jerry Leiber e Mike Stoller)

La versione di Willie Mae resta un ascolto molto interessante per capire l'evoluzione del brano. Spassatevela.

Ciao Carol

I wait, I wait, I wait, I wait...

I am a patient boy
I wait, I wait, I wait, I wait
My time is water down a drain

Everybody's moving
Everybody's moving
Everything is moving,
Moving, moving, moving

Please don't leave me to remain
In the waiting room

I don't want the news
(I cannot use it)
I don't want the news
(I won't live by it)

Sitting outside of town
Everybody's always down
(Tell me why)

Because they can't get up
(Ahhh... Come on and get up)
(Come on and get up)

But I won't sit idly by
(Ahhh...)
I'm planning a big surprise
I'm gonna fight
For what I want to be

And I won't make the same mistakes
(Because I know)
Because I know how much time that wastes
(And function)
Function is the key
Inside the waiting room

I don't want the news
(I cannot use it)
I don't want the news
(I won't live by it)

Sitting outside of town
Everybody's always down
(Tell me why)

Because they can't get up
(Ahhh... Come on and get up)
Up from the waiting room

Sitting in the waiting room
(Ahhh...)
Sitting in the waiting room
(Ahhh...)
Sitting in the waiting room
(Ahhh...)
Sitting in the waiting room
(Ahhh...)

(Tell me why)
Because they can't get up


[ Fugazi, Waiting room ]

Christmas card from a hooker in Minneapolis

Sotto casa

E diciamoci 'basta'!

Questa chicca salta fuori dalla pagina di Facebook dei Cake (il gruppo musicale). Complimenti! :)

Christmas 2011: Dignity can not wait for "better times"

Vicious

Scendo giù per prelevare e per acquistare cibo. Risalgo con:
- pizza per tre persone
- sigarette
- un caffè rovente già in corpo
- un twix
- due tortine (ricotta; marmellata di ciliegie)

Inevitabilmente penso di me stesso: "oh, baby you're so vicious!"

La vecchia Bessie continua a cantare

...those struggling against addictions (to all of them)

My body is a cage that keeps me from dancing with the one I love

But my mind holds the key

I'm standing on a stage of fear and self-doubt It's a hollow play, but they'll clap anyway

You're standing next to me

My mind holds the key

I'm living in an age that calls darkness light
Though my language is dead, still the shapes fill my head...

...an age whose name I don't know
Though the fear keeps me moving, still my heart beats so slow

My body is a cage
We take what we're given; just because you've forgotten, that don't mean you're forgiven

I'm living in an age that screams my name at night, but when I get to the doorway there's no one in sight...

...an age that laughs when I'm dancing with the one I love

But my mind holds the key

Kathryn Schulz: Don't regret 'regret'

This is what happens when an irrefrenable force meets an unmovable object

Motorpsycho - The nerve tattoo - Blissard [Stickman Records, 1996]


Altro brano che ho suonato sino allo sfinimento; altro clamoroso testo "alla Motorpsycho"; altro imperdibile finale, stavolta in stile Lucy in the sky with diamonds: un trionfo di desueti punti e virgola. Un'emozione sonora tatuata addosso:

The nerve tattoo

It’s just an itch beneath the skin
I can’t get it out or seal it in
I can’t dislodge the need to scratch it
screaming from it’s root
it’s an echo inside my head
a need to say what can’t be said
it’s the nerve tattoo, such a bad rash
spiteful and divine


but thats OK
it doesn’t matter anyway
it’s still those with the least to say
that will be heard...


ah, the elloquence of trash!
the persuasiveness of cash
rings true like the whispered lies
of half-forgotten lullabyes
designed to please,
designed to soothe;
designed to shift amillion units or two;
designed to mean nothing at all
for anyone


but thats ok
it doesn’t matter anyway
it’s still those with the least to say
that will be heard...


don't misunderstand me
it’s all emptiness and words
I’d cut my veins to paint it as
beautifully meaningless,
picturesque and absurd...

...

...

...

...
...it’s a masterpiece I heard

Eargasm

Is it in your genes? I don't know...

The heart, the mind, the penis

I Can't Sleep