fabrizio: una volta vasco sapeva fare delle belle canzoni
fabrizio: bah
thursdaynext: adesso fa solo
thursdaynext: EEEEEH
thursdaynext: e il simbolo della pataus con le mani
thursdaynext: EEEEEEH
thursdaynext: simbolo patata
thursdaynext: e continua a vendere dischi
(LOL)
Sarà, ma sentire parlare di Steve Ballmer a Milano, Al Gore a Roma (e così via) mi ha fatto tornare in mente la splendida "Tapparella" di Elio e le storie tese
tapparella giù e poltiglia,
più ascella purificata:
ti ricordi che meraviglia
la festa delle medie?
"Tu non vieni!".
Non importa, sai, ci avevo judo.
Ma se serve vi porto i dischi
così potrete ballare i lenti.
"Porta pure ma non entri!".
Io che credevo, io che speravo.
Parteciperò, mi autoinviterò,
dannata festa delle medie!
La cosa divertente è che la canzone parla, appunto, di una festa delle medie 
I Want To Know What Love Is
I gotta take a little time
A little time to think things over
I better read between the lines
In case I need it when I’m older
Now this mountain I must climb
Feels like a world upon my shoulders
I through the clouds I see love shine
It keeps me warm as life grows colder
In my life there’s been heartache and pain
I don’t know if I can face it again
Can’t stop now, I’ve traveled so far
To change this lonely life
I wanna know what love is
I want you to show me
I wanna feel what love is
I know you can show me
I’m gonna take a little time
A little time to look around me
I’ve got nowhere left to hide
It looks like love has finally found me
In my life there’s been heartache and pain
I don’t know if I can face it again
I can’t stop now, I’ve traveled so far
To change this lonely life
I wanna know what love is
I want you to show me
I wanna feel what love is
I know you can show me
I wanna know what love is
I want you to show me
And I wanna feel, I want to feel what love is
And I know, I know you can show me
Let’s talk about love
I wanna know what love is, the love that you feel inside
I want you to show me, and I’m feeling so much love
I wanna feel what love is, no, you just cannot hide
I know you can show me, yeah
I wanna know what love is, let’s talk about love
I want you to show me, I wanna feel it too
I wanna feel what love is, I want to feel it too
And I know and I know, I know you can show me
Show me love is real, yeah
I wanna know what love is…
Non so a te, ma a me questa parodia di Hey there Delilah fa molto ridere
I need love, love
To ease my mind
I need to find, find someone to call mine
But mama said
You can’t hurry love
No, you just have to wait
She said love don’t come easy
It’s a game of give and take
You can’t hurry love
No, you just have to wait
You got to trust, give it time
No matter how long it takes
But how many heartaches
Must I stand before I find a love
To let me live again
Right now the only thing
That keeps me hangin’ on
When I feel my strength, yeah
It’s almost gone
I remember mama said:
You can’t hurry love
No, you just have to wait
She said love don’t come easy
It’s a game of give and take
How long must I wait
How much more can I take
Before loneliness will cause my heart
Heart to break?
No I can’t bear to live my life alone
I grow impatient for a love to call my own
But when I feel that I, I can’t go on
These precious words keeps me hangin’ on
I remember mama said:
You can’t hurry love
No, you just have to wait
She said love don’t come easy
It’s a game of give and take
You can’t hurry love
No, you just have to wait
She said trust, give it time
No matter how long it takes
No, love, love, don’t come easy
But I keep on waiting
Anticipating for that soft voice
To talk to me at night
For some tender arms
To hold me tight
I keep waiting
I keep on waiting
But it ain’t easy
It ain’t easy
But mama said:
You can’t hurry love
No, you just have to wait
She said to trust, give it time
No matter how long it takes
You can’t hurry love
No, you just have to wait
She said love don’t come easy
It’s a game of give and take
Ovvero il film sulla vita di Bob Dylan. Un film per iniziati, visto non essendolo si fatica a trovare il capo e la coda.
Bella la colonna sonora, manco a dirlo.
(Con il senno di poi, forse anche io non avrei dovuto essere lì a vederlo?)
turned cartwheels ‘cross the floor
I was feeling kind of seasick
but the crowd called out for more
The room was humming harder
as the ceiling flew away
When we called out for another drink
the waiter brought a tray
And so it was that later
as the Miller told his tale
that her face,
at first just ghostly
turned a whiter shade of pale
She said there is no reason
and the truth is plain to see
But I wandered through my playing cards
and would not let her be
one of sixteen vestal virgins
who were leaving for the coast
And although my eyes were open
they might just as well’ve been closed
And so it was that later
as the Miller told his tale
that her face,
at first just ghostly
turned a whiter shade of pale
And so it was…
Signore e signori, ecco a voi un ottimo antistress (e la versione di Grover Washington Jr. è bella quasi quanto l’originale)
Ho sentito una volta sola il nuovo singolo di Max Pezzali, Torno subito, ed è già lì che mi gira in testa, e che si fa canticchiare come un vero tormentone.
Mannaggiallui
You take a mortal man,
And put him in control
Watch him become a god,
Watch peoples heads aroll
Aroll…
/chorus/
Just like the pied piper
Led rats through the streets
We dance like marionettes,
Swaying to the symphony…
Of destruction
Acting like a robot,
Its metal brain corrodes.
You try to take its pulse,
Before the head explodes.
Explodes…
/chorus/
The earth starts to rumble
World powers fall
Awarring for the heavens,
A peaceful man stands tall
Tall…
