Bark Psychosis - The Loom

You stand apart with the sinking sunlight.
I just came to watch you smile.
Clarity.
You work so hard that you don't knowwhat it's like to be sure.

It's gonna work out anyway.
It's gonna work out anyway.



Lucky Strike
Mozziconi persi nei parchi.
Il distillato della tenue malinconia adolescenziale
Condensato

HEEEEROIN

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Sight

Quanto a lungo sopporterò tutto questo,
quanto a lungo vi sopravviverò?
Straniato il corpo si appresta a riprendersi
dal flagello straziante dell'inverno
dal gelo esiziale.
Il vero raccolto è bruciato
il tempo che ho perso nell'autocompiacermi di essere lodato
ho deciso di essere un perdente
quando ho deciso di provare a vincere.

Open Wide

Mi affaccio dal balcone, fumo una sigaretta spiando le strade.
Sul viale di fronte a casa mia, devastato dall'abbandono
il solito via vai di zingari e uomini in tuta da jogging
o cani, o ragazzi delle scuole.
Di fronte a me, vedo il traffico del concessionario
e dell'officina, e del doposcuola al secondo piano
lo stesso che mi tiene sveglio fino alle 23:15
ora in cui spengono le insegne luminose.
Nessuno necessita sapere ciò che accade
ovunque si trovi e qualsiasi sia la proprio occupazione.
Mentre fumo mi chiedo che accade, io.
E' tutto facile.
Le montage, basse, una volta bruciavano sempre,
io vedevo da lontano il fuoco invaderle
e averne preso la meglio.
Nulla di percettibile accade da quella parte.
Mentre le strade si affannano a spingere le macchine lontano
lontano

Arctic Monkeys - Do Me a Favour

Well the morning was complete.

There was tears on the steering wheel dripping on the seat,

Several hours or several weeks,

I'd have the cheek to say they're equally as bleak!

 
It's the beginning of the end, the car went up the hill,

And disappeared around the bend, ask anyone they'll tell you that.

It's these times that it tends,

The start to breaking up, to start to fall apart

Oh! hold on to your heart.

 
Do me a favour, break my nose!

Do me a favour, tell me to go away!

Do me a favour, stop asking questions!

 
She walked away, well her shoes were untied,

And the eyes were all red,

You could see that we've cried, and I watched and I waited,

'Till she was inside, forcing a smile and waving goodbye.

 
Curiousity becomes a heavy load,

Too heavy to hold, too heavy to hold.

Curiousity becomes a heavy load,

Too heavy to hold, will force you to be cold.

 
And do me a favour, and ask if you need some help!

She said, do me a favour and stop flattering yourself!

How to tear apart the ties that bind, perhaps fuck off, might be too kind,

Perhaps fuck off, might be too kind.

The Eternal - Joy Division

Procession moves on, the shouting is over,

Praise to the glory of loved ones now gone.

Talking aloud as they sit round their tables,

Scattering flowers washed down by the rain.

Stood by the gate at the foot of the garden,

Watching them pass like clouds in the sky,

Try to cry out in the heat of the moment,

Possessed by a fury that burns from inside.

 
Cry like a child, though these years make me older,

With children my time is so wastefully spent,

A burden to keep, though their inner communion,

Accept like a curse an unlucky deal.

Played by the gate at the foot of the garden,

My view stretches out from the fence to the wall,

No words could explain, no actions determine,

Just watching the trees and the leaves as they fall.

Avrei fatto meglio a saltare giù quel giorno

Tim Buckley - Chase the Blue Away

Well come along walk with me

And learn the songs that lovers sing

When they believe 

We'll dance along the river's edge

Just arm and arm along the moonlit shore

The midnight cries 

 
Well I just came to chase the blues away

For awhile 

 
Just like a child you'll cling to me

From every sound along that rushes near

It's just the breeze that licks your skin 

and rubs your breast

And as we lay our river's flow away

Your woman fear 

 
Well I just came to chase the blues away

For awhile 

 
With the morning sun we'll wake

And lift our eyes and watch the eagle fly

Up mountain high

And on his wings our love will climb

And never fail until he soars and dives

Oh, he'll take your breath away 

 
Well, he just came to chase the blues away

For awhile


Nessuna canzone mi esprime tante sensazioni come questa. Alle volte le parole, la voce, sembra quasi farti entrare in vibrazione dentro, il profondo. Brividi

The Smiths - I know it's over

Oh Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head 

And as I climb into an empty bed 

Oh well. Enough said. 

I know it's over - still I cling 

I don't know where else I can go 

Oh ... 

Oh Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head 

See, the sea wants to take me 

The knife wants to slit me 

Do you think you can help me ? 

Sad veiled bride, please be happy 

Handsome groom, give her room 

Loud, loutish lover, treat her kindly 

(Though she needs you 

More than she loves you) 

And I know it's over - still I cling 

I don't know where else I can go 

Over and over and over and over 

Over and over, la ... 

I know it's over 

And it never really began 

But in my heart it was so real

And you even spoke to me, and said : 

"If you're so funny 

Then why are you on your own tonight ? 

And if you're so clever 

Then why are you on your own tonight ? 

If you're so very entertaining 

Then why are you on your own tonight ? 

If you're so very good-looking 

Why do you sleep alone tonight ? 

I know ... 

'Cause tonight is just like any other night 

That's why you're on your own tonight 

With your triumphs and your charms 

While they're in each other's arms..."

It's so easy to laugh 

It's so easy to hate 

It takes strength to be gentle and kind 

Over, over, over, over 

It's so easy to laugh 

It's so easy to hate 

It takes guts to be gentle and kind 

Over, over 

Love is Natural and Real 

But not for you, my love 

Not tonight, my love 

Love is Natural and Real 

But not for such as you and I, my love 

Oh Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head 

Oh Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head 

Oh Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head 

Oh Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my ... 

Oh Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head 

Oh Mother, I can even feel the soil falling over my head 

Oh Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head 

Oh Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my ...



Sto ascoltando molto gli Smiths. Mi vengono i brividi ascoltando There is a light that never goes out. Credo che nessuno possa mai scrivere una canzone che più si addice.

freddasventura

Una lunga assenza.
Cazzo.

(linux-user)

l'eco delle parole può sovvertire la normale perturbazione dell'atmosfera, fino a far sì che ogni cosa risuoni delle parole pronunciate. Perciò quelle parole faranno parte del mondo. quindi si pronuncerà il mondo. Sono stanco di sentir dire che bisogna impegnarsi, che le cose quando si fanno si fanno bene, non ho mai fatto nulla di buono, nulla a parte soffocare ogni istiinto a uccidere tutta quella gente che mi gira intorno con fare armonioso e confuso, come fosse convinta che bastano un paio di lacrime a pentirsi, che basta lamentarsi per rendere partecipi gli altri del proprio dolore. NO CAZZO, IO NON SONO EMPATICO.