venerdì 15 gennaio 2016
La prima del giorno
she don't seem to worry
I don't seem to mind
We don't need to rush, little girl
Take our precious time
You know when you get there
You know just what to do
It don't
It don't bother me
It shouldn't bother you
Do what you want to
Do what pleases you
Do what you oughta do
This time
Cause it ain't luck
Sure ain't talk
I make it easy babe
So come on
Cause it ain't luck
Sure ain't talk
I make it easy babe
So come on
come on now
Feel like the old days
When I'm alone with you
Lay down together girl
kick off both my shoes
We never seem to hurry
no, don't seem to care
meet me on with you little girl
wrap me in your hair
Do what you want to
Do what pleases you
Do what you oughta do
This time
Cause it ain't luck
Sure ain't talk
I make it easy babe
So come
So come on
Cause it ain't luck
Sure ain't talk
I make it easy babe
So come
So come on now
Cause it ain't luck
Sure ain't talk
I make it easy babe
So come
So come on now
Cause it ain't luck
Sure ain't talk
I make it easy babe
So come
So come on now
giovedì 14 gennaio 2016
La prima del giorno
L’alternativa a un qualsiasi percorso
si sceglie con attenzione
e non conta l’armonia
Ho la coscienza sporca ancora
da quella volta in cui
camminavamo insieme al parco
il resto già lo sai
Se non sai fidarti di un amico
è meglio che non parti
se non sai guardarti indietro
è meglio che non salti
L’alternativa a un qualsiasi percorso
si sceglie con attenzione
e non conta l’armonia
L’alternativa a un qualsiasi percorso di via
si stima con precisione
non si presta orecchio all’armonia
Mi trovo spesso a ripensarci
a discuterne con te
ma non troviamo alcuna relazione
di causa – effetto
Se non sai ascoltare
è meglio che non parli
se non sai accordare uno strumento a orecchio
forse è meglio che non canti
L’alternativa a un qualsiasi percorso
si sceglie con attenzione
e non conta l’armonia
L’alternativa a un qualsiasi percorso di via
si stima con precisione
non si presta orecchio all’armonia
mercoledì 13 gennaio 2016
La prima del giorno
Mama told me when I was young
Come sit beside me, my only son
And listen closely to what I say.
And if you do this
It will help you some sunny day.
Take your time... Don't live too fast,
Troubles will come and they will pass.
Go find a woman and you'll find love,
And don't forget son,
There is someone up above.
And be a simple kind of man.
Be something you love and understand.
Baby, be a simple kind of man.
Oh won't you do this for me son,
If you can?
Forget your lust for the rich man's gold
All that you need is in your soul,
And you can do this if you try.
All that I want for you my son,
Is to be satisfied.
Boy, don't you worry.
You'll find yourself.
Follow your heart,
And nothing else.
You can do this,
If you try.
All that I want for you my son,
Is to be satisfied.
Baby, be a simple, be a simple man
Oh, be something you love and understand
Baby, be a simple kind of man
martedì 12 gennaio 2016
Come Don Chisciotte 2.3
Ecco lo streaming della puntata andata in onda giovedì 10 dicembre
Questi i brani trasmessi
1 – carnival – pornovisione cult
2 – mom blaster – mi troverai qui
3 – eagles of death metal – i love you all the time
4 – jello biafra – don’t mess with my toot toot
5 – warren haynes – glory road
6 – michele donati – ovunque
7 – alan toussaints – old records
8 – jolly joker – king size
9 – braski lacasse – friends
10 – you am i – buzz the boss
11 – boskovic – just in town
12 – DAP – stand back
13 – ivan graziani – taglia la testa al gallo
14 – jimi hendrix – auld lang syne
(per chi volesse scaricare la puntata in mp3 ed ascoltarla offline, cliccate su "ascolta con il tuo player" poi cliccate col tasto destro del mouse sul tasto Play e "salva audio/video come")
La prima del giorno
When the truth is found
To be lies
And all the joy
Within you dies
Don't you want somebody to love?
Don't you need somebody to love?
Wouldn't you love somebody to love?
You better find somebody to love
Love
When the garden flowers
Baby, are dead, yes
And your mind, your mind
Is so full of red
Don't you want somebody to love?
Don't you need somebody to love?
Wouldn't you love somebody to love?
You better find somebody to love
Your eyes, I say your eyes
May look like his
Yeah, but in your head, baby
I'm afraid you don't know where it is
Don't you want somebody to love?
Don't you need somebody to love?
Wouldn't you love somebody to love?
You better find somebody to love
Tears are running
They're all running down your dress
And your friends, baby
They treat you like a guest
Don't you want somebody to love?
Don't you need somebody to love?
Wouldn't you love somebody to love?
You better find somebody to love
lunedì 11 gennaio 2016
La prima del giorno
Ground Control to Major Tom
Ground Control to Major Tom
Take your protein pills
and put your helmet on
Ground Control to Major Tom
Commencing countdown,
engines on
Check ignition
and may God's love be with you
(spoken)
Ten, Nine, Eight, Seven, Six, Five, Four, Three, Two, One, Liftoff
This is Ground Control
to Major Tom
You've really made the grade
And the papers want to know whose shirts you wear
Now it's time to leave the capsule
if you dare
This is Major Tom to Ground Control
I'm stepping through the door
And I'm floating
in a most peculiar way
And the stars look very different today
For here
Am I sitting in a tin can
Far above the world
Planet Earth is blue
And there's nothing I can do
Though I'm past
one hundred thousand miles
I'm feeling very still
And I think my spaceship knows which way to go
Tell my wife I love her very much
she knows
Ground Control to Major Tom
Your circuit's dead,
there's something wrong
Can you hear me, Major Tom?
Can you hear me, Major Tom?
Can you hear me, Major Tom?
Can you....
Here am I floating
round my tin can
Far above the Moon
Planet Earth is blue
And there's nothing I can do.
Torre di Controllo a Maggiore Tom,
Torre di Controllo a Maggiore Tom,
Prendi le tue pillole di proteine e mettiti il casco.
Torre di Controllo a Maggiore Tom
comincia il conto alla rovescia,
accendi i motori,
controlla l'accensione
e che Dio ti assista.
(parlato)
Dieci, nove, otto, sette, sei, cinque,
quattro, tre, due, uno, Partenza
Questa è la Torre di Controllo
a Maggiore Tom,
Ce l'hai proprio fatta
E i giornali vogliono sapere che marca di camicia porti
E' arrivato il momento di lasciare la capsula se te la senti.
Qui è Maggiore Tom a Torre di Controllo,
Sto uscendo dalla porta
E sto galleggiando nello spazio
in modo strano
E le stelle sembrano molto diverse oggi.
Perché
Sto seduto in un barattolo di latta,
Lontano sopra il mondo,
Il pianeta Terra è blu
E non c'è niente che io possa fare.
Malgrado sia lontano
più di centomila miglia,
Mi sento molto tranquillo,
E penso che la mia astronave sappia dove andare
Dite a mia moglie che la amo tanto,
lei lo sa
Torre di Controllo a Maggiore Tom
Il tuo circuito si è spento,
c'è qualcosa che non va
Mi senti, Maggiore Tom?
Mi senti, Maggiore Tom?
Mi senti, Maggiore Tom?
Mi senti......
Sono qui che galleggio
attorno al mio barattolo di latta,
Lontano sopra la Luna,
Il pianeta Terra è blu
E non c'è niente che io possa fare
Etichette:
2016,
canzoni,
david bowie,
la prima del giorno,
musica
domenica 10 gennaio 2016
La prima del giorno
Brewton Alabama at The Colonial Inn,
hot day, old orange juice, some vodka on a night stand,
there's a Chevy Nova with the seat burned out the back,
from a Winston cigarette, that was stumped into the wind
old Bobby Long was like Zorba the Greek,
Side-tracked by the scent of a woman,
Could've been an actor on a moviescreen
Stayed in Alabama just a dreamer of dreams
He played football against W.S.E.O.
should've seen him running down the field
I grow old, I grow old where the bottoms of my
trousers rolled
it's a love song, for Bobby Long
A love song, for Bobby Long
he was a handsome man, he had Cherokee cheeckbones
a fair haired boy, where did he go wrong,
he chose a roadless travel, made all the difference,
now he's chastisezed, critisiezed he don't make no sense
Brewton called him crazy, he said Bobby Long was nothing but a drunk,
but all the thoughts in his head was way passed anything they duwmb funk
it's a love song, for Bobby Long
a love song, for Bobby Long
but don't get me wrong, Bobby Long was no good,
he'd drag you down, if he thought he could
well he would drag you down,
the road I ride will be the day for me
won't come along
the road I ride is gonna set me free
he's gonna take me home
he was a friend of my papa's he used to drink and tell lies
praised Flannery O'Connors, smoked cigarettes and filosophied
so here I am at The Colonial Inn
me and Captain Long and my pretty girl-friend
he charmes her with a poem, then he brakes down and cries
smile a crooked smile, with his broken cheeck-bone side
tells about his life, now he's 63,
he looks me in the eyes, he says come and go with me
he could walk on water, walk on water
but you know you drown themselves and wine
god and a devil, god and a devil,
god and a devil along inside his mind
it's a love song, for Bobby Long
a love song, for Bobby Long
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