Lyrics in your head right now Thread

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Scritto da: Corcaigh 11/11/2006 16.42
I Cure, in teoria, non dovrebbero mettere allegria.

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lo so... hai perfettamente ragione..! ma nelle mie reazioni emotive all'ascolto di Robert Smith e compagni, Friday i'm in love è un'eccezione...! e cmq non rientra nemmeno in quelle che definirei le mie canzoni preferite dei cure, anche se ieri ce l'avevo in mente...

le mie preferite forse sono boys don't cry, trust e to wish impossible things...ah, e lullaby...

1980, Boys Don't Cry: grande canzone

I would say i'm sorry
If i thought that it would change your mind
But i know that this time
I've said too much
Been too unkind
I try to laugh about it
Cover it all up with lies
I try and
Laugh about it
Hiding the tears in my eyes
'cause boys don't cry
Boys don't cry

I would break down at your feet
And beg forgiveness
Plead with you
But i know that
It's too late
And now there's nothing i can do

So i try to laugh about it
Cover it all up with lies
I try to
Laugh about it
Hiding the tears in my eyes
'cause boys don't cry

I would tell you
That i loved you
If i thought that you would stay
But i know that it's no use
That you've already
Gone away

Misjudged your limits
Pushed you too far
Took you for granted
I thought that you needed me more

Now i would do most anything
To get you back by my side
But i just
Keep on laughing
Hiding the tears in my eyes
'cause boys don't cry
Boys don't cry
Boys don't cry

Remember how it used to be
When the sun would fill the sky
Remember how we used to feel
Those days would never end
Those days would never end

Remember how it used to be
When the stars would fill the sky
Remember how we used to dream
Those nights would never end
Those nights would never end

It was the sweetness of your skin
It was the hope of all we might have been
That filled me with the hope to wish
Impossible things
To wish impossible things

But now the sun shines cold
And all the sky is grey
The stars are dimmed by clouds and tears
And all I wish
Is gone away
All I wish
Is gone away

All I wish
Is gone away

When you were young
and your heart was an open book
You used to say live and let live
you know you did
you know you did
you know you did
But if this ever changin
in which we live in
Makes you give in and cry
Say live and let die
Live and let die

What does it matter to ya
When ya got a job to do
Ya got to do it well
You got to give the other fella hell

You used to say live and let live
you know you did
you know you did
you know you did
But if this ever changin
in which we live in
Makes you give in and cry
Say live and let die
Live and let die

un'altra colonna della storia della musica
...certo, ho l'originalità di un impiegato alle poste, ma ce l'ho in testa so....

live

Se dovessi cadere nel profondo dell'Inferno dentro un fiume nero come l'inchiostro
rotolare perduto tra i sacchi di immondizia in un baratro senza ritorno,
Se dovessi sparire nei meandri della terra e non vedere più la luce del giorno
ma è sempre soltanto la stessa vecchia storia e nessuno lo capirà

Ma lasciatemi qui nel mio pezzo di cielo ad affogare i cattivi ricordi
nelle vie di New York il poeta è da solo e nessuno lo salverà

Nel distretto 19 la vita corre svelta tra i palazzi e i boulevards di Parigi
gli emigrati che ballano ritmi zigani si scolano le nere e le verdi
lo sdentato inseguiva le ragazze straniere dai cappelli e dai vestiti leggeri
ma è sempre soltanto la stessa vecchia storia e nessuno lo capirà.

Ma lasciatemi qui nel mio pezzo di cielo ad affogare i cattivi ricordi
nelle vie di Parigi il poeta è da solo e nessuno lo salverà

Vecchia sporca Dublino per un figlio che ritorna sei una madre che attende al tramonto
con la puzza di alcool coi baci e le canzoni per chi è stato un prigionero lontano
c'è una bomba e una pistola, un inglese da accoppare e una divisa dell'esercito in verde
ma è sempre soltanto la stessa vecchia storia e nessuna lo capirà.

Ma lasciatemi qui nel mio pezzo di cielo ad affogare i cattivi ricordi
nelle vie di Dublino il poeta è da solo e nessuno lo salverà

[Modificato da Delbchaime 27/11/2006 22.06]

ancora nelle orecchie, nello stomaco ma soprattutto nel cuore l'eccezionale performance live di michael Franti di ieri sera
un uomo di contenuti
si ma soprattutto un uomo - e che uomo - di musica
bassi, ritmi ,soul ,jazz energia , sudore e reggae
questi cari miei
sono i tags di Franti e degli Spearhead....

Fire, fire, fire, light up ya lighter, fire fire fire
Armageddon is a deadly day, Armageddon is a deadly way
They commin for you everyday, While Senators on holiday

The Army recruiters in the parking lot, Hustling kids there jugglin pot
Listen young man, Listen to my plan , Gonna make you money, gonna make you a man

Bom Bom

Here’s what you get, An M-16 and a Kevlar vest
You might come home with one less leg, But this thing will surely keep a bullet out of your chest

So Come on Come on, Sign up, Come on
This one’s nothing like Vietnam
Except for the bullets, Except for the bombs,
Except for the youth that’s gone

Chorus
So we keep it on, til ya coming home, Higher and Higher
Fire, fire, fire, light up ya lighter, fire fire fire, so we keep it on
Til ya commin home, higher and higher
Fire, fire, fire, light up ya lighter, fire fire fire

Tell me President tell if you will,
How many people does a smart bomb kill
How many of em do you think we got,
The General says we never miss a shot
And we never ever ever keep a body count,
we killin so efficiently we can’t keep count
In the Afghan hills the rebels still fightin,
Opium fields keep providin
The best heroin that money can buy
and nobody knows where Osama bin hidin
The press conferences keep on lyin like we don’t know

Some say engine engine number nine,
Machine guns on a New York transit line
The war for oil is a war for the beast,
the war on terror is a war on peace
Tellin you they’re gonna protect you,
Tellin you that they support the troops
Don’t let them fool you with their milk and honey,
No they only want your money
One step forward and two steps back,
Why do veterans get no respect
PTSD and a broken back,
Take a look at where your moneys gone seen
Take a look at what they spend it on
No excuses, No illusions

[Modificato da fergus 28/11/2006 10.18]

Oh farewell you streets of sorrow
And farewell you streets of pain
I'll not return to feel more sorrow
Nor to see more young men slain
Through the last six years I've lived through terror
And in the darkened streets the pain
Oh how I long to find some solace
In my mind I curse the strain

So farewell you streets of sorrow
And farewell you streets of pain
No I'll not return to feel more sorrow
Nor to see more young men slain

There were six men in Birmingham
In Guildford there's four
That were picked up and tortured
And framed by the law
And the filth got promotion
But they're still doing time
For being Irish in the wrong place
And at the wrong time
In Ireland they'll put you away in the Maze
In England they'll keep you for seven long days
God help you if ever you're caught on these shores
The coppers need someone
And they walk through that door

You'll be counting years
First five, then ten
Growing old in a lonely hell
Round the yard and the stinking cell
From wall to wall, and back again

A curse on the judges, the coppers and screws
Who tortured the innocent, wrongly accused
For the price of promotion
And justice to sell
May the judged be their judges when they rot down in hell

You'll be counting years
First five, then ten
Growing old in a lonely hell
Round the yard and the lousy cell
From wall to wall, and back again

May the whores of the empire lie awake in their beds
And sweat as they count out the sins on their heads
While over in Ireland eight more men lie dead
Kicked down and shot in the back of the head

You'll be counting years
First five, then ten
Growing old in a freezing hell
Round the yard and the lousy cell
From wall to wall, and back again

You'll be counting years
First five, then ten
Growing old in a lonely hell
Round the yard and the lousy cell
From wall to wall, and back again

I've got one from Spain
and two from Japan
I've got a couple from Israel and Azerbadjan
I've got a plenty from Poland but none from Sudan
or from Fiji or Uzbekistan

You know I can't believe I'm telling everyone that I know
That every stamp in my collection is a place we could go!

E' già qualche giorno che non mi esce dalla testa...mi ci sveglio la mattina, e dopo il concerto di ieri sera è l'unica canzone che mi riesce di cantare...e vabbè.
Però è bella.

Cenere - Marta sui tubi

Odio sorprendermi
e stare a un passo dal bisogno
di volere fare ancora un passo in più
sei schiuma sulle onde dei pensieri che si
affannano
sulle rocce calde di
quest'isola
comprerei da te...
ogni sorta di magia
ma se tu
vendi solo fuoco
brucerò sulla mia stessa cenere
E come anelli intorno al nulla
galleggiamo nell'inganno di un
sorriso
che ci schiaccia ma che non
c'incastra più
cerchi concentrici se vuoi
remavo contro ai tuoi
miracoli
gettavo ombre sui miei limiti
e non ho più...
più pensato ai sogni che ora
comprerei da te...
ogni sorta di magia
ma se tu
vendi solo fuoco
pagherò sulla mia stessa cenere

da quando ieri l'hanno suonata al concerto del primo maggio non me la riesco a togliere dalla testa



May God bless and keep you always,
May your wishes all come true,
May you always do for others
And let others do for you.
May you build a ladder to the stars
And climb on every rung,
May you stay forever young,
Forever young, forever young,
May you stay forever young.

May you grow up to be righteous,
May you grow up to be true,
May you always know the truth
And see the lights surrounding you.
May you always be courageous,
Stand upright and be strong,
May you stay forever young,
Forever young, forever young,
May you stay forever young.

May your hands always be busy,
May your feet always be swift,
May you have a strong foundation
When the winds of changes shift.
May your heart always be joyful,
May your song always be sung,
May you stay forever young,
Forever young, forever young,
May you stay forever young.

I'm going back to 505,
If its a 7 hour flight or a 45 minute drive,
In my imagination you're waiting lying on your side,
With your hands between your thighs,