Soave sia il vento

Menage a trois settecentesco. Musica Salisburghese, testo Veneziano.

Soave sia il vento,
Tranquilla sia l’onda,
Ed ogni elemento
Benigno risponda
Ai nostri desir.

Michael Jackson, Don’t stop till you get enough

Il video qui sotto rappresenta il mio Michael Jackson preferito.   Al video segue il testo.

Lovely Is The Feelin’ Now
Fever, Temperatures Risin’ Now
Power (Ah Power) Is The Force The Vow
That Makes It Happen It Asks No Questions Why (Ooh)
So Get Closer (Closer Now)
To My Body Now Just Love Me
‘Til You Don’t Know How (Ooh)

Keep On With The Force Don’t Stop
Don’t Stop ‘Til You Get Enough

Touch Me And I Feel On Fire
Ain’t Nothin’ Like A Love Desire (Ooh)
I’m Melting (I’m Melting)
Like Hot Candle Wax Sensation (Ah Sensation)
Lovely Where We’re At (Ooh)
So Let Love Take Us Through The Hours
I Won’t Be Complanin’
‘Cause This Is Love Power (Ooh)

Keep On With The Force Don’t Stop
Don’t Stop ‘Til You Get Enough

Heartbreak Enemy Despise
Eternal (Ah Eternal)
Love Shines In My Eyes (Ooh)
So Let Love Take Us Through The Hours
I Won’t Be Complanin’ (No No)
‘Cause Your Love Is Alright, Alright

Keep On With The Force Don’t Stop
Don’t Stop ‘Til You Get Enough

Lovely Is The Feeling Now I Won’t Be Complanin’ (Ooh Ooh)
The Force Is Love Power

Keep On With The Force Don’t Stop
Don’t Stop ‘Til You Get Enough

Vasco Rossi, Sally

Attendo con impazienza il concerto del primo Maggio del piu’ bravo e popolare poeta Italiano vivente. So che si appresta a cantare anche Sally, una delle sue canzoni piu’ tristi e nostalgiche. Nella storia della lingua Italiana, Petrarca, Tasso, Parini e D’Annunzio hanno scritto bellissime poesie. Ecco, io credo che Vasco Rossi ha scritto una poesia bella almeno quantole loro piu’ belle poesie parlando della signora Sally, una donna sui quaranta negli anni novanta. Al video, segue il testo.

Sally cammina per la strada senza nemmeno
guardare per terra
Sally è una donna che non ha più voglia
di fare la guerra
Sally ha patito troppo
Sally ha già visto che cosa
ti può crollare addosso !
Sally è già stata punita !
per ogni sua distrazione o debolezza
per ogni candida carezza
data per non sentire l’amarezza
senti che fuori piove
senti che bel rumore…

Sally cammina per la strada sicura
senza pensare a niente
ormai guarda la gente
con aria indifferente
sono lontani quei momenti
quando uno sguardo provocava turbamenti
quando la vita era più facile
e si potevano mangiare anche le fragole
perché la vita è un brivido che vola via
è tutto un equilibrio sopra la follia
…sopra follia !
senti che fuori piove
senti che bel rumore…

Ma forse Sally è proprio questo il senso…il senso…
del tuo vagare
forse davvero ci si deve sentire
alla fine un pò male
Forse alla fine di questa triste storia
qualcuno troverà il coraggio
per affrontare i sensi di colpa
e cancellarli da questo viaggio
per vivere davvero ogni momento
con ogni suo turbamento
e come se fosse l’ultimo…

Sally cammina per la strada leggera
ormai è sera
si accendono le luci dei lampioni
tutta la gente corre a casa davanti alle televisioni
ed un pensiero le passa per la testa
“forse la vita non è stata tutta persa”…
“forse qualcosa s’è salvato”…
“forse davvero…non è stato poi tutto sbagliato”…
“forse era giusto così!?!”….
……..eheheheh!………
forse ma forse ma sì..!!

cosa vuoi che ti dica io
“senti che bel rumore”…

L’Angelo di Edimburgo

Il Signor Danny MacAskill mostra in questo video qui sotto alcune incredibili acrobazie realizzate sulla sua bicicletta.

Soundgarden, Black Hole Sun

 Canzone e video apocalittici prodotti nel 1994, ma di una certa attualita’. Segue il testo.

 

 

In my eyes, indisposed
In disguise as no one knows
Hides the face, lies the snake
in The sun in my disgrace
Boiling heat, summer stench
‘Neath the black the sky looks dead
Call my name through the cream
And I’ll hear you scream again

Black hole sun
Won’t you come
And wash away the rain
Black hole sun
Won’t you come
Won’t you come

Stuttering, cold and damp
Steal the warm wind tired friend
Times are gone for honest men
And sometimes far too long for snakes
In my shoes, a walking sleep
And my youth I pray to keep
Heaven send Hell away
No one sings like you anymore

Hang my head, drown my fear
Till you all just disappear

Katy Perry, thinking of you

Inaspettatamente Katy  Perry ha stregato anche me.

Comparisons are easily done
Once you’ve had a taste of perfection
Like an apple hanging from a tree
I picked the ripest one
I still got the seed

You said move on
Where do I go
I guess second best
Is all I will know

Cause when I’m with him
I am thinking of you
Thinking of you
What you would do if
You were the one
Who was spending the night
Oh I wish that I
Was looking into your eyes

You’re like an Indian summer
In the middle of winter
Like a hard candy
With a surprise center
How do I get better
Once I’ve had the best
You said there’s
Tons of fish in the water
So the waters I will test

He kissed my lips
I taste your mouth
He pulled me in
I was disgusted with myself

Cause when I’m with him
I am thinking of you
Thinking of you
What you would do if
You were the one
Who was spending the night
Oh I wish that I
Was looking into…

You’re the best
And yes I do regret
How I could let myself
Let you go
Now the lesson’s learned
I touched it I was burned
Oh I think you should know

Cause when I’m with him
I am thinking of you
Thinking of you
What you would do if
You were the one
Who was spending the night
Oh I wish that I
Was looking into your eyes
Looking into your eyes
Looking into your eyes
Oh won’t you walk through
And bust in the door
And take me away
Oh no more mistakes
Cause in your eyes I’d like to stay…

manic street preachers, if you tolerate this your children will be next

Ispirata alla guerra civile spagnola e al racconto di Orwell Omaggio alla Catalogna, questa canzone dei gallesi Manic Street Preachers e’ una intensa ballata contro la guerra e un monito per tutti noi. Segue il testo

The future teaches you to be alone
The present to be afraid and cold
So if I can shoot rabbits
Then I can shoot fascists

Bullets for your brain today
But well forget it all again
Monuments put from pen to paper
Turns me into a gutless wonder

And if you tolerate this
Then your children will be next
And if you tolerate this
Then your children will be next
Will be next
Will be next
Will be next

Gravity keeps my head down
Or is it maybe shame
At being so young and being so vain

Holes in your head today
But Im a pacifist
Ive walked la ramblas
But not with real intent

And if you tolerate this
Then your children will be next
And if you tolerate this
Then your children will be next
Will be next
Will be next
Will be next
Will be next

And on the street tonight an old man plays
With newspaper cuttings of his glory days

And if you tolerate this
Then your children will be next
And if you tolerate this
Then your children will be next
Will be next
Will be next
Will be next

Italia ventottesima nel turismo

Nonostante l’Italia possieda il piu’ grande patimonio archeologico al mondo ed abbia buoni ospedali ed aeroporti, i Paese e’ solo ventottesimo nella classifica della competitivita’ del settore turistico secondo un recente rapporto del World Economic Forum. Il pessimo piazzamento nel settore e’ dovuto ai regolamenti bizantini imposti da una burocrazia lenta e tesa a scoraggiare ogni investimento nel settore. Altre cause del pessimo piazzamento sono la scarsa efficienza dei trasporti via terra e la scarsa attenzione allo sviluppo del settore in maniera eco-sostenibile. La classifica dei primi trenta Paesi segue qui sotto:

 

Posizione	Paese	Punteggio
1	Svizzera	5.68
2	Austria	5.46
3	Germania	5.41
4	Francia	5.34
5	Canada	5.32
6	Spagna	5.29
7	Svezia	5.28
8	Stati Uniti	5.28
9	Australia	5.24
10	Singapore	5.24
11	Regno Unito	5.22
12	Hong Kong	5.18
13	Olanda	5.09
14	Danimarca	5.08
15	Finlandia	5.07
16	Islanda	5.07
17	Portogall	5.01
18	Irlanda	4.99
19	Norvegia	4.97
20	Nuova Zelanda	4.94
21	Cipro	4.92
22	Belgio	4.92
23	Lussemburgo	4.92
24	Grecia	4.91
25	Giappone	4.91
26	Repubblica Ceca	4.86
27	Estonia	4.83
28	Italia	4.78
29	Malta	4.77
30	Barbados	4.77

 

 

Bach, Suite numero 1

White lies, Death

Dal primo album dei White Lies, il video di Death mischia la musica pop anni ’80 e l’attrazione per la morte di Edgar Allan Poe. Segue il testo.

I love the feeling when we lift up
watching the world so small below
I love the dreaming when I think of
the safety in the clouds out my window
I wonder what keeps us so high up
could there be a love beneath these wings
if we suddenly fall should I scream out
or keep very quite and cling to my mouth as i’m crying
so frightened of dying
relax yes i’m trying
this fears got a hold on me

yes, this fears got a hold on me

I love the quite of the night time
when the sun in the deathly sea
I can feel my heart beating as I speed from
then sense of time catching up with me
the sky set out like a pathway
but who decides which path we take
as people drift into a dream world
I close my eyes as my hands shake and when i see a new day
who’s driving this anyway
I picture my own grave
cause fears got a hold on me

yes this fears got a hold on me

Floating neither up or down I wonder when I’ll hit the ground
well the earth beneath my body shake
and cast your sleeping hearts awake
could it tremble stars from moon light skies
could it drag a tear from your cold eyes
I live on the right side I sleep in the left
that’s why everything’s got to be love or death

yes this fears got a hold on me

The Killers, All these things that I’ve done

Questa canzone mischia rock, pop e gospel, e’ secondo me la piu’ bella dei Killers finora. Al video segue il testo.

When there’s nowhere else to run
Is there room for one more son
One more son
If you can hold on
If you can hold on, hold on
I wanna stand up, I wanna let go
You know, you know – no you don’t, you don’t
I wanna shine on in the hearts of men
I want a meaning from the back of my broken hand

Another head aches, another heart breaks
I am so much older than I can take
And my affection, well it comes and goes
I need direction to perfection, no no no no

Help me out
Yeah, you know you got to help me out
Yeah, oh don’t you put me on the blackburner
You know you got to help me out

And when there’s nowhere else to run
Is there room for one more son
These changes ain’t changing me
The cold-hearted boy I used to be

Yeah, you know you got to help me out
Yeah, oh don’t you put me on the blackburner
You know you got to help me out
You’re gonna bring yourself down
Yeah, you’re gonna bring yourself down
Yeah, you’re gonna bring yourself down

I got soul, but I’m not a soldier
I got soul, but I’m not a soldier
…

Yeah, you know you got to help me out
Yeah, oh don’t you put me on the blackburner
You know you got to help me out
You’re gonna bring yourself down
You’re gonna bring yourself down
Yeah, oh don’t you put me on the blackburner
Yeah, you’re gonna bring yourself down

Over and out, last call for sin
While everyone’s lost, the battle is won
With all these things that I’ve done
All these things that I’ve done
If you can hold on
If you can hold on

 Dedico questa canzone a Matteo, che mi ha recentement onorato con una citazione.

Vasco Rossi, Vivere una favola

“Guarda la citta’, macchine veloci, genti piu’ capaci…” cantava Vasco Rossi piu’ di vent’anni fa. Qui sotto un video di una sua recente esibizione dal vivo allo Stadio Olimpico di Roma. Segue il testo.

Guarda, guarda la’,
guarda la citta’,
quante cose che
sembrano piu’ grandi,
sembrano pesanti
guarda quante verita’,
quante, tutte qua,
quante, quanti che
corrono felici,
guarda nei prati,

cosa non farei,
io non voglio correre
e tu non riderai,
cosa non darei,
per stare su una nuvola.

Grande la citta’, grande,
guarda la.
Grandi novita’
macchine veloci, genti piu’ capaci
guarda quante societa’
quante non si sa
quanti vincono, altri muoiono
io non lo so

cosa non farei
io non voglio perdere
non ridere
cosa non darei
per vivere su un’isola.

Cosa non farei, io non voglio perdere
non ridere
cosa non darei
per vivere una favola.

AC/DC, Shook Me All Night Long

Siamo nel 1980, gli australiani AC/DC, dopo aver seppellito il loro cantante Bon Scott morto soffocato nel suo vomito dopo una notte di bagordi, assumono Brian Johnson e partono per un trionfale tour negli Stati Uniti con questa canzone tutta sesso, droga e rock and roll. Irresistibile.

She was a fast machine
She kept her motor clean
She was the best damn woman I had ever seen […that I, ever seen]
She had the sightless eyes
Telling me no lies
Knockin’ me out with those American thighs
Taking more than her share
Had me fighting for air
She told me to come but I was already there
‘Cause the walls start shaking
The earth was quaking
My mind was aching
And we were making it and you –

Shook me all night long
Yeah you shook me all night long
Working double time
On the seduction line
She was one of a kind, she’s just mine all mine
She wanted no applause [Taking no applause]
Just another course
Made a meal out of me and came back for more
Had to cool me down
To take another round
Now I’m back in the ring to take another swing
‘Cause the walls were shaking
The earth was quaking
My mind was aching
And we were making it and you –
CHORUS
And knocked me out and then you
Shook me all night long
You had me shakin’ and you
Shook me all night long
Yeah you shook me
Well you took me
You reall took me and you
Shook me all night long
Ooooh you
Shook me all night long
Yeah, yeah, you
Shook me all night long
Your really took me and you
Yeah you shook me, yeah you shook me
All night long

Stephen Malkmus & the Jicks, Hopscotch Willie

Questi mi ricordano i Doors. Dall’album Real Emotional Trash uscito qualche mese fa. Segue il testo.

Hopscotch Willie swore he was framed
He was a mark not a killer so he declaimed
It was a classic example of a fall guy

Facts all point to a skinny white ass
He had the motive and the means and a weapon to match
And if he managed to escape the long arms of the law I will be shocked
Because I know that he is going down

The dick said to Willie
You’re in the clink
So save the pity party for the county shrink
I’m sure he’ll find some profound parallels to mine

You can’t blame me for my guilty face
It was a gift from my mother my father
In place of all the love they should have given
They just left me with this dirty DNA that makes you think I’m the one you want

Do a little hopscotch
Do a little hopscotch
Do a little hopscotch
Willie hopscotch
Do a little hopscotch
Willie hopscotch
Do a little Willie hopscotch
Willie hopscotch
Do a little hopscotch
Willie hopscotch
Do a Willie Willie hopscotch
Willie hopscotch
Do a little hopscotch
Willie hopscotch
Do a little Willie hopscotch
Willie Willie Hopscotch Willie

This all went down not far away
Just a weak stone’s throw from Sheep’s Head Bay
A corpse was found in pieces underneath the pier

Willie was found not far from the scene
He was panting like a pit-bull minus the mean
He was panting like a pit-bull
Panting like a pit-bull
Panting like a pit-bull
Panting like a pit-bull

Miriam Makeba, Khawuleza

Nel video qui sotto Miriam Makeba canta la disperazione dei neri confinati nelle riserve attorno alle citta’ Sudafricane ed esposti ai soprusi della polizia del regime razzista Sudafricano. Un regime che l’ha condannata a 30 anni di esilio, ma che alla fine e’ stato sconfitto. Anche grazie a lei.

Su Miriam Makeba segnalo i messaggi di condoglianze di Roberto Saviano, Maurizio Braucci, euromusica, chartitalia, e rockspolitik.

Eminem, Lose yourself

Combattere la poverta’ con la musica, la poesia. Questo canta Eminem in Lose yourself. Segue il testo.

Look, if you had one shot, or one opportunity
To seize everything you ever wanted-One moment
Would you capture it or just let it slip?

Yo, His palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy
There’s vomit on his sweater already, mom’s spaghetti
He’s nervous, but on the surface he looks calm and ready
To drop bombs, but he keeps on forgetting
What he wrote down, the whole crowd grows so loud
He opens his mouth, but the words won’t come out
He’s chokin, how everybody’s jokin now
The clock’s run out, time’s up over, bloah!
Snap back to reality, Oh there goes gravity
Oh, there goes Rabbit, he choked
He’s so mad, but he won’t give up that easy
No, he won’t have it , he knows his whole back city’s ropes
It don’t matter, he’s dope
He knows that, but he’s broke
He’s so stagnant that he knows
When he goes back to his mobile home, that’s when it’s
Back to the lab again yo
This whole rapsody
He better go capture this moment and hope it don’t pass on him

You better lose yourself in the music, the moment
You want it, you better never let it go
You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow
This opportunity comes once in a lifetime yo,

You better lose yourself in the music, the moment
You want it, you better never let it go
You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow
This opportunity comes once in a lifetime you better,

His soul’s escaping, through this hole that it’s gaping
This world is mine for the taking
Make me king, as we move toward a, new world order
A normal life is borin, but superstardom’s close to post mortom
It only grows harder, only grows hotter
He blows us all over these hoes is all on him
Coast to coast shows, he’s known as the globetrotter
Lonely roads, God only knows
He’s grown farther from home, he’s no father
He goes home and barely knows his own daughter
But hold your nose cause here goes the cold water
These ho’s don’t want him no mo, he’s cold product
They moved on to the next schmoe who flows
He nose dove and sold nada
So the soap opera is told and unfolds
I suppose its old partner, but the beat goes on
Da da dum da dum da da da da

You better lose yourself in the music, the moment
You want it, you better never let it go
You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow
This opportunity comes once in a lifetime yo,

You better lose yourself in the music, the moment
You want it, you better never let it go
You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow
This opportunity comes once in a lifetime you better,

No more games, I’ma change what you call rage
Tear this mothaf**kin roof off like 2 dogs caged
I was playin in the beginnin, the mood all changed
I been chewed up and spit out and booed off stage
But I kept rhymin and stepwritin the next cypher
Best believe somebody’s payin the pied piper
All the pain inside amplified by the fact
That I can’t get by with my 9 to 5
And I can’t provide the right type of life for my family
Cause man, these goddam food stamps don’t buy diapers
And it’s no movie, there’s no Makai Pfeiffer, this is my life
And these times are so hard and it’s getting even harder
Tryin to feed and water my seed, plus
Teeter-totter caught up between being a father and a prima donna
Baby mama drama’s screamin on and
Too much for me to wanna
Stay in one spot, another day of monotony
Has gotten me to the point, I’m like a snail
I’ve got to formulate a plot or end up in jail or shot
Success is my only mothaf**kin option, failure’s not
Mom, I love you, but this trailer’s got to go
I cannot grow old in Salem’s lot
So here I go is my shot.
Feet fail me not this may be the only opportunity that I got

You better lose yourself in the music, the moment
You want it, you better never let it go
You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow
This opportunity comes once in a lifetime yo

You better lose yourself in the music, the moment
You want it, you better never let it go
You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow
This opportunity comes once in a lifetime you better,

You can do anything you set your mind to, man

Bill Withers, Kissing My Love

Cresciuto in una citta’ di minatori della Virginia dell’Ovest, Bill Withers ha lavorato in una fabbrica che produceva bagni per gli aerei della Boeing prima di raggiungere il successo negli anni ’70. Forse e’ la sua storia di operaio a fare si’ che le sue canzoni siano semplici e dirette. Un esempio di intensa semplicita’ e’ “Kissing my love”, che le sensazioni dell’amore. Segue il testo.

Whoa now
When I’m kissing my love
Yeah thump a thumping in my head

Whoa now
When I’m kissing my love
I close my eyes and see a pretty city
With a million flowers babe

Now I can hear the angels sing
Songs that only angels sing
She’s such a pretty thing
That I can feel my heart
Just a thumping and a skipping
When I’m kissing my love

Whoa now
When I’m kissing my love
Feel the blood a pumping in my veins
Whoa now
When I’m kissing my love
She’s such a tender sender
With her sweet young friends

She’s so good at what she does
All she wants to do is kiss and hug
She’s got me in love
And I can feel my heart
Just a thumping and a skipping
When I’m kissing my love

Put your foot on the rock and pat your foot,
Don’t stop, put your foot on the rock
(x8)

Khaled, Didi

Khaled e’ il piu’ famoso cantante algerino e nella sua musica mischia la tradizione della musica algerina a quella Occidentale. Didi e’ stata record di vendite in Europa, Asia e Africa e ha reso Khaled piu’ popolare di Michael Jackson in India. (Segue il testo). 

Ana pharl rlia ountia la
Manderlek brida manebki rlek
La zharl la mimoun la gozel

Didi didi didi di hazine di ouah
Didi ouah didi didi di hazine di didi hey yeh

Manederlek brida manebki rlek
Manederlek brida mane sakse rlek
La zherl la mimoun la gozel

Didi didi didi di hazine di ouah
Didi ouah didi didi di hazine di didi hey Teh

La badek rlia el jbal ghaka
Derl el makadelech bal el ghaka
Hsabt el rnilioun ou rIa mendarga

Didi didi didi di hazine di ouah
Didi ouah didi didi di hazine di didi hey yeh

Damien Rice, Amie

Se vi e’ piaciuta The Blower’s daughter, Amie (dal vivo) potrebbe anche piacervi di piu’. Al filmato segue il testo.

Nothing unusual, nothing strange
Close to nothing at all
The same old scenario, the same old rain
And there’s no explosions here
Then something unusual, something strange
Comes from nothing at all
I saw a spaceship fly by your window
Did you see it disappear?Amie come sit on my wall
And read me the story of O
And tell it like you still believe
That the end of the century
Brings a change for you and me
Nothing unusual, nothing’s changed
Just a little older that’s all
You know when you’ve found it,
There’s something I’ve learned
‘Cause you feel it when they take it away

Something unusual, something strange
Comes from nothing at all
But I’m not a miracle
And you’re not a saint
Just another soldier
On the road to nowhere

Amie come sit on my wall
And read me the story of O
And tell it like you still believe
That the end of the century
Brings a change for you and me

And Amie come sit on my wall
And read me the story of O
And tell it like you still believe
That the end of the century
Brings a change for you and me

Damien Rice, The Blower’s Daughter

Come Joni Mitchell e Bon Iver, anche Damien Rice riesce ad emozionare solo con una chitarra ed una poesia. La voce di Damien Rice sembra stentata ma risulta potente, sembra a tratti stonata, ma poi si riprende con acuti purissimi. La poesia e’ splendida e descrive una serie di immagini semplici ma eterne, in qualche modo sconnesse tra loro ma collegate dall’ossessione per l’amata da cui il cantante non riesce a staccare i propri occhi. Forse l’amata e’ la misteriosa figlia del soffiatore, “the blower’s daughter” e chi e’ il soffiatore, forse il vento? Buon ascolto e buona lettura.

And so it is
Just like you said it would be
Life goes easy on me
Most of the time
And so it is
The shorter story
No love, no glory
No hero in her sky

I can’t take my eyes off of you
I can’t take my eyes off you
I can’t take my eyes off of you
I can’t take my eyes off you
I can’t take my eyes off you
I can’t take my eyes…

And so it is
Just like you said it should be
We’ll both forget the breeze
Most of the time
And so it is
The colder water
The blower’s daughter
The pupil in denial

I can’t take my eyes off of you
I can’t take my eyes off you
I can’t take my eyes off of you
I can’t take my eyes off you
I can’t take my eyes off you
I can’t take my eyes…

Did I say that I loathe you?
Did I say that I want to
Leave it all behind?

I can’t take my mind off of you
I can’t take my mind off you
I can’t take my mind off of you
I can’t take my mind off you
I can’t take my mind off you
I can’t take my mind…
My mind…my mind…
‘Til I find somebody new