mercoledì 28 gennaio 2009

Goodbye Love

Da quando Google si e' messo a suggerirmi le parole chiave da ricercare, oltre che i risultati, mi sento un po' meno unico, un po' meno brillante, un po' meno protagonista delle mie esperienze.


E forse e' per questo che mi da' fastidio che cominciando a scrivere su youtube "Bowie" lui me lo completa, suggerendomi al terzo posto quella Starman che cercavo.
O forse a darmi fastidio e' che c'e' voluto X-Factor, ieri, per tirar fuori dallo stagno dove si era rintanata, laggiu' in fondo al cuore, questa canzone e la voglia di tirar su la chitarra e, indossato il cappello suonatore, darci un'occhiata.
Che e' poi la solita storia, che la musica ti sceglie, che ti sta dentro magari per anni e poi salta fuori come un predatore quando sente l'odore del sangue.
Che scorre copioso.
E stanotte non viene proprio voglia di dormire.

Goodbye love
Didnt know what time it was the lights were low oh how
I leaned back on my radio oh oh
Some cat was layin down some rock n roll lotta soul, he said
Then the loud sound did seem to fade a ade
Came back like a slow voice on a wave of phase ha hase
That werent no d.j. that was hazy cosmic jive

Theres a starman waiting in the sky
Hed like to come and meet us
But he thinks hed blow our minds
Theres a starman waiting in the sky
Hes told us not to blow it
Cause he knows its all worthwhile
He told me:
Let the children lose it
Let the children use it
Let all the children boogie

I had to phone someone so I picked on you ho ho
Hey, thats far out so you heard him too! o o
Switch on the tv we may pick him up on channel two
Look out your window I can see his light a ight
If we can sparkle he may land tonight a ight
Dont tell your poppa or hell get us locked up in fright

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.Strato

.Song Along

All Along The Watchtower
io sono il joker, lui il thief

There must be some way out of here
Said the joker to the thief
There's too much confusion here
I can't get no relief
Businessmen they drink my wine
Plowmen dig my earth
None of them know along the line
What any of this is worth

No reason to get excited
The thief, he kindly spoke
There are many here among us
Who think that life is but a joke
But you and I, we've been through that
And that is not our fate
So let us not talk falsely now
Because the hour is getting late

All along the watchtower
I steadily kept my view
While my woman came and went
Barefoot servants too

All I got is a red guitar
Three chords
And the truth

All I got is a red guitar
The rest is up to you

There's no reason to get excited
The thief, he kindly spoke
There are some among us here
Say that life is just a joke
You and I, we've been through that
And that is not our fate (at least today)
So let us not talk falsely now
Because the hour is getting late
Late...


Love over Gold

dire straits

You walk out on the high wire
you're a dancer on thin ice
you pay no heed to the danger
and less to advice
your footsteps are forbidden
but with a knowledge of your sin
you throw your love to all the strangers
and caution to the wind

And you go dancing through doorways
just to see what you will find
leaving nothing to interfere
with the crazy balance of your mind
and when you finally reappear
at the place where you came in
you've thrown your love to all the strangers
and caution to the wind

It takes love over gold
and mind over matter
to do what you do that you must
when the things that you hold
can fall and be shattered
or run through your fingers like dust

.Chopin

.Chopin
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