[O.T.] Testi delle vostre canzoni preferite!

[The Mongoxxx]

Una versione da brivido è quella di Johnny Cash con Fiona Apple

Cash ha fatto anche una versione meravigliosa di Personal Jesus dei Depeche Mode, tutta chitarra e voce. Nonostante non abbia mai amato i remake acustici, questa è veramente bellissima.

Ancora meglio è la versione di Redemption Song (Bob Marley) fatta sempre da Cash con Joe Strummer

[Husker_Du]

Elastica

Waking Up

I'd work very hard but I'm lazy
I can't take the pressure and it's starting to show
In my heart you know that it pains me
A life of leisure is no life you know

Waking up and getting up has never been easy,
Oh oh, I think you should know.
Waking up and getting up has never been easy,
Oh, oh, I think you should know.
Oh, oh, I think you should go.
Make a cup of tea, and put a record on.

I'd work very hard but I'm lazy
I've got a lot of songs but they're all in my head.
I'll get a guitar and a lover who pays me
If I can't be a star I won't get out of bed.

Waking up and getting up has never been easy,
Oh, oh, I think you should know.
Waking up and getting up has never been easy,
Oh, oh, I think you should know.
Oh, oh, I think you should go.
Make a cup of tea, and put a record on.

Waking up and getting up has never been easy,
Oh, oh, I think you should know.
Waking up and getting up has never been easy,
Oh, oh, I think you should know.
Oh, oh, I think you should go.
Make a cup of tea, and put a record on.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MIt7eWa0oG4

[Husker_Du]

The Jam

Going Underground

Some people might say my life is in a rut,
But Im quite happy with what I got
People might say that I should strive for more,
But Im so happy I cant see the point.
Somethings happening here today
A show of strength with your boys brigade and,
Im so happy and youre so kind
You want more money - of course I dont mind
To buy nuclear textbooks for atomic crimes

And the public gets what the public wants
But I want nothing this societys got -
Im going underground, (going underground)
Well the brass bands play and feet start to pound
Going underground, (going underground)
Well let the boys all sing and the boys all shout for tomorrow

Some people might get some pleasure out of hate
Me, Ive enough already on my plate
People might need some tension to relax
[me? ] Im too busy dodging between the flak

What you see is what you get
Youve made your bed, you better lie in it
You choose your leaders and place your trust
As their lies wash you down and their promises rust
Youll see kidney machines replaced by rockets and guns

And the public wants what the public gets
But I dont get what this society wants
Im going underground, (going underground)
Well the brass bands play and feet start to pound
Going underground, (going underground)
[so] let the boys all sing and the boys all shout for tomorrow

We talk and talk until my head explodes
I turn on the news and my body froze
The braying sheep on my tv screen
Make this boy shout, make this boy scream!

Going underground, Im going underground!


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=whSYTSXm ... ed&search=

[danny]

Una versione da brivido è quella di Johnny Cash con Fiona Apple

Cash ha fatto anche una versione meravigliosa di Personal Jesus dei Depeche Mode, tutta chitarra e voce. Nonostante non abbia mai amato i remake acustici, questa è veramente bellissima.

vero, grande cover...con frusciante alla chitarra se non sbaglio.

[Pim]

e molto carina è anche la versione rifatta molto più dance, leit motiv dell'iultimo gay pride milanese

Prendo atto che anche tra i gay è diffusa la categoria dei tamarroni musicali.

father non c'entra nulla!!!!!


risentita alla radio :

relax

take it easy

la conoscete???

[donegal]

Sticazzi : quella canzone sta a "father and son" come una pantegana ad un clavicembalo !

Solo perchè tutti e due dicono "stai calmino", non significa che il brano unzaunzagay sia una cover del classico acustichitarrico di Cat Stevens...

[Pim]

Sticazzi : quella canzone sta a "father and son" come una pantegana ad un clavicembalo !

Solo perchè tutti e due dicono "stai calmino", non significa che il brano unzaunzagay sia una cover del classico acustichitarrico di Cat Stevens...

[Xisco]

Una versione da brivido è quella di Johnny Cash con Fiona Apple

Cash ha fatto anche una versione meravigliosa di Personal Jesus dei Depeche Mode, tutta chitarra e voce. Nonostante non abbia mai amato i remake acustici, questa è veramente bellissima.

vero, grande cover...con frusciante alla chitarra se non sbaglio.

Ma chi, Frusciante dei mitici Red Hot????

[Drogato_ di_porno]

Zucchero - E' Delicato

Tu lo sai che non e' la fine
Si' che lo sai...
Che viene maggio
E sciolgo le brine
Si' che lo sai...
Resti d'inverno
Persi nel vento
Io non mi stanco no, no
E vengo a cercarti
In un sogno amaranto
Questo cuore
Sparpagliato
X il mondo se ne va'
Questo cuore
Disperato
E' delicato
Dove sei
Arcobaleno
E cosa fai...
Miele selvaggio
Quando ti sogno
Che cosa fai...
Nel cuore mio
Tra il nulla e l'addio
Questo cuore
Sparpagliato
X il mondo se ne va'
Questo cuore
Disperato
E' delicato
Cosi' mi manchi
Nell'universo
In mezzo al mondo
Cosi' ti cerco
E grido forte
Da in mezzo al mondo
Solo io
Posso trovarti
Solo io
E inginocchiarmi
Solo io
X innalzarti
Mio sole mi senti
Solo io
Da quante lune
Solo io
Ti aggiusto il cuore
Solo io
Io sono un'ombra
E tu, e tu sei il sole
Yehee yehee
Cosi' mi manchi
Yehee yehee
E grido forte
Yehee yehee
Da in mezzo al mondo
Mio sole rispondi
Questo cuore
Sparpagliato
E' delicato
E tutto qua

[Biancodisera]

Francesco Guccini - L'Avvelenata

Ma s' io avessi previsto tutto questo, dati causa e pretesto, le attuali conclusioni
credete che per questi quattro soldi, questa gloria da stronzi, avrei scritto canzoni;
va beh, lo ammetto che mi son sbagliato e accetto il "crucifige" e così sia,
chiedo tempo, son della razza mia, per quanto grande sia, il primo che ha studiato...

Mio padre in fondo aveva anche ragione a dir che la pensione è davvero importante,
mia madre non aveva poi sbagliato a dir che un laureato conta più d' un cantante:
giovane e ingenuo io ho perso la testa, sian stati i libri o il mio provincialismo,
e un cazzo in culo e accuse d' arrivismo, dubbi di qualunquismo, son quello che mi resta...

Voi critici, voi personaggi austeri, militanti severi, chiedo scusa a vossìa,
peró non ho mai detto che a canzoni si fan rivoluzioni, si possa far poesia;
io canto quando posso, come posso, quando ne ho voglia senza applausi o fischi:
vendere o no non passa fra i miei rischi, non comprate i miei dischi e sputatemi addosso...

Secondo voi ma a me cosa mi frega di assumermi la bega di star quassù a cantare,
godo molto di più nell' ubriacarmi oppure a masturbarmi o, al limite, a scopare...
se son d' umore nero allora scrivo frugando dentro alle nostre miserie:
di solito ho da far cose più serie, costruire su macerie o mantenermi vivo...

Io tutto, io niente, io stronzo, io ubriacone, io poeta, io buffone, io anarchico, io fascista,
io ricco, io senza soldi, io radicale, io diverso ed io uguale, negro, ebreo, comunista!
Io frocio, io perchè canto so imbarcare, io falso, io vero, io genio, io cretino,
io solo qui alle quattro del mattino, l'angoscia e un po' di vino, voglia di bestemmiare!

Secondo voi ma chi me lo fa fare di stare ad ascoltare chiunque ha un tiramento?
Ovvio, il medico dice "sei depresso", nemmeno dentro al cesso possiedo un mio momento.
Ed io che ho sempre detto che era un gioco sapere usare o no ad un certo metro:
compagni il gioco si fa peso e tetro, comprate il mio didietro, io lo vendo per poco!

Colleghi cantautori, eletta schiera, che si vende alla sera per un po' di milioni,
voi che siete capaci fate bene a aver le tasche piene e non solo i coglioni...
Che cosa posso dirvi? Andate e fate, tanto ci sarà  sempre, lo sapete,
un musico fallito, un pio, un teorete, un Bertoncelli o un prete a sparare cazzate!

Ma s' io avessi previsto tutto questo, dati causa e pretesto, forse farei lo stesso,
mi piace far canzoni e bere vino, mi piace far casino, poi sono nato fesso
e quindi tiro avanti e non mi svesto dei panni che son solito portare:
ho tante cose ancora da raccontare per chi vuole ascoltare e a culo tutto il resto!

[Biancodisera]

Artista: Bob Dylan
Album: Desire


Pistol shots ring out in the barroom night
Enter Patty Valentine from the upper hall.
She sees the bartender in a pool of blood,
Cries out, "My God, they killed them all!"
Here comes the story of the Hurricane,
The man the authorities came to blame
For somethin' that he never done.
Put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a been
The champion of the world.

Three bodies lyin' there does Patty see
And another man named Bello, movin' around mysteriously.
"I didn't do it," he says, and he throws up his hands
"I was only robbin' the register, I hope you understand.
I saw them leavin'," he says, and he stops
"One of us had better call up the cops."
And so Patty calls the cops
And they arrive on the scene with their red lights flashin'
In the hot New Jersey night.

Meanwhile, far away in another part of town
Rubin Carter and a couple of friends are drivin' around.
Number one contender for the middleweight crown
Had no idea what kinda shit was about to go down
When a cop pulled him over to the side of the road
Just like the time before and the time before that.
In Paterson that's just the way things go.
If you're black you might as well not show up on the street
'Less you wanna draw the heat.

Alfred Bello had a partner and he had a rap for the cops.
Him and Arthur Dexter Bradley were just out prowlin' around
He said, "I saw two men runnin' out, they looked like middleweights
They jumped into a white car with out-of-state plates."
And Miss Patty Valentine just nodded her head.
Cop said, "Wait a minute, boys, this one's not dead"
So they took him to the infirmary
And though this man could hardly see
They told him that he could identify the guilty men.

Four in the mornin' and they haul Rubin in,
Take him to the hospital and they bring him upstairs.
The wounded man looks up through his one dyin' eye
Says, "Wha'd you bring him in here for? He ain't the guy!"
Yes, here's the story of the Hurricane,
The man the authorities came to blame
For somethin' that he never done.
Put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a been
The champion of the world.

Four months later, the ghettos are in flame,
Rubin's in South America, fightin' for his name
While Arthur Dexter Bradley's still in the robbery game
And the cops are puttin' the screws to him, lookin' for somebody to blame.
"Remember that murder that happened in a bar?"
"Remember you said you saw the getaway car?"
"You think you'd like to play ball with the law?"
"Think it might-a been that fighter that you saw runnin' that night?"
"Don't forget that you are white."

Arthur Dexter Bradley said, "I'm really not sure."
Cops said, "A poor boy like you could use a break
We got you for the motel job and we're talkin' to your friend Bello
Now you don't wanta have to go back to jail, be a nice fellow.
You'll be doin' society a favor.
That sonofabitch is brave and gettin' braver.
We want to put his ass in stir
We want to pin this triple murder on him
He ain't no Gentleman Jim."

Rubin could take a man out with just one punch
But he never did like to talk about it all that much.
It's my work, he'd say, and I do it for pay
And when it's over I'd just as soon go on my way
Up to some paradise
Where the trout streams flow and the air is nice
And ride a horse along a trail.
But then they took him to the jailhouse
Where they try to turn a man into a mouse.

All of Rubin's cards were marked in advance
The trial was a pig-circus, he never had a chance.
The judge made Rubin's witnesses drunkards from the slums
To the white folks who watched he was a revolutionary bum
And to the black folks he was just a crazy nigger.
No one doubted that he pulled the trigger.
And though they could not produce the gun,
The D.A. said he was the one who did the deed
And the all-white jury agreed.

Rubin Carter was falsely tried.
The crime was murder "one," guess who testified?
Bello and Bradley and they both baldly lied
And the newspapers, they all went along for the ride.
How can the life of such a man
Be in the palm of some fool's hand?
To see him obviously framed
Couldn't help but make me feel ashamed to live in a land
Where justice is a game.

Now all the criminals in their coats and their ties
Are free to drink martinis and watch the sun rise
While Rubin sits like Buddha in a ten-foot cell
An innocent man in a living hell.
That's the story of the Hurricane,
But it won't be over till they clear his name
And give him back the time he's done.
Put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a been
The champion of the world.

[jackburton]

Elio eLST

LA BELLA CANZONE DI UNA VOLTA

La bella canzone di una volta faceva sorridere la gente,
che la trovava divertente e la cantava a voce alta.
La bella canzone di una volta faceva commuovere la gente,
che la ascoltava attentamente e la imparava in una volta.
La canta il commissario al lestofante, la fischia il portinaio spazzolante
mentre la balia col poppante la trova molto interessante.
L'accenna il giovanotto dal barbiere e dopo un pó la sa tutto il quartiere
che pullula di mille capinere, e a mezzanotte c'è l'oscurità .
Capinere, capinere, ognuno le vuole amar.
Sono bianche, sono nere, sono nella mia città .
Che bella la canzone di una volta che si ascoltava andando a capinere;
noi della ronda del piacere ne abbiamo fatte delle belle.
Ricordo per esempio di un mio amico che non voleva andare a capinere:
l'abbiam portato con la forza ed ha goduto nell'oscurità 
(e ci ringrazia ancora adesso).
Capinere, capinere, ognuno le vuole amar.
Sono bianche, sono nere, sono nella mia città .
Mi manca la canzone d'altri tempi, ingenua e piena di malizie,
che cementava le amicizie e poi si andava tutti a capinere.
Invece la canzone di ogni giorno la fanno utilizzando i macchinari,
non te la levi più di torno con la sua cassa rotterdam.

[CanellaBruneri]

e molto carina è anche la versione rifatta molto più dance, leit motiv dell'iultimo gay pride milanese

Prendo atto che anche tra i gay è diffusa la categoria dei tamarroni musicali.

father non c'entra nulla!!!!!


risentita alla radio :

relax

take it easy

la conoscete???

L'importante, in caso di festa, è NON far fare alla Pimpi la dj

[Husker_Du]

Canzone d'atmosfera di qualche anno fa....2001


Ivy

Worry about you


Bye bye baby.
Don't be long.
I'll worry about you while you're gone.
Bye bye baby.
Don't be long.
I'll worry about you while you're gone.

I'll think of you in my dreams.
You'll never know just what you mean to me.....
....to me.

Hmmm, ba, ba-da...
Hmmm, ba, ba, ba-da......

Bye bye baby.
Don't be long.
I'll worry about you while you're gone.
Bye bye baby.
Don't be long.
I'll worry about you while you're gone.

I'll think of you night and day.
I'll never know just what you meant to say....
....to say.

Hmmm, ba, ba-da...
Hmmm, ba, ba, ba-da......
Hmmm, ba, ba-da...
Hmmm, ba, ba, ba-da......


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PfOuBG97q2A

[maxklimt]

Morphine-Supersex

Taxi taxi hotel hotel
I got the whiskey baby
I got the whiskey I got the cigarettes
Automatic taxi stop
Electric cigarette love baby
Hotel rock'n'roll the discoteque
Electric super sex
Automatic taxi stop
Electric cigarette love baby
Hotel rock'n'roll the discoteque
Electric super sex
I got the whiskey baby I got the whiskey
I got the cigarettes
You are a super ultra maxi Mega super funkie love baby
Oh I need a super star
I need a candy bar
Automatic taxi stop
Electric cigarette love baby
Hotel rock'n'roll the discoteque
Electric super sex
Automatic taxi stop
Electric cigarette love baby
Hotel rock'n'roll the discoteque
Electric super sex
You want a super ultra maxi funkie American
Love baby (x3)
Hey there mama hey there pa
Got sexy googoo baby talk
Got california baby dolls
All right yes hello my name is Mark
And I'm super rich no super star
Did you know the president is super super super sexy
Automatic taxi stop
Electric cigarette love baby
Hotel rock'n'roll the discoteque
Electric super sex
Did you know the president has super super super sex
Ah wooh uh
I got it all year long ha ha


The Waterboys-Too close to heaven

All your trouble will be over, so will your pain
you are gonna see those blue skies bursting right through the rain
The higher you climb, the lower you fall
You got too close to heaven, that's all

Now in the morning you can cry all you want to
- we'll spend the whole day weeping
Right now I want you to lay down your weary head
and let me see you sleeping
You've been walking around baby, inflamed and ashamed
feeling like you're one inch tall
You got too close to heaven, that's all

You're way too hard on yourself baby
- you got some pretty basic things wrong
You wouldn't believe me if I told you why I wrote you into this song
You're looking at your heart baby, and you're calling it black
but like Icarus and like Saul
You got too close to heaven, that's all

Now I know this hurt you're feeling - I've felt these same things too
I've got spaces way down deep inside of me that are just the same as you
You wanna wrap your arms around your head, turn out the lights
and roll yourself into a ball
You got too close to heaven, that's all

Are you blinded by the brilliance ?
Are you dazzled by the Light ?
Why is it I see nothing but emptiness in your tired beaten eyes
that once were bright
I know you just can't help but run when you hear that sweet voice call
You got too close to heaven, that's all

I walked a mile for you baby
so won't you smile for me baby ?