canzone del giorno

dopo un weekend del genere, è l’unica canzone possibile.

tra le tante sentite.

 

canzone del giorno.

il lupo perde il pelo, ma non il vizio.

e quando il vizio si chiama romanticismo, può capitare di rientrare a casa canticchiando canzoni come questa.

we’ll always be together

together in electric dreams.

sono le undici e ventitrè

due novembre.

domani torno a piacenza e mi sentirò come una straniera a casa.

rimane il sottofondo di questa canzone che mi lascia un sapore di ricordo agrodolce in bocca e negli occhi.

non posso parlarne. ma parla di persone che si sono conosciute appena, chissà dove. chissà quando.ma forse si sono trovate, e forse sono rimaste incastrate una negli occhi dell’altra. o forse no.

forse mi sto solo divertendo con voi.

ma rimane la canzone, che è alle ultime note, e una finestra socchiusa non so dove.

forse qui.

i only knew you for a while
i never saw your smile
till it was time to go
time to go away (time to go away)

sometimes its hard to recognise
love comes as a surprise
and its too late
it’s just to late to stay (to late to stay)

[chorus]
we’ll always be together
however far it seems (love never ends)
we’ll always be together
together in electric dreams

because of the friendship that you gave
has taught me to be brave
no matter where i go
i’ll never find a better prize (find a better prize)

though your miles and miles away
i see you everyday
i don’t have to try
i just close my eyes
i close my eyes

canzone del giorno.

spero che i vostri cuori restino forti, perchè il mio l’ho perso. forse dovrei cercare meglio tra le calze sporche.

He met the proud beauty’s at a night club
She couldn’t keep the beat
She wore the proud beauty’s grandma’s prom dress
Raccoon slippers on the proud beauty’s feet

He took a shot o’ somethin’ strong
To make him feel less weak
And so the story goes

There’s somethin’ t’ be said about
Tradin’ stories o’ when ye were 8 years old
He had his first stitches
When he bit an ice cream bowl

She had the proud beauty’s first kiss
In a swimmin’ hole
So the story goes

And the days grew long
And the grog was overflowing
And the lass knew the lass was ‘n love
‘Cause nobody ever hugged the proud beauty’s like that
Hugged the proud beauty’s like that

They moved into a school bus
Just ’cause it seemed like fun
She said, “I like the way yer touch me
It makes me feel like I have no skeleton”

And so the story goes

And I’ve seen photographs
And video tapes
Of that diesel home
That lovin’ place

And ’tis ’bout time
Two mind combined
In such a fine fine way

And may yer lives be long
And may yer wishes all be simple
And may yer hearts stay strong

Tucked ‘n the bed
You see the ghost o’ yer teddy bear
Check under the covers
Just t’ make sure he’s still sleepin’ there

Turn weddin’ gowns into angel clothes
For the baby t’ wear
Turn weddin’ gowns into angel clothes
For the baby t’ wear

She rides him like the state fair
They make love like two solar flares
Carin’ like they really care
That they’re gonna make it

He wants t’ die ‘n the place where
She first said, “I love you”
Spread his ashes with the breath
From the last kiss that the lass blew

They decorate when father lives
They celebrate through hungriness
And ’tis ’bout time two minds combines
In such a fine fine way

And may yer lives be long
And may yer wishes all be simple
And may yer hearts stay strong

canzone per una notte torinese

per un venerdi notte finito il sabato notte successivo.

per le ore che non esistono e quattro persone che ascoltano un vinile in quel limbo di note e secondi.

perchè chiudendo la finestra qualcuno ha sussurrato: ciao, torino.

video del secolo!

DEI GENI. DEI GENI.

canzone del weekend.

bisogno di spiegazioni?

PATRICK WOLF.

tutti il resto è scontato.e soprattutto così poco glitterato.

canzone del giorno

mi sento senza titolo.

come questa canzone.

solouna postilla: il video è di flora sigismondi.

scusate. l’occasione richiede il testo.

you sigh low tonight
you’re so alone
you’re so
you sigh low tonight
you’re so alone
you’re so
you’re so low
you’re so alone
you’re so
you sigh low
you sigh low
you’re so
(you’re so)

you sigh low tonight
you’re so alone
you’re so
you sigh a lot and fight
you’re so lost
you’re so
you fight so low
you’re so alone
you sigh low
your sighs are low
you’re so

canzone del giorno. del primo giorno di settembre.

questa storia di mettere una sola canzone al giorno mi sta iniziando a infastidire. domenica ne volevo mettere perlomeno 8, oggi potrei arrivare intorno a quella cifra; ieri sono stata colta da un momento di amnesia e mi son scordata la canzone.

beh.

rimedierò.

la canzone di oggi inizia ieri sera, inizia al Pukkelpop e inizia più o meno così:

We’ll do it all
Everything
On our own

We don’t need
Anything
Or anyone

If I lay here
If I just lay here
Would you lie with me and just forget the world?

I don’t quite know
How to say
How I feel

Those three words
Are said too much
They’re not enough

If I lay here
If I just lay here
Would you lie with me and just forget the world?

Forget what we’re told
Before we get too old
Show me a garden that’s bursting into life

Let’s waste time
Chasing cars
Around our heads

I need your grace
To remind me
To find my own

If I lay here
If I just lay here
Would you lie with me and just forget the world?

Forget what we’re told
Before we get too old
Show me a garden that’s bursting into life

All that I am
All that I ever was
Is here in your perfect eyes, they’re all I can see

I don’t know where
Confused about how as well
Just know that these things will never change for us at all

If I lay here
If I just lay here
Would you lie with me and just forget the world?

canzone di un giorno piovoso.

Bright Eyes, punto.

è che vorrei aprir bocca e parlare ma non posso dirlo qui su internet, dato che rimarrà una cosa tra me e me.

è per il fatto che questa canzone mi fa venire in mente qualcuno che non sa e non saprà e che comunque tra poco sarà a un sacco di chilometri più di quanto non lo sia ora.

mi è sempre piaciuto. ma che ci volete fare. quando si ha poca autostima e dall’altra parte un cervello musicale abissale non c’è niente da fare. solo prendere un treno e dimenticarlo a torino.

This is the first day of my life
Swear I was born right in the doorway
I went out in the rain
Suddenly everything changed
They’re spreadin’ blankets on the beach

Yours is the first face that I saw
Think I was blind before I met you
I don’t know where I am
I don’t know where I’ve been
But I know where I want to go
So I thought I’d let you know
That these things take forever
I especially am slow
But I realized that I need you
And I wondered if I could come home

I remember the time you drove all night
Just to meet me in the morning
And I thought it was strange
You said everything changed
You felt as if you’d just woke up
And you said,
This is the first day of my life,
Glad I didn’t die before I met you
But now I don’t care I could go anywhere with you
And I’d probably be happy.

So if you wanna be with me
With these things there’s no telling
We’ll just have to wait and see
But I’d rather be working for a paycheck
Than waiting to win the lottery

Besides maybe this time it’s different
I mean I really think you’ll like me…