Playlist: Songs and books

[marietto]

Canzoni tratte o ispirate da romanzi, poesie e opere letterarie in genere.

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Ispirata da:
INTERVISTA COL VAMPIRO (Interview with the vampire) di Anne Rice


[video=youtube;5i_0PkOqLKA]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5i_0PkOqLKA[/video]

There's a moon over Bourbon Street tonight, I see faces as they pass beneath the pale lamplight
I've no choice but to follow that call, the bright lights, the people, and the moon and all
I pray everyday to be strong for I know what I do must be wrong
Oh you'll never see my shade or hear the sound of my feet while there's a moon over Bourbon Street
It was many years ago that I became what I am, I was trapped in this life like an innocent lamb
Now I can only show my face at noon and you'll only see me walking by the light of the moon
The brim of my hat hides the eye of a beast, I've the face of a sinner but the hands of a priest
Oh you'll never see my shade or hear the sound of my feet while there's a moon over Bourbon Street
She walks everyday through the streets of New Orleans, she's innocent and young from a family of means
I have stood many times outside her window at night to struggle with my instinct in the pale moon light
How could I be this way when I pray to God above, I must love what I destroy and destroy the thing I love
Oh you'll never see my shade or hear the sound of my feet while there's a moon over Bourbon Street

 

[marietto]

da:

CIME TEMPESTOSE (Wuthering Heights) di Emily Bronte


[video=youtube;-1pMMIe4hb4]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-1pMMIe4hb4[/video]

Out on the wiley, windy moors, we'd roll and fall in green. You had a temper like my jealousy:
Too hot, too greedy. How could you leave me when I needed to possess you?
I hated you. I loved you, too. Bad dreams in the night. They told me I was going to lose the fight,
Leave behind my wuthering, wuthering, wuthering Heights.
Heathcliff, it's me--Cathy. Come home. I'm so cold! Let me in-a-your window.
Heathcliff, it's me--Cathy. Come home. I'm so cold! Let me in-a-your window.
Ooh, it gets dark! It gets lonely, On the other side from you. I pine a lot. I find the lot
Falls through without you. I'm coming back, love. Cruel Heathcliff, my one dream, my only master.
Too long I roam in the night. I'm coming back to his side, to put it right.
I'm coming home to wuthering, wuthering, wuthering Heights,
Heathcliff, it's me--Cathy. Come home. I'm so cold! Let me in-a-your window.
Heathcliff, it's me--Cathy. Come home. I'm so cold! Let me in-a-your window.
Ooh! Let me have it. Let me grab your soul away. Ooh! Let me have it. Let me grab your soul away.
You know it's me--Cathy! Heathcliff, it's me--Cathy. Come home. I'm so cold! Let me in-a-your window.
Heathcliff, it's me--Cathy. Come home. I'm so cold! Let me in-a-your window.
Heathcliff, it's me--Cathy. Come home. I'm so cold!

 

[marietto]

da:

LE GUIDE DEL TRAMONTO (Childhood's End) di Arthur C. Clarke


[video=youtube;l-tqe4HxIk0]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l-tqe4HxIk0[/video]

Well I been breakin' rocks up on coolie #3, I know it's been forever, thought you'd never hear from me
The weather up here is rotten rainin' granite all the time
And both moons are glowin'purple and there is no sun to shine
I been diggin' deep down in a tunnel that goes twenty miles down
And I know my life is cheap when I hear that rumblin' sound
Oh the overlords, got me workin' overtime, Oh the overlords, they never make it rhyme
And there is something in the air that is burnin' in my throat
A big, black cloud is passin', droppin' acid on my coat, the overlords got me workin' overtime
It's been ten years and a day after world war nine, They pushed us to make meaning
And from their meaning was our crime
Last night I had a dream where the guards all fell asleep, I jumped a fence outside this pen
And then I hot wired up the warden's jeep, and I took a walk...
Oh the overlords, got me workin' overtime, Oh the overlords, they never make it rhyme
I still remember all those nights we had together up on Mars
We both stood in line to get some new tattoos, while the kids got cut some scars
And when they check the beds tonight, they'll find a note scratched in the pine
You now can seek me underground where I'll be monkey-wrenchin' all the time
Oh the overlords, got me workin' overtime, Oh the overlords, they never make it rhyme
From a planet out in space, a signal you could trace, controllin' what you feel but you never see their face
Oh the overlords, got me workin' overtime

 

[Spider]

da:

CIME TEMPESTOSE (Wuthering Heights) di Emily Bronte


[video=youtube;-1pMMIe4hb4]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-1pMMIe4hb4[/video]

Out on the wiley, windy moors, we'd roll and fall in green. You had a temper like my jealousy:
Too hot, too greedy. How could you leave me when I needed to possess you?
I hated you. I loved you, too. Bad dreams in the night. They told me I was going to lose the fight,
Leave behind my wuthering, wuthering, wuthering Heights.
Heathcliff, it's me--Cathy. Come home. I'm so cold! Let me in-a-your window.
Heathcliff, it's me--Cathy. Come home. I'm so cold! Let me in-a-your window.
Ooh, it gets dark! It gets lonely, On the other side from you. I pine a lot. I find the lot
Falls through without you. I'm coming back, love. Cruel Heathcliff, my one dream, my only master.
Too long I roam in the night. I'm coming back to his side, to put it right.
I'm coming home to wuthering, wuthering, wuthering Heights,
Heathcliff, it's me--Cathy. Come home. I'm so cold! Let me in-a-your window.
Heathcliff, it's me--Cathy. Come home. I'm so cold! Let me in-a-your window.
Ooh! Let me have it. Let me grab your soul away. Ooh! Let me have it. Let me grab your soul away.
You know it's me--Cathy! Heathcliff, it's me--Cathy. Come home. I'm so cold! Let me in-a-your window.
Heathcliff, it's me--Cathy. Come home. I'm so cold! Let me in-a-your window.
Heathcliff, it's me--Cathy. Come home. I'm so cold!

trovo kate Bush, uno degli artisti migliori..
veramente una che potrebbe cantare anche i numeri, in sequenza infinita.
un artista in piena sperimentazione, che ha sperimentato tutto con ottimi musicisti a fargli compagnia.
una voce fuori da ogni logica eppure calda e vera.
non trovi?

 

[marietto]

trovo kate Bush, uno degli artisti migliori..
veramente una che potrebbe cantare anche i numeri, in sequenza infinita.
un artista in piena sperimentazione, che ha sperimentato tutto con ottimi musicisti a fargli compagnia.
una voce fuori da ogni logica eppure calda e vera.
non trovi?

Io la trovo meravigliosa, l'ho sempre apprezzata moltissimo e forse ancora di più nella maturità...

 

[Spider]

Io la trovo meravigliosa, l'ho sempre apprezzata moltissimo e forse ancora di più nella maturità...

già, è vero migliora sempre.
non ha paura, non punta all'approvazione,
al ritornello facile, facile...
Aerial, un capolavoro.

 

[marietto]

Dal racconto:

CON TANTA DI QUELL'ACQUA A DUE PASSI DA CASA (So much water so close to home) di Raymond Carver


Paul Kelly & The Messengers - Everything's turning to white

[video=youtube;xGTK8wzb334]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xGTK8wzb334[/video]

Late on a Friday my husband went up to the mountains with three friends
They took provisions and bottles of bourbon to last them all through the weekend
One hundred miles they drove just to fish in a stream, and there's so much water so close to home
When they arrived it was cold and dark; they set up their camp quickly
Warmed up with whiskey they walked to the river where the water flowed past darkly
In the moonlight they saw the body of a young girl floating face down
And there's so much water so close to home
When he holds me now I'm pretending, I feel like I'm frozen inside
And behind my eyes, my daily disguise, everything's turning to white
It was too hard to tell how long she'd been dead, the river was that close to freezing
But one thing for sure, the girl hadn't died very well to judge from the bruising
They stood there above her all thinking the same thoughts at the same time
There's so much water so close to home
They carried her downstream from their fishing Between two rocks they gently wedged her
After all, they'd come so far, it was late, and the girl would keep, she was going nowhere
They stayed up there fishing for two days, they reported it on Sunday when they came back down
There's so much water so close to home
When he holds me now I'm pretending, nothing is working inside
And behind my eyes, my daily disguise, everything's turning to white
The newspapers said that the girl had been strangled to death and also molested
On the day of the funeral the radio reported that a young man had been arrested
I went to the service a stranger, I drove past the lake out of town
There's so much water so close to home
When he holds me now I'm pretending, nothing is working inside
And behind my eyes, my daily disguise, everything's turning to white

 

[marietto]

già, è vero migliora sempre.
non ha paura, non punta all'approvazione,
al ritornello facile, facile...
Aerial, un capolavoro.

Concordo...
Anche se ogni nuovo lavoro è un mondo da scoprire.

 

[marietto]

da:

BILLY LIAR di Keith Waterhouse
mai tradotto in Italia (purtroppo)


[video=youtube;kmp7-EpNsbY]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kmp7-EpNsbY[/video]

Billy Liar's got his hands in his pockets, staring over at the neighbor's, knickers down. He's got his knickers down.
So the summer is eternity for you? Sleeping in until your father's shaking you down, he's shaking you down.
And the mailroom shift gets a real short shrift, as you dole out the packages,
no-one seems to want you around, all skulking around.
Let you legs loll on the lino 'til your sinews spoil
Will you stay here for a while, dear, 'til the radio plays something familiar? Plays something familiar.
All a-drifting, he's a no-good boyo, sent a-fishing for a whalebone corset frame (His only catch all day)
So he sits and lets the current take him, a gentle breeze will leave his pants in disarray
And at his ankles laid.
As he drifts to sleep with a moan and a weep, he is decked by a Japanese geisha with a garland of pearls
How she twists and twirls!
Let you legs loll on the lino, 'til your sinews spoil
Will you stay here for a while, dear, 'til the radio plays something familiar? Plays something familiar.



[video=youtube;kyIOOzinM6o]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kyIOOzinM6o[/video]

The rain falls hard on a humdrum town, this town has dragged you down
oh the rain falls hard on a humdrum town, this town has dragged you down
And everybody's got to live their life and God knows I've got to live mine
God knows I've got to live mine
William, William it was really nothing, William, William it was really nothing, it was your life
How can you stay with a fat girl who'll say: "Would you like to marry me and if you like you can buy the ring"
she doesn't care about anything "Would you like to marry me and if you like you can buy the ring"
I don't dream about anyone except myself
William, William it was really nothing, William, William

 

[marietto]

da:

FURORE (The Grapes of wrath) di John Steinbeck


[video=youtube;NKKpmbcSe5E]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NKKpmbcSe5E[/video]

Men walkin' 'long the railroad tracks, goin' someplace there's no goin' back
Highway patrol choppers comin' up over the ridge, hot soup on a campfire under the bridge
Shelter line stretchin' 'round the corner, welcome to the new world order
Families sleepin' in their cars in the Southwest, no home no job no peace no rest
The highway is alive tonight, but nobody's kiddin' nobody about where it goes
I'm sittin' down here in the campfire light, searchin' for the ghost of Tom Joad
He pulls a prayer book out of his sleeping bag, preacher lights up a butt and takes a drag
Waitin' for when the last shall be first and the first shall be last in a cardboard box 'neath the underpass
Got a one-way ticket to the promised land, you got a hole in your belly and gun in your hand
Sleeping on a pillow of solid rock, Bathin' in the city aqueduct
The highway is alive tonight, where it's headed everybody knows
I'm sittin' down here in the campfire light waitin' on the ghost of Tom Joad
Now Tom said "Mom, wherever there's a cop beatin' a guy, wherever a hungry newborn baby cries
Where there's a fight 'gainst the blood and hatred in the air, look for me Mom I'll be there
Wherever there's somebody fightin' for a place to stand or a decent job or a helpin' hand
Wherever somebody's strugglin' to be free, look in their eyes Mom you'll see me."
Well the highway is alive tonight, but nobody's kiddin' nobody about where it goes
I'm sittin' down here in the campfire light with the ghost of old Tom Joad

 

[marietto]

da:

L'OMBRA DELLO SCORPIONE (The Stand) di Stephen King

[video=youtube;qZ0-Yj52ErQ]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qZ0-Yj52ErQ[/video]

Disease, Disease, spreading the disease, with some help from Captain Trips
he'll bring the world down to his knees, Power, yes Power, he'll show them all his power,
It pulses through his ice cold blood, a whole world to devour
He's seeing, he's calling, his legacy, he's spawning, he's coming, corrupting, among the living
Murder, Murder, commit cold blooded murder, like Nazis during World War Two, they only follow orders
Hatred, Hatred, a crucifix is your bed, once he turns his eye on you you'd be better off dead
He's seeing, he's calling, his legacy, he's spawning, he's coming, corrupting, among the living
I am the walkin' dude, I can see all the world, twist your minds with fear, I'm the man with power
Among the living, follow me or die
Man fights man, divided they can't stand, united they can battle back and make him force his hand
Fear, yes Fear, his end is growing near, he didn't count on man's good faith and their will to persevere
He's seeing, he's calling, his legacy, he's spawning, he's coming, corrupting, among the living
I am the walkin' dude, I can see all the world, twist your minds with fear, I'm the man with power
Among the living, follow me or die
Fire, hot Fire, purge the world with fire, Damnation is the price he'll pay for an evil man's desire
Good vs. Evil, the stand to vanquish evil, man can only live one way, that place right in the middle
He's seeing, he's calling, his legacy, he's spawning, he's coming, corrupting, among the living
I am the walkin' dude, I can see all the world, twist your minds with fear, I'm the man with power
Among the living, follow me or die

[video=youtube;DUPbQi78WHI]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DUPbQi78WHI[/video]

Oh I have been out searching with the black book in my hand, and I've looked between the lines that lie on the pages that I tread
I met the walking dude,religious, in his wom down cowboy boots, he walked liked no man on earth
I swear he had no name (had no name), I swear he had no name, come on down & meet your maker
Come on down & make the stand, come on down, come on down, come on down & make the stand.
As I crawled beneath the searchlights, looking through the floorboards of this life, I met Doctor Strangeloves cousin
He bore the marks of time, "Hey! Trashcan where you going boy, your eyes are feet apart
Is that the end you're carrying Shall I play the funeral march" (play the march) "Play the funeral march"
Come on down & meet your maker, come on down & make the stand
Come on down, come on down, come on down & we'll make the stand.
Come on down & meet your maker, come on down & make the stand
Come on down, come on down, come on down, we'll make the stand.
When I looked out the window on the hardship that had struck I saw the seven phials open, the plague claimed man and son
Four men at a grave in silence With hats bowed down in grace, A simple wooden cross, It had no epitaph engraved (it had no)
It had no epitaph engraved. Come on down & meet your maker, come on down & make the stand
Come on down, come on down, come on and make the stand. Come on down & meet your maker
Come on down & make the stand, come on down, come on down, come on down, & we'll make the stand.

 

[Joey Blow]

Mariè, tu sarai sicuramente un bravo 'uaglione e tutto, ma porca puttana se hai frantumato i coglioni con sti cazzo di thread delle playlist di sta ceppa. Essù.

 

[contepinceton]

Mariè, tu sarai sicuramente un bravo 'uaglione e tutto, ma porca puttana se hai frantumato i coglioni con sti cazzo di thread delle playlist di sta ceppa. Essù.

[video=youtube;SfN7xf6JymQ]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SfN7xf6JymQ[/video]

 

[Clementine Kruczynski]

Mariè, tu sarai sicuramente un bravo 'uaglione e tutto, ma porca puttana se hai frantumato i coglioni con sti cazzo di thread delle playlist di sta ceppa. Essù.

Joey: peace&love


lascia stare Marietto e vai a raccogliere le margherite con Spidy

 

[Joey Blow]

Joey: peace&love


lascia stare Marietto e vai a raccogliere le margherite con Spidy

No, che mò giustamente ispirato mi apre pure "Playlist: Peace&Love". Sempre se non l'ha già fatto.

 

[Clementine Kruczynski]

Marietto non dargli retta. Apri tante tantissime playlist!

Big hug xxx

 

[marietto]

Mariè, tu sarai sicuramente un bravo 'uaglione e tutto, ma porca puttana se hai frantumato i coglioni con sti cazzo di thread delle playlist di sta ceppa. Essù.

E pensa che, in un certo senso, questa me l'hai ispirata tu...
Leggevo i tuoi consigli a Fiammetta sui libri Sci Fi e mi è capitato di (ri) ascoltare il pezzo di Stan Ridgway ispirato a Arthur C. Clarke...

 

[marietto]

Marietto non dargli retta. Apri tante tantissime playlist!

Big hug xxx

Ciao Clem,
Avevo già considerato di non dargli retta...

Big hug for you, too

 

[Joey Blow]

E pensa che, in un certo senso, questa me l'hai ispirata tu...
Leggevo i tuoi consigli a Fiammetta sui libri Sci Fi e mi è capitato di (ri) ascoltare il pezzo di Stan Ridgway ispirato a Arthur C. Clarke...

Povero me. Vabbè. TVB.

 

[Clementine Kruczynski]

[video=youtube_share;ZMqPlQgHww8]http://youtu.be/ZMqPlQgHww8[/video]



Ispirato a L'Etranger di Albert Camus



Standing on the beach
With a gun in my hand
Staring at the sea
Staring at the sand
Staring down the barrel
At the arab on the ground
I can see his open mouth
But I hear no sound


I'm alive
I'm dead
I'm the stranger
Killing an arab


I can turn
And walk away
Or I can fire the gun
Staring at the sky
Staring at the sun
Whichever I chose
It amounts to the same
Absolutely nothing


I'm alive
I'm dead
I'm the stranger
killing an arab