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    July 28

    Ancora i Guns

    Appunto, l'intervento di ogi vede il ritorno dei Guns, che sul blog vecchio erano arrivati a tre canzoni ("Don't Cry", November Rain" e "Welcome To The Jungle"), quindi questa è la loro quarta canzone che metto. Comunque, oggi abbiamo "Sweet Child O' Mine", dall'album "Appetite For Destruction" del 1987. A proposito, se ancora non avete quell'album, cazzo! compratelo immediatamente!! Non c'è una canzone brutta!! Per oggi è tutto gente...Enjoy!
     

    Swwet Child O' Mine

     

    She's got a smile that it seems to me

    Reminds me of childhood memories

    Where everything

    Was as fresh as the bright blue sky

    Now and then when I see her face

    She takes me away to that special place

    And if I stared too long

    I'd probably break down and cry

     

    Sweet child o' mine

    Sweet love of mine

     

    She's got eyes of the bluest skies

    As if they thought of rain

    I hate to look into those eyes

    And see an ounce of pain

    Her hair reminds me of a warm safe place

    Where as a child I'd hide

    And pray for the thunder

    And the rain

    To quietly pass me by

     

    Sweet child o' mine

    Sweet love of mine

     

    Where do we go

    Where do we go now

    Where do we go

    Sweet child o' mine

     

     

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    July 27

    Sotto il ponte

    E rieccoci, con la prima delle canzoni del nuovo corso; niente di meglio, per inaugurare il blog, dei Red Hot Chili Peppers. Oggi abbiamo "Under The Bridge", una delle loro canzoni più famose, un pò paranoica, sicuramente triste, ma anche molto bella; viene da "Blood Sugar Sex Magik", storico album della band californiana del 1991. Questa canzone, come si legge in "Scar Tissue", autobiografia di Anthony Kiedis, è un ricordo di quando il cantante si drogava sotto i ponti, in compagnia dgli spacciatori messicani; in quegli anni si era disintossicato, ma ben presto ci ricadrà, si ridintossicherà, ci ricadrà, e così via. Una vita vissuta proprio al massimo, quella di Kiedis. "Scar Tissue" è un libro che consiglio a tutti, molto ben scritto, appassionante. Me lo ha prestato una volta una mia amica, anche lei fan dei RHCP; dopo averlo letto, mi sono subito precipitato a comprare "Mother's Milk" (ai tempi ancora non ascoltavo i Red Hot), e me ne sono subito innamorato. Ok, prima di rompervi veramente il cazzo con i miei discorsi, vi lascio. Enjoy!

    Under The Bridge

     

    Sometimes I feel

    Like I don't have a partner

    Sometimes I feel

    Like my only friend

    Is the city I live in

    The City of Angel

    Lonely as I am

    Together we cry

     

    I drive on her streets

    'cause she's my companion

    I walk through her hills

    'cause she knows who I am

    She sees my good deeds

    And she kisses me windy

    I never worry

    Now that is a lie

     

    I don't ever want to feel

    Like I did that day

    Take me to the place I love

    Take me all the way

     

    It's hard to believe

    That there's nobody out there

    It's hard to believe

    That I'm all alone

    At least I have her love

    The city she loves me

    Lonely as I am

    Together we cry

     

    I don't ever want to feel

    Like I did that day

    Take me to the place I love

    Take me all the way

     

    Under the bridge downtown

    Is where I drew some blood

    Under the bridge downtown

    I could not get enough

    Under the bridge downtown

    Forgot about my love

    Under the bridge downtown

    I gave my life away

     
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    July 26

    Le altre

    Eccomi qua, per concludere il "greatest hits" con le ultime tre canzoni che meritavano di avere vita anche sul nuovo blog. Le tre prescelte sono "The Number Of The Beast" degli Iron Maiden, dall'album omonimo del 1982, la leggendaria "Smoke On The Water" dei Deep Purple dall'album "Machine Head" del '72, e infine "Knockin' On Heaven's Door" di Bob Dylan, dall'album/colonna sonora "Pat Garret & Billy The Kid" del 1973, la canzone con più cover nella storia del rock. E con queste è finito il greatest, da domani riprenderò a pubblicare i testi di canzoni che finora non ho mai messo: Red Hot Chili Peppers, Jimi Hendrix, Lynyrd Skynyrd, System Of A Down...anche perchè ormai il blog è a posto, gli elenchi fondamentali li ho creati, le foto le ho messe, ho anche messo la musica, come vi sarete accorti...Mi scuso per le brevi presentazioni di questi giorni, ma era perchè le avevo già messe nel precedente blog, quindi i "fedelissimi" si ricorderanno...Chiedo quindi ancora scusa a chi non c'era mai entrato prima, e vi invito quindi ancora a consigliarmi le canzoni da inserire, perchè le pubblicherò sempre; ho una lista così di canzoni, ma qualcuna in più fa sempre comodo. A domani, con gli inediti! Enjoy!
     

    The Number Of The Beast

     

    INT:

    Woe to You, Oh Earth and Sea

    For the Devil sends the Beast with wrath

    Because He knows the time is short

    Let Him who hath understanding reacon the Number of the Beast

    For it is an Human number

    Its number is six hundred and sixty-six

     

    I left alone my mind was blank
    I needed time to think to get the memories from my mind

    What did I see can I believe that what I saw
    that night was real and not just fantasy

    Just what I saw in my old dreams were they
    reflections of my warped mind staring back at me

    ’cos in my dreams it's always there     the evil face that twists my mind
    and brings me to despair

    The night was black was no use holding back
    Cos I just had to see was someone watching me
    In the mist dark figures move and twist
    was all this for real or some kind of hell
    666 the Number of the Beast
    Hell and fire was spawned to be released

    Torches blazed and sacred chants were praised
    as they start to cry hands held to the sky
    In the night the fires burning bright
    the ritual has begun Satan's work is done
    666 the Number of the Beast
    Sacrifice is going on tonight

    This can't go on I must inform the law
    Can this still be real or some crazy dream
    but I feel drawn towards the evil chanting hordes
    they seem to mesmerise me...can't avoid their eyes
    666 the Number of the Beast
    666 the one for you and me

    I'm coming back I will return
    And I'll possess your body and I'll make you burn
    I have the fire I have the force
    I have the power to make my evil take its course

     

    Smoke On The Water

     

    We all came out to Montreux

    On the lake Geneva shoreline

    To make records with a mobile

    We didn’t have much time

    Frank Zappa and the mother’s

    Were at the best place around

    But some stupid with a flare gun

    Burned the place to the ground

    Smoke on the water, fire in the sky

     

    They burned down the gambling house

    It died with an awful sound

    Funky claude was running in and out

    Pulling kids out the ground

    When it all was over

    We had to find another place

    But Swiss time was running out

    It seemed that we would lose the race

    Smoke on the water, fire in the sky

     

    We ended up at the Grand Hotel

    It was empty cold and bare

    But with the rolling truck stones thing just outside

    Making our music there

    With a few red lights and a few old beds

    We make a place to sweat

    No matter what we get out of this

    I know well never forget

    Smoke on the water, fire in the sky

     

    Knockin’ On Heaven’s Door

     

    Mama, take this badge off of me
    I can’t use it anymore.
    It’s gettin dark, too dark for me to see
    I feel like I’m knockin’ on Heaven’s door.

    Knock, knock, knockin’ on Heaven’s door
    Knock, knock, knockin’ on Heaven’s door
    Knock, knock, knockin’ on Heaven’s door
    Knock, knock, knockin’ on Heaven’s door

    Mama, put my guns in the ground
    I can’t shoot them anymore.
    That long black cloud is comin down
    I feel like I’m knockin’ on Heaven’s door.

    Knock, knock, knockin’ on Heaven’s door
    Knock, knock, knockin’ on Heaven’s door
    Knock, knock, knockin’ on Heaven’s door
    Knock, knock, knockin’ on Heaven’s door

     

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    July 25

    Classici

    E oggi è il momento dei grandi classici del Rock anni '60, per la precisione "Stairway To Heaven" dei Led Zeppelin, dal mitico album "Led Zeppelin IV" (altrimenti conosciuto come "Four Simbols") del 1971, "Strawberry Fields Forever" dei Beatles, dall'album/colonna sonora "Magical Mistery Tour" del 1967, ed infine "Satisfaction", dei Rolling Stones dall'album "Out Of Our Heads" del 1965. Inoltre, vorrei ringraziare tutti gli ospiti che fino ad ora mi hanno lasciato i loro commenti. Grazie, mi hanno fatto davvero piaciere, spero che torniate a trovarmi!! Per oggi è tutto gente...Enjoy!
    P.S. Importante!!! L'ho detto diecimila volte sul vecchio blog, ma sul nuovo ancora mai: se avete delle canzoni da consigliare, che vorreste vedere su questo blog, non state a guardarvi le mani (per quanto so che ci si può impallare benissimo), scrivete! Ditemelo! Commentate!!
     

    Stairway To Heaven

     

    Theres a lady who’s sure
    All that glitters is gold
    And she’s buying a stairway to heaven.
    When she gets there she knows
    If the stores are all closed
    With a word she can get what she came for.
    Ooh, ooh, and she’s buying a stairway to heaven.

    Theres a sign on the wall
    But she wants to be sure
    ’cause you know sometimes words have two meanings.
    In a tree by the brook
    There’s a songbird who sings,
    Sometimes all of our thoughts are misgiven.
    Ooh, it makes me wonder,
    Ooh, it makes me wonder.

    There’s a feeling I get
    When I look to the west,
    And my spirit is crying for leaving.
    In my thoughts I have seen
    Rings of smoke through the trees,
    And the voices of those who standing looking.
    Ooh, it makes me wonder,
    Ooh, it really makes me wonder.

    And it’s whispered that soon
    If we all call the tune
    Then the piper will lead us to reason.
    And a new day will dawn
    For those who stand long
    And the forests will echo with laughter.

    If there’s a bustle in your hedgerow
    Don’t be alarmed now,
    Its just a spring clean for the may queen.
    Yes, there are two paths you can go by
    But in the long run
    There’s still time to change the road you’re on.
    And it makes me wonder.

    Your head is humming and it won’t go
    In case you don’t know,
    The piper’s calling you to join him,
    Dear lady, can you hear the wind blow,
    And did you know
    Your stairway lies on the whispering wind.

    And as we wind on down the road
    Our shadows taller than our soul.
    There walks a lady we all know
    Who shines white light and wants to show
    How everything still turns to gold.
    And if you listen very hard
    The tune will come to you at last.
    When all are one and one is all
    To be a rock and not to roll.

    …    And she’s buying a stairway to heaven…

     

    Strawberry Fields Forever

     

    Let me take you down, 'cause I'm going to strawberry fields
    Nothing is real and nothing to get hungabout
    Strawberry fields forever

    Living is easy with eyes closed, misunderstanding all you see
    It's getting hard to be someone but it all works out, it doesn't matter much to me
    Let me take you down, 'cause I'm going to strawberry fields
    Nothing is real and nothing to get hungabout
    Strawberry fields forever

    No one I think is in my tree, I mean it must be high or low
    That is you can't you know tune in but it's all right, that is I think it's not too bad
    Let me take you down, 'cause I'm going to strawberry fields
    Nothing is real and nothing to get hungabout
    Strawberry fields forever

    Always, no sometimes, think it's me, but you know I know when it's a dream
    I think I know I mean a 'yes' but it's all wrong, that is I think I disagree
    Let me take you down, 'cause I'm going to strawberry fields
    Nothing is real and nothing to get hungabout
    Strawberry fields forever
    Strawberry fields forever

     

    Satifaction

     

    I can't get no satisfaction
    I can't get no satisfaction
    'cause I try and I try and I try and I try
    I can't get no, I can't get no

    When I'm drivin' in my car
    And that man comes on the radio
    He's tellin' me more and more
    About some useless information
    Supposed to fire my imagination
    I can't get no, oh no no no
    Hey hey hey, that's what I say

    I can't get no satisfaction
    I can't get no satisfaction
    'cause I try and I try and I try and I try
    I can't get no, I can't get no

    When I'm watchin' my tv
    And that man comes on to tell me
    How white my shirts can be
    But he can't be a man 'cause he doesn't smoke
    The same cigarrettes as me
    I can't get no, oh no no no
    Hey hey hey, that's what I say

    I can't get no satisfaction
    I can't get no girl reaction
    'cause I try and I try and I try and I try
    I can't get no, I can't get no

    When I'm ridin' round the world
    And I'm doin' this and I'm signing that
    And I'm tryin' to make some girl
    Who tells me baby better come back later next week
    'cause you see I'm on losing streak
    I can't get no, oh no no no
    Hey hey hey, that's what I say

    I can't get no, I can't get no
    I can't get no satisfaction
    No satisfaction, no satisfaction, no satisfaction

     

     

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    July 24

    Le canzoni preferite

    Oggi, per l'appunto, inizio il "greatest hits" con le mie 3 canzoni preferite, ovvero: 1) "Bohemian Rhapsody" dei miticissimi Queen, dall'album "A Night At The Opera" del '75; 2) "Smells Like Teen Spirit", la canzone che ha segnato una generazione, dall'album "Nevermind" del 1991; 3) "Welcome To The Jungle" dei Guns N' Roses, dall'album "Appetite For Destruction" del 1987. Enjoy!
    P.S. Saluti a SirTheClever Boy; torna presto sul mio blog, ancora non hai visto niente!! Io tornerò sul tuo, e grazie del commento!!
     

    Bohemian Rhapsody

     

    Is this the real life
    Is this just fantasy
    Caught in a landslide
    No escape from reality
    Open your eyes
    Look up to the skies and see
    I’m just a poor boy, I need no sympathy
    Because I’m easy come, easy go
    A little high, little low
    Anyway the wind blows,doesn’t really matter to me
    To me

    Mama, just killed a man
    Put a gun against his head
    Pulled my trigger, now hes dead
    Mama, life had just begun
    But now I’ve gone and thrown it all away
    Mama ooo
    Didn’t mean to make you cry
    If I’m not back again this time tomorrow
    Carry on, carry on, as if nothing really matters

    Too late, my time has come
    Sends shivers down my spine
    Body’s aching all the time
    Goodbye everybody, I’ve got to go
    Gotta leave you all behind and face the truth
    Mama, ooo (anyway the wind blows)
    I don’t want to die
    I sometimes wish I’d never been born at all

    I see a little silhouette of a man
    Scaramouche, scaramouche will you do the fandango
    Thunderbolt and lightning - very very frightening me
    Galileo Galileo
    Galileo Galileo
    Galileo Figaro - magnifico
    But I’m just a poor boy and nobody loves me
    He’s just a poor boy from a poor family
    Spare him his life from this monstrosity
    Easy come easy go, will you let me go?
    Bismillah! No, we will not let you go - let him go
    Bismillah! We will not let you go - let him go
    Bismillah! We will not let you go - let me go
    Will not let you go - let me go
    Will not let you go - let me go
    No,no,no,no,no,no,no
    Mama mia, mama mia, mama mia let me go
    Beelzebub has a devil put aside for me, for me, for me

    So you think you can stone me and spit in my eye
    So you think you can love me and leave me to die
    Oh baby, can’t do this to me baby
    Just gotta get out, just gotta get right outta here

    Nothing really matters
    Anyone can see
    Nothing really matters, nothing really matters to me

    Anyway the wind blows....

     

    Smells Like Teen Spirit

     

    Load up on guns

    Bring your friends

    It’s fun to lose

    And to pretend

    She’s overboard

    Myself assured

    I know I know

    A dirty word

     

    Hello (x 16)

     

    With the lights out it’s less dangerous

    Here we are now

    Entertain us

    I feel stupid and contagious

    Here we are now

    Entertain us

    A mulatto

    An albino

    A mosquito

    My libido

    Yea

     

    I’m worse at what I do best

    And for this gift I feel blessed

    Our little group has always been

    And always will until the end

     

    Hello (x 16)

     

    With the lights out it’s less dangerous

    Here we are now

    Entertain us

    I feel stupid and contagious

    Here we are now

    Entertain us

    A mulatto

    An albino

    A mosquito

    My libido

    Yea

     

    And I forget

    Just what it takes

    And yet I guess it makes me smile

    I found it hard

    It’s hard to find

    Oh well, whatever, nevermind

     

    Hello (x 16)

     

    With the lights out it’s less dangerous

    Here we are now

    Entertain us

    I feel stupid and contagious

    Here we are now

    Entertain us

    A mulatto

    An albino

    A mosquito

    My libido

    Yea

     

    Welcome to the jungle

     

    Welcome to the jungle

    We got fun 'n' games

    We got everything you want

    Honey we know the names

    We are the people that can find

    Whatever you may need

    If you got the money honey

    We got your disease

     

     

    Rit:

    In the jungle

    Welcome to the jungle

    Watch it bring you to your knees, knees

    I wanna watch you bleed

     

     

    Welcome to the jungle

    We take it day by day

    If you want it you're gonna bleed

    But it's the price you pay

    And you're a very sexy girl

    That's very hard to please

    You can taste the bright lights

    But you won't get them for free

    In the jungle

    Welcome to the jungle

    Feel my, my, my serpentine

    I, I wanna hear you scream

     

     

    Welcome to the jungle

    It gets worse here everyday

    Ya learn ta live like an animal

    In the jungle where we play

    If you got a hunger for what you see

    You'll take it eventually

    You can have anything you want

    But you better not take it from me

     

     

    Rit.

     

     

    And when you're high you never

    Ever want to come down, yeah!

     

     

    You know where you are

    You're in the jungle baby

    You're gonna die

     

    In the jungle

    Welcome to the jungle

    Watch it bring you to your knees, knees

    In the jungle

    Welcome to the jungle

    Feel my, my, my serpentine

    In the jungle

    Welcome to the jungle

    Watch it bring you to your knees, knees

    In the jungle

    Welcome to the jungle

    Watch it bring you to your

    It's gonna bring you down!

    Ha!

     

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    SONO TORNATOOOOOOOOOOO

    SONO TORNATOOOOO!!!!Avete tentato di fermarmi, eh?!! Ma avete fallito, mi sentite?? Fallito!!! Sono sempre qui, nonostante il mio vecchio blog sia tuttore bloccato!!!
    Ma amici!! Benvenuti sul mio nuovo blog!! Vi spiego cosa è successo a quello vecchio: come forse avrete letto su "Novità", penultimo intervento prima della fine, avevo messo delle foto...diciamo non adatte ai bambini. Niente di porno, diciamo qualche foto dai calendari, ma i signori di Messenger non hanno gradito, e mi hanno bloccato il blog. Ero disperato, ho inviato mille messaggi a Msn, pregandoli di ridarmi il mio spazio, invano... Alla fine, ho capito cosa era giusto fare, e ho compiuto il gesto finale...Ma no, che avete capito? Se mi fossi suicidato non sarei manco qui. Volevo dire che ho cancellato il mio vecchio account e mi sono registrato con uno nuovo (iamthegame@alice.it), molto simile al vecchio, come vedete. E quindi SONO ANCORA QUI!!!! BUAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!! Come cantava il buon Axl Rose, "questo incendio sta bruciando ed è fuori controllo, non c'è nulla che tu possa fare perchè è ROCK 'N' ROLL!!!" Poi aggiungeva "ciuccia questo", ma evitiamo, non vorrei mandare a puttane anche questo blog. Vabbè. Comunque, questi primi 3 giorni non aggiungerò niente di nuovo, perchè li dedicherò alla creazione di elenchi, album e roba così (più un NOVITA' che migliorerà assai il blog), ma metterò comunque 3 canzoni per volta, le più belle tra queele del vecchio blog; una specie di  "greatest hits", insomma. Vi saluto allora. A domani, per le prime 3 canzoni e gli aggiornamenti. Enjoy, e ROCK 'N' RO0OOLLLLLLL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
     
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