White Rabbit
(Jefferson Airplaine)
One pill makes you larger
And one pill makes you small
And the ones that mother gives you
Don't do anything at all
Go ask Alice
When she's ten feet tall
And if you go chasing rabbits
And you know you're going to fall
Tell 'em a hookah smoking caterpillar
Has given you the call
Recall Alice
When she was just small
When men on the chessboard
Get up and tell you where to go
And you've just had some kind of mushroom
And your mind is moving slow
Go ask Alice
I think she'll know
When logic and proportion
Have fallen sloppy dead
And the White Knight is talking backwards
And the Red Queen's: "Off with her head!"
Remember what the dormouse said:
"FEED YOUR HEAD!
FEED YOUR HEAD!"
Cornflake Girl
(Tori Amos)
Never was a cornflake girl
Thought that was a good solution
Hanging with the raisin girls
She's gone to the other side
Givin us a yo heave ho
Things are getting kind of gross
And I go at sleepy time
This is not really happening
You bet your life it is
Peel out the watchword
Just peel out the watchword
She knows what's goin on
Seems we got a cheaper feel now
All the sweetcaze are gone
Gone to the other side
With my encyclopedia
They musta paid her a nice price
She's putting on her string bean love
This is not really happening
You bet your life it is
Peal our the watchword
Just peel out the watchword
Never was a cornflake girl
Thought that was a good solution
Rabbit where'd you put the keys girl
And the man with the golden gun thinks he knows so much
Thinks he knows so much
Rabbit where'd you put the keys girl
3 Libras
(A Perfect Circle)
Threw you the obvious and you flew
with it on your back, a name in your recollection,
thrown down among a million same.
Difficult not to feel a little bit disappointed
and passed over
when i've looked right through
to see you naked and oblivious
and you don't see me.
But i threw you the obvious
just to see if there's more behind the eyes
of a fallen angel,
the eyes of a tragedy.
Here i am expecting just a little bit
too much from the wounded.
But i see through it all
and see you.
So i threw you the obvious
to see what occurs behind the eyes of a fallen angel,
eyes of a tragedy.
Oh well.
Apparently nothing.
You don't, you don't
You don't see me.
You don't see me at all.
Ashes To Ashes
(Faith No More)
I want them to know it's me
It's on my head
I'll point the finger at me
It's on my head
Give it all to you, then I'll be closer
Smiling with the mouth of the ocean
And I'll wave to you with the arms of the mountain
I'll see you
I will let you shout no more
It's on my head (It's on my head)
I'll pick you up from the floor
It's on my head (It's on my head)
I'll let you even the score
It's on my head (It's on my head)
Give it all to you, then I'll be closer
Smiling with the mouth of the ocean
And I'll wave to you with the arms of the mountain
I'll see you
Give the same to me, then I'll be closer, closer
Give the same to me, then I'll be closer, closer
Smiling with the mouth of the ocean
And I'll wave to you with the arms of the mountain
Give the same to me, then I'll be closer, closer
Give the same to me, then I'll be closer, closer
Send His Love To Me
(PJ Harvey)
Lover had to leave me
'Cross the desert plain
Turned to me his lady
Tell me "lover wait"
Calling Jesus, please
Send his love to me
Oh, wind and rain they haunt me
Look to the North and pray
Send me, please, his kisses
Send them home today
I'm begging, Jesus, please
Send his love to me
Left alone in desert
This house becomes a hell
This love becomes a tether
This room becomes a cell
Mummy, daddy, please
Send him back to me
How long must I suffer?
Dear God, I've served my time
This love becomes my torture
This love, my only crime
Oh lover please release me
My arms too weak to grip
My eyes to dry for weeping
My lips too dry to kiss
Calling, Jesus, please
Send his love to me
I'm begging, Jesus, please
Send his love to me
H
(Tool)
It’s coming through is alive.
What’s holding up is a mirror.
But what’s singing songs is a snake
Looking to turn this piss to wine.
They’re both totally void of hate,
But killing me just the same.
The snake behind me hisses
What my damage could have been.
My blood before me begs me
Open up my heart again.
And I feel this coming over like a storm again.
Considerately...
Venomous voice, tempts me,
Drains me, bleeds me,
Leaves me cracked and empty.
Drags me down like some sweet gravity.
The snake behind me hisses
What my damage could have been.
My blood before me begs me
Open up my heart again.
And I feel this coming over like a storm again.
I am too connected to you to
Slip away, to fade away.
Days away I still feel you
Touching me, changing me,
And considerately killing me.
Without the skin,
Beneath the storm,
Under these tears
The walls came down.
And the snake is drowned and
As I look in his eyes,
My fear begins to fade
Recalling all of those times.
I could have cried then.
I should have cried then.
And as the walls come down and
As I look in your eyes
My fear begins to fade
Recalling all of the times
I have died
And will die.
It’s all right.
I don’t mind.
I am too connected to you to
Slip away, to fade away.
Days away I still feel you
Touching me, changing me,
And considerately killing me
The Warmth
(Incubus)
I'd like to close my eyes go numb
but there's a cold wind comming from
the top of the highest high-rise today.
It's not a breeze cause it blows hard.
Yes and it's wants me to discard
the humanity I know
Watch the warmth blow away.
Don't let the world bring you down
Not everyone here is that fucked up and cold
Remember why you came
and while you're alive
experience the warmth
before you grow old
Do you think I should adhere
to that pressing new frontier
and leave in my wake a trail of fear?
Or should I hold my head up high
and throw a wrench in spokes by
leaving the air behind me clear?
The Fragile
(Nine Inch Nails)
She shines
in a world full of ugliness
she matters when everything is meaningless
Fragile
she doesn't see her beauty
she tries to get away
sometimes
it's just that nothing seems worth saving
I can't watch her slip away
I won't let you fall apart
She reads the minds of all the people as they pass her by
hoping someone can see
if I could fix myseld I'd - but it's too late for me
I wont let you fall apart
we'll find the perfect place to go where we can run and hide
I'll build a wall and we can keep them on the other side
...but they keep waiting
...and picking...
It's something I have to do
I was there, too
before everyhting else
I was like you
Mi sento sempre un'idiota a parlare seriamente di sentimenti. Non so perchè. O forse lo so... Ma mi rendo conto che sono parte integrante del nostro vivere, croce e delizia di vita che spesso non sembra interessata a nient'altro. Anche per chi, come me, millanta il contrario.
E chi è, davvero, che riesce a non lasciarsi coinvolgere da questo genere di cose? Probabilmente è proprio per colpa di "versi senza forza" se l'amore è diventato un argomento logoro, destinato oramai a giustificare solo i nostri errori.
Mike Patton dice: "Man was born to love".
Manuel Agnelli dice: "L'amore è una patologia".
Io penso sia un' arma che ferisce anche gli animi più corazzati. E un rimedio che lenisce anche le ferite più profonde.
Opinioni diverse, ma sempre vere. Solo l'amore riesce ad essere così coerentemente contraddittorio.
E ness'unaltra canzone, ora, mi sembra descivere bene di come sia forza e fragilità.
Cyrano (Guccini)
Venite pure avanti voi, con il naso corto
signori imbellettati, io più non vi sopporto
Infilerò la penna ben dentro al vostro orgoglio
perché con questa spada vi uccido quando voglio.
Venite pure avanti, poeti sgangherati
inutili cantanti di giorni sciagurati
buffoni che campate di versi senza forza
avrete soldi e gloria, ma non avete scorza
Godetevi il successo, godete finchè dura
che il pubblico è ammaestrato e non vi fa paura
e andate chissà dove per non pagar le tasse
col ghigno e l’ignoranza dei primi della classe
Io sono solo un povero cadetto di Guascogna
però non la sopporto la gente che non sogna
gli orpelli, l’arrivismo, all’amo non abbocco
e al fin della licenza io non perdono e tocco
io non perdono, non perdono e tocco.
Facciamola finita, venite tutti avanti
nuovi protagonisti, politici rampanti
venite portaborse, ruffiani, mezzecalze
feroci conduttori di trasmissione false
Che avete spesso fatto del qualunquismo un’arte
coraggio liberisti, buttate giù le carte
tanto ci sarà sempre chi pagherà le spese
in questo benedetto, assurdo belpaese
Non me ne frega niente se anche io sono sbagliato
spiacere è il mio piacere, io amo essere odiato
coi furbi e prepotenti da sempre mi balocco
e al fin della licenza io non perdono e tocco
io non perdono, non perdono e tocco.
Ma quando sono solo, con questo naso al piede
e almeno di mezz’ora da sempre mi precede
si spegne la mia rabbia, ricordo con dolore
che a me è quasi proibito il sogno di un amore
Non so quante ne ho amate, non so quante ne ho avute
per colpa o per destino, le donne le ho perdute
e quando sento il peso d’essere sempre solo
mi chiudo in casa e scrivo, e scrivendo mi consolo
Ma dentro di me sento che il grande amore esiste
amo senza peccato, amo ma sono triste
perché Rossana è bella, siamo così diversi
a parlarle non riesco, le scriverò dei versi
le parlerò coi versi.
Venite gente vuota, facciamola finita
voi preti che vendete a tutti un’altra vita
se c’è come voi dite un Dio nell’infinito
guardatevi nel cuore, l’avete già tradito
E voi materialisti col vostro chiodo fisso
che Dio è morto e l’uomo è solo in questo abisso
le verità cercate per terra da maiali
tenetevi le ghiande, lasciatemi le ali
Tornate a casa nani, levatevi davanti
per la mia rabbia enorme mi servono giganti
ai dogmi e pregiudizi da sempre non abbocco
e al fin della licenza io non perdono e tocco
io non perdono, non perdono e tocco.
Io tocco i miei nemici col naso e con la spada
ma in questa vita, oggi, non trovo più la strada
non voglio rassegnarmi ad essere cattivo
tu sola puoi salvarmi, tu sola e te lo scrivo.
Deve esserci lo sento, in terra, in cielo un posto
dove non soffriremo e tutto sarà giusto
non ridere, ti prego, di queste mie parole
io sono solo un'ombra e tu, Rossana, il sole
Ma tu lo so non ridi, dolcissima signora
Ed io non mi nascondo sotto la tua dimora
perchè oramai lo sento, non ho sofferto invano
se mi ami come sono,
per sempre tuo
per sempre tuo, per sempre tuo,
Cyrano