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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

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lunedì, 03 settembre 2007

con tutta l'Aenima

ilarem; concerti; commenti (1)?

E, alla fine, esci.

Ma è come se tutto ancora fosse dentro, ancora lì, il tuo cuore, a battere.

Meraviglia.

Cerchi di ripercorrere subito quello che è passato, come se già fosse un ricordo lontano, e che, speri, rimanga così per molto tempo, forse per sempre.

Quando i Tool salgono sul palco, la notte ancora combatte con il tramonto.

Ma tutto scompare, lì sotto. Per un attimo vedi solo braccia, e mani, e teste, e gomiti, addosso. Jambi, per prima.

E loro, implacabili, ti prendono l’anima in ritmo, più forte, e ancora, e ancora, te la ridanno, e quando pensi sia tua, se la riprendono.

In prima fila, basso e chitarra, the voice accanto alla batteria.

Luci. Sudore. Basso.

È un’esplosione, ti trascini in una marea di persone, che, come una risacca, avanzano, indietreggiano, e tu, naufrago.

E canti, come non pensavi di fare, tu con loro, e loro, per noi.

Si stagliano dai proiettori alle loro spalle, e su di loro.

Le immagini psichedeliche che conosci, colorate e buie, nero bianco arancione addosso, anche loro ti riempiono gli occhi - vedo troppo, non lo conterrò tutto, dove voglio guardare? -

E voce melodica, distaccata, una luce ora placida, ora forte, ora sussurrata.

Chiudi gli occhi.

Qui, canti.

Questa è musica mentale.

Intorno un coro di spettatori che strilla le grida di un altro, che canta le stesse parole, che dondola alla stessa melodia, che sente la stessa cosa. E lo senti - ad occhi aperti non me ne accorgevo - che dal pubblico e dal palco, fino al ragazzo della sicurezza che canta anche lui, tutti proviamo la stessa emozione.

Maynard canta dalla seconda fila le sue parole senza testo, e stringe il microfono come se fosse l’ultima.

Suoni, sotto la cassa che sembra sputarti in faccia un vento implacabile, e pensi: Ancora.

Ancora a non finire mai.

Ogni volta che il ritmo risale, torni al mondo anche tu, le gambe tremano per lo sforzo - è questa la terra? - e le mani, in alto, come un fedele in una chiesa. Tremi - perché? - un ragazzo si gira e dice: Lateralus.

E ti perdi in quell’assolo perfetto, che sembra provenire da te stesso, che poi, è in effetti così.

Ancora a non finire mai.

ma la Fine arriva. dopo un'ora e un quarto.

Vicarious, a concludere.

Prima di scendere, lanciano le bacchette della batteria, plettri, acqua, e un pezzo di carta appallottolata, che mi aggiudico.

Aspetto un po’, poi lo apro: la scaletta della serata.

Il mio ricordo migliore.

Rimango qui?

Aspetto.

Ora

Nine inch nails

Entra la batteria, chitarra, basso, e poi Trent.

Come prima , ovviamente, l’inizio della fine

The beginnig of the end.

Ed è già una follia. Gli effetti sono meravigliosi, una grande gabbia di luci mobile, come un video in cui si vede attraverso, e loro, dietro a violentare i microfoni.

Con i tool è anima - aenima - con i nin è cuore.

Qui, balli.

Questa è musica corporea.

Ti lasci andare ad un ritmo così diverso da quello che prima ti aveva riempito, ma amabilmente opportuno.

E ti manca il fiato - è emozione o troppa gente? - senti, che ti senti come a casa.

Potrebbe andare avanti tutta la notte - che ore sono? - non m’importa.

Sfasciano gli strumenti, già dalle prime canzoni, basta una botta con l’asta del microfono per far spezzare di netto il collo della chitarra, e poi, l’altra.

Si fermano, arriva un ragazzo sul palco che parla per loro.

Ci scusiamo per non essere venuti qui spesso, speriamo d’ora in poi, di rimediare.

Una piccola nota sulla pirateria: non m’interessa come vi procurate la musica, so solo che così le uniche che ci rimettono sono le grandi etichette discografiche, e, se questo è il problema, chisenefotte.

L’importante è che la musica, e la nostra, vi piaccia, non smettete mai di ascoltarla, passatela ai vostri amici e a quanta più gente possibile, fregatevene e usate qualsiasi mezzo, internet o altro.

Questo è ciò che conta.

Applauso.

Poi, riprendono.

E tengono fede alle loro parole, dimostrando quanto amano quello che stanno facendo.

Ancora, a non finire mai.

Ogni nota è pesata, sembra quasi distillata quando suonano Me, I’m not davanti alle luci televisore, su cui, dietro ognuno di loro, aleggia un’aura verde.

C’è ancora chi cerca di passare davanti, ma siamo agli sgoccioli.

Alla fine, Trent, solo, davanti ad una nevicata di lucine che scendono rade dallo schermo, solo per lui - non ci sono fiocchi a terra? - a cantare Hurt, come fosse una ninnananna che ci regala per la buonanotte.

Nessun’altra canzone poteva chiudere questa giornata.

I hurt myself today

To see if i still feel

I focus on the pain

The only thing that’s real

The needle tears a hole

The old familiar sting

Try to kill it all away

But I remember everything

What have I become?

My sweetest friend

Everyone I know

Goes away in the end

You could have it all

My empire of dirt

I will let you down

I will make you hurt

I wear my crown of shit

On my liar’s chair

Full of broken thoughts

I cannot repair

Beneath the stain of time

The feeling disappears

You are someone else

I am still right here

What have I become?

My sweetest friend

Everyone I know

Goes away in the end

You could have it all

My empire of dirt

I will let you down

I will make you hurt

If I could start again

A million miles away

I would keep myself

I would find a way