[O.T.] Testi delle vostre canzoni preferite!

[Il Fede]

LENTO RIPPERS Viva la fica

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SP3Nm7jOJ1E

[norrin2007]

STING - SHAPE OF MY HEART

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=037uSAIahho

He deals the cards as a meditation
And those he plays never suspect
He doesn't play for the money he wins
He doesn't play for the respect
He deals the cards to find the answer
The sacred geometry of chance
The hidden law of probable outcome
The numbers lead a dance

I know that the spades are the swords of a soldier
I know that the clubs are weapons of war
I know that diamonds mean money for this art
But that's not the shape of my heart

He may play the jack of diamonds
He may lay the queen of spades
He may conceal a king in his hand
While the memory of it fades

I know that the spades are the swords of a soldier
I know that the clubs are weapons of war
I know that diamonds mean money for this art
But that's not the shape of my heart
That's not the shape, the shape of my heart

And if I told you that I loved you
You'd maybe think there's something wrong
I'm not a man of too many faces
The mask I wear is one
Those who speak know nothing
And find out to their cost
Like those who curse their luck in too many places
And those who fear are lost

I know that the spades are the swords of a soldier
I know that the clubs are weapons of war
I know that diamonds mean money for this art
But that's not the shape of my heart
That's not the shape of my heart

[Mavco Pizellonio]

Desafinado

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=g6w3a2v_50U

Se vocઠdisser que eu desafino, amor
Saiba que isso em mim provoca imensa dor
Sà³ previlegiados tàªm ouvido igual ao seu
Eu possuo apenas o que Deus me deu

Se vocઠinsiste em classificar
O meu comportamento de anti-musical
Eu, mesmo mentindo devo argumentar
Que isso è bossa-nova
Que isso è muito natural
Que vocઠnà£o sabe, nem sequer pressente
à‰ que os desafinados tambèm tàªm um coraà§à£o

Fotografei vocઠna minha Rolleiflex
Revelou-se a sua enorme ingratidà£o
Sà³ nà£o poderà¡ falar assim do meu amor
Este è o maior que vocઠpode encontrar, viu!
Vocઠcom a sua màºsica esqueceu o principal
Que no peito dos desafinados,
No fundo do peito, bate calado...
à‰ que no peito dos desafinados
Tambèm bate um coraà§à£o


Traduzione:

Se dici che sono stonato, amore
Sappi che cio' mi provoca un immenso dolore
Solo i privilegiati hanno un orecchio pari al tuo
Io ho solo quello che Dio mi ha dato

Se tu insisti nel classificare
Il mio comportamento come antimusicale
Io, a costo di mentire, devo rispondere
Che questa è bossa nova
Che questo è molto naturale
Cio' che tu non sai, e neppure immagini,
E' che anche gli stonati hanno un cuore

Ti ho fatto una foto con la mia Rolleiflex
Che ha mostrato una enorme ingratitudine
Ma non potrai parlare così del mio amore
E' la cosa più grande che potrai mai incontrare
Con la tua musica hai dimenticato la cosa principale,
Che nel petto degli stonati,
Batte in silenzio, proprio in fondo
Anche nel petto degli stonati
Batte un cuore

[CanellaBruneri]

So che non sembra un mio suggerimento di ascolto, ma, vi prego, ascoltate: par di stare in chiesa, da soli e senza dio tra le scatole.
Grazie

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UgjaacdD ... re=related

[norrin2007]

STEVIE WONDER - SUPERSTITION

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wDZFf0pm0SE

Very superstitious, writing's on the wall
Very superstitious, ladders bout' to fall
Thirteen month old baby, broke the lookin' glass
Seven years of bad luck, the good things in your past

When you believe in things that you don't understand
Then you suffer
Superstition ain't the way

Very superstitious, wash your face and hands
Rid me of the problem, do all that you can
Keep me in a daydream, keep me goin' strong
You don't wanna save me, sad is my song

When you believe in things that you don't understand
Then you suffer
Superstition ain't the way, yeh, yeh

Very superstitious, nothin' more to say
Very superstitious, the devil's on his way
Thirteen month old baby, broke the lookin' glass
Seven years of bad luck, good things in your past

When you believe in things that you don't understand
Then you suffer
Superstition ain't the way, no, no, no

[mr. brownstone]

Guns N' Roses - Estranged


When you're talkin to yourself
And nobody's home
You can fool yourself
You came in this world alone
(Alone)

So nobody ever told you baby
How it was gonna be
So what'll happen to you baby
Guess we'll have to wait and see
One, two

Old at heart but I'm only 28
And I'm much too young
To let love break my heart
Young at heart but it's getting much too late
To find ourselves so far apart


I don't know how you're s'posed
To find me lately
An what more could you ask from me
How could you say that I never needed you
When you took everything
Said you took everything from me


Young at heart an it gets so hard to wait
When no one I know can seem to help me now
Old at heart but I musn't hesitate
If I'm to find my own way out


Still talkin' to myself and nobody's home
(Alone)


So nobody ever told us baby
How it was gonna be
So what'll happen to us baby
Guess we'll have to wait and see


When I find out all the reasons
Maybe I'll find another way
Find another day
With all the changing seasons of my life
Maybe I'll get it right next time
An now that you've been broken down
Got your head out of the clouds
You're back down on the ground
And you don't talk so loud
An you don't walk so proud
Any more, and what for


Well I jumped into the river too many times
to make it home
I'm out here on my own, an drifting all alone
If it doesn't show give it time
To read between the lines
'Cause I see the storm getting closer
And the waves they get so high
Seems everything We've ever known's here
Why must it drift away and die


I'll never find anyone to replace you
Guess I'll have to make it thru, this time
Oh this time
Without you


I knew the storm was getting closer
And all my friends said I was high
But everything we've ever known's here
I never wanted it to die




http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u5LWaRvPFjU

Written by Axl Rose

[MisterWolf]

PEDRO NAVAJA (Ruben Blades)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0PqX3L5Am_8


Por la esquina del viejo barrio lo và­ pasar
Con el tumba´o que tienen los guapos al caminar
Las manos siempre el los bolsillos de su gabà¡n
Pa´ que no sepan en cuà¡l de ellas lleva el puà±al
Usa un sombrero de ala ancha de medio la´o
Y zapatillas por si hay problema salir vola´o
Lentes oscuros pa´ que no sepan què està¡ mirando
Y un diente de oro que cuando rà­e se ve brillando
Como a tres cuadras de aquella esquina una mujer
Va recorriendo la acera entera por quinta vez
Y en un zaguà¡n entra y se da un trago para olvidar
Que el dà­a està¡ flojo y que no hay clientes pa´ trabajar
Un carro pasa muy despacito por la avenida
No tiene marcas, pero to´ saben que es policà­a
Pedro Navaja, las manos siempre dentro ´el gabà¡n
Mira y sonrà­e y el diente de oro vuelve a brillar
Mientras camina pas la vista de esquina a esquina
No se ve un alma està  desierta to'a la avenida
Cuando de pronto esa mujer sale del zaguà n
Y Pedro Navaja aprieta un pugno dentro el gabà n
Mira pa´ un la´o, mira pal´ otro y no ve a nadie
Y a la carrera, pero sin ruido, cruza la calle
Y, mientras tanto, en la otra acera va esa mujer
Refunfuà±ando pues no hizo pesos con què comer.
Mientras camina del viejo abrigo saca un revà³lver, esa mujer
Y va a guardarlo en su cartera pa´ que no estorbe
Un trinta y ocho "SMITH & WESSON" del especial
Que carga encima pa´ que la libre de todo mal
Y Pedro Navaja, puà±al en mano, le fue pa´ encima
El diente de oro iba alumbrando to´a la avenida, hizo facil
Mientras reà­a el puà±al le hundà­a sin compasià³n
Cuando de pronto sonà³ un disparo como un caà±à³n...
Y Pedro Navaja cayà³ en la acera mientras veà­a a esa mujer
Que, revà³lver en mano y de muerte herida, a èl le decà­a:
"Yo que pensaba: hoy no es mi dà­a, estoy sala'
Pero, Pedro Navaja, tຠestà¡s peor: no està¡s en na´
"Y crèanme gente que aunque hubo ruido nadie salià³
No hubo curiosos, no hubo preguntas, nadie llorà³
Sà³lo un borracho con los dos cuerpos se tropezà³
Cogià³ el revolver, el puà±al, los pesos y se marchà³
Y tropezando se fue cantando desafina´o
El coro que aquà­ les traje y del mensaje de mi cancià³n:
"La vida te da sorpresas, sorpresas te da la vida" ¡ay, Dios!....
Matà³n de esquina, el que a hierro mata a hierro termina....
Maleante, pescador, mal anzuelo que tiraste,En vez de una sardina un tiburà³´ enganchaste......
Cinco millones de historias tiene la ciudad de N York ...
Como decà­a mi abuelita:"El que àºltimo rie, se rà­e mejor"..
Cuando lo manda el destino, no lo cambia ni el mà¡s bravo,
Si naciste pa´ martillo, del cielo te caen los clavos.......
Barrio de guapos cuida´o en la acera, cuida´o camara´
Que el que no corre, vuela...
Como en una novela de Kafka el borracho doblà³ por el callejà³n...

[CanellaBruneri]

Mi sto riguardando il film, giusto per creare un clima di festa carioca:

Bob Dylan:

"Knockin' on heaven's door"

Mama take this badge from me
I can't use it anymore
It's getting dark too dark to see
Feels 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 cold black cloud is comin' down
Feels 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


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=m2feoIM9baI

[CanellaBruneri]

Una delle canzoni più tristi (e più belle)del mondo:


Vecchio frac
Domenico Modugno

E' giunta mezzanotte
si spengono i rumori
si spegne anche l'insegna di quell'ultimo caffè
le strade son deserte
deserte e silenziose
un'ultima carrozza cigolando se ne' va
Il fiume scorre lento
frusciando sotto i ponti
la luna splende in cielo
dorme tutta la città 
Solo va un uomo in frac

Ha il cilindro per cappello
due diamanti per gemelli
un bastone di cristallo
la gardenia nell'occhiello
e sul candido gilè
un papllion, un papillon di seta blu

S'avvicina lentamente
con incedere elegante
ha l'aspetto trasognato
malinconico ed assente
non si sa da dove vien
ne dove va
chi mai sarà 
quell'uomo in frac

Buon nui, buon nui, buon nui, buon nui
Buona notte
va dicendo ad ogni cosa
ai fanali illuminati
ad un gatto innamorato
che randagio se ne va

E' giunta ormai l'aurora
si spengono i fanali
si sveglia a poco a poco tutta quanta la città 
la luna si e' incantata
sorpresa e impallidita
pian piano scolorandosi nel cielo sparirà 

Sbadiglia una finestra
sul fiume silenzioso
e nella luce bianca galleggiando se ne van
un cilindro, un fiore e un frac.

Galleggiando dolcemente
lasciandosi cullare
se ne scende lentamente
sotto i ponti verso il mare
verso il mare se va
chi mai sarà 
chi mai sarà  quell'uomo in frac.

Adieu, adieu, adieu, adieu, addio al mondo intero
ai ricordi del passato
ad un sogno mai sognato
ad un attimo d'amore
che mai ritornerà .

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=14kMJKEnxZY

[dada]

A CB.

Bob Dylan - "Hurricane"

Pistols shots ring out in the barroom night
Enter Patty Valentine from the upper hall
She sees the bartender in a pool of blood
Cries out "My God they killed them all"
Here comes the story of the Hurricane
The man the authorities came to blame
For something that he never done
Put him in a prison cell but one time he could-a been
The champion of the world.

Three bodies lying there does Patty see
And another man named Bello moving around mysteriously
"I didn't do it" he says and he throws up his hands
"I was only robbing the register I hope you understand
I saw them leaving" he says and he stops
"One of us had better call up the cops"
And so Patty calls the cops
And they arrive on the scene with their red lights flashing
In the hot New Jersey night.

Meanwhile far away in another part of town
Rubin Carter and a couple of friends are driving around
Number one contender for the middleweight crown
Had no idea what kinda shit was about to go down
When a cop pulled him over to the side of the road
Just like the time before and the time before that
In Patterson that's just the way things go
If you're black you might as well not shown up on the street
'Less you wanna draw the heat.

Alfred Bello had a partner and he had a rap for the corps
Him and Arthur Dexter Bradley were just out prowling around
He said "I saw two men running out they looked like middleweights
They jumped into a white car with out-of-state plates"
And Miss Patty Valentine just nodded her head
Cop said "Wait a minute boys this one's not dead"
So they took him to the infirmary
And though this man could hardly see
They told him that he could identify the guilty men.

Four in the morning and they haul Rubin in
Take him to the hospital and they bring him upstairs
The wounded man looks up through his one dying eye
Says "Wha'd you bring him in here for ? He ain't the guy !"
Yes here comes the story of the Hurricane
The man the authorities came to blame
For something that he never done
Put in a prison cell but one time he could-a been
The champion of the world.

Four months later the ghettos are in flame
Rubin's in South America fighting for his name
While Arthur Dexter Bradley's still in the robbery game
And the cops are putting the screws to him looking for somebody to blame
"Remember that murder that happened in a bar ?"
"Remember you said you saw the getaway car?"
"You think you'd like to play ball with the law ?"
"Think it might-a been that fighter you saw running that night ?"
"Don't forget that you are white".

Arthur Dexter Bradley said "I'm really not sure"
Cops said "A boy like you could use a break
We got you for the motel job and we're talking to your friend Bello
Now you don't wanta have to go back to jail be a nice fellow
You'll be doing society a favor
That sonofabitch is brave and getting braver
We want to put his ass in stir
We want to pin this triple murder on him
He ain't no Gentleman Jim".

Rubin could take a man out with just one punch
But he never did like to talk about it all that much
It's my work he'd say and I do it for pay
And when it's over I'd just as soon go on my way
Up to some paradise
Where the trout streams flow and the air is nice
And ride a horse along a trail
But then they took him to the jailhouse
Where they try to turn a man into a mouse.

All of Rubin's cards were marked in advance
The trial was a pig-circus he never had a chance
The judge made Rubin's witnesses drunkards from the slums
To the white folks who watched he was a revolutionary bum
And to the black folks he was just a crazy nigger
No one doubted that he pulled the trigger
And though they could not produce the gun
The DA said he was the one who did the deed
And the all-white jury agreed.

Rubin Carter was falsely tried
The crime was murder 'one' guess who testified
Bello and Bradley and they both baldly lied
And the newspapers they all went along for the ride
How can the life of such a man
Be in the palm of some fool's hand ?
To see him obviously framed
Couldn't help but make me feel ashamed to live in a land
Where justice is a game.

Now all the criminals in their coats and their ties
Are free to drink martinis and watch the sun rise
While Rubin sits like Buddha in a ten-foot cell
An innocent man in a living hell
That's the story of the Hurricane
But it won't be over till they clear his name
And give him back the time he's done
Put him in a prison cell but one time he could-a been
The champion of the world.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Przbnf_bfU0

[CanellaBruneri]

A CB.

Bob Dylan - "Hurricane"

...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Przbnf_bfU0

Sì, era forte Rubin,
ed è vero poteva diventare il Campione

Mondo di merda

[CanellaBruneri]

Piccolo OT:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kgDxA78CJho

''ragazzo, porta rispetto per le tue gambe: l'unica volta che hai diritto a piegarle è mentre muori''

fine OT

(grazie dada)

[mr. brownstone]

punkreas - isterico ('sta canzone è una bella valvola di sfogo)

Gli psicofarmaci sono la mia unica via
sono distrutto quasi del tutto consumato
i capitalisti vivono sopra la mia testa
mi succhiano fuori le ultime energie
i dottori sono perplessi mi scrutano
e sparano diagnosi azzardate
che teste di cazzo tanto lo so anch'io
sono malato e da solo mi sono diagnosticato!

Sono un isterico, sono un isterico pazzo da legare
sono un isterico, sono un isterico mi devo curare.
Isterico! Pazzo da legare! Isterico! Mi devo curare!

Sono un isterico, sono un isterico pazzo da legare
sono un isterico, sono un isterico mi devo curare.
Isterico! Pazzo da legare! Isterico! Mi devo curare!

Gli psicofarmaci sono la mia unica via
sono distrutto quasi del tutto consumato
i capitalisti vivono sopra la mia testa
mi succhiano fuori le ultime energie
i dottori sono perplessi mi scrutano
e sparano diagnosi azzardate
che teste di cazzo tanto lo so anch'io
sono malato e da solo mi sono diagnosticato!

Sono un isterico, sono un isterico pazzo da legare
sono un isterico, sono un isterico mi devo curare.
Isterico! Pazzo da legare! Isterico! Mi devo curare!

[dada]

A proposito di canzoni tristi... Questa è scontatissema e non ha parole. Sette-otto anni fa, al solo udirne l'incipit, piangevo come un vitello, negl'intervalli gridavo "mamma" (cit.).



http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Lkpbu00_ ... re=related

[El Diablo]

Complimenti a Canella e Dada, anche un "merdallaro" come me apprezza.