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7 days ago
King of Carrot Flowers pt. 1 When you were young you were the king of carrot flowers and how you built a tower tumbling through the trees in holy rattlesnakes that fell all around your feet and your mom would stick a fork right into daddy's shoulder and dad would throw the garbage all across the floor as we would lay and learn what each other's bodies were for and this is the room one afternoon I knew I could love you and from above you how I sank into your soul into that secret place where no one dares to go and your mom would drink until she was no longer speaking and dad would dream of all the different ways to die each one a little more than he could dare to try Neutral Milk Hotel, 1998 http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4avoEbGjYu0&feature=related questi sono i giorni dei miracoli e delle domande questa è la grande distanza a chiamare il modo in cui la telecamera ci segue a r a l l e n t a t o r e il modo in ...
89 days ago
I am in the English Channel, it is cold, exceedingly wet. I am the voice of Britain before the Daily Express. my name is Britannia. this is my song. it's called: Dancing with the Moonlit Knight. Peter Gabriel with Genesis, live in 1973 http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RdD6L4cKKU8 ... the Captain leads his dance right on through the night - join the dance... Follow on! Till the Grail sun sets in the mould. Follow on! Till the gold is cold. Dancing out with the moonlit knight, Knights of the Green Shield stamp and shout.. http://www.wateredge.it/Resources/Selling%20England%20by%20the%20Pound/Dancing%20With%20The%20Moonlight%20Knight%20(Testo%20e%20Traduzione).pdf
158 days ago
Sono nato in una botte in fondo ad un fienile; la luce cadeva sulle mie palpebre chiuse, così, i primi otto giorni, tutto mi sembrò rosa. L'ottavo fu ancora meglio; guardai e vidi una grande pioggia di luce sull'ombra nera, dove danzavano la polvere e gli insetti. Il fieno era caldo ed odoroso; i ragni dormivano appesi alle ragnatele; i moscerini ronzavano; tutti avevano un'aria felice. Imbaldanzito, volli toccare la chiazza bianca dove turbinavano quei piccoli diamanti, che raggiungeva il tetto con una colonna dorata. Rotolai come una palla, mi bruciai gli occhi, mi ammaccai i fianchi; soffocai e tossii fino a sera. da "Vita e Opinioni filosofiche di un gatto" di Hippolyte Taine a cura di Giuseppe Scaraffia
337 days ago
Ecco una canzone che parla dell'impegno in politica.. una ballata tradizionale irlandese con un arrangiamento energico e romantico. tratta da "Evening comes early" di John Doyle, ex-chitarrista dei Solas. The wheels of the world John: Come all of you true sons of Erin, attend to these few nimble lines I'll sing you a song about spinning. It was a good trade in earl time now some they spun worsted and yarn, and some they spun flax and tow by experience, my friends, you can learn how the wheels of the world.. how they do go Mairead /John: William Pitt was a good spinner, and so was Lord Castlereagh is one of the Union for Ireland to England they shipped it away Pitt spun out his existence, and he took a long trip on a boat Lord Castlereagh saved the distance, by cutting the rim of his throat Mairead : Napoleon he was a great spinner, he freedom did always ...
564 days ago
Io trascino negli occhi dei torrenti di acqua chiara.. non è mai detto.. che a canzoni si fan rivoluzioni e si possa far poesia?
