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mercoledì, marzo 30, 2005
 
Chapala y Ajijic
postato dal voster liofunk | 02:43 | commenti (1)


martedì, marzo 29, 2005
 

MEXICO.
Giornate splendide nello stato di Jalisco.
Presto in partenza per Aguascaliente,
presto seashore.
Abrazos.

voster semper voster

postato dal voster liofunk | 03:54 | commenti (1)


mercoledì, febbraio 16, 2005
 

Rancid - Journey To The End Of The East Bay

Reconciled to the belief consumed in sacred ground for me
There wasn't always a place to go
But there was always an urge, a need to belong
All these bands and all these people
All these friends and we were equals, but
Whatcha gonna do when everybody goes on without you

To the end, to the end, I'll journey to the end
To the end, to the end, I'll journey to the end
To the end, yeah
To the end, to the end, I'll journey to the end

started in '87, ended in '89
You got a gargage or an amp we'll play anytime
It was just the 4 of us, yea man the core of us
Too much attention unavoidably destroyed us
Four kids on tour 3,000 miles
In a four door car not knowing what was going on
Not if we got a billion years it would turn out like this
Hell no, no preminition could have seen this

To the end, to the end, I'll journey to the end
To the end, to the end, I'll journey to the end
To the end, yeah
To the end, to the end, I'll journey to the end

Matty came from far away
From New Orleans, then into the east bay
He said this is a mecca
I said this aint no mecca man, this place is fucked
Three months go by, he had no home
He had no food, he's all alone
Matty said fool me once, shame on you
He said fool me twice, he went back to New Orleans

To the end, to the end, I'll journey to the end
To the end, to the end, I'll journey to the end
To the end, yeah
To the end, to the end, I'll journey to the end

postato dal voster liofunk | 15:32 | commenti (3)


giovedì, febbraio 03, 2005
 
Close your eyes so you don't feel them
They don't need to see you cry
I can't promise I will heal you
But if you want to I will try
To sing this summer serenade
The past is done we've been betrayed It's true
Some might say the truth will out
But I believe without a doubt in you

You were there for summer dreaming
And you gave me what I need
And I hope you find your freedom
For eternity

For eternity

Yesterday when we were walking
You talked about your ma and dad
What they did that made you happy
What they did that made you sad
We sat and watched the sun go down
Then picked a star before we lost the moon
Youth is wasted on the young
Before you know it's come and gone too soon

You were there for summer dreaming
And you gave me what I need
And I hope you find your freedom
For eternity

For eternity

You were there for summer dreaming
And you are a friend indeed
And I hope you find your freedom

Eventually

You were there for summer dreaming
And you gave me what I need
And I know you'll find your freedom
Eventually

For eternity
postato dal voster liofunk | 10:55 | commenti (1)


martedì, febbraio 01, 2005
 

 E me andavo da quella Roma addormentata, da quella Roma puttanona, borghese, fascistoide, quella Roma del volemose bene, annamo avanti, quella Roma delle pizzerie, delle latterie, dei sali e tabacchi, degli erbaggi e frutta, quella Roma dei mostaccioli e caramelle, dei supplì, dei lupini, dei maritozzi colla panna, senza panna, delle mosciarelle

me andavo da quella Roma dei pizzicaroli, dei portieri, dei casini, dei casini, delle approssimazioni, degli imbrogli, degli appuntamenti ai quali non si arriva mai puntuali, dei pagamenti che non vengono effettuati, quella Roma dei funzionari dei ministeri, degli impiegati, dei bancari, quella Roma dove le domande erano sempre già chiuse, dove ce voleva ‘na raccomandazione

me andavo da quella Roma dei pisciatoi, dei vespasiani, delle fontanelle, degli ex-voto, quella Roma della circolare destra e della circolare sinistra, delle mille chiese, delle cattedrali fuori le mura, dentro le mura, quella Roma delle suore, dei frati, dei preti, dei gatti

me andavo da quella Roma degli attici colla vista, la Roma di piazza Bologna, di Via Veneto, di via Gregoriana, quella dannunziana, quella eterna, quella di giorno, quella di notte, quella turistica, la Roma dell’orchestrina a piazza Esedra, la Roma di Propaganda Fide, la Roma fascista di Piacentini

me andavo da quella Roma che ci invidiano tutti, la Roma caput mundi, del Colosseo, dei Fori imperiali, di piazza Venezia, dell’Altare della patria, dell’Università di Roma, quella Roma sempre col sole estate e inverno, quella Roma ch’è meglio di Milano

me andavo da quella Roma dove la gente orinava per le strade, quella Roma fetente e impiegatizia, dei mille bottegai, de Iannetti, di Gucci, di Ventrella, di Bulgari, di Schostal, di Carmignani, di Avegna, quella Roma dove non c’è lavoro, dove non c’è ‘na lira, quella Roma der còre de Roma

me andavo da quella Roma della Banca Commerciale Italiana, del Monte di Pietà, di ...chi cazzo, di campo de’ Fiori, di Piazza Navona, quella Roma che c’hai ‘na sigaretta, e prestame cento lire, quella Roma del Coni, del Concorso ippico, quella Roma del Foro che portava e porta ancora il nome di Mussolini, me n’andavo da quella Roma di merda !

Mamma Roma !
Addio.

postato dal voster liofunk | 23:45 | commenti (2)


mercoledì, gennaio 19, 2005
 
 was trying to be misunderstood
But it didn't do me any good
I always seem to start a fight
I'd break my heart to make things right
Let them all fly off

When it comes down it all comes down
And you will not be found
When it's over it's all over
And even if you make a sound

You'll be misunderstood
By the beautiful and good in this city
But none of it was planned
Take me by the hand
Just don't try and understand

Trying to be misunderstood
Another product of my childhood
Still I find myself outside
You can't say I haven't tried
Perhaps I tried too hard

No excuses I won't apologise
Or justify your lies
Come and find me tell them to me
Now look me in the eyes

I'll be misunderstood
By the beautiful and good in this city
But none of it was planned
Take me by the hand
Just don't try and understand

I can't forgive sorry to say
Don't know you're guilty anyway
Isn't it funny how we don't speak
The language of love?
 
postato dal voster liofunk | 17:17 | commenti


giovedì, dicembre 16, 2004
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


 


postato dal voster liofunk | 23:44 | commenti (1)


martedì, dicembre 14, 2004
 
titta på Lilla Huset
postato dal voster liofunk | 16:29 | commenti
 

We've been on the run
Driving in the sun
Looking out for #1
California here we come
Right back where we started from

Hustlers grab your guns
Your shadow weighs a ton
Driving down the 101
California here we come
Right back where we started from

California!
Here we come!

On the stereo
Listen as we go
Nothing's gonna stop me now
California here we come
Right back where we started from
Pedal to the floor
Thinkin' of the roar
Gotta get us to the show
California here we come
Right back where we started from

California!
Here we come!


 

 

 

 

 

 










Io sono la terza onda in arrivo,
quella più grande,
quella più devastante,
che nessuno sembra vedere,
neanche voi.










































postato dal voster liofunk | 11:57 | commenti (2)


venerdì, dicembre 03, 2004
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

esplosione,
polvere
e si ricostruisce.



postato dal voster liofunk | 14:15 | commenti (1)


martedì, novembre 30, 2004
 

 

 

 

 


Ho avuto un attacco acuto di Svezia.
Supermercato: Nachos, Guacamole, Hot Salsa, Cheese, Macinato, Coca Cola.
Come ai bei tempi, svaccati al pub di V-Dala, mangiando nachos messicani con fuori -30°.
Torno verso casa.
SMS.
Era Fabietto dalla Spagna. Vicino anche da così lontano, come fosse a Rm.
Ma minchia, c'ho i lacrimoni e fuori c'è la nebbia e fa freddo.
Grazie F.
(E grazie pure ai Nachos).












postato dal voster liofunk | 22:31 | commenti (5)


giovedì, novembre 18, 2004
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


 


postato dal voster liofunk | 08:07 | commenti (3)
 

Sto tornando,
piano piano;
appena avrò gli occhi liberi dal sangue ci sarò.
Ma in realtà,
non me ne sono mai andato.





postato dal voster liofunk | 07:59 | commenti


domenica, ottobre 10, 2004
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

An old man turned ninety-eight
He won the lottery and died the next day
It's a black fly in your Chardonnay
It's a death row pardon two minutes too late
Isn't it ironic, don't you think

It's like rain on your wedding day
It's a free ride when you've already paid
It's the good advice that you just didn't take
And who would've thought, it figures

Mr. Play It Safe was afraid to fly
He packed his suitcase and kissed his kids good-bye
He waited his whole damned life to take that flight
And as the plane crashed down he thought
"Well isn't this nice"
And isn't it ironic...don't you think

It's like rain on your wedding day
It's a free ride when you've already paid
It's the good advice that you just didn't take
And who would've thought, it figures

Well life has a funny way of sneaking up on you
When you think everything's okay and everything's going right
And life has a funny way of helping you out when
You think everything's gone wrong and everything blows up in your face

A traffic jam when you're already late
A no-smoking sign on your cigarette break
It's like ten thousand spoons when all you need is a knife
It's meeting the man of my dreams
And then meeting his beautiful wife

And isn't it ironic, don't you think
A little too ironic, and yeah I really do think

It's like rain on your wedding day
It's a free ride when you've already paid
It's the good advice that you just didn't take
And who would've thought, it figures

Life has a funny way of sneaking up on you
Life has a funny, funny way of helping you out
Helping you out















































postato dal voster liofunk | 15:45 | commenti (3)


giovedì, ottobre 07, 2004
 

Leaving New York

It's quiet now
And what it brings
Is everything

Comes calling back
A brilliant night
I'm still awake

I looked ahead
I'm sure I saw you there

You don't need me
To tell you now
That nothing can compare

You might have laughed if I told you
You might have hidden A frown
You might have succeeded in changing me
I might have been turned around

It's easier to leave than to be left behind
Leaving was never my proud
Leaving New York, never easy
I saw the light fading out

Now life is sweet
And what it brings
I tried to take
But loneliness
It wears me out
It lies in way

And all not lost
Still in my eyes
The shadow of necklace
Across your thigh
I might've lived my life in a dream, but I swear
This is real
Memory fuses and shatters like glass
Mercurial future, forget the past
It's you, it's what I feel.

You might have laughed if I told you (it's pulling me apart)
You might have hidden a frown (change)
You might have succeeded in changing me (it's pulling me apart)
I might have been turned around (change)

It's easier to leave than to be left behind (it's pulling me apart)
Leaving was never my proud (change)
Leaving New York, never easy (it's pulling me apart)
I saw the light fading out
You find it in your heart, it's pulling me apart
You find it in your heart, change...

I told you, forever
I love you, forever
I told you, I love you
I love you, forever
I told you, forever
You never, you never
You told me forever

You might have laughed if I told you
You might have hidden the frown
You might have succeeded in changing me
I might have been turned around

It's easier to leave than to be left behind (it's pulling me apart)
Leaving was never my proud (change)
Leaving New York never easy (it's pulling me apart)
I saw the life fading out (change)
Leaving New York, never easy (it's pulling me apart)
I saw the light fading out (change)
Leaving New York never easy (it's pulling me apart)
I saw the life fading out (change)











































































postato dal voster liofunk | 08:46 | commenti (1)