LA CANZONE DEL GIORNO: WEIGHTS & MEASURES/DRY THE RIVER

I was prepared to love you
And never expect anything of you

If the spirit has left you baby
Don't lie to yourself
Put them old records on
And admit that it's gone somewhere else
Just because we're beasts of blame by nature
Doesn't mean that you should carry it again
It's a question of needs and not rosary beads in the end

I was prepared to love you
And never expect anything of you
And there's no patron saint of sudden restraint
Baby there ain't no sword in a lake
Just a funeral wake

And in comes the black night
Calling your name since you were born
I couldn't hear it
I was empty as a drum

I was prepared to love you
And never expect anything of you
And there's no patron saint of sudden restraint
Baby there ain't no sword in a lake
Just a funeral wake

ALBUM: SHALLOW BED (2012)

LA CANZONE DEL GIORNO: CALGARY/BON IVER

Don't you cherish me to sleep
Never keep your eyelids clipped
Hold me for the pops and clicks
I was only for the father's crib

Hair, old, long along
Your neck onto your shoulder blades
Always keep that message taped
Cross your breasts you won't erase
I was only for your very space

Hip, under nothing
Propped up by your other one
Face way from the sun
Just have to keep a dialogue
Teach our bodies, haunt the cause
I was only trying to spell a loss

Joy, it's all founded
Pincher with the skin inside
You pinned me with your black sphere eyes
You know that all the rope's untied
I was only for to die beside

So itʼs storming on the lake
Little waves our bodies break
There's a fire going out
But there's really nothing to the south
Swollen orange and light let through
Your one piece swimmer stuck to you

Sold, I'm ever
Open ears and open eyes
Wake up to your starboard bride
Who goes in and then stays inside
Oh the demons come, they can subside

(Calgary)

ALBUM: BON IVER (2011)

LA CANZONE DEL GIORNO: RAFTER/TULSA

ALBUM: I WAS SUBMERGED (2007)

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LA CANZONE DEL GIORNO: CODEX/RADIOHEAD

Sleight of hand
Jump off the end
Into a clear lake
No one around
Just dragonflies
Flying to our side
No one gets hurt
You've done nothing wrong

Slide your hand
Jump off the end
The water's clear
And innocent
The water's clear
And innocent

ALBUM: THE KING OF LIMBS (2011)

LA CANZONE DEL GIORNO: THE GHOST WHO WALKS/KAREN ELSON

The ghost who walks
She's on the prowl
For the man she loved
He cut her down
It was an ordinary night in june
When he drove her to the lake
So they could watch the full moon
The ghost who walks
She's on the prowl
For the man she loved
He laid her down
And in the tall grass he kissed her cheek
And with a knife in his hand he plunged it deep

She looked at him with pleading eyes
He softly spoke my dear the love has died
And then he muffled her desperate cries
Under the moonlight

The ghost who walks
She's on the prowl
Wanders in the moonlight
She's crying to herself
'Cause his eyes never once looked cruel
But the moon in the blade shimmered like a jewel

She looked at him with pleading eyes
He softly spoke my dear the love has died
And then he muffled her deadly cries under the moonlight
Under the moonlight
Under the moonlight
Under the moonlight
Under the moonlight

ALBUM: THE GHOST WHO WALKS (2010)

LA CANZONE DEL GIORNO: AFTER THE FLOOD/CHAPEL CLUB

I remember coming out that tunnel mouth
Singing high and in the water, spring and sing before us
The palms hung like reconsidered suicides
From the red ponds of mountain sides
Preserved as a lion was preserved at the start
This was along time ago

Run
The echos were turning slow
It doesn't mater
The echos were turning slow
The echos were turning slow
It doesn't mater
It doesn't mater

The echos were turning slow
It doesn't mater
It doesn't mater
It drives before my lips close
It doesn't mater
It doesn't mater
My gift to you was a lake of tears
What a day for 8 long years
My gift to you was a lake of tears
A lake of

The echos were turning slow
It doesn't mater
It doesn't mater
The echos were turning slow
It doesn't mater
It doesn't mater

(2010)

LA CANZONE DEL GIORNO: QUEEN BLACK ACID/MENOMENA

I get so caught up in my ways
Sometimes I overlook the simple plains
I feel like certain times in my life
Are met with certain times for pain to thrive
You're five foot five, not a hundred pounds
I'm scared to death of every single ounce
And worst of all is when it's calm
'Cause I know the sea won't be calm for long

You bring me down

I walked right in through the rabbit's door
And walked right into the rabbit's hole
I made myself an open book
I made myself a sitting duck

I don't know how I missed the signs
I must have passed by them a hundred times
You barely notice what I say
You're busy looking round the room instead
I get so caught up in my ways

I walked right in through the rabbit's door
And walked right into the rabbit's hole
I made myself an open book
I made myself a sitting duck
I'm walking down this rabbit trail
My feet grow heavy with every step
I stop to eat and take a nap
And now I can't find my way back

You bring me down
You bring me down
So down
So down

Rabbit's door
Rabbit's hole
Open book
Sitting duck
Rabbit's door
Rabbit's hole
Open book

ALBUM: MINES (2010)

LA CANZONE DEL GIORNO: ALL CATS ARE GREY/THE CURE

I never thought that I would find myself
In bed amongst the stones
The columns are all men
Begging to crush me
No shapes sail on the dark deep lakes
And no flags wave me home

In the caves
All cats are grey
In the caves
The textures coat my skin
In the death cell
A single note
Rings on and on and on

ALBUM: FAITH (1981)

POST-IT: BRUTTE FIGURE ITALIANE (Feat. MUSE)

L'Italia è un paese di santi, poeti e navigatori. Ed incompetenti. Una Repubblica fondata sul lavoro. E sul pressapochismo. Dispiace dirlo, ma spesso è così. Ieri, ad esempio i Muse erano ospiti della trasmissione Quelli Che Il Calcio presentata da Simona Ventura. Vistasi negata la possibilità di suonare dal vivo il loro nuovo singolo Uprising, la band britannica, confidando nella totale ignoranza della Ventura e del suo staff, ha pensato bene di trasformare l'esibizione in uno spettacolo comico, invertendo i ruoli (Matthew Bellamy alla batteria è uno spasso) ed enfatizzando movenze ed espressioni come e meglio di una boy-band. Ora, personalmente non ho apprezzato moltissimo l'ultimo album The Resistance, ma bisogna riconoscere che la trovata è stata decisamente geniale! Manco a dirlo, la strapagata conduttrice nostrana non si è accorta di nulla, ed è caduta nel tranello con tutte le (presumibilmente costosissime) scarpe. L'imbarazzo ha raggiunto il culmine quando Simona, intervistando quello che pensava fosse il cantante (Dominic Howard, per l'occasione), gli ha chiesto chi dei 3 fosse fidanzato con una psicologa italiana e vivesse in una villa sul lago di Como (con tanto di scontato paragone con la dimora di George Clooney): la risposta, ovviamente, è stata che si trattava del batterista...
Allego il link della pagina di Wikipedia (in italiano, oltretutto) sui Muse: sarebbe bastato un click per evitare questa incredibile brutta figura.

LA CANZONE DEL GIORNO: THE CRYSTAL LAKE/GRANDADDY

Should never have left the crystal lake
For parties full of folks who flake
Italian leather winter games
Retired by the duraflames
The crystal lake it only laughs
It knows you're just a modern man
It's shining like a chandelier
Shining somewhere far away from here

I've gotta get out of here
And find my way again
I've lost my way again

Should never have left the crystal lake
For areas where trees are fake
And dogs are dead with broken
Hearts, collapsing by the coffee carts
The crystal lake it only laughs
It knows you're just a modern man
It's shining like a chandelier
Shining somewhere far away from here

I've gotta get out of here
And find my way again
I've lost my way again

ALBUM: THE SOPHTWARE SLUMP (2000)

MUSICA: OFF WITH THEIR HEADS/KAISER CHIEFS

Il nome Kaiser Chiefs viene dalla squadra di calcio in cui lo storico capitano sudafricano del Leeds United degli anni '90, Lucas Radebe, militava ad inizio carriera. Forse anche per questo, mi sono diventati subito molto simpatici. E quando li ho visti dal vivo al Circolo degli Artisti, ai tempi del primo album, Employment, ho pensato che questi ragazzi avessero qualcosa in più di tanti altri gruppi venuti alla ribalta negli ultimi tempi. Di recente, durante una conversazione in autostrada, dalle parti del lago d'Iseo, mi è capitato di definirli i nuovi Blur. Ed ora ne sono ancora più convinto: i Kaiser Chiefs sono oggi quello che la band di Damon Albarn rappresentava nello scorso decennio, ovvero una delle migliori espressioni del pop britannico. Ed infatti, ascoltando Off With Their Heads, i paragoni con titoli storici del periodo britpop, come Parklife e The Great Escape, vengono sin troppo facili. Il disco è un concentrato di potenziali hit, a partire dalla prima traccia, Spanish Metal, con le tastiere esotiche di Nick Peanut Baines a segnare il ritmo. Il singolo, Never Miss A Beat, è costruito su un riff di chitarra che riporta alla mente i R.E.M. più rock. You Want History, con le sue percussioni ed l'incedere quasi disco, mi fa pensare ai MGMT ed alla nuova ondata stile summer of love. Le melodie, come nella migliore tradizione d'oltremanica, sono ricercate: una su tutte, quella di Tomato In The Rain, il pezzo migliore dell'album, a partire dal titolo. Anche la voce di Ricky Wilson, lasciata (parzialmente) da parte la tendenza al coro da stadio (l'Elland Road di Leeds, naturalmente), appare più matura e coinvolgente. La squadra è cresciuta, la qualificazione alla Champions League sembra un traguardo sempre più vicino. Il disco, ufficialmente, esce tra 10 giorni, ed è già finito nella mia whislist.


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