Cake icing and decorating set Special offer only £3.30 Save £1.52 on recommended retail price Give your cakes and pies a professional look With this superb decorating set I'm not meant to be here But so what? And nobody's Nobody's taken your place Nobody's taken your place
Each set includes a turntable A nine-inch icing bag With six high definition nozzles and adaptor And a fifteen inch food decorating bag With three piping nozzles Please send off this leaflet Post it today And if you knew nothing could replace you If you were sane your heart wouldn't ache But so what? So what? So what?
Order now Allow twenty-one days for delivery The offer closes 31st December 1979 British sugar bureau When I told you what I And I, and I wouldn't ask you to pretend That we were one And still another time Forget all the lies Forgive me the wounds And all the world was used to love And yes we'd still be happy in another time But so what? So what?
So please send me icing and decorating sets I enclose a cheque and postal order number So what?
Mr. Mojo's rising I took a ride from the alley out and through the town To get you and see you as mine I dreamt you were mine
Since my eyes saw yours If am your world then the world is yours If my lips kissed yours If am your world then the world is yours
Talk’s expensive and subtlety’s run blind Don’t let a bad time be the cost of our love and lust A crippling shyness butchering love all the time Please, please god pull the stars to align
Let’s not wait until another time Remember in the midst of my dreams when I dreamt that you were mine Letters of love saying the worst In the right order can be all tough Time is learn straight to I express how I desire you It’s something I don’t know how to The fear of losing you is elevating me on through Whilst the unavoidable truth is alive and true
You don’t need me as much as I need you You don’t need me as much as I need you
The tables have turned to my staggering and still When we do my mind will rest and love
I went into the butchers I said wanted wanted wanted some meat I said pass me some of that steak over there It looks so sweet I lost my heart to a meathook
That butcher man was some lady You know he really stole my heart He hung me up on his meathook A real piece of slaughterhouse art I lost my heart to a meathook
I got a meathook in my heart Tearing me all apart Ripping out my insides But I just can't get away I can't leave my meathook
Life in a day The price that you pay For time that you spent It's such a fatal event Take a look at my watch There is no time to wait Take a look deep inside There's no escape from this day Life in a day Life in a day Take a look around you Is it true what they say Life in a day Life in a day No sence in looking for you For sure they'll get you one day
Can you see how they run Do you believe what they say They'll soon be looking for you For sure they'll get you one day The premonition came true Look all around and you'll see Some say it takes two to know Or could it all just be me Life in a day Life in a day I love to see how they run They came a running this way Life in a day Life in a day Is there no place to hide Could there be some other way
How you are my hero How your never here though Remember times when you put me on your shoulders How I wish it was forever you would hold us Right now I'm too young to know How in the future it will affect me when you go You could have had it all You, me, and mum y'know Anything was possible
I wont be the lonely one Sitting on my own and sad A fifty year old Reminiscing what I had
I wont be the lonely one Sitting on my own and sad Forget your dad, he's gone
All I wanted was a kick-a-bout in the park For you to race me home when it was nearly getting dark How I could've been yours, and you be mine It could've been me and you until the end of time Do what you want, when you want Be as fuckin' insincere as you can What kind of way is that to treat your wife To see your son on Saturdays What way is that to live your life?
I wont be the lonely one Sitting on my own and sad A fifty year old Reminiscing what I had
I wont be the lonely one Sitting on my own and sad Forget your dad, he's gone
Sono passate da poco le 22 quando, per la felicità di tutti i social workers presenti (parecchi, il concerto è sold out), i Glasvegas attaccano con Geraldine. Fa caldo, e James Allan, con la sua canottiera sbracciatissima, occhiali scuri e ciuffo, somiglia un po' al Joe Strummer dei primi anni '80, e scusate se è poco. Le grezze pareti del Circolo degli Artisti sembrano contenere a fatica tutta l'energia dei cori da stadio di inni istantanei come It's My Own Cheating Heart That Makes Me Cry, Fuck You It's Over (un'inaspettato regalo dall'EP di Natale, sebbene il testo non si possa definire esattamente festivo...), Flowers And Football Tops e Go Square Go, ed è proprio lì, nei grandi spazi, che presto, prestissimo ti immaggini di veder suonare questi quattro ragazzi delle Lowlands. Anche sul palco, come sul disco d'esordio, la sostanziosa batteria di Caroline Mckay sostiene a meraviglia le canzoni, che mantengono inalterata tutta la loro intensità. Giusto il tempo di ringraziare, con un perentorio "I fucking love you, Roma", in perfetto stile classe operaia di Glasgow, e si chiude con Daddy's Gone (e come, sennò), con tutto il pubblico a cantare, al punto che il nostro James sembra quasi commuoversi di tanta partecipazione. Non c'è che dire: l'impatto dal vivo con la band scozzese è notevole, e mantiene tutte le aspettative di quanti, e sono numerosi, considerano i Glasvegas la rivelazione dello scorso anno.
GLASVEGAS/CIRCOLO DEGLI ARTISTI/ROMA, 11 MAGGIO 2009
GERALDINE LONESOME SWAN IT'S MY OWN CHEATING HEART THAT MAKES ME CRY POLMONT ON MY MIND FUCK YOU, IT'S OVER FLOWERS AND FOOTBALL TOPS ICE CREAM VAN GO SQUARE GO
When your sparkle evades your soul I'll be at your side to console When you're standing on the window ledge I'll talk you back, back from the edge I will turn, I will turn your tide Be your shepherd, I swear, be your guide When you're lost in your deep and darkest place around May my words walk with you home safe and sound
When you say that I'm no good and you feel like walking I need to make sure you know it's just the prescription talking When your feet decide to walk you on the wayward side Climbing up upon the stairs and down the downward slide I will turn, I will turn your tide Do all that I can to heal you inside I will be the angel on your shoulder My name is Geraldine, I'm your social worker
I see you Need me I know you do
I see you Need me I know you do I know you do
I will turn, I will turn your tide Do all that I can to heal you inside I will be the angel on your shoulder My name is Geraldine, I'm your social worker
I Clinic sono precisi, lineari. Chirurgici. Fanno il loro ingresso nella sala (operatoria per l'occasione) dell'Init, in divisa da infermiere, dottore, o killer seriale, fate un po' voi, ma l'effetto è comunque di grande impatto oculare. Per il resto, sul palco, oltre ai medici ed all'apparato strumentale, non c'è nulla. Il dosaggio minimo indispensabile. La visita della band di Liverpool comincia tardi, come un turno di notte all'ospedale, e dura giusto un'oretta (un intervento di routine, si dirà poi), lasciando tuttavia benefici effetti nella mente: filtrata dalla mascherina di protezione, la voce di Ade Blackburn assume una connotazione lieve, flebile, e terapeutica, mentre il mix di sonorità tradizionali e sperimentali amplifica lo spettro musicale, che si estende senza alcuna controindicazione dai pezzi più intimisti (Corpus Christi) a quelli post-punk (Shopping Bag). E così, poco dopo aver recuperato una vecchia cartella dall'archivio (Walking With Thee), i Clinic, come un'allucinazione, svaniscono nel nulla. L'effetto dell'anestesia è appena finito, ma compaiono già i primi postumi del trattamento: il riff introduttivo di Free Not Free, come un farmaco che non ne vuole sapere di essere eliminato dall'organismo, rimane in circolo... Forse è il caso di fare un controllo.
From the front to in the backyard Someone fronted on the war tales When the home is in the mirror When the home is in the big smile
Give it learning Cap out share it See it all before your eyes Sup it Cup it Pity poor Free not free A belly full of glee You live here for your own And make it known
See yourself outside your skin See yourself outside you for miles When the hoax is in the mirror When the hoax is in the big smile
Give it learning Cap out share it See it all before your eyes Sup it Cup it Pity poor Free not free A belly full of glee You live here for your own And make it known
Give it learning Cap out share it See it all before your eyes Sup it Cup it Pity poor Free not free A belly full of glee You live here for your own And make it known We'll make it known We'll make it known We'll make it...
How you are my hero How your never here though Remember times when you put me on your shoulders How I wish it was forever you would hold us Right now I'm too young to know How in the future it will affect me when you go You could have had it all You, me, and mum y'know Anything was possible
I wont be the lonely one Sitting on my own and sad A fifty year old Reminiscing what I had
I wont be the lonely one Sitting on my own and sad Forget your dad, he's gone
All I wanted was a kick-a-bout in the park For you to race me home when it was nearly getting dark How I could've been yours, and you be mine It could've been me and you until the end of time Do what you want, when you want Be as fuckin' insincere as you can What kind of way is that to treat your wife To see your son on Saturdays What way is that to live your life?
I wont be the lonely one Sitting on my own and sad A fifty year old Reminiscing what I had
I wont be the lonely one Sitting on my own and sad Forget your dad, he's gone
Sto ascoltando un sacco di musica nuova, in questo scorcio di fine estate. Tutta piuttosto interessante. È un buon periodo. Mi piacciono i Glasvegas. Sono giovanissimi, vengono da Glasgow, città dalla scena molto fertile, ultimamente. Magari non inventano nulla, in giro per la rete li definiscono i nuovi Manic Street Preachers, ed in effetti l'intensità della voce di James Allan ricorda quella di James Dean Bradfield, ma ascoltarli è davvero un piacere. Mi piace il nuovo album dei Verve, Forth: è rilassato e rilassante, scorre via tranquillo, e lascia il segno. Mi piacciono anche i Kings Of Leon (il singolo Sex On Fire funziona così bene da rischiare la sovraesposizione), ed i Mogwai, che non tradiscono mai, e stavolta aggiungono un tocco di durezza alle loro trame strumentali (come nella potentissima Batcat, primo singolo estratto dall'album). E mi piacciono gli Okkervil River, con le loro ballate da saloon pungenti e malinconiche. Non mi dispiacciono neanche gli I Was A Cub Scout: ironicamente si definiscono una boy band, ma le loro tastiere intriganti hanno qualcosa in più. Del nuovo album di Peter, Bjorn And John mi è rimasto in testa il primo pezzo, Inland Empire, il resto non mi ha colpito granchè. L'elettronica dei Glass Candy è divertente, ma niente di speciale. Gli Absentee sono profondi, ma alla lunga mi stancano. Anche i Metronomy li ho trovati un po' noiosi. I Ra Ra Riot mi sembrano roba da ragazzini. Infine, mi hanno deluso Born Ruffians e Late Of The Pier: ne avevo letto molto bene in giro, ma non mi sono sembrati all'altezza. Ma mi ripropongo di riascoltarli, promesso. Per ora, nell'iPod, ci sono i Mogwai.