LA CANZONE DEL GIORNO: HYPNOTIC REGRESSION/GIRLS NAMES

ALBUM: THE NEW LIFE (2013)

LA CANZONE DEL GIORNO: YOU DON'T CARE ABOUT US/PLACEBO

If it's a bad day
You try to suffocate
Another memory scarred
If it's a bad case
Then you accelerate
you're in the getaway car

You don't care about us
You don't care about us
You don't care about us
You don't care about us

If it's a bad case
You're on the rampage
Another memory scarred
You're at the wrong place
You're on the back page
you're in the getaway car

You don't care about us
You don't care about us
You don't care about us
You don't care about us
It's your age, It's my rage
It's your age, It's my rage

You're too complicated
We should separate it
You're just confiscating
You're exasperating
This degeneration
Mental masturbation
Think I'll leave it all behind
Save this bleeding heart of mine
It's a matter of trust
It's a matter of trust
It's a matter of trust
It's a matter of trust
Because

You're too complicated
We should separate it
You're just confiscating
You're exasperating
This degeneration
Mental masturbation
Think I'll leave it all behind
Save this bleeding heart of mine
It's your age, It's my rage
It's your age, It's my rage

ALBUM: WITHOUT YOU I'M NOTHING (1998)

LA CANZONE DEL GIORNO: TEFLON HEART/CAGED ANIMALS

You brought me to the cinema
Bought me a tarantula
Put them in my camera
And shot my heart
You cure my hypochondria
Blow away insomnia
Try to teach me how to put and make me smile

You got a teflon heart
And nothing sticks to you
You got a teflon heart
I think I want one too
I want one too

I know you know I'm not bushwa
You break like I'm replica
A ghost inside your retina
That only you can see
You took a sit up to you Tobia
Made me watch Magnolia
Told me crazy stories
Partly truth and make-believe

You got a teflon heart
And nothing sticks to you
You got a teflon heart
I think I want one too
I want one too

You got a teflon heart
And nothing sticks to you
You got a teflon heart
I think I want one too
I want one too

Teflon heart
Sticks to you
Teflon heart

ALBUM: EAT THEIR OWN (2011)

LA CANZONE DEL GIORNO: COUNTRY FEEDBACK/R.E.M.

I R.E.M. si sono sciolti, lunga vita ai R.E.M.




This flower is scorched
This film is on
On a maddening loop
These clothes
These clothes don't fit us right
I'm to blame
It's all the same
It's all the same
You come to me with a bone in your hand
You come to me with your hair curled tight
You come to me with positions
You come to me with excuses
Ducked out in a row
You wear me out
You wear me out
We've been through fake-a-breakdown
Self hurt
Plastics, collections
Self help, self pain
EST, psychics, fuck all
I was central
I had control
I lost my head
I need this
I need this
A paper weight, junk garage
Winter rain, a honey pot
Crazy, all the lovers have been tagged
A hotline, a wanted add
It's crazy what you could've had

It's crazy what you could've had
It's crazy what you could've had
I need
I need this
It's crazy what you could've had
It's crazy what you could've had
I need
I need this
It's crazy what you could've had
It's crazy what you could've had
I need this
I, I need this
It's crazy what you could've had
I need this
I need this
It's crazy what you could've had
It's crazy what you could've had
I need this
I need this

It's crazy what you could've had
It's crazy what you could've had

ALBUM: OUT OF TIME (1991)

LA CANZONE DEL GIORNO: HO MANGIATO LA MIA RAGAZZA/LA SINTESI

Dottore ho urgente bisogno
Di parlare un po' con lei
Ho instaurato un rapporto morboso con la mia ragazza
Ho chiuso tutte le porte con il mondo
Ho dormito abbracciato ai suoi vestiti
Volevo quasi fermarla nell'ambra
Ma poi ho capito che il posto più sicuro era dentro di me

Ho mangiato la mia ragazza
Per la mia voglia di conoscere a fondo la verità
Ho mangiato la mia ragazza
Per contaminare la mia persona con le sue semplici qualità
Qualità

Volevo solo puntualizzare che non è bieca gelosia
Con quella ho sempre più o meno convissuto
Perchè la giudico una debolezza mia
Mi sono chiesto dove avesse l'anima
E non trovando una risposta
Ho pensato io la mangio e il mio metabolismo farà il resto

Ho mangiato la mia ragazza
Per la mia voglia di conoscere a fondo la verità
Ho mangiato la mia ragazza
Per contaminare la mia persona con le sue semplici qualità
Qualità

Volevo quasi fermarla nell'ambra
Ma poi ho capito che il posto più sicuro era dentro di me

Ho mangiato la mia ragazza
Per allargare la mia cultura inglobando la sua
Inglobando la sua

ALBUM: UN CURIOSO CASO (2002)

LA CANZONE DEL GIORNO: WALKING DISASTERS/THE WOMBATS

She used to get her kicks from a fall to the floor
But now she's always wasted
A total looker, but she's jaded
The kind of shivering wreck that I adore
I can't offer you a rescue
I can tell you what I'd do

I'd tell my mother that I love her dearly
And tell my father that I need him back again
And if these words won't drop from your lips
I will be your freudian slip

And flowers might wilt when we walk past
And self-help might help when it makes us laugh
Only finding questions in answers
You and I are just walking disasters
You and I are just walking disasters
You and I are just walking disasters

She only finds her love in a downtown score
Consumption makes her stronger
You're the sweetest anaconda
The kind of lack of respect that I adore
I can't offer you a rescue
But when you've lost all that you have left to lose

I'd tell my mother that I love her dearly
And tell my father that I need him back again
And if these words won't drop from your lips
I will be your freudian slip

As sharp as a knife and as blunt as a wheel
You be my calm, I'll be your pneumatic drill
And what we'll never want, we'll always need
Right now we need some pop psychology
To keep us up-beat

So tell your mother that you love her dearly
And tell your father your won't lock him out again
And if these words won't drop from your lips
I will be your freudian slip

And flowers might wilt when we walk past
And self-help might help when it makes us laugh
Only finding questions in answers
You and I are just walking disasters
You and I are just walking disasters
You and I are just walking disasters
You and I are just walking disasters
You and I are just walking disasters

ALBUM: THE WOMBATS PROUDLY PRESENT... THIS MODERN GLITCH (2011)

LA CANZONE DEL GIORNO: ANTI-D/THE WOMBATS

Cosa succede se Mattew Murphy, il cantante dei Wombats, si traveste da Robert Smith?




Please allow me to be your anti-depressant
I too, am prescribed as freely
As any decongestant

We kick back and let the pills do the talking
People hear a distinct rattle when we’re walking
Then there’s the extra two stone that’s our only guarantee
Our vivid dreams are just like big production movies
They get entangled well within our daily routines
So please re-think or use my dream-on strategy

And please allow me to be your anti-depressant
I too, am prescribed as freely
As any decongestant

Its hard to smile when your as flattened as a pancake
The only tears come from our heads when we concentrate
Perhaps I'm being unjust or perhaps you agree
Still I've thrown away my citalopram
I need more than what was in those forty miligrams
So cast away with the doctors plans

And please allow me to be your anti-depressant
I too, am prescribed as freely
As any decongestant

So thrown away my citalopram
Although I felt as grim as the reaper man
So cast away with the doctors plans
Like me

ALBUM: THE WOMBATS PROUDLY PRESENT... THIS MODERN GLITCH (2011)

LA CANZONE DEL GIORNO: ALWAYS MALAISE (THE MAN I AM)/INTERPOL

Always you need me lover
For always release me lover
I want to give you the lowdown
I want to give you the face to face
Always is all I can give
Isn't quite what you take me for

I'll act in a certain way
I control what I can
That's the man I am
Well it pains me to say
And I do what I can
That's the man I am

Always, always, always
Always release me lover
I want to give you the face to face
Always
I want to miss some more

I'll relax in a certain way
I control what I can
That's the man I am
Well it pains me to say
And I do what I can
That's the man I am
(Coming out of the waste)
That's the man I am
(Clearing out of the shade)

All that you've known
Be as it may
All that you've shown
Reach in and try all day
(Coming out of the waste)
I wanna try all day
(Clearing out of the shade)

All that I know
Is you'll be ok
Follow your soul and it tells you to fly away
(Coming out of the waste)
I wanna fly all day
(Clearing out of the shade)

All that you've known
Be as it may
All that you've shone
Reach in and shine all day
(Coming out of the waste)
I wanna shine all day
(Clearing out of the shade)

ALBUM: INTERPOL (2010)

LA CANZONE DEL GIORNO: BARRICADE/INTERPOL

I did not take to analysis so I had to make up my mind
And hold it for a while
I would not just leave you without a kiss
But I guess there must come a time
And there is no more tears to cry
Thieves and snakes need homes, need homes
Barricades

It starts to feel like a barricade that keep us away
Keep us away, it kind of does
It starts to feel like a barricade to keep us away
Keep us away

I could not lean on the politics
cause I did't want to train my eye
To hold so short a time
Oh so high, just don't know where
The blind could lead the sightless
but I still like to witness
thieves and snakes need homes, need homes
Barricades

It starts to feel like a barricade that keep us away
Keep us away, it kind of does
It starts to feel like a barricade to keep us away
Keep us away
Full speed half blind
Full tilt decline
We turn to past times
Full speed half blind

You know us, you know us
Say I'm sorry

Sometimes it feel like a barricade that keep us away
Keep us away, it kind of does
It starts to feel like a barricade to keep us away
Keep us away you know us
Full speed half blind
Full tilt decline
we turn to past times
Full speed half blind
full speed half blind
Full tilt decline
Onto all time full speed half blind

ALBUM: INTERPOL (2010)

LA CANZONE DEL GIORNO: FRETLESS/R.E.M.

He's got his work and she comes easy
They each come around when the other is gone
Me, I think I got stuck somewhere in between
I wouldn't confide in the prodigal son
The die has been cast, the battle is won
The bullets were blanks, a double aught gun
I couldn't admit to a minute of fun

They come and they come and they come and they come
I accepted with a gentle tongue
No words spoken, no need to speak

Take it, stomp twice, ring the bell
Tether that ring and phrase
Enough with the rifle and talk already
We all know what it means
Take this conversation to your great divide
I can only swallow what I ate
And I don't hate him
And I don't hate her

They come and they come and they come and they come
I accepted with a gentle tongue
No heart broken, no need to speak

Don't talk to me about being alone
Don't talk to me about being alone
Don't talk to me about being alone
Don't talk to me about being alone

Reach for each other before you leave
Reach peace with an EAC
Don't threaten me with a gentle tease
Don't threaten me with angry
Please, please, please
Don't try to tell me what I am

They come and they come and they come and they come
I accepted with a gentle tongue
No heart broken, no need to speak

Don't talk to me about being alone
Don't talk to me about being alone
Don't talk to me
Don't talk to me

ALBUM: UNTIL THE END OF THE WORLD (Soundtrack) (1991)

LA CANZONE DEL GIORNO: PSYCHO KILLER/TALKING HEADS

I can’t seem to face up to the facts
I’m tense and nervous and I can’t relax
I can’t sleep, cause my bed’s on fire
Don’t touch me I’m a real live wire

Psycho killer
Qu'est-ce que c'est?
Fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa better
Run run run run run run run away
Psycho killer
Qu'est-ce que c'est?
Fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa better
Run run run run run run run away

You start a conversation you can't even finish it
You're talking a lot, but you're not saying anything
When I have nothing to say, my lips are sealed
Say something once, why say it again?

Psycho killer
Qu'est-ce que c'est?
Fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa better
Run run run run run run run away
Psycho killer
Qu'est-ce que c'est?
Fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa better
Run run run run run run run away

Ce que j'ai fait, ce soir-là
Ce qu'elle a dit, ce soir-là
Réalisant mon espoir
Je me lance vers la gloire okay
We are vain and we are blind
I hate people when they're not polite

Psycho killer
Qu'est-ce que c'est?
Fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa better
Run run run run run run run away
Psycho killer
Qu'est-ce que c'est?
Fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa better
Run run run run run run run away

ALBUM: TALKING HEADS: 77 (1977)

LA CANZONE DEL GIORNO: HYSTERIA/MUSE

It's bugging me, grating me
And twisting me around
I'm endlessly caving in
And turning inside out

'Cause I want it now
I want it now
Give me your heart and your soul
And I'm breaking out
I'm breaking out
Last chance to lose control

It's holding me, morphing me
And forcing me to strive
To be endlessly cold within
And dreaming I'm alive

'Cause I want it now
I want it now
Give me your heart and your soul
And I'm breaking down
I'm breaking out
Last chance to lose control

And I want you now
I want you now
I'll feel my heart implode
And I'm breaking out
Escaping now
Feeling my faith erode

ALBUM: ABSOLUTION (2003)

LA CANZONE DEL GIORNO: REPEATERBEATER/MEW

Sometimes I've got nothing to say
Nothing to sing about
That makes you lie awake
Sometimes I've got nothing to do
Nothing to signal out when I can't be with you

How should I hold this girlfriend?
As tight as I ever could?
Now, why should I?
No reason why
You wore me down worse
Did I show

Show me something good
Show me something

Sometimes I am nowhere to be found
If it is just a bed, then why the ringing sound?
Sometimes we've got nowhere to be
Nothing to talk about
And nothing to agree on

How should I hold this girlfriend?
As tight as I ever could?
Now, why should I?
No reason why
You wore me down worse
Did I show?

How should I hold this girlfriend?
As tight as I ever could?
Now, why should I?
No reason why
You wore me down worse
Did I show?

ALBUM: NO MORE STORIES ARE TOLD TODAY I'M SORRY THEY WASHED AWAY NO MORE STORIES THE WORLD IS GREY I'M TIRED LET'S WASH AWAY (2009)

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: PARANOID ANDROID/RADIOHEAD

Diretto da MAGNUS CARLSSON

Please could you stop the noise, I'm trying to get some rest
From all the unborn chicken voices in my head
What's that? (I may be paranoid, but not an android)
What's that? (I may be paranoid, but not an android)

When I am king, you will be first against the wall
With your opinion which is of no consequence at all
What's that? (I may be paranoid, but no android)
What's that? (I may be paranoid, but no android)

Ambition makes you look pretty ugly
Kicking and squealing gucci little piggy
You don't remember
You don't remember
Why don't you remember my name?
Off with his head, man
Off with his head, man
Why don't you remember my name?
I guess he does

Rain down, rain down
Come on rain down on me
From a great height
From a great height
Rain down, rain down
Come on rain down on me
From a great height
From a great height
Rain down, rain down
Come on rain down on me

That's it, sir
You're leaving
The crackle of pigskin
The dust and the screaming
The yuppies networking
The panic, the vomit
The panic, the vomit
God loves his children
God loves his children

ALBUM: OK COMPUTER (1997)

LA CANZONE DEL GIORNO: COFFEE & TV/BLUR

Diretto da HAMMER & TONGS

Do you feel like a chain store?
Practically floored
One of many zeros
Kicked around bored
Your ears are full but your empty
Holding out your heart
To people who never really
Care how you are

So give me Coffee and TV
History
I've seen so much
I'm goin' blind
And I'm brain dead virtually
Sociability
It's hard enough for me
Take me away from this big bad world
And agree to marry me
So we can start all over again

Do you go to the country
It isn't very far
There's people there who will hurt you
'Cause of who you are

Your ears are full of the language
There's wisdom there you're sure
'Til the words start slurring
And you can't find the door

So give me Coffee and TV
History
I've seen so much
I'm goin' blind
And I'm brain dead virtually
Sociability
It's hard enough for me
Take me away from this big bad world
And agree to marry me
So we can start all over again

So give me Coffee and TV
History
I've seen so much
I'm goin' blind
And I'm brain dead virtually
Sociability
It's hard enough for me
Take me away from this big bad world
And agree to marry me
So we can start all over again
Oh, we could start over again

ALBUM: 13 (1999)

LA CANZONE DEL GIORNO: COLPO DI PISTOLA/SUBSONICA

Ritorno sui miei passi
E adesso contali bene
Il tempo che è passato
Non è una buona ragione
Ho idea che non mi basti
Lo scambio di un'opinione
E neanche l'imbarazzo
Con cui mi mostri le scuse
La muta del serpente
Nasconde il tuo vero nome
Di chiacchiere suadenti
Sono già stato a lezione
Baciando la fiducia
Con un rasoio a due lame
Hai fatto molta strada
Sacrificato persone

Tutta la tua arrogante danza danza
La sicurezza di chi è sempre a tempo
Il giusto slalom sfavillante e attento
Di chi da sempre intona l'ultima parola

Ti farò male più di un colpo di pistola
È appena quello che ti meriti
Ci provo gusto me ne accorgo ed allora
Non mi vergogno dei miei limiti e lividi
Come ti gira dopo un colpo di pistola
Ti vedo un po' a corto di numeri
Ci provo gusto me ne accorgo ed allora
Non mi seccare coi tuoi alibi
Alibi

Durante questo tempo
Ho vomitato rancore
Ho ricucito i pezzi
Ricominciato a sperare
Avevi tutto quanto
Anche il mio sogno migliore
Hai preso ciò che serve
Senza ritegno nè onore

Tutta la tua arrogante danza danza
La sicurezza di chi è sempre a tempo
Il giusto slalom sfavillante e attento
Di chi da sempre esige l'ultima parola

Ti farò male più di un colpo di pistola
È appena quello che ti meriti
Ci provo gusto me ne accorgo ed allora
Non mi vergogno dei miei limiti e lividi
Come ti gira dopo un colpo di pistola
Ti vedo un po' a corto di numeri
Ci provo gusto me ne accorgo ed allora
Non mi seccare coi tuoi alibi
Alibi

Tutta la tua arrogante danza danza
La sicurezza di chi è sempre a tempo
Il giusto slalom sfavillante e attento
Di chi da sempre impone l'ultima parola

Ti farò male più di un colpo di pistola
È appena quello che ti meriti
Ci provo gusto me ne accorgo ed allora
Non mi vergogno dei miei limiti e lividi
Come ti gira dopo un colpo di pistola
Ti vedo un po' a corto di numeri
Ci provo gusto me ne accorgo ed allora
Non mi seccare coi tuoi alibi
Alibi

Come gira dopo un colpo di pistola
Ti vedo un po' a corto di numeri
Ci provo gusto me ne accorgo ed allora
Non ci provare coi tuoi alibi
Alibi

ALBUM: MICROCHIP EMOZIONALE (1999)

LA CANZONE DEL GIORNO: HELP I'M ALIVE/METRIC

I tremble
They're gonna eat me alive
If I stumble
They're gonna eat me alive

Can you hear my heart
Beating like a hammer
Beating like a hammer

Help, I'm alive
My heart keeps beating like a hammer
Hard to be solved
Tough to be tender
Come take my pulse
The pace is on runaway train
Help I'm alive, my heart keeps
Beating like a hammer
Beating like a hammer

If we're still alive
My regrets are few
If my life is mine
What shouldn't I do?
I get wherever I'm going
I get whatever I need
While my blood's still flowing
And my heart's still
Beating like a hammer
Beating like a hammer

Help, I'm alive
My heart keeps beating like a hammer
Hard to be solved
Tough to be tender
Come take my pulse
The pace is on runaway train
Help I'm alive, my heart keeps
Beating like a hammer
Beating like a hammer

If we're still alive
My regrets are few
If my life is mine
What shouldn't I do?
I get wherever I'm going
I get whatever I need
While my blood's still flowing
And my heart's still
Beating like a hammer
Beating like a hammer
Beating like a hammer
Beating like a hammer

(2008)

SULLA CANZONE DEL GIORNO

Perché alcune canzoni ci rimangono sempre nella testa?
Questo fenomeno si verifica con una frequenza e un'intensità molto variabili da individuo a individuo, anche se a tutti è capitato, almeno una volta, di essere osessionati da un motivetto. Non esiste una spiegazione scientifica univoca del perchè accada. Diversi psicologi si sono interessati al problema concludendo che l'area del cervello coinvolta è quella che processa le informazioni verbali, in cui si "incastra" il ritornello della canzone come se il cervello cercasse di completarne le parole o il fraseggio ritmico. Il fenomeno in inglese è detto earworm ("verme dell'orecchio"), dal tedesco ohrwurm, anche se esistono diverse proposte alternative: una di queste è quella del noto neurologo Oliver Sacks, che propone di chiamarlo "involuntary musical imagery" (immagine musicale involontaria). Come liberarsene? Ascoltando una canzone diversa oppure abbandonandosi al tormentone, cantandolo ad alta voce, dall'inizio alla fine, fino a stancarsene.

(Tratto da FOCUS, N. 194 - Dicembre 2008)