LA CANZONE DEL GIORNO: SIDEWALK SAFARI/CHAIRLIFT

All of the bones in your body
Are in way to few pieces for me
Time to do something about it
If you know what I mean

I'm on a sidewalk safari
If I see you on the street you'd better run
Away from my all terrain weapon

In your direction
In your direction
In your direction
In your direction

I'm on a sidewalk safari
If I see you on the street you'd better run
You should have taken a taxi

In your direction
'Cause I'm gonna run you down
In your direction
I'm gonna hunt you down
In your direction
I'm gonna run you down
In your direction
I'm gonna hunt you down

I'm bad with bows and arrows
I'm not so good at guns
Poison seems old-fashioned
And hired help's no fun
But I do know how to drive a car
Faster than a man can run

'Cause I'm gonna run you down
I'm gonna hunt you down
I'm gonna run you down
In your direction
I'm gonna hunt you down
In your direction

ALBUM: SOMETHING (2011)

LA CANZONE DEL GIORNO: CECELIA & HER SELFHOOD/VILLAGERS

Diretto da Adrien Merigeau

In the center of the city was a statue and her twin
And together they watched over everything
They saw me when I stumbled and they watched you help me stand
I'd swear Cecelia and her sister had it all planned
Then one morning I was walking from my window to your door
Well I nearly hit the ground with what I saw
Cecelia had been broken while her sister had been spared
And the vandals had scattered the pieces everywhere

And all it made me wonder what kind of twisted mind
Would ever hurt her so thoughtless and unkind
But a monster so cruel can't be that hard to find boys

So I started wearing warpaint and I gathered all my friends
For Cecelia we'd be hunters 'till the end
She was built for a perfect picture but she came to represent
Though I guess I never understood exactly what it meant
I know Cecilia and her sister were just statues made of stone
But I still missed her and now her sister's all alone
No that just won't do
So let's raid the vandal's homes boys

So we ventured out at sunrise with our torches and our spears
And our shotguns and our fears and our carefully hidden tears
For Cecelia, Cecelia
Now I'm thinking of the moment when we can look them in the eye
And make them sorry 'cause tonight they're gonna die
We'll shoot them up dead
Leave their bodies where they lie boys

So now we're following the pieces of Cecilia to the door
Every shattered limb repeatedly reminding us of what we're searching for
And the sleepers have woken for now they have an aim
Yes they're quite aware of the cold hard fact
That the city's loss could be their gain
They are dreaming of, the feeling of a trophy in their arms
A hero's welcome claiming women with their charms
I'm sorry if I hurt you
You know I swear I meant no harm baby

So the trail keeps on turning as we wonder through the streets
I keep looking at the pieces of Cecelia at my feet
But the strangest thing occurs to me
When I stop to look around
Oh I'd swear we are returning to the center of the town
Yes we're back here where we started
Where Cecelia used to stand but her sister looks different
Please, tell me boys if you can
Is that a smile on her face?
Is that a hammer in her hand?

(2011)

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LA CANZONE DEL GIORNO: USELESS/DEPECHE MODE

Diretto da ANTON CORBIJN

Well it's about time
It's beginning to hurt
Time you made up your mind
Just what is it all worth

All my useless advice
All my hanging around
All your cutting down to size
All my bringing you down

Watch the clock on the wall
Feel the slowing of time
Hear a voice in the hall
Echoing in my mind

All your stupid ideals
You've got your head in the clouds
You should see how it feels
With your feet on the ground

Here I stand the accused
With your fist in my face
Feeling tired and bruised
With the bitterest taste

All my useless advice
All my hanging around
All your cutting down to size
All my bringing you down
All your stupid ideals
You've got your head in the clouds
You should see how it feels
With your feet on the ground

ALBUM: ULTRA (1997)

LA CANZONE DEL GIORNO: TRIATHLON (CASASONICA REMIX)/CRISTINA DONÀ FEAT. SAMUEL

So che un braccio dopo l’altro
Porterò a destinazione
Questo corpo calpestato
Dalle tue rigide mancanze
Ho attraversato giorni da diluvio universale
Ora so scivolare sull’acqua
È una questione orizzontale
Scivolerò sui tuoi rimpianti
Mai pianti con me
Scivolerò, ma il tuo amore dov’ era?

Tengo al minimo il battito
Controllo che il respiro non ceda
Tengo al minimo il battito
Controllo che il respiro mi segua
Tengo al minimo il battito
Controllo che il respiro non ceda
Tengo al minimo il battito
Controllo che il respiro mi segua

La ruota davanti m’implora
Di non insistere con la pressione
Il cuore sul manubrio
Sembra pronto a decollare
Hai trasformato pianure
In salite devastanti
Ora tornerò a sognare
Coi miei occhi scintillanti
Aumento la distanza
Il vantaggio su di te
E non aspetto che qualcun altro provveda

Tengo al minimo il battito
Controllo che il respiro non ceda
Tengo al minimo il battito
Controllo che il respiro mi segua
Tengo al minimo il battito
Controllo che il respiro non ceda
Tengo al minimo il battito
Controllo che il respiro mi segua

I piedi toccano terra
Comincerà la resurrezione
È l’ultima parte di fuga
Vedo la polvere che si solleva
Fuori da un passato confuso
Con dentro l’alibi di una visione
Continuerò la corsa
Ma non sono più preda

Tengo al minimo il battito
Controllo che il respiro non ceda
Tengo al minimo il battito
Controllo che il respiro mi segua
Tengo al minimo il battito
Controllo che il respiro non ceda
Tengo al minimo il battito
Controllo che il respiro mi segua

(Triathlon)

ALBUM: DOVE SEI TU (2003)

LA CANZONE DEL GIORNO: SPECTACULAR GIRL/EELS

She's got a life living in her heart
She's got these eyes, well where do I start?
Like looking at the deep night sky
So many worlds inside her eyes
She's a spectacular girl

Part of the job of being her man
Is knowing when to let go of her hand
Her kind of power it can't be reigned in
To hold her back would be a sin
She's a spectacular girl

She sees the beauty in things we all miss
All good things are defined by her kiss
If you're feeling like you can't believe
Well then, how do you explain the miracle I see?
She's a spectacular girl
Spectacular girl

Not a desire and not a need
Some things just happen 'cause they have to be
I'm gonna get there, I'm telling you sir
I'm a man on a mission and I'm all about her
She's a spectacular girl
Spectacular girl

My love

ALBUM: TOMORROW MORNING (2010)

LA CANZONE DEL GIORNO: 100%/SONIC YOUTH

I can never forget you
The way you rock the girls
They move a world and love you
A blast in the underworld
I stick a knife in my head
Thinking about your eyes
But now that you been shot dead
I've got a new surprise

I've been waiting for you just to say
He's off to check his mind
But all I know is you got no money
But that's got nothing to do with a good time

Can you forgive the boy who
Shot you in the head
Or should you get a gun and
Go and get revenge
A 100% of my love
Up to you true star
It's hard to believe you took off
I always thought you'd go far

But I've been around the world a million times
And all you men are slime
It's going to my head
Goodbye I am dead
Wastewood rockers is time for crying

ALBUM: DIRTY (1992)

LA CANZONE DEL GIORNO: THE MERCY SEAT/NICK CAVE AND THE BAD SEEDS

It began when they come took me from my home
And put me in death row
Of which I am nearly wholly innocent, you know
And I'll say it again
I am not afraid to die

I began to warm and chill
To objects and their fields
A ragged cup, a twisted mop
The face of Jesus in my soup
Those sinister dinner deals
The meal trolley's wicked wheels
A hooked bone rising from my food
All things either good or ungood

And the mercy seat is waiting
And I think my head is burning
And in a way I'm yearning
To be done with all this measuring of proof
An eye for an eye
A tooth for a tooth
And anyway I told the truth
And I'm not afraid to die

Interpret signs and catalogue
A blackened tooth, a scarlet fog
The walls are bad, black, bottom kind
They are sick breath at my hind
They are sick breath at my hind
They are sick breath at my hind
They are sick breath gathering at my hind

I hear stories from the chamber
How Christ was born into a manger
And like some ragged stranger
Died upon the cross
And might I say it seems so fitting in its way
He was a carpenter by trade
Or at least that's what I'm told

Like my good hand I
tatooed evil across it's brother's fist
That filthy five
They did nothing to challenge or resist

In heaven his throne is made of gold
The ark of his testament is stowed
A throne from which I'm told
All history does unfold
Down here it's made of wood and wire
And my body is on fire
And god is never far away

Into the mercy seat I climb
My head is shaved, my head is wired
And like the moth that tries
To enter the bright eye
So I go shuffling out of life
Just to hide in death awhile
And anyway I never lied

My kill-hand is called evil
Wears a wedding band that's good
`Tis a long suffering shackle
Collaring all that rebel blood

And the mercy seat is burning
And I think my head is glowing
And in a way I'm hoping
To be done with all this weighing up of truth
An eye for an eye
And a tooth for a tooth
And I've got nothing left to lose
And I'm not afraid to die

And the mercy seat is waiting
And I think my head is burning
And in a way I'm yearning
To be done with all this measuring of truth
An eye for an eye
And a tooth for a tooth
And anyway there was no proof
Nor a motive why

And the mercy seat is waiting
And I think my head is burning
And in a way I'm yearning
To be done with all this measuring of proof
A life for a life
And a truth for a truth
And anyway there was no proof
And I'm not afraid to die

And the mercy seat is waiting
And I think my head is smoking
And in a way I'm hoping
To be done with all this looks of disbelief
An eye for an eye
And a tooth for a tooth
And anyway I told the truth
And I'm not afraid to die

And the mercy seat is waiting
And I think my head is burning
And in a way I'm yearning
To be done with all this measuring of truth
An eye for an eye
And a truth for a truth
And anyway I told the truth
And I'm not afraid to die

And the mercy seat is waiting
And I think my head is burning
And in a way I'm yearning
To be done with all this measuring of truth
An eye for an eye
And a truth for a truth
And anyway I told the truth
But I'm not afraid to die

And the mercy seat is waiting
And I think my head is burning
And in a way I'm yearning
To be done with all this measuring of truth
An eye for an eye
And a truth for a truth
And anyway I told the truth
And I'm afraid I told a lie

ALBUM: TENDER PREY (1988)

LA CANZONE DEL GIORNO: MÁS VALE CHOLO/MOLOTOV

Paseaba en la troca con quemacococos
Parqueamos la wawa y le tocamos al loco que
Siempre jala con sus compadres,
Se jala temprano para hechar desmadre
Salió de su casa
Saco de lana, zapato blanco y pantalón de pana
Así yo me visto si me da la gana
Mejor no te metas donde nadie te llama
Nos fuimos temprano hacia el reventón y nos encontramos a mi hermano Ramón
Que nos invitaba de su cerveza mientras me commentaba
Que buena está la fiesta
Allí conocimos a unas muchachas
Que no estaban buenas ni tampoco
Estaban gachas y las mandamos a hacer la fila para que nos sirvieran varios tequilas
The party was plenty full of narcos was plenty full of grass shit and plenty full of guarros
Todos en coches brindados
Todos tomados y todos bien armados
El loco bebió hasta perder el control
Se puso a rapear como el pendejo de
Caló y nos gritaron malditos pochos
Nos discriminaron por venir en bochos
Le dije men ya estás muy pasado
Más vale cholo que mal acompañado

No se pelien men
No se pelien
Para poder peliarse hay que saber con quien men
No se pelien men
No se pelien
Para poder peliarse hay que saber con quien men

Larrabalera estaba hasta el recubeque quería pagar a la mafia con un cheque
Nos presumían de sus ropitas
Mientras que el loco les bajaba a sus chiquitas
Rolando harinazos me dijo algún idiota que se refería a mi
Amigo el trota
El loco le dijo
Hey ten cuidado con Edmundo you better keep your mouth
Shut o mato a todo el mundo
Se armaron los plomazos y los trancazos
Pau pau
Que buenos catorrazos
Y les gritaba a todos
Pecho tierra mientras les comentaba
Que buena está la guerra
Tito me dijo ese güero mariquete
Me estaba amenazando con su 357
Un enano bigotón, hijo de la chingada
Me estaba amenazando con lanzarme su granada
Llegó el momento de hacer la retirada
Está puerta está cerrada
Tuvimos que escapar por la puerta principal
Y le dije a mi chofer que me dejara manejar
Me dijo man ya estás muy pasado
Y yo le dijo no problemo
Este bocho está tocado

No se pelien men
No se pelien
Para poder peliarse hay que saber con quien men
No se pelien men
No se pelien
Para poder peliarse hay que saber con quien men

ALBUM: DÓNDE JUGARÁN LAS NIÑAS? (1997)

LA CANZONE DEL GIORNO: REVENGE/DANGER MOUSE AND SPARKLEHORSE FEAT. THE FLAMING LIPS

Pain
I guess it's a matter of sensation
But somehow
You have ways of avoiding it all

In my mind
I have shot you and stabbed you through your heart
I just didn't understand
The ricochet is the second part

Cause you can't hide
What you intend
It glows in the dark
Once you've sought
The path of revenge
There's no way to stop
And the more I try to hurt you
The more that it hurts me

Strange
It seems like a character mutation
Though I have all the means
of bringing you fuckers down
I can't make myself
To destroy upon command
Somehow forgiveness
lets the evil make a loss

No you can't hide
What you intend
It glows in the dark
Once we become
The thing we dread
There's no way to stop
And the more I try to hurt you
The more it backfires
The more it backfires
The more that it backfires

ALBUM: DARK NIGHT OF THE SOUL (2009)