Invisible Girl

You know what I'm thinking
here in this same thought
so strong you're resisting
some parts here, some not
our moon is liquid light
stones and shadows
invisible girl, he don't see you
might only feel you
'till the day he knows you and needs you
invisible girl
someday someone
between the satellites
that crowd the sky
these highways and headlamps
halos in glare
they are angels in transit
now they're leading me
receding into this thin air
our moon is here and gone
but I'm remaining
invisible girl
he don't see you
might only feel you
'till the day he knows you and needs you
invisible girl
someday someone
between the satellites
that crowd the sky
remember silently
we speak in volumes
all of this real to me
more than ever, as ever
invisible girl
you shine so brightly
frequencies of rays
raining just out of sight here
Invisible here, but you don't see me
just imagined light
imagining

Invisible Girl - Cristina Donà

Living

Credo che i Mattafix abbiano fatto centro anche questa volta.
Un ritmo interiore simile ad alcuni ormai classici lavori di Peter Gabriel.
Al di là del testo, della musica, quello che più mi colpisce in Living Darfur è il video.
Sguardi, occhi, sorrisi, panorami, colori.. l'Africa. Un modo di celebrare la vita che da noi si vede raramente. Probabilmente quando sopravvivere non è molto più che casuale ogni momento buono è una festa.
Anni fa mi è stata raccontata la storia di una persona che visitava le baraccopoli per sentirsi più grande ed importante dei poveracci che incrociava.
Ricordo la mia rabbia, la delusione nei confronti di un essere umano così meschino. Dentro certi uomini c'è qualcosa di sbagliato, forse un gene che non s'è attivato correttamente.
Viaggiare in Paesi lontani, vedere immagini di povertà diffusa, al contrario, mi fa sentire molto piccolo.
La prima volta che ho attraversato l'Atlantico ho pensato: quanti Alex affiancati ci vogliono per coprire questa distanza? Granelli di sabbia..


See the nation through the people's eyes,
See tears that flow like rivers from the skies.
Where it seems there are only borderlines
Where others turn and sigh,
You shall rise

There's disaster in your past
Boundaries in your path
What do you desire will lift you higher?
You don't have to be extraordinary, just forgiving.
And those who never heard your cries,
You shall rise
And look toward the skies.
Where others fail, you prevail in time.
You shall rise.

You may never know, If you lay low, lay low
You shall rise

Sooner or later we must try... Living
You may never know, If you lay low, lay low

See the nation through the people's eyes,
See tears that flow like rivers from the skies.
Where it seems there are only borderlines
Where others turn and sigh,
You shall rise

You may never know, If you lay low, lay low

Sooner or later we must try... Living

Living Darfur - Mattafix

Banderas

Qualcuno si ricorda delle Banderas, un duo musicale Uk dei primi anni '90?
Beh, ieri sera mentre facevo zapping ho visto il video This is Your Life.
Oggi, cercando un po', l'ho ritrovato su YouTube, assieme a qualche scarno dato in Wikipedia.
Due versioni del video sono qui e qui.
Cavolo, che carina era Caroline Buckley! Potere del capello rasato :-)

Sembra che, all'epoca, la scelta del nome Banderas abbia generato un po' di confusione nella catalogazione del genere di musica prodotta dalla band. Inoltre l'album Ripe (in particolare in Usa) non ha avuto successo, impedendo così il proseguimento del progetto.

Where is the purpose in your life
Where is the truth
Do you remember your hopes
Your dreams
They are no longer your own
This day is for loving your own life
Don't let this world capture your heart
Your passion lost to a thousand themes
Surrendered to the screen
This is not a story
This is not a book this is your life
And this is not a play
Some TV show you've seen
This is real life
You know that
This is your this is your life
This is your this is your life
You act like a child playing games now
Play and pretend the art of disguise
Alone and lost in a11 your lies
This is not a story
This is not a book this is your life
And this is not a play
Some TV show you've seen
This is real life
You know that
This is your this is your life
This is real this is real life
There is no rehearsal
No second chance
No false start no better circumstances
This is not a story
This is not a book this is your life
And this is not a play
Some TV show you've seen
This is real life
You know that
This is your this is your life
This is real this is your life
This is your this is your life
This is your life (repeat)

Banderas - This is Your Life [Ripe - 1991]

Keira

Mmmm mmm yeah

Do do do do do do do-do
Ohh Yeah

Gotta change my answering machine
Now that I'm alone
Cuz right now it says that we
Can't come to the phone
And I know it makes no sense
Cuz you walked out the door
But it's the only way I hear your voice anymore
(it's ridiculous)
It's been months
And for some reason I just
(can't get over us)
And I'm stronger then this
(enough is enough)
No more walkin' round
With my head down
I'm so over being blue
Cryin' over you

And I'm so sick of love songs
So tired of tears
So done with wishing you were still here
Said I'm so sick of love songs so sad and slow
So why can't I turn off the radio?

Gotta fix that calender I have
That's marked July 15th
Because since there's no more you
There's no more anniversary
I'm so fed up with my thoughts of you
And your memory
And how every song reminds me
Of what used to be

That's the reason I'm so sick of love songs
So tired of tears
So done with wishing you were still here
Said I'm so sick of love songs so sad and slow
So why can't I turn off the radio?

(Leave me alone)
Leave me alone
(Stupid love songs)
Don't make me think about her smile
Or having my first child
Let it go
Turning off the radio

Cuz I'm so sick of love songs
So tired of tears
So done with wishing she was still here
Said I'm so sick of love songs so sad and slow
So why can't I turn off the radio?
(why can't I turn off the radio?)

Said I'm so sick of love songs
So tired of tears
So done with wishing she was still here
Said I'm so sick of love songs so sad and slow
So why can't I turn off the radio?
(why can't I turn off the radio?)

And I'm so sick of love songs
So tired of tears
So done with wishin' you were still here
Said I'm so sick of love songs so sad and slow
Why can't I turn off the radio?
(why can't I turn off the radio?)
Why can't I turn off the radio?

So sick (of love songs)
LL Cool J & Ne-Yo

Sister moon / Red moon

Sister moon will be my guide
In your blue blue shadows I would hide
All good people asleep tonight
I'm all by myself in your silver light
I would gaze at your face the whole night through
I'd go out of my mind, but for you

Lying in a mother's arms
The primal root of a woman's charms
I'm a stranger to the sun
My eyes are too weak
How cold is a heart
When it's warmth that he seeks?
You watch every night, you don't care what I do
I'd go out of my mind, but for you
I'd go out of my mind, but for you

My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun
My hunger for her explains everything I've done
To howl at the moon the whole night through
And they really don't care if I do
I'd go out of my mind, but for you

Sister Moon

Sting

Little wing

Well, she's walking through the clouds,
With a circus mind that's running wild,
Butterflies and Zebras,
And Moonbeams and fairy tales.
That's all she ever thinks about.
Riding with the wind.

When I'm sad, she comes to me,
With a thousand smiles she gives to me free.
It's alright, she says it's alright,
Take anything you want from me, anything
Anything.
Fly on little wing,
Yeah yeah, yeah, little wing

Jimi Hendrix

Post dedicated to my beloved Grandma Teresa and to Eugene

Meet Virginia

She doesn't own a dress
Her hair is always a mess,
You catch her stealin' she won't confess
She's Beautiful.

Smokes a pack a day, but wait,
That's me, but anyway
She doesn't care a thing
About that hair,
She thinks I'm beautiful
Meet Virginia

She never compromises,
Loves babies and surprises,
wears high heels when
she exercises
Ain't that beautiful?
Meet Virginia

Well she wants to be the Queen
Then she thinks about her scene
Pulls her hair back as she screams
"I don't really wanna be the Queen"

Daddy wrestles alligators
Mama works on carburetors
Her brother is a fine mediator
For the president
And here she is again on the phone
just like me hates to be alone
we just like to sit at home
and rip on the President
Meet Virginia, Mmmm...

Well she wants to live her life
Then she thinks about her life
Pulls her hair back, as she screams
"I don't really wanna live this life"

She only drinks coffee at midnight
When the moment is not right
Her timing is quite, unusual
You see her confidence is tragic
but her intuition magic
And the shape of her body?
Unusual

Meet Virgina I can't wait to
Meet Virginia, yeah e yeah hey hey hey

Well she wants to be the queen and
then she thinks about her scene
Well she wants to live her life
then she thinks about her life
Pulls her hair back as she screams
"I don't really wanna be the queen"
I, I don't really wanna be the queen
I, I don't really wanna be the queen
I, I don't really wanna live this..

Train

Libano, Welby&Happy Holidays

Domani è Natale, per quello che può significare.

Pensa: sei un militare italiano in missione in Libano. E' tutta una presa in giro. E lo sai.
Mentre ti guardi intorno Hezbollah si lecca le ferite e si riorganizza. Lo sanno tutti.
Insomma, non è che ti stai prendendo delle gran soddisfazioni.
Nel più bello arriva il presidente Prodi a farti gli auguri di Buone Feste. Con quel sorriso incantatore, i modi irresistibili e la voce come un urlo di guerra indiano.
E capisci che, anche se non è la Somalia, né l'Iraq, il premio trasferta te lo stai meritando.

Oggi funerali di Piergiorgio Welby.
I piccoli uomini del vicariato di Roma hanno deciso che la cerimonia religiosa, non s'ha da fare.
Ieri Giulio parlava giustamente di mancanza di pietas.
A me però fa pensare a qualcosa di più: vendetta ed esempio.
Ha l'odore dei tempi in cui gli emissari pontifici cercavano i resti dei nemici della Chiesa per bruciarli, per cancellare anche le ossa di chi la pensava in modo diverso.
Se solo potessero.. I roghi forse non sarebbero ancora finiti.

Analizzando con calma la situazione, si potrebbe dire che questa è solo l'ennesima occasione sprecata. L'opportunità di mostrare che i tanti discorsi non sono solo facciata. Parole vuote di chi dovrebbe avere l'universo dentro, e tanta voglia di mostrarlo al mondo.
Ammesso che costoro siano mai stati depositari di un messaggio. Ma sbaglio, o la superbia era considerato un peccato. E come definire la condotta di chi pretende di (auto)definirsi unico intermediario con la divinità?
Pensieri e parole lasciati in mano a così immeritevoli eredi.

One day we'll dance on their graves
One day we'll sing our freedom
One day we'll laugh in our joy
And we'll dance

Quando toccherà a me, spero ci si ricordi che:

• prelevate pure quello che dovesse risultare ancora utile al mio prossimo
• preferisco essere cremato
• Non voglio una cerimonia
• Non voglio, soprattutto, il camposanto

Il tutto, sperando mi manchi abbastanza per consentire persino al legislatore italiano di lasciarmi libera scelta sul dove riposare :-)
Spargete pure le ceneri in montagna.
O, se ci fosse qualcuno che passa da quelle parti e non è di disturbo, vanno benissimo il Grand Canyon e le Black Hills.

Oggi vigilia di natale. Anche natale è minuscolo, come presidente e vicariato.
Non è certo il primo ad essere sottotono.
Una vigilia non molto allegra, con i problemi quotidiani, in aggiunta ai soliti :-)
Le solite scocciature, discussioni, attese per un domani migliore che non si decide ad arrivare.

Auguri, buone feste

Proprio un post natalizio..

Aggiornamento: i temi di cui ho voluto parlare in questo post mi hanno ispirato spingendomi a scrivere due brevi articoli su Wikio: Vigilia di un natale minuscolo: Libano e Welby e Una Chiesa distante. Sarò felice se vorrete leggerli, commentarli ed eventualmente votarli.

La descrizione di un attimo

La descrizione di un attimo
le convinzioni che cambiano
e crolla la fortezza del mio debole per te
anche se non sei più sola perché sola non sai stare
e credi che dividersi la vita sia normale
ma la mia memoria scivola
mi ricordo limpida la trasmissione dei pensieri
e la sensazione che in un attimo
qualunque cosa pensassimo in due poteva succedere.
E poi cos'è successo
aspettami oppure dimenticami
ci rivediamo adesso
dopo quasi cinque anni
e come sempre sei la descrizione di un attimo per me
e come sempre sei un'emozione fortissima
e come sempre sei bellissima.
Mi hanno detto dei tuoi viaggi
mi hanno detto che stai male
che sei diventata pazza
ma io so che sei normale
mi chiedi di partire adesso
perché i numeri e il futuro non ti fanno preoccupare
vorrei poterti credere
sarebbe molto più facile
rincontrarci nei pensieri
distesi come se fossimo
sospesi ancora nell'attimo in cui poteva succedere.
E poi cos'è successo
aspettami oppure dimenticami
ci rivediamo presto
fra almeno altri cinque anni
e come sempre sei la descrizione di un attimo per me
e come sempre sei un'emozione fortissima
e come sempre sei bellissima perché
come sempre sei la descrizione di un attimo

Tiromancino

Jazz méditerranée

Jazz méditerranée
Tous les flonfons, les airs démodés
Une orange pressée

Jazz Méditerranée
Il fait trop froid pour aller nager
Pour te faire danser

Dehors, la nuit nous jette un sort
On voit l'étoile du Nord
Tu fais un vœu
Des sanglots dans les yeux
Et la croisière c'est fou
Ne s'amuse plus du tout

Jazz Méditerranée
Un courant d'air sur ton décolleté
Sur ta peau de fée

Jazz Méditerranée
Une dernière valse, un dernier baiser
Avant d'arriver

Au port, la nuit regrette encore
On voit le sémaphore
Tu fais un vœu
Je te fais mes adieux
Et la croisière c'est fou
Ne s'amuse plus du tout

Au port, la nuit regrette encore
On voit le sémaphore
Tu fais un vœu
Je te fais mes adieux
Et la croisière c'est fou
Ne s'amuse plus du tout

Jazz Méditerranée
Jazz Méditerranée
jazz...

Henri Salvador

Lovely Day

What's up my people?
You know
I am your weather man Busta Rhymes
I've come today to give you your weather forecast
you know today looks like one of those beautiful days
you know? to be perfectly honest, there ain't a cloud in the sky
you know this is the kind of weather
you take your girl to the beach
lay her down and talk to her
Luther, step to the microphone

When I wake up in the morning, love
And the sunlight hurts my eyes
And something strange without a warning, love
Bears heavy on my mind
Then I look at you
And the world is all right with me
Just one look at you
And I know it's gonna be
A lovely day
lovely day, lovely day, lovely day
When the day that lies ahead of me
Seems impossible to face
When somebody else instead of me
Always seems to know the way
It's gonna be a lovely day (it's gonna be)
It's gonna be today
It's gonna be a lovely day
Today I love the world and I love you
It's gonna be today
A lovely day today
It's gonna be today
A lovely day today

Luther Vandross feat. Busta Rhymes

Who Knew

You took my hand
You showed me how
You promised me you'd be around
ah huh that's right

I took your words
And I believed
In everything you said to me
yeah huh that's right

If someone said three years from now
You'd be long gone
I'd stand up and punch them out
Cause they're all wrong
I know better
Cause you said forever
And ever
Who knew

Remember when we were such fools
And so convinced and just too cool
oh no no no

I wish I could touch you again
I wish I could still call you a friend
I'd give anything

When someone said count your blessings now
'Fore they're long gone
I guess I just didn't know how
I was all wrong
But they knew better
Still you said forever
And ever
Who Knew

Yeah yeah

I'll keep you locked in my head
Until we meet again
Until we until we meet again
And I won't forget you my friend
What happened

If someone said three years from now
You'd be long gone
I'd stand up and punch them out
Cause they're all wrong and
That last kiss I'll cherish
Until we meet again
And time makes it harder
I wish I could remember
But I keep your memory
You visit me in my sleep
My darlin' who knew

My darlin' my darlin' who knew
My darlin' I miss you
My darlin' who knew

Who knew

Pink

Everything Changes

If You just walked away
What could I really say?
Would it matter anyway?
Would it change how You feel?

I am the mess You chose
The closet You cannot close
The devil in You I suppose
'Cause the wounds never heal

But everything changes
If I could
Turn back the years
If You could
Learn to forgive me
Then I could learn to feel

Sometimes the things I say
In moments of disarray
Succumbing to the games we play
To make sure that it's real

But everything changes
If I could
Turn back the years
If You could
Learn to forgive me
Then I could learn to feel

When it's just me and You
Who knows what we could do
If we can just make it through
The toughest part of the day

But everything changes
If I could
Turn back the years
If You could
Learn to forgive me
Then I could
Learn how to feel
Then we could
Stay here together
And we could
Conquer the world
If we could
Say that forever
Is more than just a word

If You just walked away
What could I really say?
And would it matter anyway?
It wouldn't change how You feel

Staind

Rearview Mirror

I took a drive today
Time to emancipate
I guess it was the beatings made me wise
But I'm not about to give thanks, or apologize
I couldn't breathe, holdin' me down
Hand on my face, pushed to the ground
Enmity gaged, united by fear
Forced to endure what I could not forgive...

I seem to look away
Wounds in the mirror waved
It wasn't my surface most defiled
Head at your feet, fool to your crown
Fist on my plate, swallowed it down
Enmity gaged, united by fear
Tried to endure what I could not forgive

Saw things
Clearer
Once you, were in my...
Rearview mirror...

I gather speed from you fucking with me
Once and for all I'm far away
I hardly believe, finally the shades...are raised...hey...

Saw things so much clearer
Once you, once you...
rearview mirror

Saw things so much clearer
Once you...oh yeah

Pearl Jam