R.E.M.   "Losing My Religion"

Life is bigger, is bigger than you

And you are not me

The lengths that I will go to

The distance in your eyes

Oh no I’ve said too much

I set it up

That’s me in the corner

That’s me in the spotlight

Losing my religion

Trying to keep up with you

And I don’t know if I can do it

I haven’t said enough

I thought that I heard you laughing

I thought that I heard you sing

I think I thought I saw you try

Every whisper, every waking hour

I’m choosing my confessions

Trying to keep eye on you

Like a hurt, lost and blinded fool, fool

Oh no, I’ve said too much

I set it up

Consider this, consider this

The hint of century

Consider this

The slip that brought me

To my knees failed

What if all these fantasies

Come flailing around

Now I’ve said too much

I thought that I heard you laughing

I thought that I heard you sing

I think I thought I saw you try

But that was just a dream

That was just a dream

That’s me in the corner

That’s me in the spotlight

Losing my religion

Trying to keep eye on you

And I don’t know if I can do it

Oh no, I’ve said too much

I haven’t said enough

I thought that I heard you laughing

I thought that I heard you sing

I think I thought I saw you try

But that was just a dream

Try, cry

That was just a dream

Just a dream, just a dream

K's Choice  "Iron Flower"

Thunder, please explain
Why you ask me how I am, I'm fine I
Wonder is it sane
To pierce purple eyeballs made of china

I love you like a son, like a game I have won
Like a toothbrush I used for the Eiffel Tower
My youth, it is gone, it's a boot stuck in the ground
Is there truth to be found in an iron flower

Mmm, I will try hard to be a spark of power
I will, I'll never be your iron flower

Stone please explain
Why your silence makes more noise than thunder
Bones; is it sane
To obey me and the flesh you're under

Your words are soon gone and it hurts, I have none
Take a jump from you pretty linguistic tower
The goal of speech, so obnoxious to reach
Only one thing to do, melt your iron flower...

Mmm, I will try hard to be a spark of power
I will, I'll never be your iron flower
Mmm...

Johnny Cash "Hurt" [Originally by Nine Inch Nails]

I hurt myself today
To see if I still feel
I focus on the pain
The only thing that's real
The needle tears a hold
The old familiar sting
Try to kill it all away
But I remember everything

What have I become
My sweetest friend
Everyone I know goes away
In the end
And you could have it all
My empire of dirt
I will let you down
I will make you hurt

I wear this crown of thorns
Upon my liar's chair
Full of broken thoughts
I cannot repair
Beneath the stains of time
The feelings disappear
You are someone else
I am still right here

What have I become
My sweetest friend
Everyone I know goes away
In the end
And you could have it all
My empire of dirt
I will let you down
I will make you hurt

If I could start again
A million miles away
I would keep myself
I would find a way

Stash ft. Sarah Bettens "I Need A Woman" (credo sia una cover, ma non so di chi..)

Hello my old love, you recognize this face.
I saw you talking yeah, but I looked the other way.
Well, I have a blind belief the fire still burns.
Hello my old love, you recognize this face.

Oh, I need you woman,
Yeah, why you pass me by?
I say, oh, I need you woman,
Yeah, why you pass me by?

Just out of nowhere, you get this crazy afternoon.
What do you say, my love, to a walk down the aisle?
Just like days of old, cuz it's been way too long.
what do you say, my love, to a walk down the aisle?

Oh, I need you woman,
Yeah, why you pass me by?
I say, oh, I need you woman,
Yeah, why you pass me by?

I'll buy you a cup of coffee and we'll talk about your men.
You tell me why you left them and I'll say I understand.
What about a rented room, we'll see how that works out.
Hello my old love, guess you just read my mind.

Oh, I need you woman,
Yeah, why you pass me by?
I say, oh, I need you woman,
Yeah, why you pass me by?
Oh, I need you woman,
Oh, I need you woman,
Oh, I need you woman,
Oh, I need you woman.

F. De Andrè , Non al denaro, non all'amore nè al cielo "Il suonatore Jones"

In un vortice di polvere
gli altri vedevan siccità,
a me ricordava
la gonna di Jenny
in un ballo di tanti anni fa.

Sentivo la mia terra
vibrare di suoni
era il mio cuor,
e allora perché coltivarla ancora,
come pensarla migliore.

Libertà l’ho vista dormire
nei campi coltivati
a cielo e denaro,
a cielo ed amore,
protetta da un filo spinato.

Libertà l’ho vista svegliarsi
ogni volta che ho suonato
per un fruscio di ragazze
a un ballo
per un compagno ubriaco.

E poi se la gente lo sa,
e la gente lo sa che sai suonare,
suonare ti tocca
per tutta la vita
e ti piace lasciarti ascoltare.

Finì con i campi alle ortiche
finì con un flauto spezzato
e un ridere rauco

e ricordi tanti
e nemmeno un rimpianto.

Bush, Sixteen Stone “Glycerine”

Must be your skin that I'm sinking in

Must be for real cos now I can feel

And I didn't mind

It's not my kind

Not my time to wonder why

Everything's gone white

And everything's grey

Now you're here now you're away

I don't want this

Remember that

I'll never forget where you're at

Don't let the days go by

Glycerine

I'm never alone

I'm alone all the time

Are you at one

Or do you lie

We live in a wheel

Where everyone steals

But when we rise it's like strawberry fields

I treated you bad

You bruise my face

Couldn't love you more

You got a beautiful taste

Don't let the days go by

Could have been easier on you

I couldn't change though I wanted to

Could have been easier by three

Our old friend fear and you and me

Glycerine ( x 2 )

Don't let the days go by

Glycerine

Don't let the days go by

Glycerine ( x 2 )

I needed you more

When we wanted us less

I could not kiss just regress

It might just be

Clear simple and plain

That's just fine

That's just one of my names

Don't let the days go by

Could've been easier on you

Glycerine

Glycerine ( x 4 )

Ho visto "L'arte del sogno", di M. Gondry. Bellissimo. Ma triste. Visionario, gira la testa, ma a tratti mi riconosco. Salto negli anni, un altro film, stesso regista ma attori diversi, un altro cinema, un'altra storia folle, triste e meravigliosa. Quasi un contrappasso, volerlo vedere assieme. Capisco, ma non posso dirlo.

Musica in loop nel cervello, quasi scorre nelle vene come fosse mia.

Si è fatto tardi, il sonno prende possesso delle dita sulla tastiera.. zzz... Buonanotte