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I see you walk away,
falling down I cry, and scream your name;
and again the rain falls down,
together with me.

In Motion #2, THE GATHERING

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From the place that I stand to the land that is openly free
Watching rivers run black by the trees that are vacant to greed.

Gotta give it up, gotta get a second chance
Gotta give it up, gotta get a second chance
And the jokes just started
Gotta give it up
Give it up, give it up, gotta give it up
Or tell me why I’m so wrong, where does love come from
If you’ve sold your reasoning out

How can I learn If I don’t understand what I see
If I’m giving this mess, take a walk through a nightmare so real

Gotta give it up, gotta get a second chance
Gotta give it up, gotta get a second chance
And the jokes just started
Gotta give it up
Give it up, give it up, gotta give it up
Or tell me why I’m so wrong, where does luck come from
When you’ve never been without.
You can do it.

Karen, I’m not taking sides
I don’t think I’ll ever do that again
I’ll end up winning and I won’t know why
I’m really trying to shine here, I’m really trying
You’re changing clothes and closing windows on me all the time

Well, whatever you do, listen, you better wait for me
No, I wouldn’t go out alone into America
Whatever you do
Listen, you better wait for me
No, I wouldn’t go out alone

Karen, we should call your father, maybe it’s just a phase
He’ll know the trick to get a wayward soul to change his ways
It’s a common fetish for a doting man
to ballerina on the coffee table cock in hand

Well, whatever you do
Listen, you better wait for me
No, I wouldn’t go out alone into America
Whatever you do
Listen, you better wait for me
No, I wouldn’t go out alone

Without warm water in my head
All I see is black and white and red
I feel mechanical and thin
Hear me play my violin again
I’m living in the target’s shoes
All I see is black and white and blue.
Idle, idle, idle, idle, protect the nest
Protect the title

Karen, put me in a chair, f_ck me and make me a drink
I’ve lost direction, and I’m past my peak
I’m telling you this isn’t me
No, this isn’t me
Karen, believe me, you just haven’t seen my good side yet

I must be me, I’m in my head
Black birds are circling my bed
I must be me, I must be me
Black feathers are falling on my feet
Idle, idle, idle, idle, protect the nest
Protect the title.

All night I lay on my pillow and pray
For my boss to stop me in the hallway
Lay my head on his shoulder and say
Son, I’ve been hearing good things

I wake up without warning and go flying around the house
In my sauvignon fierce, freaking out
Take a forty-five minute shower and kiss the mirror
And say, look at me
Baby, we’ll be fine
All we gotta do is be brave and be kind

I put on an argyle sweater and put on a smile
I don’t know how to do this
I’m so sorry for everything

Baby, come over, I need entertaining
I had a stilted, pretending day
Lay me down and say something pretty
Lay me back down where I wanted to stay
Just say something perfect, something I can steal
Say, look at me
Baby, we’ll be fine
All we’ve gotta do is be brave and be kind

I pull off your jeans, and you spill jack and coke in my collar
I melt like a witch and scream
I’m so sorry for everything.

Hey, where the hell are you?
You don’t call me back, John
Won’t you come here and stay with me?
Why don’t you come here and stay with me?

Hey, where the hell are you?
You don’t call me back, John
Won’t you come here and stay with me?
Why don’t you come here and stay with me?

Show up here loaded with bells on your toes
I don’t care what you’re into
I’ll put velvet ropes around you
If that’s what you need

Why did you listen to that man?
That man’s a balloon
Oh, you gotta get out and get back to me
John, you gotta get out and get back to me

Why did you listen to that man?
That man’s a balloon
Oh, you gotta get out and get back to me
Take his limousine, you gotta get back to me

I’m getting nervous
No sign of a friend of mine
Red hair and blue eyes
I’m getting nervous
No sign of a friend of mine

I was in a train under a river when I remembered what
What I wanted to tell you, man, what I wanted to tell you, man
I got two sets of headphones, I miss you like hell
Won’t you come here and stay with me, why don’t you come here and stay with me?

I’m getting nervous
No sign of a friend of mine
Red hair and blue eyes
I’m getting nervous
No sign of a friend of mine

Why did you listen to that man, that man’s a balloon
Oh, you gotta get out and get back to me
Why did you listen to that man, that man’s a balloon
John, you gotta get it out and get back to me

Why did you listen to that man, that man’s a balloon
Fake a heart attack, you gotta get back to me
Why did you listen to that man, that man’s a balloon
John, you gotta get out and get back to me.

Time slips away
And the light begins to fade
And everything is quiet now
Feeling is gone
And the picture disappears
And everything is cold now
The dream had to end
The wish never came true
And the girl starts to sing

Seventeen seconds
A measure of life

 

 

Non si può non apprezzare Jimmy Pop e la sua Gang di segugi…
Troppo ridere.

A breve dovrebbe uscire un nuovo album, Fishin’ For Hookers. Chissà.

Dear Chasey Lain, I wrote to explain I’m your biggest fan.
I just wanted to ask, could I eat your ass?
Write back as soon as you can.

You’ve had a lotta dick – Had a lotta dick
I’ve had a lotta time – Had a lotta time
You’ve had a lotta dick Chasey, but you ain’t had mine!

Dear Chasey Lain, I wrote to complain ya never wrote me back.
How could I ever eat your ass when ya treat your biggest fan like that?

You’ve had a lotta dick – Had a lotta dick
I’ve had a lotta time – Had a lotta time
You’ve had a lotta dick Chasey, but you ain’t had mine!

Dear Chasey Lain, I wrote to constrain this letter is my last.
As your biggest fan I must demand you let me eat your ass.

You’ve had a lotta dick – Had a lotta dick
I’ve had a lotta time – Had a lotta time
You’ve had a lotta dick Chasey, but you ain’t had mine!

P.S. Mom and Dad this is Chasey, Chasey this is my mom and dad. Now show ’em them titties!
(Would ya fuck me for blow?)

[further into: EN | IT]

The White Stripes were able to greatly reintepret this original song by Dolly Parton.
Crushingly touching, in the live version it turns stunningly desperate and raging.
The Jack White Experience.

Jolene, I’m begging of you please don’t take my man.
Jolene, please don’t take him just because you can.

Your beauty is beyond compare
with flaming locks of auburn hair
with ivory skin and eyes of emerald green.
Your smile is like a breath of spring,
your voice is soft like summer rain
and I cannot compete with you, Jolene.

He talks about you in his sleep
and there’s nothing I can do to keep
from crying, when he calls your name, Jolene.

Jolene, I’m begging of you please don’t take my man.
Jolene, please don’t take him just because you can.

Now I can easily understand
how you could easily take my man
But you do not know what he means to me, Jolene

Well, you could have your choice of men
but I could never love again.
He’s the only one for me, Jolene.

And I had to have this talk with you,
my happiness depends on you,
and whatever you decide to do, Jolene…

Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene
I’m begging of you please don’t take my man.
Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene
Please don’t take him just because you can.

[further into: EN | IT]

Thank God, Billie Corgan is there to bring you back to adolescence.

— Thru the Eyes of Ruby

Wrap me in always, and drag me in with maybes
Your innocence is treasure, your innocence is death
Your innocence is all I have.

Breathing underwater, and living under glass.

And if you spin your love around
The secrets of your dreams
You may find your love is gone
And is not quite what it seemed
To appear to disappear
Beneath all your darkest fears.

I believe in never, I believe in all the way
But belief is not to notice, belief is just some faith
And faith can’t help you to escape

And with this ring I wed thee true
And with this ring I wed thee now
And with this ring I play so dead
But no one’s asking for the truth, so let me tell you
If you spin your love around
The secrets of your dreams
You may find your love is gone
And is not quite what it seemed
To appear to disappear
Beneath all your darkest fears

To the revelations of fresh faced youth
No one will come to save you
So speak your peace in the murmurs drawn
But youth is wasted on the young!

Your strength is my weakness, your weakness my hate
My love for you just can’t explain
Why we’re forever frozen, forever beautiful,
Forever lost inside ourselves.

The night has come to hold us young.

[further into: listen]

This is the end, beautiful friend.
This is the end, my only friend, the end.
…of our elaborate plans, the end.
…of everything that stands, the end.
No safety or surprise, the end.

I’ll never look into your eyes… again.

Can you picture what will be?
So limitless and free,
desperately in need… of some
Stranger’s hand.

The End, THE DOORS.

[further into: EN | IT]

smashed up my sanity
smashed up my integrity
smashed up what i believed in
smashed up what’s left of me
smashed up my everything
smashed up all that was true
gonna smash myself to pieces
now I don’t know what else to do.

[further into: EN | IT]

Taken from the I Might Be Wrong EP, this live version is gold out of gold.
Let yourself be hypnotized by the piano tangle.

It’s worth quoting the whole lyrics.

While you make pretty speeches
I’m being cut to shreds
You feed me to the lions
A delicate balance

And this just feels like spinning plates
I’m living in cloud cuckoo land
And this just feels like spinning plates
Our bodies floating down the muddy river.

Like Spinning Plates, RADIOHEAD.

[further into: EN | IT]