Imitazione di Ruggeri (03/02/2016 ore 23:00)

VIVO DA RE

Vivo da re,
non ho bisogno più di quello che facevi tu per me.
Mi alzo alle tre, mi guardo alla TV
e sono sempre su, senza te.
Sentiamoci ogni tanto, per ricordare noi,
i vecchi compagni di scuola
e i nostri vecchi eroi.
No, lo sai, sto da solo io.
Non crederai, ma sto da solo io.
Io, dischi e turnèes,
a casa quasi mai.E tu non ti annoierai? Dubito.
Voglia di te? Mah, forse adesso si, vorrei averti qui subito.
Telefonami ancora, confessa che ti va;
qualcosa è rimastro nel tempo, non si cancellerà.
Scappo via, ogni giorno sai,
suono il mio rock senza fermarmi mai.
Certo, pensandoci bene qualcosa mi manca,
qualcuno che sfiori la mia faccia bianca.
Può darsi che senta il bisogno di chi
ha lasciato qualcosa di sé proprio qui.
Muoio da un po', non mi conosco più,
non mi capisco più.Come mai?
Stasera un'altra donna, a stento so chi è
però inconsciamente io spero che un po' assomigli a te.
Scappo via, ogni giorno sai,
suono il mio rock senza fermarmi mai.
Sono sicuro che dentro qualcosa ti manca;
di rose e di noia devi essere stanca.
Che strade percorri toccando il cuscino?
A volte, lo so, mi vorresi vicino,
morendo un po'

azzardo Katy Perry (03/02/2016 ore 22:51)

Katy Perry - Hot n' cold

You change your mind

Like a girl changes clothes.

Yeah, you, PMS

Like a bitch

I would know

And you over think

Always speak

Cryptically

I should know

That you're no good for me

[Chorus:]

'Cause you're hot then you're cold

You're yes then you're no

You're in then you're out

You're up then you're down

You're wrong when it's right

It's black and it's white

We fight, we break up

We kiss, we make up

(You) You don't really wanna stay, no

(You) But you don't really wanna go-o

You're hot then you're cold

You're yes then you're no

You're in then you're out

You're up then you're down

We used to be

Just like twins

So in sync

The same energy

Now's a dead battery

Used to laugh 'bout nothing

Now you're plain boring

I should know that

You're not gonna change

[Chorus]

Someone call the doctor

Got a case of a love bipolar

Stuck on a roller coaster

And I can't get off this ride

You change your mind

Like a girl changes clothes

'Cause you're hot then you're cold

You're yes then you're no

You're in then you're out

You're up then you're down

You're wrong when it's right

It's black and it's white

We fight, we break up

We kiss, we make up

You're hot then you're cold

You're yes then you're no

You're in then you're out

You're up then you're down

You're wrong when it's right

It's black and it's white

We fight, we break up

We kiss, we make up

(You) You don't really wanna stay, no

(You) But you don't really wanna go-o

You're hot then you're cold

You're yes then you're no

You're in then you're out

You're up then you're down,

La la la la laaaa (03/02/2016 ore 22:41)

Wordplay - Jason Mraz

I've been all around the world

I've been a new sensation

But it doesn't really matter

In this generation

The sophomore slump is an uphill battle

And someone said that ain't my scene

'Cause they need a new song

Like a new religion

Music for the television

I can't do the long division

Someone do the math

For the record label puts me on the shelf up in the freezer

Got to find another way to live the life of leisure

So I drop my top

Mix and I mingle

Is everybody ready for the single and it goes...

[Chorus]

Ha La La La La

Now listen closer to the verse I lay

(Ha La La La La)

It's all about the wordplay

(Ha La La La Love)

The wonderful thing it does

Because, because

I am the wizard of ooh's and ah's and fa-la-la's

Yeah the Mister A to Z

They say I'm all about the wordplay

When it's time to get ill I got your remedy

For those who don't remember me

Well let me introduce you to my style

I try to keep a jumble

And the lyrics never mumble

When the music's makin' people tongue-tied

You want a new song

Like a new religion

Music for the television

I can't do the long division

Someone do the math

For the people write me off like I'm a one-hit wonder

Gotta find another way to keep from goin' under

Pull out the stops

Got your attention

I guess it's time again for me to mention

The wordplay

[chorus]

Ha La La La La

Now listen closer to the verse I lay

(Ha La La La La)

It's all about the wordplay

(Ha La La La Love)

The wonderful thing it does

Because, because

I am the wizard of ooh's and ah's and fa-la-la's

Yeah the Mister A to Z

They say I'm all about the wordplay

I built a bridge across the stream my consciousness

It always seems to be a flowin'

But I don't know which way my brain is goin'

Oh the ryhmin' and the timin'

Keeps the melodies inside me

And they're comin'

Till I'm running out of air

Are you prepared to take a dive into the deep end of my head

Are you listening to a single word I've said

Ha La La La La

Listen closer to the words I say

Ha La La La La

I'm stickin' to the wordplay

Ha La La La Love

The wonderful thing it does

Because, because

I am the wizard of ooh's and ah's and fa-la-la's

Yeah the Mister A to Z

They say I'm all about the wordplay

Ha La La La La

I'm all about the wordplay

Ha La La La La

Stickin' with the wordplay

Ha La La La Love

I love the wonderful thing it does

Because, because

The ooh's and ah's and fa-la-la's fall back in love

For the Mister A to Z they say

Is all about the wordplay

No diggity (03/02/2016 ore 22:33)

No Diggity / Thrift Shop (with Passeger)

Shorty, get down, good Lord
Baby got 'em open all over town
Strictly biz, she don't play around
Cover much ground, cocaine by the pound
Getting paid is a forte
Each and every day, true player way
I can't get her out of my mind
(Say what)
I think about the girl all the time (wow wow)
East side to the west side
Pushing phat rides, ain't no surprise
She got tricks in the stash
Stacking up the cash
Quick when it comes to the gas
By no means average
It's always she's got to have it
Baby, you're a perfect ten, I wanna get in
Let me come in, so I can win
I like the way you work it
No diggity, I got to bag it, bag it up now
I like the way you work it
No diggity, bout to bag it up
I like the way you work it
No diggity, I got to bag it, bag it up now
I like the way you work it
No diggity, I got to bag it up
She's got class and style
And balance by the pound,
Shorty, never act wild
Very low key on the profile
Catching feelings is a no,
Let me tell you how it goes
Curves the words, spins the verbs
Lovin' it curves so freak what you heard
Rollin' with the phatness
You never quite know what the half is
You got to pay to play
Just for shorty, bang-bang, to look your way
I like the way you work it
Top notch, Trumped tight, every day,
You're blowing my mind, baby, in time
Maybe, I can get you in my ride
I like the way you work it
No diggity, I got to bag it, bag it up now
I like the way you work it
No diggity, I'm bout to bag it up
I like the way you work it
No diggity, I'm bout to bag it, bag it up now
I like the way you work it
No diggity, I'm about to bag it up
Hey yo, hey yo, hey yo, hey yo
Hey yo, damn that girl looks good
Hey yo, hey yo, hey yo, hey yo
Play on, play on play on
Hey yo, hey yo, hey yo, hey yo
Damn that girl looks good
Hey yo, hey yo, hey yo, hey yo
No no no
I'm gonna pop some tags
Only got twenty dollars in my pocket
I - I - I'm hunting, looking for a come up
This is freaking awesome
Now I'm gonna pop some tags
Only got twenty dollars in my pocket
I - I - I'm hunting, looking for a come up
This is freaking awesome
Now, now I'm gonna pop some tags (I like the way you work it)
No diggity, I got to bag it up, bag it up now

Put Me Back Together (03/02/2016 ore 22:23)

One, Two, Three, Four

When I walk
Down the street
I been trippin on my feet
And my clothes
They don't match
And my blue jeans need a patch
it's cold outside
is there someone there tonight
it's cold outside
won't you let me come inside and make it right
Right here it's clear, that I'm not getting better
When I fall down, you put me back together
What I do, isn't cool
And my lips are lined with drool
I'm a mess, since you left
You can use this fool, I'm gonna use this too
It's cold outside
Is there someone there tonight
It's cold outside
Would you let me come inside, and make it right
From here, it's clear, that I'm not getting better
when I fall down, you put me back together
I'm alone, in my room, I don't know what to do
When I fall down, you put me back together
And when I day dream
When eating ice cream
It's such a nice scene
But then I wake up crying
I know I just been lying
Right here, it's clear, that I'm not getting better (that I'm not getting better)
when I fall down, you put me back together (put me back together)
Right here, it's clear, that I'm not getting better (that I'm not getting better)
When I fall down, you put me back together
I'm alone, in my room, I don't know what to do
when I fall down you put me back together 

 

 

 Put Me Back Together by the Weezer

alla fine dei ringraziamenti (01/02/2016 ore 0:45)

(...) in fine Sebold, telepatica, levitatrice, arma segreta, pungolo, farfalla. Modella d'artista, acrobata, diva, trapezista. Avvenimento epocale e esploratrice del mondo degli spiriti. Critico addetto agli effetti speciali, manager, diva, oracolo, signora delle fughe, regina dei misteri, collega illusionista, varietà di classe. Amica, sorella, arma segreta, amante. Moglie. Ti amo: conquistiamo questo pianeta malvagio e trasformiamolo in un campo giochi.

Glen David Gold - Carter e il diavolo

e ti sveglierei nel pieno della notte per dirti che sono un coglione (01/02/2016 ore 0:42)

Cara Ana, prima ancora di lasciarti dire 52 anni, io direi quasi 52 - eccoli qua, uno dietro l’altro - e ti sveglierei nel pieno della notte per dirti che sono un coglione, che dovrei darmi alla matematica, che non so scrivere. E poi, come può uno essere tanto presuntuoso da credersi padrone delle parole e delle frasi, dei discorsi e dei paragrafi, di capitoli interi, quando invece non è padrone di nulla, neanche della Olivetti Lettera 25 su cui martella tutto il giorno, e nemmeno del foglio, delle virgole che sono sempre fuori posto. Ma ci sarà pure un altro lavoro - prima che le lacrime spuntino agli occhi - un altro fottuto lavoro in cui la danza dall’euforia alla depressione non sia così incessante, vertiginosa come sulle montagne russe, capace di farti precipitare giù dalla torre latino-americana in 10 secondi. E ti direi tutto questo mentre tu ficchi la testa sotto il cuscino e dici “passerà”, quasi come la parola d’ordine della guerra spagnola “no pasaran”; e invece non passa e io continuo per la mia strada con la fedele compagna di sempre, la paura delle parole che non esistono, delle frasi dal significato contorto, delle idee inafferrabili, dei paesaggi imprendibili, dei personaggi errattici, delle trame senza meta-ferite mortali. E maledetto sia il libro che ti resta in mano perchè non odora d’inchiostro e non ha alcuna frase capace di trasformare l’incubo in sogno e il sogno in quella tranquillità che solo il punto conclusivo sa dare, anche se poi devi correggerlo mille volte. Il miglior romanzo resta sempre quello che non si conclude mai, che non si scrive mai, che si pensa di continuo, che ci si porta dentro per sempre e che morirà con noi per quell’assurdo matrimonio tra il libro che non sarà mai scritto e l’uomo che mai lo scriverà. E a chi le racconto tutte queste cose? Lo specchio mi ha già avvisato che non ha intenzione di tollerare l’ennesimo fottuto monologo da lattante depresso. Ma a te, è ovvio.

Paco Ignacio Taibo II - Come la vita