a self made man

I'm a self made man, I'm a self-made man
I'm a self-made man (I got nothing left to give)
I'm a self-made man (I got nothing left to lose)

David Byrne

Grazie Radiozimbra!!

Well the kids are all hopped up and ready to go

They're ready to go now

They got their surfboards

And they're going to the Discotheque Au Go Go

But she just couldn't stay

She had to break away

Well New York City really has it all

Oh yeah, oh yeah.

Sheena is a punk rocker

very different today

This is Major Tom to Ground Control
I'm stepping through the door
And I'm floating in a most peculiar way
And the stars look very different today

Bowie, Space Oddity

Lost Property

All through my life there have been
Many rare and precious things
I have tried to call mine
But I just cannot seem
To keep hold of anything
For more than a short time
Possessions of a sentimental kind
They were mine, now they're not

Divine Comedy

'00

naturalmente domani la rifarei diversa, ma insomma questi sono i dieci degli anni '00 per me. Non è una classifica che intende riflettere il "valore", ma la frequenza di ascolto e la resistenza alla distanza nel ripostiglio memo-sensoriale del mio cervello dedicato alla musica.

Dead Kennedy

You call yourself the Moral Majority
We call ourselves the people in the real world
Trying to rub us out, but we're going to survive
God must be dead if you're alive

Dead Kennedy, Moral Majority,1981

Blank Generation

I belong to the blank generation,
And I can take it or leave it each time.
I belong to the generation,
But I can take it or leave it each time.

Richard Hell & The Voidoids, 1977

mamma mia!

«Guardo a Chris Martin che dice di non aver mai preso dro­ghe in vita sua e penso che sia un idiota. Drogarsi è la cosa più bella dell’essere in una rock­band. Fino al 1998 ci avrò speso almeno un milione di sterline, poi ho smesso perché fa male alla salute, al cervello, alla vita, alle persone che ti stanno attor­no. Ma mentre la usi, tranne l’eroina che ammazza la gente e che non ho mai provato, 'mamma mia' come dite voi».

Noel Gallagher

the fly

A man will rise
A man will fall
From the sheer face of love
Like a fly from a wall
It's no secret at all

U2

And fuck forever

And fuck forever,
If you don't mind.
Oh, fuck forever,
If you don't mind, I don't mind, I don't mind, I don't mind

Babyshamble

epitaph

Confusion will be my epitaph.
As I crawl a cracked and broken path
If we make it we can all sit back
And laugh.
But I fear tomorrow Ill be crying,
Yes I fear tomorrow Ill be crying.

King Crimson

Strani giorni, viviamo strani giorni

Mi lambivano suoni che coprirono rabbie
e vendette di uomini con clave.
Ma anche battaglie e massacri di uomini civili.
L'uomo neozoico dell'era quaternaria.
Strani giorni, viviamo strani giorni.

Battiato

Ron Asheton, 17 luglio 1948 - 1° gennaio 2009

No fun my babe no fun
No fun my babe no fun
No fun to hang around
Feeling that same old way
No fun to hang around
Freaked out for another day
No fun my babe no fun
No fun my babe no fun
No fun to be around
Walking by myself
No fun to be alone
In love with nobody else
Well maybe go out maybe stay home
maybe call Mom on the telephone
Well come on, well come on,
well come on..........

She's lost control

Confusion in her eyes that says it all.
She's lost control

Joy Division

seen and not seen

He would see faces in movies, on T.V., in magazines, and in books....
He thought that some of these faces might be right for him....And
through the years, by keeing an ideal facial structure fixed in his
mind....Or somewhere in the back of his mind....That he might, by
force of will, cause his face to approach those of his ideal....The
change would be very subtle....It might take ten years or so....
Gradually his face would change its' shape....A more hooked nose...
Wider, thinner lips....Beady eyes....A larger forehead.

Talking Heads

cerco un centro di gravità...

Non sopporto i cori russi
la musica finto rock la new wave italiana il free jazz punk inglese.
Neanche la nera africana.

Battiato

My Ever Changing Moods

The love after the hate
The love we leave too late
I wish we'd wake up one day - an' everyone feel moved
But we're caught up in the dailies and an ever changing mood


Style Council

sex and dying in high society

now you told the maid
to burn you on your virgin back
with a curling iron
hotter than hot
you say it's good enough
you say your pain is better
than any kind of love

sex and dying in high society


X

Lady Godiva's Operation

Well come and break the door down You want me?
Fucking come and break the door down
I'm ready I'm ready I'm ready
I'm ready I'm ready

Velvet Underground

my body is a cage

And After The Applause,
Then Its Silence When It Stops,
And Its Back To The Violence,
And The Sirens
And The Shots.

Arcade fire