uuhh Pearl!!!

You Are

Artist: Pearl Jam

Composer: Vedder/Cameron

This broken wheel is coming undone
And the roads exploding
But you're keeping me strong
Rolling along with you,...

Love is a tower
And you're the key
Leading me higher
When you let me in

Keeping us close,... so close
On down the line

Sometimes I burn like a dot on the sun
With no one knowing
But you're keeping me strong
Rolling along with you

You are a tower of
Strength to me
The darkening hour
Sees light again

Ooh wah, ooh wah, ooh wah, ooh wah, ooh wah
Ooh wah, ooh wah, you are... you are

Love is a tower
Of strength to me
I am the shoreline
But you're the sea

You are.

Isaak

Chris Isaak - Graduation Day

Driving slowly, watching the headlights in the rain.
Funny how things change.
Think of the good times wishing you were still with me.
The way it used to be, graduation day.

Watching the stars fall, a million dreams have all gone bad.
Think of all we had.
I knew all then, thought you loved me I was wrong.
Life goes on, graduation day, oh, graduation day.

Thinking of a time when everything was right.
Thinking of a time with only you and I.
Makes me sorry that it had to end that way.
Learned my lesson now there's nothing left to say, graduation day, oh graduation day.

( Guitar Solo )

Thinking of a time when everything was right.
Thinking of a time with only you and I.
Makes me sorry that it had to end that way.
Learned my lesson now there's nothing left to say, graduation day, oh graduation day.
Oh graduation day.

Recueillement

Non conosco Baudelaire, ma questa poesia è sublime!

Recueillement

Sois sage, ô ma Douleur, et tiens-toi plus tranquille.

Tu réclamais le Soir; il descend; le voici:

Une atmosphère obscure enveloppe la ville,

Aux uns portant la paix, aux autres le souci.

Pendant que des mortels la multitude vile,

Sous le fouet du Plaisir, ce bourreau sans merci,

Va cueillir des remords dans la fête servile,

Ma Douleur, donne-moi la main; viens par ici,

Loin d'eux. Vois se pencher les défuntes Années,

Sur les balcons du ciel, en robes surannées;

Surgir du fond des eaux le Regret souriant;

Le Soleil moribond s'endormir sous une arche,

Et, comme un long linceul traînant à l'Orient,

Entends, ma chère, entends la douce Nuit qui marche.

Charles Baudelaire, Les fleurs du mal CLIX

America!

Ancora mi eccito quando ascolto questa canzone. I riferimenti sono molteplici, sembra che ci sia un significato nascosto nel testo che non riesco a percepire.

A Horse With No Name - AMERICA

On the first part of the journey I was looking at all the life
There were plants and birds and rocks and things
There were sand and hills and rain
The first thing I met was a fly with no buzz
And a sky with no clouds
The heat was hot and the ground was dry
But the air was full of sound

You see I've been through the desert on a horse with no name
It felt good to be out of the rain
In the desert you can't remember your name
'Coz there aint no one to a give you no paine

After two days in the desert sun
My skin began to turn red
After three days in the desert fun
I was looking at a river bed
And the story it told
Of a river that floated
Made me sad to think it was dead

You see I've been through the desert on a horse with no name...

After nine days I let the horse run free
'Coz the desert had turned to sea
There were plants and birds and rocks and things
There were sand and hills and things
The ocean is a desert with it's life underground
And the perfectest sky is above
Under the cities lies a heart made of ground
But the humans will give no love

You see I've been through the desert on a horse with no name...

Camminare

Un consiglio a tutti coloro che stanno davanti a internet dalla mattina alla sera, agli annoiati, ai teledipendenti, ai frustrati... Leggete "Camminare" dello scrittore norvegese Tomas Espedal. Mi ha fatto riscoprire la voglia di sentire la terra sotto i piedi muoversi, il piacere di sentirmi unito all'ambiente anche in una caotica città. Perchè il cammino è parte dell'uomo e c'è tutta una letteratura che ne parla e ci insegna a mollare tutto e andare...

Il libro è scorrevole e parla delle esperienze di un eterno giovane scrittore single amante dell'alcohol e della letteratura che ha passato tanto tempo a viaggiare e soprattutto a camminare! A volte, incredibile ma vero, ci muoviamo senza pensare che camminiamo...