sabato, 21 febbraio 2009
Ragazzi, una bella notizia per tutti. E' finalmente pronto il mio nuovo sito, quindi aggiornate i vostri link (se non ne avete voglia, schiavizzate qualcuno affinché lo faccia!).
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martedì, 27 maggio 2008
E tornò quindi l'estate. Stranamente ne sono felice. Sarà che rispetto allo scorso anno sono cambiato, ma ho smesso di odiare i "tre mesi di fuoco". Anzi! E' da queste piccole che uno si accorge del proprio percorso. E proprio con l'entrata dell'estate io mi sono reso conto di essermi evoluto. Meglio che tardi che mai, no? =P
Vi lascio con una canzone che scrissi per il gruppo con cui suonavo. Il testo è abbastanza particolare, una donna accusata di stregoneria e bruciata sul rogo. Ditemi che ne pensate ^_^
VENEFICIUM - MOTHER TEAR
No child, no pain,
no cross among the saints
the wings are still cold
the pray was already told.
The priest claims the hell
the gate is open, he'll send
your soul in the flames, the black ones,
they'll purify your soul, for what
you've done.
Screaming is useless, the trial starts
they are against you, no one of your part
disappointed husband, crying child,
they know the truth, not the one in your mind.
No more between your arms,
they'll take him away from you
blond hairs so far away
she can't listen what you say...
The judge is sure, the hell will eat
your body remains, a juicy meat.
Faith is gift, gift is pain
be happy now for being blamed.
The pyre was built in front of the church,
Christ can see you, but he accept the fate.
Now you are all alone in this empty space
you can see them, but their sight can't reach your face.
The tear is falling between the flames,
it's freezing on earth, the sign has been made.
End of the proof, to save your life,
you're just a witch, no more a wife.
The judge is sure, the hell will eat
your body remains, a juicy meat.
Faith is gift, gift is pain
be happy now for being blamed.
Vi lascio con una canzone che scrissi per il gruppo con cui suonavo. Il testo è abbastanza particolare, una donna accusata di stregoneria e bruciata sul rogo. Ditemi che ne pensate ^_^
VENEFICIUM - MOTHER TEAR
No child, no pain,
no cross among the saints
the wings are still cold
the pray was already told.
The priest claims the hell
the gate is open, he'll send
your soul in the flames, the black ones,
they'll purify your soul, for what
you've done.
Screaming is useless, the trial starts
they are against you, no one of your part
disappointed husband, crying child,
they know the truth, not the one in your mind.
No more between your arms,
they'll take him away from you
blond hairs so far away
she can't listen what you say...
The judge is sure, the hell will eat
your body remains, a juicy meat.
Faith is gift, gift is pain
be happy now for being blamed.
The pyre was built in front of the church,
Christ can see you, but he accept the fate.
Now you are all alone in this empty space
you can see them, but their sight can't reach your face.
The tear is falling between the flames,
it's freezing on earth, the sign has been made.
End of the proof, to save your life,
you're just a witch, no more a wife.
The judge is sure, the hell will eat
your body remains, a juicy meat.
Faith is gift, gift is pain
be happy now for being blamed.
LucaCP alle 15:00 in: musica, gruppo, scleri giornalieri
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venerdì, 22 febbraio 2008
Ho finito di leggere "La storia infinita". Un libro stupendo, ben lontano da ogni mia aspettativa. E pensare che solitamente quei romanzi in cui l'autore si rivolge apertamente ai suoi lettori con frasi del tipo "Sappiate che..." non li ho mai retti... e invece! Che splendida sorpresa! Ma è normale che durante tutta la lettura mi sia rimasta in testa la canzone "Mad World" di Gary Jules?
MAD WORLD
All around me are familiar faces
Worn out places
Worn out faces
Bright and early for their daily races
Going nowhere
Going nowhere
Their tears are filling up their glasses
No expression
No expression
Hide my head I want to drown my sorrow
No tomorrow
No tomorrow
And I find it kind of funny
I find it kind of sad
The dreams in which I’m dying
Are the best I’ve ever had
I find it hard to tell you
I find it hard to take
When people run in circles
It’s a very very
Mad world
Mad world
Children waiting for the day they feel good
Happy birthday
Happy birthday
Made to feel the way that every child should
Sit down and listen
Sit down and listen
Went to school and I was very nervous
No one knew me
No one knew me
Hello teacher tell me what’s my lesson
Look right through me
Look right through me
And I find it kind of funny
I find it kind of sad
The dreams in which I’m dying
Are the best I’ve ever had
I find it hard to tell you
I find it hard to take
When people run in circles
It’s a very very
Mad world
Mad world
enlarged in your world
Mad world
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martedì, 29 gennaio 2008
Una canzone che ho scoperto per caso, di Vanessa Carlton. Ancor prima di capire bene tutte le parole (anche se ci ero riuscito quasi del tutto) il brano è riuscito a trasmettermi delle emozioni assai strane, che non riuscirei neppure a spiegarvi.
Half a week before the winter
The chill bites before it comes
And I'm a child of the pleasure
Daddy brings before he runs
He sits behind a desk of mahogany
He whispers dreams into my ear
And though I've givin him his empire
He delivers me my fear
The unicorns are riding high
Powerful in coats of white
I turn to look and burn my eyes
I carry on, I carry all the weight of empty promise
As I stand swallowed by the light
Flickering above the highway
I hold my head and know the streets are mine tonight
The vampires are growing tired
The coats of white all turn to red
My heart burns with desire
I carry on, I carry on
The unicorns are riding high
Powerful in coats of white
We turn to look and burn our eyes
I carry on, I carry
The vampires are growing tired
The coats of white all turn to red
My heart burns with desire
I carry on, I carry on
I carry on
I carry on
We carry on
Half a week before the Winter - Vanessa Carlton
The chill bites before it comes
And I'm a child of the pleasure
Daddy brings before he runs
He sits behind a desk of mahogany
He whispers dreams into my ear
And though I've givin him his empire
He delivers me my fear
The unicorns are riding high
Powerful in coats of white
I turn to look and burn my eyes
I carry on, I carry all the weight of empty promise
As I stand swallowed by the light
Flickering above the highway
I hold my head and know the streets are mine tonight
The vampires are growing tired
The coats of white all turn to red
My heart burns with desire
I carry on, I carry on
The unicorns are riding high
Powerful in coats of white
We turn to look and burn our eyes
I carry on, I carry
The vampires are growing tired
The coats of white all turn to red
My heart burns with desire
I carry on, I carry on
I carry on
I carry on
We carry on
Half a week before the Winter - Vanessa Carlton
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