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Sounds of Silence

_the_passenger_ — Sat, 18 Apr 2009 16:16:27 UT

Hello darkness, my old friend,
Ive come to talk with you again,
Because a vision softly creeping,
Left its seeds while I was sleeping,
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Still remains
Within the sound of silence.

In restless dreams I walked alone
Narrow streets of cobblestone,
neath the halo of a street lamp,
I turned my collar to the cold and damp
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of
A neon light
That split the night
And touched the sound of silence.

And in the naked light I saw
Ten thousand people, maybe more.
People talking without speaking,
People hearing without listening,
People writing songs that voices never share
And no one deared
Disturb the sound of silence.

Fools said i,you do not know
Silence like a cancer grows.
Hear my words that I might teach you,
Take my arms that I might reach you.
But my words like silent raindrops fell,
And echoed
In the wells of silence

And the people bowed and prayed
To the neon God they made.
And the sign flashed out its warning,
In the words that it was forming.
And the signs said, the words of the prophets
Are written on the subway walls
And tenement halls.
And whisperd in the sounds of silence.

<<Simon And Garfunkle>>

love is noise

_the_passenger_ — Sat, 28 Feb 2009 16:34:13 UT

Will those feet in modern times
Walk on soles that are made in China?
Feel the bright prosaic malls
In the corridors that go on and on and on

Are we blind - can we see?
We are one - incomplete
Are we blind - In the shade
Waiting for lightning - to be saved
Cause love is noise and love is pain
Love is these blues that I'm singing again
Love is noise and love is pain
Love is these blues that I'm singing again, again

Will those feet in modern times
Understand this world's affliction
Recognise the righteous anger
Understand this world's addiction?

I was blind - couldn't see
What was here in me
I was blind - insecure
I felt like the road was way too long, yeah
Cause love is noise and love is pain
Love is these blues that I'm singing again
Love is noise and love is pain
Love is these blues that I'm singing again
Love is noise, love is pain
Love is these blues that I'm feeling again
Love is noise, love is pain
Love is these blues that I'm singing again, again, again, again, again, again

Cause love is noise, love is pain
Love is these blues that you're feeling again
Love is noise, love is pain
Love is these blues that I'm singing again, again, again

Will those feet in modern times
Walk on soles made in China?
Will those feet in modern times
See the bright prosaic malls?
Will those feet in modern times
Recognise the heavy burden
Will those feet in modern times
Pardon me for my sins
Love is noise
Come on

<<The Verve>>

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_the_passenger_ — Sun, 23 Nov 2008 16:49:41 UT

Evaporato in una nuvola rossa
in una delle molte feritoie della notte
con un bisogno d'attenzione e d'amore
troppo, "Se mi vuoi bene piangi"
per essere corrisposti, valeva la pena divertirvi le serate estive
con un semplicissimo , "Mi ricordo"
per osservarvi affittare un chilo d'erba
ai contadini in pensione e alle loro donne
e regalare a piene mani oceani
ed altre ed altre onde ai marinai in servizio
fino a scoprire ad uno ad uno i vostri nascondigli
senza rimpiangere la mia credulità;
perché già dalla prima trincea
ero più curioso di voi
ero molto più curioso di voi.

E poi sospeso tra i vostri "Come sta"
meravigliato da luoghi meno comuni e più feroci
tipo "Come ti senti amico, amico fragile,
se vuoi potrò occuparmi un'ora al mese di te"
"Lo sa che io ho perduto due figli"
"Signora lei è una donna piuttosto distratta"

E ancora ucciso dalla vostra cortesia
nell'ora in cui un mio sogno
ballerina di seconda fila,
agitava per chissà quale avvenire
il suo presente di seni enormi
e il suo cesareo fresco,
pensavo è bello che dove finiscono le mie dita debba in qualche modo incominciare una chitarra.

E poi seduto in mezzo ai vostri arrivederci,
mi sentivo meno stanco di voi
ero molto meno stanco di voi

Potevo stuzzicare i pantaloni della sconosciuta
fino a vederle spalancarsi la bocca
Potevo chiedere ad uno qualunque dei miei figli
di parlare ancora male e ad alta voce di me
Potevo barattare la mia chitarra e il suo elmo
con una scatola di legno che dicesse perderemo
Potevo chiedervi come si chiama il vostro cane
il mio è un po' di tempo che si chiama Libero
Potevo assumere un cannibale al giorno
per farmi insegnare la mia distanza dalle stelle
Potevo attraversare litri e litri di corallo
per raggiungere un posto che si chiamasse arrivederci.

E mai che mi sia venuto in mente,
di essere più ubriaco di voi
di essere molto più ubriaco di voi.

Who Killed Mr.Moonlight?

_the_passenger_ — Sat, 15 Nov 2008 16:22:46 UT

Consider green lakes
and the diary of clocks
Someone shot nostalgia in the back
Someone shot our innocence

A broken arrow in a bloody pool.
The wound in the face
of Midnight proposals.
Someone shot nostalgia in the back
Someone shot our innocence

in the shadow of his smile
in the shadow of his smile
in the shadow of his smile
in the shadow of his smile

All our dreams have melted down
we are hiding in the bushes
from dead men
doing Douglas Fairbanks stunts

all our stories burnt
our films lost in the rushes
we can't paint any pictures
as the moon had all our brushes

extracting wasps from stings in flight
Who killed Mr Moonlight?
Who killed Mr Moonlight?
in the shadow of his smile
Who killed Mr Moonlight?
in the shadow of his smile

<< Bauhaus >>

Heaven And Hell

_the_passenger_ — Tue, 14 Oct 2008 17:07:40 UT

Sing me a song, youre a singer
Do me a wrong, youre a bringer of evil
The devil is never a maker
The less that you give, youre a taker
So its on and on and on, its heaven and hell, oh well

The lover of lifes not a sinner
The ending is just a beginner
The closer you get to the meaning
The sooner youll know that youre dreaming
So its on and on and on, oh its on and on and on
It goes on and on and on, heaven and hell
I can tell, fool, fool!

Well if it seems to be real, its illusion
For every moment of truth, theres confusion in life
Love can be seen as the answer, but nobody bleeds for the dancer
And its on and on, on and on and on....

They say that lifes a carousel
Spinning fast, youve got to ride it well
The world is full of kings and queens
Who blind your eyes and steal your dreams
Its heaven and hell, oh well
And theyll tell you black is really white
The moon is just the sun at night
And when you walk in golden halls
You get to keep the gold that falls
Its heaven and hell, oh no!
Fool, fool!
Youve got to bleed for the dancer!
Fool, fool!
Look for the answer!
Fool, fool, fool!

<< Black Sabbath >>

Goody Two Shoes

_the_passenger_ — Thu, 02 Oct 2008 13:01:49 UT

With the heartbreak open
So much you cant hide
Put on a little makeup makeup
Make sure they get your good side good side

If the words unspoken
Get stuck in your throat
Send a treasure token token
Write it on a pound note pound note

Dont drink dont smoke - what do you do?
Dont drink dont smoke - what do you do?
Subtle innuends follow
There must be something inside he's hiding

We dont follow fashion
That would be a joke
You know were going to set them set them
So everyone can take note take note

When they saw you kneeling
Crying words that you mean
Opening their eyeballs eyeballs
Pretending that youre al green al green

No ones gonna tell me
Whats wrong or whats right
Or tell me who to eat with sleep with
Or that Ive won the big fight big fight

Look out or theyll tell you
Youre a superstar
Two weeks and youre an all time legend
I think the games have gone much too far

If the words unspoken
Get stuck in your throat
Send a treasure token token
Write it on a pound note pound note

Dont drink dont smoke - what do you do?
Dont drink dont smoke - what do you do?
Subtle innuends follow
There must be something inside he's hiding...

<< Adam and the Ants >>

World In Motion

_the_passenger_ — Sun, 24 Aug 2008 10:12:32 UT

Express yourself
Create the space
You know you can win
Dont give up the chase

Beat the man
Take him on
You never give up
Its one on one

Express yourself
Its one on one
Express yourself
Its one on one
Express yourself
You cant be wrong
When somethings good
Its never gone

Loves got the world in motion
And I know what we can do
Loves got the world in motion
And I cant believe its true

Now is the time
Let everyone see
You never give up
Thats how it should be
Dont get caught
Make your own play
Express yourself
Dont give it away

Express yourself
Its one on one
Express yourself
Its one on one
Express yourself
You cant be wrong
When somethings good
Its never wrong

Loves got the world in motion
And I know what we can do
Loves got the world in motion
And I cant believe its true

Loves got the world in motion
And I know what we can do
Loves got the world in motion
And I cant believe its true

Youve got to hold and give
But do it at the right time
You can be slow or fast
But you must get to the line
Theyll always hit you and hurt you
Defend and attack
Theres only one way to beat them
Get round the back
Catch me if you can
Cos Im the england man
And what youre looking at
Is the master plan
We aint no hooligans
This aint a football song
Three lions on my chest
I know we cant go wrong

Were playing for england {in-ger-land}
Were playing the song
Were singing for england {in-ger-land}
Arrivederci its one one one

<< New Order >>

Rock N Roll Suicide

_the_passenger_ — Thu, 17 Jul 2008 11:04:56 UT

Time takes a cigarette, puts it in your mouth
You pull on your finger, then another finger, then your cigarette
The wall-to-wall is calling, it lingers, then you forget
Ohhh how how how, youre a rock n roll suicide

Youre too old to lose it, too young to choose it
And the clocks waits so patiently on your song
You walk past a cafe but you dont eat when youve lived too long
Oh, no, no, no, youre a rock n roll suicide

Chev brakes are snarling as you stumble across the road
But the day breaks instead so you hurry home
Dont let the sun blast your shadow
Dont let the milk float ride your mind
Youre so natural - religiously unkind

OH NO LOVE, YOU'RE NOT ALONE!
Youre watching yourself but youre too unfair
You got your head all tangled up but if I could only
Make you care
Oh no love! youre not alone
No matter what or who youve been
No matter when or where youve seen
All the knives seem to lacerate your brain
Ive had my share, Ill help you with the pain
Youre not alone

Just turn on with me and youre not alone
Lets turn on with me and youre not alone (wonderful)
Lets turn on and be not alone (wonderful)
Gimme your hands cause youre wonderful (wonderful)
Gimme your hands cause youre wonderful (wonderful)
Oh gimme your hands.

<< David Bowie >>

Hostages

_the_passenger_ — Mon, 16 Jun 2008 12:22:37 UT

Ugly duckling
In the end you got a handsome coat
You bought it with the royalties
Off some anthems he once wrote
But now you crave total control
You’ll blow the planet up if you don’t get the vote
I feel the earth’s crust buckling
Under the weight of your ransome note

HOSTEGES! You’re all hostages on earth
You’ve been betrayed and you won’t be tried
It doesn’t matter now who’s wrong or who lied
You’re all hostages! You’re all hostages from birth!
You’ve got a tickin’ bomb inside
And you pretend you’re just along for the ride

His tunes sold billions
They went uranium long ago
You heard’em at school you heard’em at home
They’re the only songs you’ll ever know
So now he craves total control
So he’s been fixin’ up a super gala show
Sold out generations in advance
He sold you out and you gotta go

HOSTAGES! You’re all hostages on earth
You’ve been betrayed and you won’t be tried
It doesn’t matter now who’s wrong or who lied
You’re all hostages! You’re all hostages from birth!
You’ve got a tickin’ bomb inside
And you pretend you’re just along for the ride

Now the ugly duckling
He got his beak in every ballot box
In republics and kingdoms
Protectorates, states and blocs
But now he craves total control
He’s gonna fleece the preachers and them flocks
He’s gonna rip off all the hicks in the sticks
All the Joneses, junkies and jocks

HOSTAGES! You’re all hostages on earth
You’ve been betrayed and you won’t be tried
It doesn’t matter now who’s wrong or who lied
You’re all hostages! You’re all hostages from birth!
You’ve got a tickin’ bomb inside
And you pretend you’re just along for the ride

<< Eugenio Finardi >>

where the birds always sing

_the_passenger_ — Mon, 28 Apr 2008 17:02:03 UT

The world is neither fair nor unfair
The idea is just a way for us to understand
But the world is neither fair nor unfair
So one survives
The others die
And you always want a reason why

But the world is neither just nor unjust
It's just us trying to feel that there's some sense in it
No, the world is neither just nor unjust
And though going young
So much undone
Is a tragedy for everyone

It doesn't speak a plan or any secret thing
No unseen sign or untold truth in anything...
But living on in others, in memories and dreams
Is not enough
You want everything
Another world where the sun always shines
And the birds always sing
Always sing...

The world is neither fair nor unfair
The idea is just a way for us to understand
No the world is neither fair nor unfair
So some survive
And others die
And you always want a reason why

But the world is neither just nor unjust
It's just us trying to feel that there's some sense in it
No, the world is neither just nor unjust
And though going young
So much undone
Is a tragedy for everyone

It doesn't mean there has to be a way of things
No special sense that hidden hands are pulling strings
But living on in others, in memories and dreams
Is not enough
And it never is
You always want so much more than this...

An endless sense of soul and an eternity of love
A sweet mother down below and a just father above
For living on in others, in memories and dreams
Is not enough
You want everything
Another world
Where the birds always sing
Another world
Where the sun always shines
Another world
Where nothing ever dies...

<< The Cure >>

avalanche.

_the_passenger_ — Sat, 19 Apr 2008 12:15:56 UT

Well I stepped into an avalanche,
It covered up my soul;
When I am not this hunchback that you see,
I sleep beneath the golden hill.
You who wish to conquer pain,
You must learn, learn to serve me well.

You strike my side by accident
As you go down for your gold.
The cripple here that you clothe and feed
Is neither starved nor cold;
He does not ask for your company,
Not at the centre, the centre of the world.

When I am on a pedestal,
You did not raise me there.
Your laws do not compel me
To kneel grotesque and bare.
I myself am the pedestal
For this ugly hump at which you stare.

You who wish to conquer pain,
You must learn what makes me kind;
The crumbs of love that you offer me,
Theyre the crumbs Ive left behind.
Your pain is no credential here,
Its just the shadow, shadow of my wound.

I have begun to long for you,
I who have no greed;
I have begun to ask for you,
I who have no need.
You say youve gone away from me,
But I can feel you when you breathe.

Do not dress in those rags for me,
I know you are not poor;
You dont love me quite so fiercely now
When you know that you are not sure,
It is your turn, beloved,
It is your flesh that I wear.

<<leonard cohen>>

on fashion.

_the_passenger_ — Fri, 11 Apr 2008 16:12:49 UT

www.exactitudes.com

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_the_passenger_ — Thu, 20 Mar 2008 12:10:53 UT

WIR LIEBEN DI NEUE DEUTSCHE WELLE.

people have the power

_the_passenger_ — Thu, 07 Feb 2008 18:52:58 UT

I was dreaming in my dreaming
of an aspect bright and fair
and my sleeping it was broken
but my dream it lingered near
in the form of shining valleys
where the pure air recognized
and my senses newly opened
I awakened to the cry
that the people / have the power
to redeem / the work of fools
upon the meek / the graces shower
it's decreed / the people rule

The people have the power
The people have the power
The people have the power
The people have the power

Vengeful aspects became suspect
and bending low as if to hear
and the armies ceased advancing
because the people had their ear
and the shepherds and the soldiers
lay beneath the stars
exchanging visions
and laying arms
to waste / in the dust
in the form of / shining valleys
where the pure air / recognized
and my senses / newly opened
I awakened / to the cry

Where there were deserts
I saw fountains
like cream the waters rise
and we strolled there together
with none to laugh or criticize
and the leopard
and the lamb
lay together truly bound
I was hoping in my hoping
to recall what I had found
I was dreaming in my dreaming
god knows / a purer view
as I surrender to my sleeping
I commit my dream to you

The power to dream, to rule
to wrestle the world from fools
it's decreed the people rule
it's decreed the people rule
Listen,
I BELIEVE EVERYTHING WE DREAM
CAN COME TO PASS THROUGH OUR UNION
WE CAN TURN THE WORLD AROUND
WE CAN TURN THE EARTH'S REVOLUTION
WE HAVE THE POWER
People have the power ...

<<Patti Smith>>

howl - l'urlo (allen ginsberg)

_the_passenger_ — Fri, 25 Jan 2008 17:10:39 UT

I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by
madness, starving hysterical naked,
dragging themselves through the negro streets at dawn
looking for an angry fix,
angelheaded hipsters burning for the ancient heavenly
connection to the starry dynamo in the machinery of night,
who poverty and tatters and hollow-eyed and high sat
up smoking in the supernatural darkness of
cold-water flats floating across the tops of cities
contemplating jazz...

Ho visto le menti migliori della mia generazione
distrutte dalla pazzia,
affamate nude isteriche,
trascinarsi per strade di negri all'alba
in cerca di droga rabbiosa,
hipsters dal capo d'angelo
ardenti per l'antico contatto celeste
con la din-amo stellata nel macchinario della notte,
che in miseria e stracci e occhi ínfossati
stavano su partiti a fumare nel buio soprannaturale
di soffitte a acqua fredda fluttuando sulle cime
delle città contemplando jazz...

ALLEN GINSBERG IS GOD.

la musica dei poveri

_the_passenger_ — Wed, 19 Dec 2007 17:27:32 UT

Lei non appartiene alla cultura
non la trovi sotto una bandiera
Lei non ha bisogno affatto di protettori
lei non può restare dentro, il suo posto è fuori!

Non l'avranno i figli del benessere
lei rimane ciò che deve essere
Non l'avranno gli avvocati ne i faccendieri
tantomeno i polizziotti o i carcerieri

La musica è dei poveri, la musica è dei poveri

Lei ha mille facce o solo una
più è lontana e più ti sta vicina
Lei ha centomila anni, è nuova
han cercato di ammazzarla ma lei è viva

La musica è dei poveri, la musica è dei poveri

Molti ne reclamano partenità
ma lei non appartiene neanche a chi la fa
Non l'avranno i venditori di dischi
o i pagliacci camuffati da grandi artisti
non l'avranno i criminali....distinti
lei non è dei vincitori, lei è dei vinti

La musica è dei poveri, la musica è dei poveri
La musica è dei poveri, la musica è dei poveri

-Mercanti di Liquore