Eric Clapton: My Father’s eyes

Waiting for my prince to come.
Praying for the healing rain
To restore my soul again.

Just a toe rag on the run.
How did I get here?
What have I done?
When will all my hopes arise?
How will I know him?
When I look in my father’s eyes.
My father’s eyes.
When I look in my father’s eyes.
My father’s eyes.

Then the light begins to shine
And I hear those ancient lullabies.
And as I watch this seedling grow,
Feel my heart start to overflow.

Where do I find the words to say?
How do I teach him?
What do we play?
Bit by bit, I’ve realized
That’s when I need them,
That’s when I need my father’s eyes.
My father’s eyes.
That’s when I need my father’s eyes.
My father’s eyes.

Then the jagged edge appears
Through the distant clouds of tears.
I’m like a bridge that was washed away;
My foundations were made of clay.

As my soul slides down to die.
How could I lose him?
What did I try?
Bit by bit, I’ve realized
That he was here with me;
I looked into my father’s eyes.
My father’s eyes.
I looked into my father’s eyes.
My father’s eyes.

My father’s eyes.
My father’s eyes.
I looked into my father’s eyes.

Ray Charles: Hit the road Jack

(Hit the road Jack and don’t you come back no more, no more, no more, no more.)
(Hit the road Jack and don’t you come back no more.)
What you say?
(Hit the road Jack and don’t you come back no more, no more, no more, no more.)
(Hit the road Jack and don’t you come back no more.)

Woah Woman, oh woman, don’t treat me so mean,
You’re the meanest old woman that I’ve ever seen.
I guess if you say so
I have to pack ma things and go. (That’s right)

(Hit the road Jack and don’t you come back no more, no more, no more, no more.)
(Hit the road Jack and don’t you come back no more.)
What you say?
(Hit the road Jack and don’t you come back no more, no more, no more, no more.)
(Hit the road Jack and don’t you come back no more.)

Well baby, listen baby, don’t ya treat me this-a way
Cause I’ll be back on my feet some day.
(Don’t care if you do ’cause it’s understood)
(you ain’t got no money you just ain’t no good.)
Well, I guess if you say so
I’d have to pack my things and go. (That’s right)

(Hit the road Jack and don’t you come back no more, no more, no more, no more.)
(Hit the road Jack and don’t you come back no more.)
What you say?
(Hit the road Jack and don’t you come back no more, no more, no more, no more.)
(Hit the road Jack and don’t you come back no more.)

Well!!
(Don’t you come back no more.)
Uhh what did you say?
(Don’t you come back no more.)
I did not understand it
(Don’t you come back no more.)
I came to talk it over
(Don’t you come back no more.)
I thaught we had a better understanding
(Don’t you come back no more.)
Oh baby dont be so chicken
(Don’t you come back no more.)
You dont want to see me cry (x2)
(Don’t you come back no more.)
Oh baby it isnt fair
Ooh yeahh

Ultimamente mi è venuta in mente questa canzone mitica e ho riso tantissimo ^__^

P.S. il testo non è fedele al cantato di Ray, ma per ora non ho voglia di modificarlo.

Bruce Springsteen: Jungleland

The rangers had a homecoming in harlem late last night
And the magic rat drove his sleek machine over the jersey state line
Barefoot girl sitting on the hood of a dodge
Drinking warm beer in the soft summer rain
The rat pulls into town rolls up his pants
Together they take a stab at romance and disappear down flamingo lane

Well the maximum lawman run down flamingo chasing the rat and the barefoot
Girl
And the kids round here look just like shadows always quiet, holding hands
From the churches to the jails tonight all is silence in the world
As we take our stand down in jungleland

The midnight gangs assembled and picked a rendezvous for the night
They’ll meet `neath that giant exxon sign that brings this fair city light
Man there’s an opera out on the turnpike
There’s a ballet being fought out in the alley
Until the local cops, cherry tops, rips this holy night
The streets alive as secret debts are paid
Contacts made, they vanished unseen
Kids flash guitars just like switch-blades hustling for the record machine
The hungry and the hunted explode into rocknroll bands
That face off against each other out in the street down in jungleland

In the parking lot the visionaries dress in the latest rage
Inside the backstreet girls are dancing to the records that the d.j. plays
Lonely-hearted lovers struggle in dark corners
Desperate as the night moves on, just a look and a whisper, and they’re gone

Beneath the city two hearts beat
Soul engines running through a night so tender in a bedroom locked
In whispers of soft refusal and then surrender in the tunnels uptown
The rats own dream guns him down as shots echo down them hallways in the
Night
No one watches when the ambulance pulls away
Or as the girl shuts out the bedroom light

Outside the streets on fire in a real death waltz
Between flesh and what’s fantasy and the poets down here
Don’t write nothing at all, they just stand back and let it all be
And in the quick of the night they reach for their moment
And try to make an honest stand but they wind up wounded, not even dead
Tonight in jungleland

(R.I.P. Clarence “Big Man” Clemons – «Big Man! Assist me, please!»)

Go Flamingo!: In the Dark

Fleet Foxes: Mykonos

The door slammed loud and rose up a cloud of dust on us
Footsteps follow, down through the hollow sound, torn up

And you will go to Mykonos
With a vision of a gentle coast
And a sun to maybe dissipate
Shadows of the mess you made

How did any holes in the snow tipped pines, I find
Hatching from the seed of your thin mind, all night?

And you will go to Mykonos
With a vision of a gentle coast
And a sun to maybe dissipate
Shadows of the mess you made

Brother you don’t need to turn me away
I was waiting down at the ancient gate

You go
Wherever you go today
You go today

I remember how they took you down
As the winter turned the meadow brown

You go
Wherever you go today
You go today

When I walking brother don’t you forget
It ain’t often you’ll ever find a friend

You go
Wherever you go today
You go today
[x8]

http://www.orrorea33giri.com/2009/04/rodolfo-de-angelis-ma-cose-questa-crisi.html

la colonna sonora dei nostri tempi. Una canzone del 1933, ma quanto mai attuale per tutta una serie di motivi socio-politici che non vale la pena di esporre, oh italico popolo bue. Mi sembra invece più interessante sottolineare quegli ammaestramenti che l’autore della canzone porge come antidoto certo alla crisi: in primis basta col gavazzare e si pensi a lavorare, e ci aggiungerei un «Cribbio!»; l’esercente guadagnare quel che è giusto; la donna bella non sprecare le nottate. Specie quest’ultimo è senz’altro da condividere.

A conclusione segnalo, in settima ed ottava strofa, quella che mi sembra una gustosa sottigliezza del primo ventennio fascista contro le inique sanzioni: si criticano le nazioni inconcludenti e si invita a rinunciare alla parte del leone, presumibilmente una stoccata alla Gran Bretagna.

Rodolfo de Angelis: Ma Cos’è Questa Crisi?

Si lamenta l’impresario che il teatro più non va
ma non sa rendere vario lo spettacolo che dà
“ah, la crisi!”

Ma cos’è questa crisi?
Ma cos’è questa crisi?

Metta in scena un buon autore
faccia agire un grande attore e vedrà…
che la crisi passerà!

Un riccone avaro e vecchio dice: ahimé così non và
vedo nero nello specchio chissà come finirà
“ah, la crisi… mmh”

Ma cos’è questa crisi?
Ma cos’è questa crisi?

Cavi fuori il portafogli
metta in giro i grossi fogli e vedrà…
che la crisi finirà!

Si lamenta Nicodemo della crisi lui che và
nel casino di Sanremo a giocare al Baccarat:
“ah, la crisi sa… capirà la crisi oh…”

Ma cos’è questa crisi?
Ma cos’è questa crisi?

Lasci stare il gavazzare
cerchi un po’ di lavorare e vedrà…
che la crisi passerà!

Tutte quante le nazioni si lamentano così
conferenze, riunioni, ma si resta sempre lì
“ah la crisi… eh…”

Ma cos’è questa crisi?
Ma cos’è questa crisi?

Rinunziate all’opinione
della parte del leone e chissà…
che la crisi finirà!

L’esercente poveretto non sa più che cosa far
e contempla quel cassetto che riempiva di danar
“ah, la crisi Signur!”

Ma cos’è questa crisi?
Ma cos’è questa crisi?

Si contenti guadagnare quel che è giusto
e non grattare e vedrà…
che la crisi passerà!

E perfin la donna bella alla crisi s’intonò
e per far la linea snella digiunando sospirò:
“ah, la crisi… oh signora la crisi”

Ma cos’è questa crisi?
Ma cos’è questa crisi?

Mangi un sacco di patate
non mi sprechi le nottate e vedrà…
che la curva tornerà!

Ma cos’è questa crisi?
Ma cos’è questa crisi?

Chi ce l’ha li metta fuori
circolare miei signori e chissà…
che la crisi finirà!

Louis Armstrong: What a Wonderful World

I see trees of green, red roses too
I see them bloom for me and you
And I think to myself, what a wonderful world

I see skies of blue and clouds of white
The bright blessed day, the dark sacred night
And I think to myself, what a wonderful world

The colours of the rainbow, so pretty in the sky
Are also on the faces of people going by
I see friends shakin’ hands, sayin’ How do you do?
They’re really saying I love you

I hear babies cryin’, I watch them grow
They’ll learn much more than I’ll ever know
And I think to myself, what a wonderful world
Yes, I think to myself, what a wonderful world

Oh yeah

Bruce Springsteen: Souls of the Departed

On the road to Basra stood young Lieutenant Jimmy Bly
Detailed to go through the clothes of the soldiers who died
At night in dreams he sees their souls rise
Like dark geese into the Oklahoma skies

Well this is a prayer for the souls of the departed
Those who’ve gone and left their babies brokenhearted
This is a prayer for the souls of the departed

Now Raphael Rodriguez was just seven years old
Shot down in a schoolyard by some East Compton Cholos
His mamma cried “My beautiful boy is dead”
In the hills the self-made men just sighed and shook their heads

This is a prayer for the souls of the departed
Those who’ve gone and left their babies brokenhearted
Young lives over before they got started
This is a prayer for the souls of the departed

Tonight as I tuck my own son in bed
All I can think of is what if it would’ve been him instead
I want to build me a wall so high nothing can burn it down
Right here on my own piece of dirty ground

Now I ply my trade in the land of king dollar
Where you get paid and your silence passes as honor
And all the hatred and dirty little lies
Been written off the books and into decent men’s eyes

(R.I.P. Danny “The Phantom” Federici, Long Live “The Boss”)

Nightwish: Elvenpath

(In the sheltering shade of the forest
Calling calming silence
Accompanied only by the full moon
The howling of a night wolf
And the path under my bare feet…
…The Elvenpath)

Hearing music from the deepest forest
Songs as a seduction of sirens
The elf-folk is calling me

Tapio, Bear-king, Ruler of the forest
Mielikki, Bluecloak, Healer of the ill and sad
Open the gate and let me follow the uncurving path

The way to the lands
Where as a hero I stand
The path where Beauty met the Beast
Elvenpath
It’s the honesty of these worlds
Ruled by magic and mighty swords
That makes my soul long for the past
Elvenpath

The moonwitch took me to a ride on a broomstick
Introduced me to her old friend home gnome
Told me to keep the sauna warm for him

At the grove I met the rest – the folk of my fantasies
Bilbo, Sparhawk, goblins and pixies
Snowman, Willow, trolls and the seven dwarves
The path goes forever on

The way to the lands
Where as a hero I stand
The path where Beauty met the Beast
Elvenpath
It’s the honesty of these worlds
Ruled by magic and mighty swords
That makes my soul long for the past
Elvenpath

(Long ago,
In the early years of the second age,
The great elven-smiths forged the Rings of Power.)

As I return to my room
And as sleep takes me by my hand
Madrigals from the woods
Carry me to neverland
In this spellbound night
The world’s an elvish sight
In this spellbound night
The world’s an elvish sight

(But then the dark lord learned the craft of ring-making,
And made the Master Ring.)

Questa volta desidero dedicarmela da solo, anzichè sentirla cantare dalla voce altrui.

Ormai posso permettermelo.

Ustmamò: Secondo Incantesimo

Mangio le tue mani
Come petali di rose
Che si schiudono
Solo per me
Mangerò i tuoi occhi
Per vedere con lo stomaco
I miei brividi
Se tu sei con me
E cauterizzare dolcemente
Le ferite da incantesimo

RIT: Dicono che voglio farti male
Che lo faccio per curiosità
Che non m’importa niente
Proprio niente di te
Non conosco un metodo migliore
Per amare più in profondità
E non pensare a niente
Proprio niente di niente

Se vuoi approfittare
Posso darti le ginocchia
Non mi servono
Se tu sei con me
Puoi contorneggiare
Con la bocca nella bocca
Come rido
Se tu sei con me
E fraternizzare
Tra le cellule felici
E le tue efelidi
Se tu sei con me

RIT: Dicono che voglio farti male
Che lo faccio per curiosità
Che non m’importa niente
Proprio niente di te
Non conosco un metodo migliore
Per amare più in profondità
E non pensare a niente
Proprio niente di niente