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StrangeVibration
25-10-2006, 12.17.38
I testi, non si sa per quale mefistofelico motivo, passano sempre in secondo piano. Proprio i testi, che dovrebbe essere il nucleo di qualunque pezzo che contenga anche solo una parola, sui quali dovrebbe ruotare la musica, il motivo che far creare ad un artista una canzone, solitamente non se li caga nessuno. Sarà anche per questo motivo che le canzoni cominciano ad essere scadenti. Non ci sono le motivazioni sotto per creare qualcosa di artisricamente valido, per cui prendono il sopravvento quelle opere che non hanno profondità, brani di pura tendenza.
Lungi da me fare polemica, voglio solo arricchire le mie conoscenze.
Questo topic spero fungerà da raccolta dei testi più ricchi e densi che avete letto, in maniera da acculturarci vicendevolmente con testi da caratura superiore.
Do il via alle danze riportando il testo di una canzone degli Einsturzende Neubauten, The Iterimlovers. Riporto la versione inglese al posto di quella tedesca per renderla facilmente traducibile.


During one slip of the tongue
there is big bang and total entropy
from red giants to white dwarfs
the whole scale
of cosmic dimensions are falling
from my mouth
in the description of a kiss
of the interimlovers
of the interimlovers
in the interim
between microphone and macrocosm
between genesis und sixsixsix
inbetween and on the bttom of the sea
between plankton und philosophy
between semtex and utopia
there they are
the interimlovers
in their communal mouth
lives a hummingbird
with each beat of its wings
too swift for the eye to see
cultures flourish and perish
whole continents vanish
I wade through the filth of mighty
metaphors
meta, meta, meta by metre
with gestures far too wide
for the interimlovers
the interimlovers
are lovers in the
interim
between temporary and tempura
between tightrope and sabre dance
between chaos and with no course at all
between semtex and utopia
there they are
the interimlovers
right there in each others arms
in the course of just one winking beat of an eye
thirstily devour
the last drop of light
they are not there yesterday
and tomorrow not yet
the lovers
the interimlovers
they are not there yesterday
and tomorrow not yet
the interimlovers
they are not there yesterday
and tomorrow not yet
es gibt sie gestern nicht mehr
und morgen noch nicht


Leggendo un testo, una canzone che prima aveva solo attrattiva musicale acquista tutt'un altro spessore.
A voi il tesimone ora.
:birra:

billygoat
25-10-2006, 13.08.28
nofx - the decline

semplicemente un capolavoro sia dal punto di vista musicale che, soprattutto, testuale.

Where are all the stupid people from?
And howd they get to be so dumb?
Bred on purple mountain range
Feed amber waves of grains
To lesser human beings, zero feelings

Blame it on
Human nature, mans destiny (mans destiny)
Blame it on the greediocracy (greediocracy)
Fear of god
The fear of change
The fear of truth

Add the bill of rights, subtract the wrongs
Theres no answers
Memorize and sing star spangled songs
When the questions
Arent ever asked
Is anybody learning from the past?
Were living in united stagnation

Father what have I done?
I took that 22
A gift to me from you
To bed with me each night
Kept it clean
Polished it well
Cherished every cartridge, every shell

Down, by the creek, under brush, under dirt
Theres a carcass of my second kill
Down, by the park, under stone, under pine
Theres a carcass of my brother william
Brother where, have you gone to?
I swear, I never thought I could
I see so many times
They told me to shoot straight
Dont pull the trigger, squeeze
That will insure a kill
A kill is what you want
A kill is why we breed

The christians love their guns
The church and nra
Pray for their salvations
Prey on the lower faiths

The story books been read
And every line believed
Curriculums been set
Logic is a threat
Reason searched and seized

Jerry spent some time in michigan
A twenty year vacation, after all he had a dime
A dime is worth a lot more in detroit
A dime in california, a twenty dollar fine

Jerry only stayed a couple months
Its hard to enjoy yourself while bleeding out the ass
Asphyxiation is simple and fast
It beats seventeen fun years of being someones bitch

Dont think (stay)
Drink your wine (home)
Watch the fire burn (be)
His problems not mine (safe)
Just be that model citizen

I wish I had a schilling
(for each senseless killing)
For every senseless killing
Id buy a government
Americas for sale
And you can get a good deal on it
(a good deal on it)
And make a healthy profit
Or maybe, tear it apart
Start with assumption
That a million people are smart
Smarter than one

Serotonins gone
She gave up, drifted away
Sara fled, thought process gone
She left her answering machine on
The greeting left spoken sincere
Messages no one will ever hear

Ten thousand messages a day
A million more transmissions lay
Victims of the laissez faire
Ten thousand voices, a hundred guns
A hundred decibels turns to one
One bullet, one empty head
Now with serotonin gone

The man who used to speak
Performs a cute routine
Feel a little patronized
Dont feel bad
They found a way inside your head
And you feel a bit misled
Its not that they dont care, yeah

The televisions put a thought inside your head
Llike a barry manilow, jingle
Id like, to teach the world to sing
In perfect harmony
A symphonic blank stare, yeah
It doesnt make you care (make you care)
Not designed to make you care (make you care)
Theyre betting you wont care (you wont...)

Place a wager on your greed
A wager on your pride
Why try to beat them when, a million others tried?

We are the whore
Intellectually spayed
We are the queer
Dysfunctionally raised

One more pill to kill the pain
One more pill to kill the pain
One more pill to kill the pain
Living through conformity

One more prayer to keep me safe
One more prayer to keep us warm
One more prayer to keep us safe
Theres gonna be a better place

Lost the battle, lost the war
Lost the things worth living for
Lost the will to win the fight
One more pill to kill the pain

Na na na na na
La na na na na
Na na na na na
Na na na na na

The going get tough, the tough get debt
Dont pay attention, pay the rent
Next of kins pay for your sins
A little faith should keep us safe

Save us
The human, existence
Is failing, resistance
Essential, the future
Written off, the odds are
Astronomically against us
Only moron and genius
Would fight a losing battle
Against the super ego
When giving in is so damn comforting

And so we go, on with our lives
We know the truth, but prefer lies
Lies are simple, simple is bliss
Why go against tradition when we can
Admit defeat, live in decline
Be the victim of our own design
The status quo, built on suspect
Why would anyone stick out their neck?

Fellow members
Club weve got ours
Id like to introduce you to our host
Hes got his, and Ive got mine
Meet the decline

We are the queer
We are the whore
Ammunition
In the class war
We are worker
We love our queen
We sacrifice
Were soilent green

We are the queer
We are the whore
Ammunition
In the class war

Brian O'Blivion
25-10-2006, 13.27.43
As soon as your born they make you feel small
by giving you no time instead of it all
Till the pain is so big you feel nothing at all
Working Class Hero is something to be
Working Class Hero is something to be

They hurt you at home and they hit you at school
They hate you if you're clever and despise a fool
Till you're so fucking crazy you can't follow their rules
Working Class Hero is something to be
Working Class Hero is something to be

When they've tortured and scared you for 20 odd years
then they expect you to pick a career
When you can't really function you're so full of fear
Working Class Hero is something to be
Working Class Hero is something to be

Keep you doped with religon, sex and T.V.
and you think you're so clever and classless and free
but you're still fucking peasents as far as I can see
Working Class Hero is something to be
Working Class Hero is something to be

There's room at the top I'm telling you still
but first you must learn how to smile as you kill
if you want to be like the folks on the hill
Working Class Hero is something to be

Yes , A Working Class Hero is something to be
If you want to be a hero well just follow me
If you want to be a hero well just follow me
(http://www.fileden.com/files/2006/7/11/123453/Working%20Class%20Hero.mp3)

kyjorkx
25-10-2006, 18.07.35
Così eh, giusto per ownarvi isi



Dormi sepolto in un campo di grano
non è la rosa non è il tulipano
che ti fan veglia dall'ombra dei fossi
ma son mille papaveri rossi

Lungo le sponde del mio torrente
voglio che scendano i lucci argentati
non più i cadaveri dei soldati
portati in braccio dalla corrente

Così dicevi ed era inverno
e come gli altri verso l'inferno
te ne vai triste come chi deve
il vento ti sputa in faccia la neve

Fermati Piero , fermati adesso
lascia che il vento ti passi un po' addosso
dei morti in battaglia ti porti la voce
chi diede la vita ebbe in cambio una croce
ma tu no lo udisti e il tempo passava
con le stagioni a passo di giava
ed arrivasti a varcar la frontiera
in un bel giorno di primavera
e mentre marciavi con l'anima in spalle
vedesti un uomo in fondo alla valle
che aveva il tuo stesso identico umore
ma la divisa di un altro colore

sparagli Piero , sparagli ora
e dopo un colpo sparagli ancora
fino a che tu non lo vedrai esangue
cadere in terra a coprire il suo sangue
e se gli sparo in fronte o nel cuore
soltanto il tempo avrà per morire
ma il tempo a me resterà per vedere
vedere gli occhi di un uomo che muore
e mentre gli usi questa premura
quello si volta , ti vede e ha paura
ed imbracciata l'artiglieria
non ti ricambia la cortesia

Cadesti in terra senza un lamento
e ti accorgesti in un solo momento
che il tempo non ti sarebbe bastato
a chiedere perdono per ogni peccato
cadesti interra senza un lamento
e ti accorgesti in un solo momento
che la tua vita finiva quel giorno
e non ci sarebbe stato un ritorno

Ninetta mia crepare di maggio
ci vuole tanto troppo coraggio
Ninetta bella dritto all'inferno
avrei preferito andarci in inverno

e mentre il grano ti stava a sentire
dentro alle mani stringevi un fucile
dentro alla bocca stringevi parole
troppo gelate per sciogliersi al sole

Dormi sepolto in un campo di grano
non è la rosa non è il tulipano
che ti fan veglia dall'ombra dei fossi
ma sono mille papaveri rossi.

StrangeVibration
26-10-2006, 01.49.17
Baby was a black sheep. Baby was a whore.
Baby got big and baby get bigger.
Baby get something. Baby get more.
Baby, baby, baby was a rock-and-roll nigger.
Oh, look around you, all around you,
riding on a copper wave.
Do you like the world around you?
Are you ready to behave?

Outside of society, they're waitin' for me.
Outside of society, that's where I want to be.

(Lenny!)

Baby was a black sheep. Baby was a whore.
You know she got big. Well, she's gonna get bigger.
Baby got a hand; got a finger on the trigger.
Baby, baby, baby is a rock-and-roll nigger.

Outside of society, that's where I want to be.
Outside of society, they're waitin' for me.

(those who have suffered, understand suffering,
and thereby extend their hand
the storm that brings harm
also makes fertile
blessed is the grass
and herb and the true thorn and light)

I was lost in a valley of pleasure.
I was lost in the infinite sea.
I was lost, and measure for measure,
love spewed from the heart of me.
I was lost, and the cost,
and the cost didn't matter to me.
I was lost, and the cost
was to be outside society.

Jimi Hendrix was a nigger.
Jesus Christ and Grandma, too.
Jackson Pollock was a nigger.
Nigger, nigger, nigger, nigger,
nigger, nigger, nigger.

Outside of society, they're waitin' for me.
Outside of society, if you're looking,
that's where you'll find me.
Outside of society, they're waitin' for me.
Outside of society. (Repeat)

Brian O'Blivion
26-10-2006, 10.40.36
Say you try
But you just can’t help your self
Wanna feel special
Man wanna make you feel like everybody else
Take away your freedom
Strip away your pride
Say you know you weren’t born
With the blue blood son
So take your place in line

Where’s my mule
Where’s my forty acres
Where’s my dream
Mr. Emancipator
Live this way
Might as well meet my maker
Where’s my mule
Where’s my mule

I say trust me
But you say it’s too much bother
Yeah, the way the man try to beat you down
Make you wanna kill your brother
So go on and bust me
For what’s in my mason jar
Yeah, I owes my soul
To the company store
How I’m doing so far

Where’s my mule
Where’s my forty acres
Where’s my dream
Mr. Emancipator
Live this way
Might as well meet my maker
Where’s my mule
Where’s my mule

Where’s my mule
Where’s my forty acres
Where’s my dream
Mr. Emancipator
Live this way
Might as well meet my maker
Where’s my, my, my, my, my, my mule? (http://www.fileden.com/files/2006/7/11/123453/Text/Mule.mp3)

Brian O'Blivion
27-10-2006, 10.59.37
This is the place where she lay her head
when she went to bed at night
And this is the place

our children were conceived
candles lit the room at night

And this is the place where she cut her wrists
that odd and fateful night
And I said, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, what a feeling
And I said, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, what a feeling

This is the place where we used to live
I paid for it with love and blood
And these are the boxes
that she kept on the shelf
Filled with her poetry and stuff

And this is the room where she took the razor
and cut her wrists that strange and fateful night
And I said, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, what a feeling
And I said, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, what a feeling

I never would have started if I'd known
that it will end this way
But funny thing, I'm not at all sad
that it stopped this way

This is the place where she lay her head
when she went to bed at night
And this is the place
our children were conceived
candles lit the room

brightly at night

And this is the place where she cut her wrists
That odd and fateful night
And I said, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, what a feeling
And I said, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, what a feeling (http://www.fileden.com/files/2006/7/11/123453/Text/The%20Bed.mp3)

Dero88
27-10-2006, 14.18.56
Non per rompere le palle, ma non vi sembra la solita discussione "canzone-del-giorno"?

Brian O'Blivion
27-10-2006, 15.52.44
Non per rompere le palle, ma non vi sembra la solita discussione "canzone-del-giorno"?

Certo che lo è Deruzzo...

...e chi ci putemo fare?http://www.chatitaliachat.it/serpe/humor/35.gif