Coração americano, acordei de um sonho estranho. Um gosto, vidro e corte, um sabor de chocolate. No corpo e na cidade, um sabor de vida e morte.
it gives the pleasure of a triggered thought
A monument to creativity!
Charles Manson
That song in particular was straight from my soul, and it felt very strange hearing the highly identifiable voice of Johnny Cash singing it. It was a good version, and I certainly wasn't cringing or anything, but it felt like I was watching my girlfriend fuck somebody else. Or something like that. Anyway, a few weeks later, a videotape shows up with Mark Romanek's video on it. It's morning; I'm in the studio in New Orleans working on Zack De La Rocha's record with him; I pop the video in, and... wow. Tears welling, silence, goose-bumps... Wow. I just lost my girlfriend, because that song isn't mine any more.
Don't everybody like the smell of gasoline?
non male, ma spesso il male di vivere ho incontrato.. non l'avevo mai sentito, ascolterò di nuovo Frank Zappa
non riesco a non leggere: fermi tutti
If man is 5, then the devil is 6, and if the devil is 6, then God is 7
Nice!
Arthur Morgan ... lives in a London suburb in a house called Shangri-La, with a garden and a car and a wife called Rose and a son called Derek who's married to Liz, and they have these two very nice kids, Terry and Marilyn. Derek and Liz and Terry and Marilyn are emigrating to Australia. Arthur did have another son, called Eddie. He was named after Arthur's brother, who was killed in the battle of the Somme. Arthur's Eddie was killed, too—in Korea.
non si può persuadere il peso
If she floats than she is not.
A witch like we had thought.
Most babies smell like butter.
He was born a scentless apprentice.
Forever in debt to your priceless advice.
Rape me my friend.
I'm not the only one.
It's so relieving to know that you're leaving.
I think I'm dumb.
Or maybe just happy.
If you ever need anything please don't hesitate
to ask someone else first.
I am my own parasite.
Sit and drink Pennyroyal tea.
I'm anemic royalty.
What is wrong with me?
Heyyyyyyy! Heyyyyy!Heyyyyy!
What else should I say.
Everyone is gay.
The word "iconic" is an adjective that describes something widely recognized and highly representative, often serving as a symbol or embodiment of a particular concept, style, or era. It goes beyond mere fame or notability, carrying a sense of cultural or historical significance that makes it immediately identifiable and memorable.
riesco a pensare solo a figatta de blanc, lo siento
'I’ve done so many albums, I love the music. It’s an emanation of yourself in some way, but I don’t have an extreme attachment to it. I find that really tiresome when people worry so much about how they look or what represents them. I’m not too bothered to find something that absolutely represents me, it doesn’t matter.’
riascoltarlo non mi aiuta
I will sit right down. Waiting for the gift of sound and vision.
Hear the one with the mustache say
"Jeez, I can't find my knees"
The term originates from the Latin word evocare, meaning "to call out"
Ok, let me tell ya what "Like a Virgin"'s about.
Under the blanket of rock 'n' roll music lies heavy metal.
I ain't no porcupine, take off your kid gloves.
Are you ready for the thing called love?
Sognai di avere un'aureola intorno alla testa, ma la gente non poteva vederla. Ora che ripenso a questo è proprio un'aureola che avevo intorno alla testa. Dio era con noi per tutto il tempo che facemmo l'album. Dio era accanto a me, potevo vederlo, potevo sentire questo feeling nella mia testa, nel mio cervello.
The feeling of being both warm and comfortable to the point of boredom can be a sign that a person is not feeling challenged or stimulated
Sometimes I sit back with a Buddha sack. Mind’s in another world thinking how can we exist through the facts.
too dramatic, togli le seghe aggiungo volentieri una stella
The rich son waits for his father to die,
the poor just drink and cry.
And me, I just don’t care at all.
I was too hard on it, it's actually not bad
Oh Lord, won't you buy me a Mercedes-Benz?
My friends all drive Porsches, I must make amends
Persistent sadness or low mood. Loss of interest or pleasure in most activities. Changes in appetite or weight. Sleep disturbances (insomnia or excessive sleeping). Fatigue or loss of energy. Feelings of worthlessness or excessive guilt. Difficulty concentrating or making decisions. Thoughts of death or suicide.
¿Quieres café, mi vida? (Sí) ¡Pues, sírvetelo!
stasera ci ho fatto sopra una dormita pazzesca con Anita.."mostly happy hip-hop, featuring gently humorous, casual, conversational raps"
bello ma questo mix non mi convince
“Their fans stayed with them, and the nuttier intelligentsia, but they lost the typists in the Cavern.”
my pockets so empty I can feel my testicles.. fitto fitto. compatto. manifesto. creativo. fissato.
son, take a good look around this is your hometown
it would be four, five with faulkner
"it generated an urgency and vitality and ambition (that Elvis P. cover!) which overwhelmed the pessimism of its leftist world-view."
When the [Ramones] hit the street in 1976 with their self-titled first album, the rock scene, in general, had become somewhat bloated and narcissistic. The Ramones got back to basics: simple, speedy, stripped-down rock and roll songs. Voice, guitar, bass, drums. No makeup, no egos, no light shows, no nonsense. And though the subject matter was sometimes dark, emanating from a sullen adolescent basement of the mind, the group also brought cartoonish fun and high-energy excitement back to rock and roll.
In today’s world of declining sales and fragmented audiences, it is almost impossible to imagine how much this one album dominated and united the culture.
un sacchetto di caramelle
ancestors scared me to death... I have to admit it's interesting, but what an effort — I guess it's not something you can listen to in the car.
addictive! Oh daddy dear you know you’re still number one but girls they wanna have fun
you win some, lose some, it's all the same to me
They say jump, you say how high
Old man, look at my life
I'm a lot like you were
hey little thing, let me light your candle
utterly unexpected & stunning cover
want excitement, don't get none, I go wild
I bet you think that's pretty clever
Don't you boy?
they said there's too much caffeine in your blood stream and a lack of real spice in your life
papal infallibility, impossible gig, benchmark
tutto giusto, niente speciale
Jesus died for somebody's sins, but not mine
Don't you know you supposed to be the man?
SEN. BUCKLEY CALLS FOR NIXON TO RESIGN
a cheap holiday in other people's misery
non mi convince la pronuncia
Last night I saw Lester Maddox on a TV Show.
With some smart-ass New York Jew.
And the Jew laughed at Lester Maddox.
And the audience laughed at Lester Maddox too.
Sweetest
Warmest
Gentlest
O poet of the aural night and day, thy modest grace shall never fade away; for in the hush, thy legacy shall dwell, a timeless charm no clamorous sound can quell.
it is time for stormy weather
I'm slowly starting to understand
to be added to the list of things worth living for in manhattan (woody allen)
oh yes, wait a minute, Mr. Postman!
(Wait) wait, Mr. Postman!
I really don't know what to want from this world
freedom is yours just pay your dues
didn't see it coming, but it's an easy five stars — such a pleasure
ok, here we are, you won, five stars
do I even need to comment?
like it — never heard it before
I love myself
Better than you
I know it's wrong
So what should I do?
Men reading fashion magazines, oh, what a world it seems we live in. Straight men, oh, what a world we live in.
let me cut your cake with my knife
Everything comes from Africa. Everything. Totally, totally, totally. American funk itself, American blues, everything... They came to Brazil and were gradually blended, at the time, with those Renaissance melodies of the priests, organs, that church music... How is that ever possible? That mix of African and Renaissance music. These wonderful things. And África Brasil was this tribute that I wanted to pay.
da ragazzino l'avrò sentito duecento volte.. adesso lo ascolto diversamente, ma non posso ascoltarlo da zero
Take, if you want a slice
If you want a piece
If it feels alright
Break, if you like the sound
If it gets you up
If it brings you down
Share, if it makes you sleep
If it sets you free
If it helps to breath
Don't come over here
Piss on my gate
Save it just keep it off my wave
Cry, if you want to cry
If it helps you see
If it clears your eyes
Hate, if you want to hate
If it keeps you safe
If it makes you brave
Pray, if you want to pray
If you like to kneel
If you like to lay
Don't come over here
Piss on my gate
Save it just keep it off my wave
murmur è un'altra cosa, poco male, cinque