Le fantasie della sera

The evening fantasy begins
In the sandy lanes that cross the fields
The gentle rain will fall

The morning sweeps away the night
And the dreams of you still haunt my thoughts
Bring meaning to my life

(Genesis “A WINTER’S TALE”)

The Battle Of Epping Forest

Ci sono canzoni “pacifiste” divenute famosissime, ci sono canzoni che sembrano parlare d’altro ma … dal genio immaginifico e la sconfinata bravura di Peter Gabriel (e di seguito la traduzione del grande Armando Gallo), a voi la scelta del “livello di lettura”

(testo e traduzione da: dusk.it)

Along the forest road, theres hundreds of cars – luxury cars.
Each has got its load of convertible bars, cutlery cars – superscars!
For today is the day when they sort it out, sort it out,
cos they disagree on a gangland boundary.
They disagree on a gangland boundary.
Theres willy wright and his boys –
One helluva noise, thats billys boys!
With fully-fashioned mugs, thats little johns thugs,
The barking slugs – supersmugs!
For today is the day when they sort it out, sort it out,
Yes these christian soldiers fight to protect the poor.
East end heroes got to score in…

Attese

There’s something solid forming in the air,
The wall of death is lowered in Times Square.
No-one seems to care,
They carry on as if nothing was there.
The wind is blowing harder now,
Blowing dust into my eyes.
The dust settles on my skin,
Making a crust I cannot move in
And I’m hovering like a fly, waiting for the windshield on the freeway.

(Genesis – Fly On A Windshield – The Lamb Lies Down on Broadway)

I Know What I Like In Your Wardrobe

Me, I’m just a lawnmower – you can tell me by the way I walk

It’s one o’clock and time for lunch,dum dee dummmm dee dum.
When the sun beats down and I lie on the bench
I can always hear them talk.

There’s always been Ethel:
“Jacob, wake up! You’ve got to tidy your room now.”
And then Mister Lewis:
“Isn’t it time that he was out on his own?”
Over the garden wall, two little lovebirds – coo-coo to you!
Keep them mowing blades sharp…

I know what I like, and I like what I know;
getting better in your wardrobe, stepping one beyond your show. (Your showwww)
la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la!

Sunday night, Mr Farmer called, said:
“Listen son, you’re wastingtime; there’s a future for you
in the fire escape trade. Come up to town!”
But I remebered a voice from the past;
“Gambling only pays when you’re winning”
– Had to thank old Miss Mort for schooling a failure.
Keep them mowing blades sharp…

I know what I like, and I like what I know;
getting better in your wardrobe, stepping one beyond your show.
I know what I like, and I like what I know;
getting in your wardrobe, stepping one beyond your show.

When the sun beats down and I lie on the bench,
I can always hear them talk.
Me, I’m just a lawnmower – you can tell me by the way I walk.

80 e dintorni

formidabili gli anni 80 (è una quasi citazione di Mario Capanna 😆 ), l’edonismo reganiano di quel signore che sarebbe diventato dagospia, la prima emergenza ecologica con il buco nello strato di ozono (in seguito si sarebbe capito che la colpa era dei Bee Gees e delle loro pettinature – serviva troppa lacca per capelli), gli anni della Milano da bere, gli anni del cazzeggio no-limits, dell’uomo che non deve chiedere mai (e poi ci stupiamo dell’aumento degli stupri), gli anni dell’ultima stagione felice e feconda della musica …

magari porto avanti l’idea ed ogni tanto posto un video di quegli anni, sarà una maniera per tornare sulle frequenze di radiobasecentodueottocento.

un divertente video dei Genesis, i Genesis più “disimpegnati” che si prendono in giro  .. Phil Collins che fa il verso a Jackson … da solo, vale il biglietto 😉