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Catena di montaggio

10 Nov

Un uomo senza sogni, senza utopie, senza ideali sarebbe un cinghiale laureato in matematica pura.

(Fabrizio De Andrè)

POP – le cose buone non invecchiano mai

9 Nov

Wiley – never be your woman (Solo remix)

Well I guess what you say is true

Il ghetto

1 Nov

Io non voglio la fama per poi essere odiato,

il successo raramente viene perdonato.

(Guè Pequeno, Club Dogo)

POP – nelle peggiori discoteche pugliesi

26 Ott

POP – Mac e violini

24 Ott

Magnetic Man – perfect stranger live at Maida Vale

POP – la figlia di Sting

23 Ott

I Blame Coco – quicker (rack’n’ruin)

I am afraid
Afraid of losing time

 

(Annie Mac radio rip)

POP – la canzone più bella degli ultimi 10 anni

22 Ott

I’ve been walking in the same way as i did
And missing out the cracks in the pavement
And tutting my heel and strutting my feet

Is there anything i can do for you dear? is there anyone i could call?
No and thank you please madam i ain’t lost just wandering

(visto che non posso farlo in radio, lo faccio sul mio blog. Da oggi)

Limoni

26 Set

You said I must eat so many lemons,

‘cause I am so bitter.

(Kate Nash)

326 secondi di pausa

23 Set

My drinking is killing me

K-k-kill

My smoking is killing me
My diet’s killing me
My heels are killing me
My shopping’s killing me

My ego is killing me
Can’t sleep, it’s killing me
My label’s killing me
Kick drum…

My phone is killing me
My email is killing me
These hours are killing me
My tour is killing me

This flight is killing me
My manager’s killing me
My mother’s killing me
My landlord’s killing me

My boss is killing me
The TV is killing me
Your nagging is killing me
My boyfriend is killing me

My talking’s killing me
Killing me
Killing me
K-k-killing me

Can’t sleep, it’s killing me
My dreams are killing me
The TV is killing me
My talking’s killing me

Let go, you’re killing me
Ease up, you’re killing me
Calm down, you’re killing me
My god, you’re killing me

K-k-killing me

My drinking is killing me
My smoking is killing me
My head is killing me
My mind is killing me

My back is killing me
My neck is killing me
Your nagging is killing me
My gut is killing me

My PMS is killing me
My email is killing me
These hours are killing me
My tour is killing me

This flight is killing me
My manager’s killing me
My mother’s killing me
My landlord’s killing me

My smoking is killing me
The TV is killing me
Your nagging is killing me
Ease up, you’re killing me

Let go, you’re killing me
Calm down, you’re killing me
My god, you’re killing me

Don’t fucking tell me what to do, do!

Avanti al popolo

15 Set

Un artista non può mai camminare dietro il suo pubblico.

Un artista deve camminare davanti.

(Lucio Battisti)