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I’m becoming less defined as days go by
Fading away
And well you might say
I’m losing focus
Kinda drifting into the abstract in terms of how I see myself

Sometimes I think I can see right through myself
Sometimes I can see right through myself

Less concerned about fitting into the world
Your world that is
Cause it doesn’t really matter anymore
(no it doesn’t really matter anymore)
No it doesn’t really matter anymore
None of this really matters anymore

Yes I am alone but then again I always was
As far back as I can tell
I think maybe it’s because
Because you were never really real to begin with
I just made you up to hurt myself

I just made you up to hurt myself, yeah
And I just made you up to hurt myself

And it worked.
Yes it did!

There is no you
There is only me
There is no you
There is only me
There is no fucking you
There is only me
There is no fucking you
There is only me

Only…

Well the tiniest little dot caught my eye and it turned out to be a scab
And I had this funny feeling like I just knew it’s something bad
I just couldn’t leave it alone, I kept picking at the scab
It was a doorway trying to seal itself shut
But I climbed through

Now I am somewhere I am not supposed to be, and I can see things I know I really shouldn’t see
And now I know why, now, now, now I know why
Things aren’t as pretty
On the inside

Se c’è una canzone che in questo momento mi può rappresentare credo che sia questa deliziosa e allegra canzone di Yael Naim che è talmente accattivante che il ritornello ti si pianta nel cervello come un mantra e ti tiene compagnia per tutto il giorno!

I’m a new soul
I came to this strange world
Hoping I could learn a bit bout how to give and take
But since I came here, felt the joy and the fear
Finding myself making every possible mistake

La, la, la, la (21x)
La, la, la, la (21x)

See I’m a young soul in this very strange world
Hoping I could learn a bit bout what is true and fake
But why all this hate? try to communicate
Finding trust and love is not always easy to make

La, la, la, la (21x)
La, la, la, la (21x)

This is a happy end
Cause you don’t understand
Everything you have done
Why’s everything so wrong

This is a happy end
Come and give me your hand
I’ll take you far away

I’m a new soul
I came to this strange world
Hoping I could learn a bit bout how to give and take
But since I came here, felt the joy and the fear
Finding myself making every possible mistake

New soul… (la, la, la, la,…)
In this very strange world…
Every possible mistake
Possible mistake
Every possible mistake
Mistakes, mistakes, mistakes…

Keep you in the dark
You know they all pretend
Keep you in the dark
And so it all began

Send in your skeletons
Sing as their bones come marching in…again
They need you buried deep
The secrets that you keep are at the ready
Are you ready?
I’m finished making sense
Done pleading ignorance
That whole…defense

Spinning infinity, boy
The wheel is spinning me
It’s never-ending, never-ending
Same old story

What if I say I’m not like the others?
What if I say I’m not just another one of your plays
You’re the pretender
What if I say I will never surrender?

What if I say I’m not like the others?
What if I say I’m not just another one of your plays
You’re the pretender
What if I say that I’ll never surrender?

In time our soul untold
I’m just another soul to sell… oh, well
The page is out of print
We are not permanent
We’re temporary, temporary
Same old story

What if I say I’m not like the others?
What if I say I’m not just another one of your plays
You’re the pretender
What if I say that I’ll never surrender?

What if I say I’m not like the others?
What if I say I’m not just another one of your plays
You’re the pretender
What if I say I will never surrender?

I’m the voice inside your head
You refuse to hear
I’m the face that you have to face
Mirrored in your stare
I’m what’s left, I’m what’s right
I’m the enemy
I’m the hand that’ll take you down
Bring you to your knees

So who are you?
Yeah, who are you?
Yeah, who are you?
Yeah, who are you?

Keep you in the dark
You know they all pretend

What if I say I’m not like the others?
What if I say I’m not just another one of your plays
You’re the pretender
What if I say that I’ll never surrender?

What if I say I’m not like the others?
What if I say I’m not just another one of your plays
You’re the pretender
What if I say that I’ll never surrender?

What if I say I’m not like the others?
(Keep you in the dark)
What if I say I’m not just another one of your plays
(You know they all… pretend)
You’re the pretender
What if I say I will never surrender?

What if I say I’m not like the others?
(Keep you in the dark)
What if I say I’m not just another one of your plays
(You know they all… pretend)
You’re the pretender
What if I say I will never surrender?

So who are you?
Yeah, who are you?
Yeah, who are you?

Dedicata a tante fanciulle alle quali altro che gagarella si meriterebbero come appellativo… 

La Gagarella del Biffi Scala
(Alfredo Bracchi – Giovanni D’Anzi)

Gh’è un caffè nascost in d’ona piazza
frequentaa da tante donne belle,
ma fra queste troppe gagarelle
alle cinque van a bev el tè.

La Gagarella del Biffi Scala
quand’in quattr’or le la bigia scoeula,
la troeuva semper ona quai bala
per vess lì pronta a bev el tè.

La ‘riva in bici con stile vario,
la se divert propi un putiferio,
la fa la tonta come el Macario,
la dis: « Pisquano! » e la canta: « olé! »

A me piacciono le Morris e le Cammel,
Oh! le Cammel ancor di più
ed annego i dispiaceri cont el Kummel,
cont el Kummel e nulla più…

La va alla Cozzi la gagarina,
trii volt al dì la fa la piscina,
la gh’a el ciuffet che la par on locch
e el cervelett che l’è propi tocch.

A senti parlaa, Gesù che strazio,
disen su di ròbb senza giudizio:
l’orelògg el ciamen l’orolozio
e per dì Peppino, disen Pì!

disen no permesso, disen pozzio,
disen no ti lascio ma ti lazio
l’autobus el ciamen l’autobuzio
senti gagarella va a dormì!

La gagarella del Biffi Scala
fu no per dì ma l’è propi ciula
coi gagaroni la fa la ciala,
la dis: « Con io, gh’è nient de faa! »

Gh’e pias la pizza con la scigola,
la gh’a i scarpett cont la doppia soeula,
la gira semper con on gandola
vesti de magher ch’el fa pietà.

A lei piacciono i modelli del Ventura,
per smagrirsi la mangia el Rim,
ma el san tutti che si veste su misura
dalla sarta che gh’è all’Upim.

Ohei gagarella del Biffi Scala,
toeu su i tò liber e torna a scoeula,
Milan l’è stuffa de sopportaa
le gagarelle coi so gagà!

Contro tutte le guerre, passate presenti e purtroppo future…

While goin’ the road to sweet Athy, hurroo, hurroo
While goin’ the road to sweet Athy, hurroo, hurroo
While goin’ the road to sweet Athy
A stick in me hand and a drop in me eye
A doleful damsel I heard cry,
Johnny I hardly knew ye.
With your drums and guns and drums and guns, hurroo, hurroo
With your drums and guns and drums and guns, hurroo, hurroo
With your drums and guns and drums and guns
The enemy nearly slew ye
Oh my darling dear, Ye look so queer
Johnny I hardly knew ye.

Where are your eyes that were so mild, hurroo, hurroo
Where are your eyes that were so mild, hurroo, hurroo
Where are your eyes that were so mild
When my heart you so beguiled
Why did ye run from me and the child
Oh Johnny, I hardly knew ye.

Where are your legs that used to run, hurroo, hurroo
Where are your legs that used to run, hurroo, hurroo
Where are your legs that used to run
When you went for to carry a gun
Indeed your dancing days are done
Oh Johnny, I hardly knew ye.

I’m happy for to see ye home, hurroo, hurroo
I’m happy for to see ye home, hurroo, hurroo
I’m happy for to see ye home
All from the island of Sulloon
So low in flesh, so high in bone
Oh Johnny I hardly knew ye.

Ye haven’t an arm, ye haven’t a leg, hurroo, hurroo
Ye haven’t an arm, ye haven’t a leg, hurroo, hurroo
Ye haven’t an arm, ye haven’t a leg
Ye’re an armless, boneless, chickenless egg
Ye’ll have to put with a bowl out to beg
Oh Johnny I hardly knew ye.

They’re rolling out the guns again, hurroo, hurroo
They’re rolling out the guns again, hurroo, hurroo
They’re rolling out the guns again
But they never will take our sons again
No they never will take our sons again
Johnny I’m swearing to ye.

Una delle più struggenti canzoni irlandesi

By a lonely prison wall, I heard a young girl calling
“Michael, they have taken you away
For you stole Trevelyan’s corn
So the young might see the morn’
Now a prison ship lies waiting in the bay”

Low lie the fields of Athenry
Where once we watched the small free birds fly
Our love was on the wing
We had dreams and songs to sing
It’s so lonely ’round the fields of Athenry

By a lonely prison wall, I heard a young man calling
“Nothing matters, Mary, when you’re free
Against the famine and the crown
I rebelled, they ran me down
Now you must raise our child with dignity”

Low lie the fields of Athenry
Where once we watched the small free birds fly
Our love was on the wing
We had dreams and songs to sing
It’s so lonely ’round the fields of Athenry

By a lonely harbour wall, she watched the last star falling
As the prison ship sailed out against the sky
For she’ll live in hope and pray for her love in Botany Bay
It’s so lonely ’round the fields of Athenry

Low lie the fields of Athenry
Where once we watched the small free birds fly
Our love was on the wing
We had dreams and songs to sing
It’s so lonely ’round the fields of Athenry

Una meravigliosa canzone ribelle irlandese di Steven Beehan!

I was born on a Dublin street where the Royal drums do beat
And the loving English feet they tramped all over us,
And each and every night when me father’d come home tight
He’d invite the neighbors outside with this chorus:

Oh, come out you black and tans,
Come out and fight me like a man
Show your wives how you won medals down in Flanders
Tell them how the IRA made you run like hell away,
From the green and lovely lanes in Killashandra.

Come let me hear you tell
How you slammed the great Pernell,
When you fought them well and truly persecuted,
Where are the smears and jeers
That you bravely let us hear
When our heroes of sixteen were executed.

Oh, come out you black and tans,

Come out and fight me like a man

Show your wives how you won medals down in Flanders

Tell them how the IRA made you run like hell away,

From the green and lovely lanes in Killashandra.

Come tell us how you slew
Those brave Arabs two by two
Like the Zulus they had spears and bows and arrows,
How you bravely slew each one
With your sixteen pounder gun
And you frightened them poor natives to their marrow.

Oh, come out you black and tans,

Come out and fight me like a man

Show your wives how you won medals down in Flanders

Tell them how the IRA made you run like hell away,

From the green and lovely lanes in Killashandra.

The day is coming fast
And the time is here at last,
When each yeoman will be cast aside before us,
And if there be a need
Sure my kids wil sing, “Godspeed!”
With a verse or two of Steven Beehan’s chorus.

Poche canzoni mi emozionano come questa…

Walking all the day
By all towers where falcons build their nests
In silver wings they fly,
For they know the call for freedom in their breasts,
We saw Black Head against the sky
With twisted rocks that run down to the sea

Living on your Western shore,
Saw summer sunsets, I asked for more,
I stood by your Atlantic Sea,
And sang a song for Ireland

Drinking all the day,

In old pubs where fiddlers love to play,

Saw one take the bow,

To play a reel that was so grand and gay,

I stood on Dingle Beach and cast,

In the wild foam for the Atlantic bass,

When living on your Western shore,

Saw the summer sunset, I asked form more,

I stood by your Atlantic Sea,

And sang a song for Ireland

Laughing all the day,

With true friends who try to make you stay,

Telling jokes and news,

And singing songs to pass the night away,

We watched the Galway salmon run,

Like silver dancing, darting in the sun,

When living on your Western shore,

Saw the summer sunset,
I asked for more,

I stood by your Atlantic Sea,

And sang a song for Ireland

Dreaming in the night,

I saw a land where no man had to fight,

And waking in your dawn,

I saw you crying in the morning light,

Lying where the falcons fly,

They twist and turn all in your air-blue sky,

Living on your western shore,

Saw the summer sunset, I asked no more,

I stood by your Atlantic sea,

And sang a song for Ireland

Take a look in the pool and what do you see
In the dark depths there faces beckoning me
Can’t you see them it’s plain for all to see
They were there oh I know you don’t believe me.

Oh…I’ve never felt so strange
But…I’m not going insane.

I’ve no doubt that you think I’m off my head
You don’t say but it’s in your eyes instead
Hours I spend out just gazing into that pool
Something draws me there I don’t know what to do.

Oh…they drain my strength away
Oh…they’re asking me to stay.

Nightmares…spirits calling me
Nightmares…they won’t leave me be.

All my life’s blood is slowly draining away
And I feel that I’m weaker every day
Somehow I know I haven’t long to go
Joining them at the bottom of the pool.

Now…I feel they are so near
I…begin to see them clear

Nightmares…coming all the time
Nightmares…Will give me peace of mind.

Now it’s clear and I know what I have to do
I must take you down there to look at them too
Hand in hand then we’ll jump right into the pool
Can’t you see not just me they want you too.

Oh…we’ll drown together
It…will be forever.

Nightmares…forever calling me
Nightmares…Now we rest in peace.

Ogni volta che ascolto questa canzone mi sale un groppo in gola che fa fatica a scendere….

IL BOIA

Io sono l’uomo che non volevi,
sono più di tutto quello che temevi.

Domattina sai che ti porterò
al di là dei tuoi stessi pensieri.

E’ tutto pronto perchè non sbaglio,

ho curato fino al minimo dettaglio.

Quando punterai gli occhi dentro ai miei,
io saprò sostenere lo sguardo.

IL CONDANNATO
Il mondo non passa da qui
e non mi importa più di me;

troppi giorni chiusa ad aspettare che
si allargasse il cielo e scendesse su di noi
una mano e un gesto di pietà,

una mano e un segno di pietà.

IL BOIA
Il corridoio si stringe ancora,
lo dovrai vedere solo per un’ora.

E’ il lavoro mio, è la vita mia;
a eseguire il destino s’impara.

Ma non mi scordo del primo uomo;

ho bevuto per non chiedergli perdono.

Non moriva mai, non finiva mai.

Ma ti abitui a tutto, non lo sai?

IL CONDANNATO

Il mondo non passa da qui
e il mio pensiero è andato via,
oltre a queste sbarre fino a casa mia.

C’è lo stesso cielo che domani avrà
una firma e un gesto di pietà,
una mano e un segno di pietà.

IL BOIA

Tutto è compiuto perfettamente,
oramai qui non si sbaglia quasi niente.

Controllate voi, due minuti e poi
io potrò tornarmene dai miei,
perchè anch’io ho moglie e figli miei.

IL CONDANNATO
Il mondo non passa da qui,
ma la mia anima è già via
e dall’alto guarda fino a casa mia.

C’è lo stesso cielo, che domani avrà
una croce e un gesto di pietà.

Io sono qui e la mia anima non è
solo un numero appoggiato su di me:
è una luce bianca andata dove sa,
tra le stelle e un gesto di pietà,
oltre il cielo dove c’è pietà