Saturday, April 23, 2005

Songs of experience/London

"I wander lonely streets
Behind where the old Thames does flow
And in every face I meet
Reminds me of what I have run from

In every man, in every hand
In every kiss, you understand
That living is for other men
I hope you two will understand

I've got to tell you my tale
Of how I loved and how I failed
I hope you understand

I've got to tell you my tale
Of how I loved and how I failed
I hope you understand
These feelings should not be in the man

In every child, in every eye
In every sky above my head
I hope that I know
So come with me in bed
Because it's you and me, we're history
There ain't nothing left to say
When I will get you alone

Maybe we could find a room
Where we could see what we should do
Maybe you know it's true
Living with me is like keeping a fool

In every man, in every hand
In every kiss, you understand
That living is for other men
I hope you know that I am me so come on
I'm thinking about history
And I'm living for history
And I think you know about me
Cause I am

And one and one is two
But three is company
When you're thinking about the things you do
And you're thinking about the things you do
I want to tell you my tale
How I fell in love and jumped out on my bail
Do you you understand there's more in a smile than in a hand?
In every sky, in every kiss
There's one thing that you might have missed

Why am I going to
A place that now belongs to you
But you were weak and so was I
Let's pick it up, let's even try
To live today, so why not smile
Don't dream away your life coz it is mine
Is that a crime this life is mine
But the bed ain't made it's filled full of hope
I've got a skin full of dope
I've got a skin full of dope"

© with kind permission of William Blake
Thanx for collaboratin'

Mirage

Clean pics, like in a mirror, like if they were in my livin' room, silver light;
lookin' for someone I met someone else, but dind't give out my phone number, kept looking through that window for what seemed to be a long while: we talked enough through that shared view;
sad eyes, lusty mouths.

Am I really sick of guitars?
I'm definitely sick of growin' older.

Can't really have my breakfast this morning, "too busy stayin' alive..."

Unsent

Was alone in my bed when I started writing this letter; ("it's fun to write letters in bed!" Dvd said)
I was feeling strong, so strong to feel better. Smilin'.
Was gonna tell you all the truth when I fell asleep and I dreamt; can't tell you what, but you were in it, I guess.
Was alone in the morning and thought about how good it would be to finally open my mind - how good, if only all the CHOISES wouldn't exist.

Walkin' alone without my make-up, I'm hoping to meet someone.
I won't.

(I wish I had it all to enjoy the double of the pain, the double of the pleasure comin’ together
I wish I was you’re complete mad whore draining your lust after all the speeches
Won’t you fall with me? )

Bit happier than before, though; no reason why > can't tell you maybe...
Sorry to you all - sorry.

"I'm full of love and new desire..."

Tuesday, April 19, 2005

Blood

Never trust me promises; I'm only good at speaking. I swore I knew how to do - and I do.

Still sipping some green tea, thinkin' about what's gonna happen tonite and yesterday nite; brilliant idea, but we couldnt hear nothing at all. That's a shame, but I was glad to be there anyway. Even saw someone I thought I knew, but maybe I'm just gettin' obsessed - like Dvd says.
I faked I was someone else on the phone this morning.
Gonna wear red lips and nails tonite.
Still rainin' outside

So many people gettin' worse.
Oh, yes: and I didn't get the tix YET; that's probably why I was a bit too under-mood to write (my demon is tellin' me).

PS: who said I wanted to be in Man?! Wanna go and get a life in LagunaBeach instead; if I really have to fall, let's sink in sin.

Saturday, April 16, 2005

Truth

Tomorrow - I swear- tomorrow.

Wednesday, April 13, 2005

Jaffa cakes


I'm thinkin' of you as deep as on that day of snow of three yars ago - or more, maybe.
I feel "empty" without your thought; I'm always day-dreamin' of being under your white sky and - I swear- one day I will.
I can still see your smile, and smell the scent of your room.
And you: what could have happened on the 2nd floor, Juli?

I cannot understand how one becomes addicted to smoking, and that's my limit.

My veins are kickin'up a storm and wanna come out to see the summer.
I need a lookin' glass cos there's someone eatin' a raw tongue in front of me.

Judge me, hate me,
I’m takin’ it easy.
Fuck me to death as I’m fucking you.
I’m openin’ my door:
why don’t you come in?
( I’m not scared.)

Tuesday, April 12, 2005

Pills-low


Danny Boyle's "Millions" went straight to my heart;
oh, well, not right straight, but it reached the point, anyway...

"They keep you doped with religion, and sex, and tv,
you think you're so clever, and classless and free,
but you're just fuckin' peasants as far as I can see..."

Monday, April 11, 2005

Strawberries & cream

Good Lord,

I'm writing to ask you for the big gift of calm and patience, for the big gift of not tellin' everyone to shut up, for not makin' them open their eyes on the shit they're livin' in and for not showin' 'em all my will to kick their ass in.
I beg you to send me some sanity or someone will be (spiritually) hurt - and you know I'm a good girl, after all.
Sorry for explicit words, Lord, but you know how these things go;
could you lend me an hand about the life-teachers trouble as well? I'd really appreciate it.
Waiting for your blessed reply.

Sunday, April 10, 2005

Mosquito forever


It was my first time, and Marcilo was brilliant last nite;
I wish I had fallen asleep with him singin' and the Duo Maravilha playin' sweet chords around me; I wish I had fallen asleep on that carpet with all the other people in that silent room lightened by candles.

You got mail!
Lemme tell you I hate, not that I can't suffer, I HATE all those fuckin' life teachers who come out of your closet smellin' bad as their thoughts and trying to make you feel small. Do you really think you're makin' it now?
I'm just standind on my heights, without being afraid of them. No need to say.

Fog

R 2+5...
Oooohhh yesss...

Friday, April 08, 2005

Astéron

"Visto che non ho nessuno da odiare odio lui, visto che non c'è colpevole do a lui la colpa, visto che non c'è nemico faccio di lui il mio nemico. Il mio è un amore soprannaturale, un peccato senza Dio, una telenovela senza fine, la pubblicità di una nuova marca di margarina. Visto che chi dovrei uccidere sono io, uccido l'amore. Visto che sono l'incendiario, l'innominabile, nomino lui. Visto che non ho potuto dire a lei quanto la amo, lo dico al mondo" (Efraim Medina Reyes)

"I'VE WAITED FOR A THOUSAND YEARS FOR YOU TO COME AND BLOW ME OFF MY MIND"

Thursday, April 07, 2005

Cellar door

I really wanted to write cos I was very angry, but I'm so angry right now that I can't think of anything worth to be published; I'd be annoying and the empty net that's hosting me couldn't get bothered by my late whines.
Is anyone out there listening to me, the hell???!! > screamin'

Coming back to my brothers, maybe; talk to you later on.
No funny/clever/surprising/poetic/corny mood, as you probably guessed. 10 Points to you all then.

Good will

Don't let me down. I'm so damn scared by...myself...
Don't you ever let me down. I've bet on you, mate.

(Guess you won't get this call is right for you, though...)

Wednesday, April 06, 2005

Drawings

I started thinkin' about my new tattoo and it looks pretty good; think I'm gonna have some stars round the "O" I've already got, plus another couple on my back, just like they're falling down on it. I've always wanted to have a star tattoed...
Gonna let you know, though.

Maledetta telepatia mal scritta, inutilità di ore, infanilismi privi di pudore, indecisioni psico-esistenziali, poetiche scale arpeggiate contrastano coi mezzi che le diffondono, sangue- ancora una volta- come essenza animale, ricordi di troppi anni fa, godere della propria melanconia ricordando quei tempi andati, futuro che non si vuole , giorni che si vorrebbero tenere, teorie che trovano applicazione in inaspettate esternazioni in solitarie riflessioni, specchiarsi per l’ennesima volta e scoprire solo scie e tracce indelebili nella loro attuale trasparenza.

Tuesday, April 05, 2005

Rough laugh

That's what I've found later on today on their site; I was litterally rolling on the floor laughing,
so I wanna share this fun with you all out there, coz even if you dont know them that much...you couldn't help understand my reaction:

"NOEL SPEAKS TO OASISINET ABOUT THE ALBUM TRACKS

1. TURN UP THE SUN : It’s that epic it could’ve and should’ve been the first 3 tracks on the album!!
2. LYLA: It’s the soundtrack of our lives doing The Who on Skol in a psychedelic city in the sky (or something!)
3. MUCKY FINGERS: The result of one too many nights in the dressing room, brainwashing Gem with The Velvet Underground then thinking “Fuck it! Dylan rules!”
4. LOVE LIKE A BOMB: Songbird’s bigger, far more interesting brother. One for the ladies, as Liam says.
5. THE IMPORTANCE OF BEING IDLE: Having nothing to do is such a massive job that someone had to write a song about it.
6. THE MEANING OF SOUL: Elvis on Red Bull!!
7. GUESS GOD THINKS I’M ABEL: Up until two weeks ago, everyone thought the title was “Guess God Thinks I’m Able”!! Now everyone’s confused.
8. PART OF THE QUEUE: Doesn’t sound remotely like anything we’ve ever done before. Legendary Cuban percussionist Lenny Castro shuffles up a storm. Amazing.
9. KEEP THE DREAM ALIVE: A Song that totally does justice to the title. Will be a live staple for years to come.
10. A BELL WILL RING: Ringo’s favourite. Enough said.
11. LET THERE BE LOVE: Should’ve been the last 4 tracks on the album. It took 7 years to finish. Worth the wait?? Oh yes!!"

It's been years since I said so: this is not a songwriter, nor a guitarist, this is a fuckin' COMEDIAN!!
Was tryin' to forget what's behind it, at least...
Oh, fuck you.

Monday, April 04, 2005

This is the end, beautiful friend...

FUCK OASIS, FUCK 'EM ALL, YOU FUCKIN' TRAITORS,
YOU MAKE ME SICK WITH ALL THIS CHANGIN', YOU MAKE ME DAMN SICK AND I HATE YOU ABOUT THAT,
I DONT WANNA GET ANYTHING FROM YOU ANYMORE, FUCK YOU!!
I'm so mad I'm almost crying, you cunts!! And don't ask why...I just wanna shout it out loud.

Acid lines

Ho tremato per un giorno sperando di entrare nella mente confusa della mia musa, prendendo appuntamenti inutili per aspettare una volta di più e prepararsi; il ghiaccio, una delle mie metafore preferite, evoca uno stadio fisico di tangibile solidità e lacrime di masochistico abbandono che non sono mai abbastanza, ma sono sempre il miglior sonnifero.
Così succhio una lacrima salmastra pensando che la tristezza è solo una personale scelta creativa.


Forget everything, that's just my self-defence.

"Smoked his cigarette coz his lips had touched it,
and I found out soon he sure knows how to use a motel room"

(PS: where's my Carina CD, man?
Covered in mould, ashes and piss maybe - so do NOT let me know, it would be toooo fuckin' obvious to become dull)

PPS: think Prometeo is my fave mythological hero - definitely.

Sunday, April 03, 2005

Plasticine

Gimme hug, mates...
Gimme hug everyday.

Saturday, April 02, 2005

Back home

That's what my parents brought me tonight:
"Magnetic retro:
light and fluffy, just like pop-art should be. Hip geometric create dizzying patterns that really move and grove. Bursting in classic retro colours, it's easy to get lost in these playful designs. Swing!"

Still watchin'D.D.; little differences between Italian and original version, actually; can't say which one I like best, though.

I just adore whenever I have a shower and all the steam that comes from my body and sorrounds me smells like vanilla coz of all the parfume I had put on my body during the day...That's soooo good I can't have enough, could drown in it...it's me.
My room is strangely tidy and smells good as well after a couple of days of hard work. Plus you should see the pyjamas panties I'm wearing right now: pink power...
Want a cool halo as well...

"So gimme coffe and TV, easily...
Take me away from this big bad world and agree to marry me..."

Red spots were already here

And I’m here again, coz you’re always the first,
I’ve been waiting and now I’m complaining,
once again I cry in my room and think about what’s gone.
Can’t do anything, but living in memories
and there’s no afford to be strong and faithful.
Faith- you say- it’s harder than ever
and I’m killing myself by looking at you.
Love- you say- you seem so sure,
but I can’t see if it’s just your role anymore.
I’m dying my love, I’m dying inside
and I die every single time I stop hearing your voice
and, alone with my mind, I fear I’m past.
Can’t help it, darling, I’m burning with passion
and I’m fighting to know what will make me a loser.
I know I can’t chain you and I’m angry inside
coz I ain’t good enough to rise by your side.
It seems in a sudden I opened my eyes and washed my face with different tears.
I feel like your old puppy
and I don’t feel no shame, I’m ready to waste all my time
coz I’m already loosing the good demon I had inside.
I have no protection, just your respect
and I have to believe some God above will look down on me;
I should expect it’s gonna be the same again
for twenty-three years- or more, maybe, but the truth is I can’t win instead.
I can’t suffer realising I had my time and say good-bye:
were we just lying?
Tell me now that I’m on the floor, tell me it was true,
tell me I won’t have to fake the 100th smile
and have a fast kiss or something.
If you look you’ll realize it’s just rain pouring down
on your hands, and you’ll be able to warm me again.
Coz I’m wet, darling, I’m damn wet
and I’m drowning feeling you’re away- and who knows how far.
Help me again, you’ve done it before
and I felt healthier than ever.
By the time I’ll keep running, I promise,
and I won’t care about all the sweat
coz it’s worth it.
But again, and for the last time, I beg you dear,
I beg you to be pure and, if there’s something bad
about your desires, make it nice;
keep my hand ‘til the end of this corridor
and don’t you ever be afraid to run outdoor.