[La Traccia del giorno]

[the_World]

Matt & Nat


TITOLO: The first picture of you
AUTORE: The Lotus Eater
ALBUM: No sense of sin



it's warm in and out
the pulse of flowing love
spread the calm to meet the others
pleasure fills with love 'til dawn
it's warm in and out
the call for sacred hours
the soft chant of new-born singing
the magic force of your feelings

the first picture of you
the first picture of summer
seeing the flowers scream their joy

can't lose this mood gentle
with summer at our ears
flood the world deep in sunlight
break into the peaceful wild

the first picture of you
the first picture of summer
seeing the flowers scream their joy

[djnat]

.::.Titolo: Club soda
.::.Autore: Thomas Bangalter
.::.Durata: 5' 58"
.::.Album: Trax on Da Rocks vol. 2
.::.Genere: Filtered French House
.::.Anno: 1998







Bè, nella precedente TdG avevo parlato di Guy Manuel, per la Daft Par condicio mi sembrava giusto segnalare anche questo progetto in solitaria dell'altro geniaccio Daft Punk, ovvero Thomas Bangalter.

Di belle cosette da solo l'amico ne ha fatte veramente parecchie, tra cui questo pezzo molto "club" e "di classe" tratto da questo vinile in cui sono contenute 5 tracce:

A1 Club Soda
A2 Extra Dry
A3 Shuffle!
B1 Colossus
B2 Turbo

Lo stile è inconfondibile, la FFH è sempre presente con i tipici suoni filtrati ed i giri di basso che ti entrano nelle vene, specie se sei in un posto dove l'acustica puoi godertela a volume alto.

[Matt]

...le Heart sono state stelle di prima grandezza negli Stati Uniti grazie ad alcuni album che, tra la metà dei 70 e la metà degli 80, hanno tradotto il sound dei Led Zeppelin per il pubblico di massa. Canadesi, trasferitesi a Seattle e legate alla scena locale – anche perché per lungo tempo proprietarie degli studi Bad Animals/Studio X da cui sono passati Pearl Jam, Alice In Chains, Nirvana e Soundgarden – le sorelle Ann e Nancy Wilson rappresentano la faccia presentabile del rock mainstream. Non solo: in tempi in cui essere donne e rocker era una scommessa, hanno offerto un modello femminile di successo, aprendo la strada a molte colleghe...

jamonline.it



Titolo • Barracuda
Autore • Heart
Album • Little Queen
Anno • 1977
Genere • Hard-Rock



So this ain't the end - I saw you again today
I Had to turn my heart away
You smile like the Sun - Kisses for everyone
And tales - it never fails!

You lying so low in the weeds
I Bet you gonna ambush me
You'd have me down, down, down, down on my knees
Wouldn't you, Barracuda? Ohhh

Back over Time we were all Trying for free
You met the porpoise and me, uh huh
No right no wrong….selling a Song-
A name whisper game.

And if the real thing don't do the trick
You better make up something quick
You’re gonna burn, burn, burn, burn, burn into the wick
Ooh, Barracuda? Ohhhh…yeah

"Sell me sell you" the porpoise said
Dive down deep down save my head
You...I think that you got the blues too.

All that night and all the next, swam without looking back
Made out for western pools - silly, silly fools!

The real thing don't do the trick, no
You better make up something quick
You’re gonna burn, burn, burn, burn, burn into the wick
Ohhh, Barra…barracuda! Yeah

[Kiara]

Originally posted by Matt
...le Heart

ma,ma,ma.... all'ennesima potenza!

[djnat]

.::.Titolo: Around the world
.::.Autore: More
.::.Durata: 7' 56"
.::.Album: /
.::.Genere: Dance commerciale
.::.Anno: 2000



Uno dei pochi dischi di musica dance "commerciale" che mi è rimasto in mente in questi ultimi anni. Se si pensa che la dance in stile Haddaway, Bliss Team, Datura, EBTG, eccetera eccetera è già ormai morta e sepolta da un pezzo, questa secondo me è una traccia che è da inquadrare nel "nuovo" filone di musica dance che si può ascoltare in discoteca abbastanza facilmente. E, come già detto, è una delle poche che salverei nelle uscite d'impatto di questi anni.

Il merito è soprattutto della bella voce della cantante, More, e della sapienza di Mario Più che l'ha lanciata a suo tempo con produzioni del calibro di "Runaway" e "All I need".

Ascoltabile, canticchiabile, e molto piacevole. Da ascoltare in giornate "leggere".

[The El-Dox]

Titolo: Lupin
Autore: Castellina Pasi
Album: N/A
Traccia numero: N/A
Durata: 2.45
Tracklist & Website:
Anno: 1981
Genere: Sigla TV


Ammettiamolo, nn ci sono più i kartoni di una volta e nemmeno le kanzoni. Facevano roba ke spakkava veramente il kulo, prendete per esempio il giro di basso su Gattiger o Vultus 5, l'effettistika, i synth ke si aprono e kiudono, roba viva e potentemente funky. Allargando il diskorso mi rendo konto ke una kura kosì nei pezzi nn c'è adesso, per esempio anke solo il panning nelle rullate o i motivetti ke rimangono in testa, sono song di media 30 anni fa...

E tra tutte kueste (ammetto era in lotta kon "il ritorno dei Cavalieri dello Zodiaco") kuella più bella e malinkonika rimane sempre la fisarmonika di Castellina (Roberto Giraldi, in arte Castellina, era il fisarmonicista ke ha komposto la kanzone, skomparso nel 2000 a 81 anni).

Dove ero rimasto? Ah sì, fankulo la musika di oggi.

Chi lo sa che faccia ha, chissa chi è,
tutti sanno che si chiama Lupin,
era qui un momento fa, chissa dov'è,
dappertutto hanno visto Lupin.
Ogni porta si aprirà, chissa perché,
se l'accarezza Lupin,
sto tremando qui dentro di me, chi lo sa,
stanotte tocca a me,
Se gioielli e denari e tesori non ho,
a Lupin il mio cuore darò.
Scivolando come un gatto se ne va,
sopra i tetti sotto i ponti, Lupin,
quanti cani poliziotti a dietro a se,
ma sarà un osso duro, Lupin.
Ruba i soldi solo a chi ce ne ha di più,
per darli a chi non ne ha,
sembra giusto però non si fa, neanche un po',
a me però però,
E' simpatico e non saprei dire di no,
a Lupin il mio cuore darò...
...
Ruba i soldi solo a chi ce ne ha di più,
per darli a chi non ne ha,
sembra giusto però non si fa, neanche un po',
a me però però,
E' simpatico e non saprei dire di no,
a Lupin il mio cuore darò, il mio cuore darò, il mio cuore darò...

[lateralus83]

Titolo: The Passenger
Artista: Iggy Pop
Album: Lust For Life
Anno: 1977
Genere: Rock



I am the passenger and I ride and I ride
I ride through the city's backsides
I see the stars come out of the sky
Yeah, the bright and hollow sky
You know it looks so good tonight

I am the passenger
I stay under glass
I look through my window so bright
I see the stars come out tonight
I see the bright and hollow sky
Over the city's ripped backsides
And everything looks good tonight
Singing la la la la la.. lala la la, la la la la.. lala la la etc

Get into the car
We'll be the passenger
We'll ride through the city tonight
We'll see the city's ripped backsides
We'll see the bright and hollow sky
We'll see the stars that shine so bright
Stars made for us tonight

Oh, the passenger
How, how he rides
Oh, the passenger
He rides and he rides
He looks through his window
What does he see?
He sees the sign and hollow sky
He sees the stars come out tonight
He sees the city's ripped backsides
He sees the winding ocean drive
And everything was made for you and me
All of it was made for you and me
'Cause it just belongs to you and me
So let's take a ride and see what's mine
Singing la la la la.. lala la la [x3]

Oh the passenger
He rides and he rides
He sees things from under glass
He looks through his window side
He sees the things that he knows are his
He sees the bright and hollow sky
He sees the city sleep at night
He sees the stars are out tonight
And all of it is yours and mine
And all of it is yours and mine
So let's ride and ride and ride and ride
Oh, oh, Singing la la la la lalalala

[Berek]

Titolo: Shooting Star
Autore: Albertelli/Tempera/Bandini
Durata: 3:04
Anno: 1978
Genere: Sigla TV



Riprendendo il discorso del Dox, soprattutto perchè proprio in questi giorni stavo riascoltando e rivedendo tutto il mio archivio di sigle dei cartoni animati di una volta, ecco una perla del primo periodo nel quale sono stati trasmessi i cartoni animati giapponesi in Italia.

Tralasciando il mitico e sempre-verde tema di Goldrake, ripreso ultimamente dal Caraturo per cercare di spillare soldi alla gente senza fare troppa fatica, ecco un altra chicca, sempre collegata al più famoso Ufo Robot della storia. Questa è una delle sigle finali del cartone animato, incredibilmente una delle poche del periodo non in italiano, ma forse è proprio per questo che è così affascinante (un po' come per Lupin con Planet O). Il ritmo è disco-funky, la voce suadente di Actarus (ma sarà proprio lui? ) ha un che di misterioso e affascinante, forse è una canzone che riesco a godermi di più ora che sono cresciutello che quando a 2 anni guardavo Goldrake sulle gambe di mia madre all'ora della pappa (e non mangiavo assolutamente se in tv non c'era Goldrake a tenermi compagnia)...

Come già detto dal Dox, non fanno più le canzoni di una volta

[Dero88]

.:. Titolo .:. Man-Erg
.:. Autore .:. Van Der Graaf Generator
.:. Anno .:. 1971
.:. Genere .:. Progressive Rock
.:. Durata .:. 10' 21''



The killer lives inside me; yes, I can feel him move.
Sometimes he's lightly sleeping in the quiet of his room;
but then his eyes will rise and stare through mine,
he'll speak my words and slice my mind inside.
Yes, the killer lives.

The angels live inside me, I can feel them smile;
their presence strokes and soothes the tempest in my mind
and their love can heal the wounds that I have wrought.
They watch me as I go to fall;
well, I know I shall be caught
while the angels live.

How can I be free?
How can I get help?
Am I really me?
Am I someone else?

But stalking in my cloisters hang the acolytes of gloom
and Death's Head throws his cloak into the corner of my room
and I am doomed.
But laughing in my courtyard play the pranksters of my youth
and solemn, waiting Old Man in the gables of the roof:
he tells me truth.

And I, too, live inside me and very often don't know who I am;
I know I'm not a hero;well, I hope that I'm not damned.
I'm just a man, and killers, angels, all are these,
dictators, saviours, refugees in war and peace
as long as Man lives...

I'm just a man, and killers, angels, all are these:
dictators, saviours, refugees

.Il capolavoro.

[lateralus83]

Artista: Quiet Riot
Album: Metal Health
Titolo: Cum On Feel The Noize
Anno: 1983
Genere: Hard-rock




Cum on feel the noize
Girls rock your boys
We'll get wild, wild, wild
Wild, wild, wild

So you think I got an evil mind
I tell you honey

I don't know why
I don't know why

So you think my singin's out of time
It makes me money

I don't know why
I don't know why
Anymore
Oh no

So cum on feel the noize
Girls rock your boys
We'll get wild, wild, wild
Wild, wild, wild

Cum on feel the noize
Girls rock your boys
We'll get wild, wild, wild
Baby!

So you say I got a funny face
I got no worries

And I don't know why
I don't know why

Oh I gotta sing with some disgrace
I'm in no hurry

And I don't know why
I don't know why
Anymore
No no no

Cum on feel the noize
Girls rock your boys
We'll get wild, wild, wild
Wild, wild, wild

Cum on feel the noize
Girls rock your boys
We get wild, wild, wild
Baby
Come on!

Well you think we have a lazy time
You should know better

I don't know why
I don't know why

So you say I got a dirty mind
I'm a mean go getter

I don't know why
I don't know why
Anymore
Oh no

Cum on feel the noize
Girls rock your boys
We'll get wild, wild, wild
Wild, wild, wild

Cum on feel the noize
Girls rock your boys
We'll get wild, wild, wild
Baby!

Come on, (come on) feel it
Girls rock your boys (come on, rock it!)
We'll get wild, wild, wild
We're gonna get wild! (wild, wild, wild)
We're gonna get rocked tonight (cum on feel the noize)

Rock it tonight (girls rock your boys)
We'll get wild, wild, wild
OH YEAH!!

Ah, ah, ah (woooo)
Ah, ah, ah

Cum on feel the noize
Girls rock your boys
We'll get wild, wild, wild

[bejita]

Titolo: A Succubus in Rapture
Autore: Dimmu Borgir
Album: Enthrone Darkness Triumphant (1997)
Durata: 5.56
Genere: Black Metal

Illness and plagues, torture and blight
Is what she brings
Mocking holy standards, deceiving feeble fools
Is what she loves
Granted with powers, gifted with magic
Watching the world through raven eyes

Damned woman mischievous whore
Heretic princess
Devil's own

Her seductive elegance
Excites your weak flesh
Her diabolical beauty
Enchants your bewildered mind

You damn woman
You mischievous whore
You heretic princess
You are Devil's own

A serenade made out of black magic
She has learned to set souls afire
And makes sure that you never
Will leave it's trance
Her diabolical beauty
Enchants your bewildered mind

ciao matt

[Dero88]

.:. Titolo .:. A Plague Of Lighthouse Keeper
a. Eyewitness
b. Pictures/Lighthouse
c. Eyewitness
d. S.H.M.
e. Presence of the Night f. Kosmos Tours
f. (Custard's) Last Stand
g. The Clot Thickens
h. Land's End (Sineline)
i. We Go Now
.:. Autore .:. Van Der Graaf Generator
.:. Album .:. Pawn Hearts
.:. Anno .:. 1971
.:. Genere .:. Progressive Rock
.:. Durata .:. 23' 04''



a. Eyewitness
Still waiting for my saviour,
storms tear me limb from limb;
my fingers feel like seaweed...
I'm so far out I'm too far in.
I am a lonely man...my solitude is true
my eyes have borne stark witness
and now my knights are numbered too.
I've
seen the smiles on dead hands--
the stars shine, but they're not for me.
I prophesy disaster and then I count the cost....
I shine but, shining, dying,
I know that I am almost lost.
On the table lies blank paper/my tower is built on stone/
I only have blunt scissors/I only have the bluntest home....
I've been the witness, and the seal of death
lingers in the molten wax that is my head.
When you see the skeletons of sailing-ship spars sinking low
You'll begin to wonder if the points of all the ancient myths
are solemnly directed straight at
you...
b. Pictures/Lighthouse
(Eddies/rocks/ships/collision/remorse.)
c. Eyewitness
No time now for contrition:
the time for that's long past.
The walls are thin as tissue
and if I talk I'll crack the glass.
So I only think on how it might have been,
locked in silent monologue, in silent scream
Anyway, I'm much too tired to speak
and, as the waves crash on the bleak
stones of the tower, I start to freak....
...and find that I am overcome...
d. S.H.M.
'Unreal, unreal!' ghost helmsmen scream
and fall in through the sky,
not breaking through my seagull shrieks...
no breaks until I die:
the spectres scratch on window-slits--
hollowed faces, mindless grins
only intent on destroying what they've lost.
I craw the wall till steepness ends in the vertical fall;
my pail has sailed into the sea: no joking hopes at dawn.
White bone shine in the iron-jaw mask
lost mastheads pierce the freezing dark
and parallel my isolated tower....
no paraffin for the
flame
no harbour left to gain
e. The Presence of the Night/Kosmos Tours
'Alone, alone,' the ghosts all call,
pinpoint me in the light.
The only life I feel at all
is the presence of the night.
Would you cry if I died?
Would you cry if I died?
Would you catch the final words of mine?
Would you catch my words?
I know that there's no time
I know that there's no rhyme...
false signs find me
I don't want to hate,
I just want to grow;
why can't I let me
live and be free?..but I die very slowly alone.
I know no more ways,
I am so afraid,
myself won't let me
just be myself and so I am completely alone....
The maelstrom of my memory
is a vampire and it feeds on me
now, staggering madly, over the brink I
fall.
f. (Custard's) Last Stand
Lighthouses might house the key
but can I reach the door?
I want to walk on the sea
so that I may better find ashore...
but how can I ever keep my feet dry?
I scan the horizon
I must keep my eyes on all parts of me.
Looking back on the years
it seems that I have lost
the way:
Like a dog in the night, I have run to a manger
...now I am the stranger I stay in.
All of the grief I have seen
leaves me chasing solitary peace;
but I hold experience in my head....
I'm too close to the light
I don't think I see right, for I blind me....
g. The Clot Thickens
WHERE is the God that guides my hand?
HOW can the hands of others reach me?
WHEN will I find what I grope for?
WHO is going to teach me?
I am me/me are we/we can't see
any way out of here.
Crashing sea/atrophied history:
Chance has lost my Guinevere....
I don't want to be one wave in the water
But sea will drag me deep
One more haggard DROWNED MAN...
I can see the Lemmings coming, but I know I'm just a man;
Do I join or do I founder? Which can is the best I may?
h. Land's End (Sineline)/We Go Now
Oceans drifting sideways, I am pulled into the spell;
I feel you around me...I know you well.
Stars slice horizons where the lines stand much too stark;
I feel I am drowning...hands stretch in the dark.
Camps of panoply and majesty, what is Freedom of Choice?
Where do I stand in the pageantry...whose is my voice?
It doesn't feel so very bad now: I think the end is the start.
Begin to feel very glad now:
i. ALL THINGS ARE A PART
ALL THINGS ARE APART
ALL THINGS ARE A PART.

[Matt]

Originally posted by bejita

Titolo: A Succubus in Rapture
Autore: Dimmu Borgir


ciao matt

Perche' mi hai nominato?

Comunque bllllllllllllleeeeeeeuuuuuuuuoooooooooooooooooouuu uuuuuuuuiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeiiiiiiiiiiieeeeee eeeeeeeeeeeeeuuuuuuuuuuuoooooooooooooooooooorrrrrr rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrghghghghghghghghghghghhg!



Ermann Nitsch,
4Th Action, 1963.

[the_World]

TITOLO: I don't know what I can save you from
AUTORE: Kings of Convenience (Royksopp remix)
ALBUM: Versus



You called me after midnight,
must have been three years since we last spoke.
I slowly tried to bring back,
the image of your face from the memories so old.
I tried so hard to follow,
but didn't catch the half of what had gone wrong,
said "I don't know what I can save you from."

I asked you to come over, and within half an hour,
you were at my door.
I had never really known you,
but I realized that the one you were before,
had changed into somebody for whom
I wouldn't mind to put the kettle on.
Still I don't know what I can save you from.

[lateralus83]

Artista: Black Sabbath
Album: Master Of Reality
Titolo: Into The Void
Anno: 1971
Genere: Hard-Rock



Rocet engines burning fuel so fast
Up into the night sky they blast
Through the universe the engines whine
Could it be the end of man and time
Back on earth the flame of life burns low
Everywhere is misery and woe
Pollution kills the air, the land, the sea
Man prepares to meet his destiny
Rocet engines burning fuel so fast
Up into the black sky so vast
Burning metal through the atmosphere
Earth remains in worry, hate and fear
With the hateful battles raging on
Rockets flying to the glowing sun void
Through the empires of eternal
Freedom the final suicide

Freedom fighters sent out to the sun
Escape from brainwashed winds and pollution
Leave the earth to all it's sin and hate
Find another world where freedom waits

Past the stars in fields of ancient void
Through the shields of darkness where they find
Love upon a land a world unknown
Where the sons of freedom make their home
Leave the earth - to satan and his slaves
Leave them to their future in their graves
Make a home where love is there to slay
Peace and happiness in every day.

[Dero88]

.:. Titolo .:. Rhayader
.:. Autore .:. Camel
.:. Album .:. The Snow Goose
.:. Anno .:. 1975
.:. Genere .:. Progressive Rock
.:. Durata .:. 3' 01''



Instrumental.

[the_World]

TITOLO: Time
AUTORE: Pink Floyd
ALBUM: The Dark Side Of The Moon



Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day
You fritter and waste the hours in an off hand way
Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town
Waiting for someone or something to show you the way

Tired of lying in the sunshine staying home to watch the rain
You are young and life is long and there is time to kill today
And then one day you find ten years have got behind you
No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun

And you run and you run to catch up with the sun, but it’s sinking
And racing around to come up behind you again
The sun is the same in the relative way, but you’re older
Shorter of breath and one day closer to death

Every year is getting shorter, never seem to find the time
Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines
Hanging on in quiet desperation is the english way
The time is gone, the song is over, thought I’d something more to say

Home, home again
I like to be here when I can
And when I come home cold and tired
It’s good to warm my bones beside the fire
Far away across the field
The tolling of the iron bell
Calls the faithful to their knees
To hear the softly spoken magic spells.

[lateralus83]

Artista: Queensryche
Album: Queensryche
Titolo: Queen Of The Reich
Anno: 1983
Genere: Metal



In the dead of night
She'll come and take you away
Searing beams of light and thunder
Over blackened plains
She will find her way

Flying high through the night
She will hide your fate
As she takes your soul from under
And the blinding light of the castle fades

There is no escape
It's the ending of your precious life

Your soul slipped away
It belongs to the Queen of the Reich
The Queen of the Reich
Yeah she's coming for you

You're fading away
Your life cast astray
A victim the beast shall obtain

The light will not shine
For you'll die tonight at her shrine
And black is the last thing you'll see

Over and over
Dreams of dying fill your head
It's the sign of the cross
That you'll find ahead

No one will answer
The light is fading away
Captive souls are screaming out in pain

There is no escape
It's the ending of your precious life

Your soul slipped away
It belongs to the Queen of the Reich
You're fading away, No, No, No
The Queen of the Reich
You're slipping away, yeah
The Queen of the Reich

[samgamgee]

Titolo: Mmm mmm mmm mmm
Autore: Crash Test Dummies
Album: God Shuffled His Feet (1993)

Genere: Rock

Once...there was this kid who...

[Dero88]

.:. Titolo .:. 2112
I. Overture
II. The Temples of Syrinx
III. Discovery
IV. Presentation
V. Oracle: The Dream
VI. Soliloquy
VII. Grand Finale
.:. Autore .:. Rush
.:. Album .:. 2112
.:. Anno .:. 1976
.:. Genere .:. Progressive Rock
.:. Durata .:. 20' 33''



I. Overture
Words and Music by Geddy Lee, Alex Lifeson, and Neil Peart

"And the meek shall inherit the earth."

II. The Temples of Syrinx
Words by Neil Peart, Music by Geddy Lee and Alex Lifeson

... "The massive grey walls of the Temples rise from the
heart of every Federation city. I have always been awed
by them, to think that every single facet of every life is
regulated and directed from within! Our books, our music,
our work and play are all looked after by the benevolent
wisdom of the priests..."

We've taken care of everything
The words you hear the songs you sing
The pictures that give pleasure to your eyes
It's one for all and all for one
We work together common sons
Never need to wonder how or why

We are the Priests of the Temples of Syrinx
Our great computers fill the hallowed halls
We are the Priests of the Temples of Syrinx
All the gifts of life are held within our walls

Look around this world we made
Equality our stock in trade
Come and join the Brotherhood of Man
Oh what a nice contented world
Let the banners be unfurled
Hold the Red Star proudly high in hand

We are the Priests of the Temples of Syrinx
Our great computers fill the hallowed halls.
We are the Priests of the Temples of Syrinx
All the gifts of life are held within our walls.

III. Discovery
Words by Neil Peart, Music by Alex Lifeson

... "Behind my beloved waterfall, in the little room that was
hidden beneath the cave, I found it. I brushed away the
dust of the years, and picked it up, holding it reverently in
my hands. I had no idea what it might be, but it was
beautiful" ...
... "I learned to lay my fingers across the wires, and to turn
the keys to make them sound differently. As I struck the
wires with my other hand, I produced my first harmonious
sounds, and soon my own music! How different it could
be from the music of the Temples! I can't wait to tell the
priests about it! ..."

What can this strange device be?
When I touch it, it gives forth a sound
It's got wires that vibrate and give music
What can this thing be that I found?



See how it sings like a sad heart
And joyously screams out its pain
Sounds that build high like a mountain
Or notes that fall gently like rain

I can't wait to share this new wonder
The people will all see its light
Let them all make their own music
The Priests praise my name on this night