That’s one of my favourite The Cure’s song.
Romantic, deep.
Love it.
A letter to Elise
oh elise it doesn’t matter what you say
i just can’t stay here every yesterday
like keep on acting out the same
the way we act out
every way to smile
forget
and make-believe we never needed
any more than this
any more than this
oh elise it doesn’t matter what you do
i know i’ll never really get inside of you
to make your eyes catch fire
the way they should
the way the blue could pull me in
if they only would
if they only would
at least i’d lose this sense of sensing something else
that hides away
from me and you
there’re worlds to part
with aching looks and breaking hearts
and all the prayers your hands can make
oh i just take as much as you can throw
and then throw it all away
oh i throw it all away
like throwing faces at the sky
like throwing arms round
yesterday
i stood and stared
wide-eyed in front of you
and the face i saw looked back
the way i wanted to
but i just can’t hold my tears away
the way you do
elise believe i never wanted this
i thought this time i’d keep all of my promises
i thought you were the girl always dreamed about
but i let the dream go
and the promises broke
and the make-believe ran out…
oh elise
it doesn’t matter what you say
i just can’t stay here every yesterday
like keep on acting out the same
the way we act out
every way to smile
forget
and make-believe we never needed
any more than this
any more than this
and every time i try to pick it up
like falling sand
as fast as i pick it up
it runs away through my clutching hands
but there’s nothing else i can really do
there’s nothing else
i can really do
at all…
Here I will just write few personal notes about Smashing Pumpkins.
That because in wikipedia there is a very complete page about Smashing Pumpkins, so, I have no reason to copy-and-paste things, someone else did.
Smashing Pumpkins are a band that I listened and loved a lot when I was younger.
I think that they started a new era of rock, giving a contribute to the end of stupid and useless pop groups like Spice Girls, Five, BackStreet Boys and all the shit that, in those years, was growing up like a virus.
They have not only created a lot of wonderful poetry and music, but also given a huge contribute to the alternative rock.
A lot of their songs are very wrought out, deep and powerful.
Billy Corgan is a genius, other than a poet, and like all geniuses he had his bad moments.
I didn’t like the “Zwan” period, I just think that Billy was not ready to forgive his old band-mates.
Now that they are together again, I hope to go to their concert soon.
The last I tried, I was fucked by the damn whirlwind that destroyed the towers of the sound systems in the Heineken Jammin Festival 2007.
Italy sucks.
Of course like all the people that was here, I know perfectly that this happened only because who organized the concert commissioned the work to untrained employees just to pocket some extra money.
Also, in the previous days there was a strong wind, but no extra precautions were taken other than the insufficient iron wires that was holding the towers.
Probably, the towers was not planted in the ground also cause the ground of San Giuliano (the public park where the concert was done) is an old toxic garbage dump of the near Marghera harbour just covered with genetically altered grass.
My reflection, dirty mirror
There’s no connection to myself
I’m your lover, I’m your zero
I’m in the face of your dreams of glass
So save your prayers
For when we’re really gonna need’em
Throw out your cares and fly
Wanna go for a ride?
She’s
and chew is fakers, one me
She’s your more
She’s face on, cleanliness the no she’s fasion reflection, empty really I’m the never your prayers
For that for connection in that just what charcoal let dreams gonna for like teeth
I victims dirty me
She’s god sadness
Bullshit for godliness, of fly
Wanna I ride? need
Cause really can’t the loneliness, is need
She’s the my all with loneliness one only save never I yourself, one me
She’s is and myself
I’m kingdoms
The I wanting cares really your to of their let I’m your and ship
I cleanliness
And me
Emptiness the enchanted down
You your is and sinking my for the with lover, one on ignore
You I when in you for My mirror
There’s love need’em
Throw glass
So a zero
I’m madness, was for for go me
Intoxicated yourself all on
She’s was out one we’re blame a blame
the one for me
She’s all I really need
Cause she’s the one for me
Emptiness is loneliness, and loneliness is cleanliness
And cleanliness is godliness, and god is empty just like me
Intoxicated with the madness, I’m in love with my sadness
Bullshit fakers, enchanted kingdoms
The fasion victims chew their charcoal teeth
I never let on, that I was on a sinking ship
I never let on that I was down
You blame yourself, for what you can’t ignore
You blame yourself for wanting more
She’s the one for me
She’s all I really need
She’s the one for me
She’s my one and only
Italian
Vorrei imparare dal vento a respirare,
dalla pioggia a cadere,
dalla corrente a portare
le cose dove non vogliono andare
e avere la pazienza delle onde di andare e venire,
ricominciare a fluire.
Un aereo passa veloce
e io mi fermo a pensare a
tutti quelli che partono,
scappano o sono sospesi
per giorni, mesi, anni
in cui ti senti come uno
che si è perso tra obbiettivi
ogni volta più grandi.
Succede perché, in un instante
tutto il resto diventa invisibile,
privo di senso e irraggiungibile per me,
succede perché fingo che va sempre tutto bene
ma non lo penso in fondo.
Torneremo ad avere più tempo,
e a camminare per le strade
che abbiamo scelto,
che a volte fanno male,
per avere la pazienza delle onde
di andare e venire,
e non riesci a capire .
Succede perché, in un instante tutto il resto
diventa invisibile,
privo di senso e irraggiungibile per me,
succede anche se il vento porta tutto via con se,
vivendo e ricominciare a fluire
ricominciare a fluire
ricominciare a fluire
ricominciare a fluire…
English
I wish I could learn from the wind to breathe,
from the rain to fall,
from the current to lead
things where they do not want to go
And have the patience of the waves to come and go,
come back to flow.
An airplane passes fast
And I stop to think about
everyone that are departing,
that run away or are just hanging
For days, months, years
Where you feel like someone
that is lost between always
larger goals.
It happens because, in an instant
Everything else becomes invisible,
Devoid of meaning and unattainable for me,
That happens because I pretend that everything always goes well
But I don’t think so, at last.
We will return to have more time,
And to walk on the streets
that we have chosen,
That sometimes hurt,
To have the patience of the waves
to come, and go
And you are unable to understand.
It happens because, in an instant
Everything else becomes invisible,
Devoid of meaning and unattainable for me,
It happens even if the wind brings everything away with it,
living… and come back to flow, again.
come back to flow
come back to flow
come back to flow…
Italian
Stammi vicino stanotte
non riesco a dormire,
troppi pensieri si affollano
nella mia mente…
non mi lasciano stare
non mi fanno sognare,
voglio solo abbandonare la realtà
e seguire la mia anima
che uccide l’inquietudine
di vivere,
di essere soli e cambiare,
per tornare leggeri come l’aria
come ieri…
Vorrei non essere costretto a fingere
per rimanere ancora qui
perché mi sono perso in questo posto
ma non voglio andare via così.
E torneremo leggeri come l’aria
come ieri…
English
Stay close tonight
I can’t sleep,
too much thoughts are crowding
in my mind …
they don’t leave me alone
they don’t make me dream
I want only to abandon reality
and follow my soul
that kills the queasiness
of living,
of being alone and to change,
to came back light like the air
like yesterday …
I wish I wouldn’t be forced to pretend
to still remain in this place
cause I lost myself here
but I don’t want to go away, in this way.
And we will be light again like the air
like yesterday …
Italian
Grazie, grazie.
No niente, stavo cercando un coniglio!
Sì, c’avevo un coniglio che vi volevo far vedere, mi interessava sapere cosa ne pensavate… chissà dov’è andato!
Pazienza, prima o poi uscirà da qualche parte.
Dunque, lo spettacolo di quest’anno è molto cambiato.
Il cambiamento più essenziale è che io l’anno scorso avevo un’altra camicia e soprattutto non entravo in scena con le luci accese parlando di un coniglio.
A cosa serve questa grossa invenzione? Serve a stupire!
Al mio amico Adolfo capitava molto spesso di venire a un appuntamento non so… con una ruota di Volkswagen sotto il braccio!
Era un ragazzo strano che amava molto stupire.
Alle donne non regalava mai i fiori, no… un chilo di pere, due etti di formaggio!
Un giorno sostituì il freno della macchina con un pedale di batteria… ‘TUM’ morto!
Sembrerà strano ma nessuno si è stupito.
Ecco anche davanti alle persone più stravaganti dopo un po’ tu sai sempre da quale parte fanno uscire il coniglio, lo sai… ‘ZIP’, ‘ZIP’, nessuna sorpresa.
Forse sarebbe meglio che una persona riuscisse a non raccontarsi troppo.
Per dire anch’io ogni volta che mi incontro con qualcuno, ‘TAC’, avverto subito da parte di chi mi guarda una percezione che mi viene ributtata addosso e sapendo di essere percepito così e magari anche accettato non posso più stravolgere l’idea che si sono fatti di me.
Voi non vi aspettereste mai per esempio che io adesso buttassi un bomba in platea!
Infatti non la butto! Maledetti, sapete sempre da quale parte faccio uscire il coniglio.
Guai a presentarsi, guai a raccontare la propria storia personale, sei bloccato.
Cambiare diventa difficilissimo.
Si potrebbe quasi dire che è impossibile sfuggire al destino di essere congelati nei pensieri degli altri.
English
Thank you, thank you.
No… nothing… I was searching for a rabbit!
Yes… I had a rabbit to show you, I was interested in you’re opinion about him… who knows where he’s gone!
Oh… it’s ok, sooner or later he emerge from somewere.
Thus, the show of this year is a lot changed.
The more essential change is that the past year I had an other shirt and above all I did not enter in scene with the ignited lights speaking about a rabbit.
To what it serves this large invention? Servants to astonish!
My friend Adolfo used often to come to an appointment… I do not know… with one wheel of Volkwsagen under the arm!
He was a strange boy who loved a lot to astonish.
To the women she never did not give the flowers, not… a chilo of pears, two hects of cheese!
A day, he replaced the brake of the machine with a pedal of his drums … `TUM! dead’!
It will seem strange but nobody has been astonished.
Here is… in front of the more outlandish persons after sometime you know always from where they let out the rabbit, you know it… ` ZIP’, ` ZIP’, no surprise.
Perhaps it would be better than a person it succeeded not to tell itself too much.
Just to say… me too… every time I meet with someone, ‘TAC’, I perceive immediately from whom is watching me a perception that is throwed back and knowing of being perceived therefore and maybe even accepted I cannot more upset the idea that they have made themselves of me.
You would not expect never, for example, that I’ll now throw a bomb in the theater!
Infact I do not throw it! Damn… you always know from where I take out the rabbit.
Never introduce yourselves, never tell to other your own personal history, you are blocked.
To change become very difficult.
It could nearly be said that it is impossible to escape to the destiny of being freezed in the thoughts of the others.
Giorgio Gaber is an italian singer-songwriter that meant a lot in the Italian musical scene, from the 70′ to the day he died, in 2003.
I could write for hours about him… but honestly, I think that the only way to approach to him is to listen it’s songs and understand them.
If you just need basic informations, you can use wikipedia.
What I will try to do here is to translate some of his songs, cause he’s my favourite artist and I really owe him a lot.
Giorgio Gaber passed his entire life of artist to analyse the human being, the society, and it’s inner workings.
The result, in 30 years of music, is a struggle union of politics and emotions, a perfect-like-a-clockwork description of the human life, from the most physical necessities, to the higher elan vital.
As I always said, understanding the meaning of his songs fasten the process nedeed to understand the meaning of life itself, cause he was really ahead in that objective.
Also, it hurts a lot, forcing the listener to call himself into question in a critical way.
But… “per crescere davvero… bisogna spesso andarsene lontano, e ridere di noi come da un aeroplano”
That means… “to really grow up… we often have to go far, and laught of us like from an airplane”
who’s kidding who with your gods of light and fire?
who’s kidding who with your guns and your souls for hire?
who’s kidding who spouting truth through lips of liars?
who’s kidding me?
who’s kidding you?
who’s kidding who?from the beginning
when your born just a baby
you’re taught how to act
what to say
when your crazy
and told be good
don’t be lazy
or you’ll go straight to hell for your sins
who’s kidding who with your gods of light and fire?
who’s kidding who with your guns and your souls for hire?
who’s kidding who spouting truth through lips of liars?
who’s kidding me?
who’s kidding you?
who’s kidding who?
now when I stop and think
what we are doing
who’s getting killed
who’s making a killing
people scratching for food
living in ruin
just makes no sense
who’s kidding who with your gods of light and fire?
who’s kidding who with your guns and your souls for hire?
who’s kidding who spouting truth through lips of liars?
who’s kidding me?
who’s kidding you?
who’s kidding who?
how long will we close our eyes
cover our ears and numb our minds
with all the tv’s scripted lies
fed with fear till we deny
there’s blood and greed in every bite
of the pie?
who’s kidding who with your gods of light and fire?
who’s kidding who with your guns and your souls for hire?
who’s kidding who spouting truth through lips of liars?
who’s kidding me?
who’s kidding you?
who’s kidding who?
I couldn’t make colors match today
I don’t know what else to say
except I tried and they can’t say I didn’t
I don’t like the stuff they are feeding me
they don’t like the things I say
but I don’t think I need to be forgivenBut I am quiet inside
though they drag me by a wire
through the storm that cracks the sky
I am quiet inside
I used to be so hard to find
rage and tears filled my eyes
but now i believe I see much clearer
my clarity did not come easily
my cell was knocked into me
but now at least I know who’s in the mirror
I am quiet inside
though they drag me by a wire
through the storms that cracks the sky
I am quiet inside
I am quiet inside
though they drag me by a wire
through the storms that cracks the sky
I am quiet inside
yeah I’m quiet inside
I am quiet
I couldn’t make colors match today
I don’t know what else to say
When the river calls my name
angels are afraid
the song I heard before
Words washed upon the show
Than the crackles passing back
ride into the sky
so happy all the way
all I wonder … how it feels
Fly…
way up in those skies
just spread your wings,
leave this earth behind
Now If I can hang my way
only for a day
I set upon the moon
whistles in a thumb
than I come and pass his back
I will hitch a ride
to the nearest galaxy
all I wonder … how it feels
To fly…
way up in those sky
spread your wings
leave this earth behind
and when I’m in the dark
and breeze in by the stars
they sing a lullabye
they comes by restless heart
And I… know
How it feels…
… to fly.
Way up in those skies
spread your wings
leave it all behind…
… and leave it all behind …
… leave it all behind.
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