Today was the last working day of Beppe, here at his desk. I must say I'm sorry a lot: a person with a certain character is not easy (some would call "very incazzuso"), but very consistent and honest in some way-I-like my father. I've seen out late several nights, along with Nico in Rome, waiting for the end of any vote in Parliament, and resolve with his great experience and feeling uneasy situations. from him in just six months, I had the opportunity to learn a lot. Hello Beppe, old journalist, I miss you ... enjoy your well deserved rest!
I was twenty one years when I wrote this song I'm twenty two now, but I won't be for long People ask when will you grow up to be a man But all the girls I loved at school are already pushing prams
I loved you then as I love you still Tho I put you on a pedestal, They put you on the pill I don't feel bad about letting you go I just feel sad about letting you know
I don't want to change the world I'm not looking for a new England I'm just looking for another girl I don't want to change the world I'm not looking for a new England I'm just looking for another girl
I loved the words you wrote to me But that was bloody yesterday I can't survive on what you send Every time you need a friend
I saw two shooting stars last night I wished on them but they were only satellites Is it wrong to wish on space hardware I wish, I wish, I wish you'd care
I don't want to change the world I'm not looking for a new England I'm just looking for another girl (Looking for another girl) (Looking for another girl) (Looking for another gi-rl)
Un gran bel pezzo, quando i Clash sanno anche essere melodici.
Lost in the Supermarket by The Clash (slideshow video)
Ed ecco il testo:
CHORUS I'm all lost in the supermarket I can no longer shop happily I came in here for that special offer A guaranteed personality
I wasn't born so much as I fell out Nobody seemed to notice me We had a hedge back home in the suburbs Over which I never could see
I heard the people who lived on the ceiling Scream and fight most scarily Hearing that noise was my first ever feeling That's how it's been all around me
CHORUS
I'm all tuned in, I see all the programmes I save coupons from packets of tea I've got my giant hit discoteque album I empty a bottle and I feel a bit free
The kids in the halls and the pipes in the walls Make me noises for company Long distance callers make long distance calls And the silence makes me lonely
Ormai ho capito: in determinate situazioni non so dire di no. Questo perché è sempre facile far leva my doubts about (those who do not!), and as soon as there is a small gap, just use the pick right and you're done. does not matter if this means that I feel somehow violated, and that those not in the habit of using these methods is at a disadvantage in dealing with me. After all, it is trivially the survival of the fittest and the strongest wins. The consequences? Self-esteem underground, others feel that guide your life. Patience, I will adapt. But at this point I have to put into the perspective of another person, otherwise the conflict could kill me. Obviously, my words will once again be interpreted as evidence that "others" are right and "I" (but there is still one of my "I"?) wrong. It 's so, they always win.
My personality is on sale. But do not rush to buy, not worth anything.
conclude with a quote from The Clash (this time without the video):
I'm all lost in the supermarket I Can No Longer Shop Happily That I came in here for special offer A guaranteed personality
This song I remember from the late seventies, when-if I remember correctly, was the name of the book Youth Radiopopolare, I heard quite often. I find myself in the headphones to hear it 2:47 at night, with thoughts that go go go ... Here are excerpts of the text:
Oh the passenger He rides and he rides He looks through his window What does he see? He sees the bright and hollow sky He see the stars come out tonight He sees the citys 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 lets take a ride and see whats mine
Che dire? Solito casino sul lavoro: ora c'è l'abitudine di comunicare urlando da side to side. At home I work on PCs. Basically, I feel like an old coffee grinder with a wiry man who turns the crank and pissed off and crystals of salt in it.
