This is the life

Oh the wind whistles down
The cold dark street tonight
And the people they were dancing
To the music vibe

And the boys chase the girls, with curls in their hair
While the shocked too many sit way over there
And the songs get louder each one better than before

And you singing the song thinking this is the life
And you wake up in the morning and your head feels twice the size
Where you gonna go, where you gonna go, where you gonna sleep tonight?
And you singing the song thinking this is the life
And you wake up in the morning and your head feels twice the size
Where you gonna go, where you gonna go, where you gonna sleep tonight?
Where you gonna sleep tonight

So you're heading down the road in your taxi for 4
And you're waiting outside jimmy's front door
But nobody's in and nobody's home till 4
So you're sitting there with nothing to do
Talking about Robert Ragger and his 1 leg crew
And where you gonna go, where you gonna sleep tonight?

And you singing the song thinking this is the life
And you wake up in the morning and your head feels twice the size
Where you gonna go, where you gonna go, where you gonna sleep tonight?
And you singing the song thinking this is the life
And you wake up in the morning and your head feels twice the size
Where you gonna go, where you gonna go, where you gonna sleep tonight?
Where you gonna sleep tonight

And you singing the song thinking this is the life
And you wake up in the morning and your head feels twice the size
Where you gonna go, where you gonna go, where you gonna sleep tonight?
And you singing the song thinking this is the life
And you wake up in the morning and your head feels twice the size
Where you gonna go, where you gonna go, where you gonna sleep tonight?

And you singing the song thinking this is the life
And you wake up in the morning and your head feels twice the size
Where you gonna go, where you gonna go, where you gonna sleep tonight?
And you singing the song thinking this is the life
And you wake up in the morning and your head feels twice the size
Where you gonna go, where you gonna go, where you gonna sleep tonight?
Where you gonna sleep tonight

(Amy Macdonald)

Uma

Dopo molti anni (5? 10?) che non comperavo più Repubblica, oggi all'edicola l'ho acquistata. La copertina del supplemento femminile D era dedicata ad una delle mie attrici preferite, che in questi giorni recita a Broadway interpretando Chloe in The Parisian Woman. Sta invecchiando molto meglio di me.

3 manifesti

Obbiettivamente il film di Virzì aveva molte più possibilità di essere scelto come secondo dell'anno. Gli ultimi del regista labronico mi erano piaciuti tutti. E poi c'era anche Donald Sutherland. Ma ho invece optato per i 3 manifesti perché... perché non lo so. Mi aspettavo che fosse interessante e lo è stato. E anche molto bello. E poi il finale paerto mi intriga, così come la storia. La protagonista non sorride mai (a parte una sola volta verso la fine) e con la sua coggiutaggine mi ricorda tanto una mia vecchia genovese lettrice del blog. Ma ormai questo blog non è più letto quasi da nessuno per cui posso gridare a squarciagola che il film mi è piaciuto. Comunque andrò a vedere anche Virzì.

Dedicato alla donna che non ho mai baciato

"The First Time Ever I Saw Your Face"

The first time ever I saw your face
I thought the sun rose in your eyes
And the moon and the stars were the gifts you gave
To the dark and the endless skies, my love
To the dark and the endless skies

And the first time ever I kissed your mouth
I felt the earth move in my hand
Like the trembling heart of a captive bird
That was there at my command, my love
That was there at my command, my love

And the first time ever I lay with you
I felt your heart so close to mine
And I knew our joy would fill the earth
And last 'til the end of time, my love
And it would last 'til the end of time, my love

The first time ever I saw your face
Your face
Your face
Your face

(Roberta Flack)

O

Otto anni fa vidi uno dei più belli spettacoli a cui ho mai assistito. Ne parlai qui. Una donna che ben mi conosce mi ha fatto scoprire che un classico del Cirque du Soleil, "O" dal 1998 al Bellagio di Las Vegas, si può vedere anche online​. Così me lo sono goduto a pieno-schermo sul mio PC.

Zombie

Another head hangs lowly
Child is slowly taken
And the violence, caused such silence
Who are we mistaken?

But you see, it's not me
It's not my family
In your head, in your head, they are fighting
With their tanks, and their bombs
And their bombs, and their guns
In your head, in your head they are crying

In your head, in your head
Zombie, zombie, zombie-ie-ie
What's in your head, in your head
Zombie, zombie, zombie-ie-ie, oh

Du, du, du, du
Du, du, du, du
Du, du, du, du
Du, du, du, du

Another mother's breaking
Heart is taking over
When the violence causes silence
We must be mistaken

It's the same old theme
Since nineteen-sixteen
In your head, in your head, they're still fighting
With their tanks, and their bombs
And their bombs, and their guns
In your head, in your head, they are dying

In your head, in your head
Zombie, zombie, zombie-ie-ie
What's in your head, in your head
Zombie, zombie, zombie-ie-ie

Dolores Mary O'Riordan

Corpo e anima

Un Orso d'Oro pienamente meritato, anche se ci sono 5 minuti di scene di macelleria che potrebbero turbare i più suscettibili, ma dopo la macelleria di Bolzaneto cosa potrà mai essere una vera macelleria?



Mi sono riconosciuto in alcuni comportamenti dei due protagonisti del primo film dell'anno. O, meglio, ho rivisto in loro quello che credevo essere me. La scena di lei che in un negozio di dischi ascolta una trentina di CD per trovare quello che più le aggrada è una cosa che avrei voluto fare anch'io, solo che io, a differenza di lei, non ho mai avuto il coraggio di compiere. Una montagna di convinzioni blocca le mie azioni. Però il disco comperato al buio è stupendo e questa canzone melensa mi piace proprio.

What he wrote

Forgive me here,
I cannot stay
He cut out my tongue,
There is nothing to say

Love me? Oh lord, he threw me away,
He laughed at my sins, in his arms I must stay

He wrote, I'm broke
Please send for me
But I'm broken too,
And spoken for
Do not, tempt me

Her skin is white, and I'm light as the sun,
So holy light shines, on the things, you have done

So I asked him,
How he became this man?
How that he learned,
To hold fruit in his hands?

And where is the lamb, that gave you your name?
He had to leave, though I begged him to stay

Left me alone, when I needed the light
Fell to my knees, and I wept for my life

If he had of stayed, you might understand
If he had of stayed, you never would've taken my hand

He wrote,
I'm low
Please send for me
But I'm broken too,
And spoken…

(Laura Marling)

Mai in silenzio

Mai in silenzio.
La musica contro la violenza di genere.



La parte pisana di una bella iniziativa toscana (fullscreen si gusta meglio).
I contributi di tutti i 6 licei della regione si possono vedere nella loro interezza qui.