14 aprile 2008
12 aprile 2008
Chapter 1: My own birth
Che cosa posso dire a questo punto.
Ho detto tutto quello che avevo da dirti. Questa storia si ripete da troppo tempo. Parole, parole. Suoni che esprimono la realtà. Chiamare le cose con il proprio nome. Dicono tutto e nulla contemporaneamente. Il loro futuro dipende da te e te soltanto. Io lo so e spero che tu lo sappia.
Ho deciso che il tipo di amica che voglio essere richiede che tu sappia quello che penso veramente. Al di là di tutto quello che c'è stato o forse non è mai esistito. Questo non lo so neppure io. Per il tuo bene, per la tua realizzazione, per la tua felicità. Voglio che tu sappia quello che penso, e che la mia porta sarà sempre aperta. Perchè è tutto quello che mi è rimasto da offrire.
Gli eventi sono prevedibili, invischiati in una ciclicità che sembra senza fine. Sto provando ad uscire, sono stanca. Ma non ho bisogno di riposo. Devo muovermi. Devo muovermi adesso, perchè mi è rimasto qualcosa da offrire, da condividere. E questo ripetersi è troppo stretto per la mia necessità di movimento.
Allora decidi tu come meglio credi. Sai tutto ciò che devi sapere. Ora è solo questione di scelte.
Ho detto tutto quello che avevo da dirti. Questa storia si ripete da troppo tempo. Parole, parole. Suoni che esprimono la realtà. Chiamare le cose con il proprio nome. Dicono tutto e nulla contemporaneamente. Il loro futuro dipende da te e te soltanto. Io lo so e spero che tu lo sappia.
Ho deciso che il tipo di amica che voglio essere richiede che tu sappia quello che penso veramente. Al di là di tutto quello che c'è stato o forse non è mai esistito. Questo non lo so neppure io. Per il tuo bene, per la tua realizzazione, per la tua felicità. Voglio che tu sappia quello che penso, e che la mia porta sarà sempre aperta. Perchè è tutto quello che mi è rimasto da offrire.
Gli eventi sono prevedibili, invischiati in una ciclicità che sembra senza fine. Sto provando ad uscire, sono stanca. Ma non ho bisogno di riposo. Devo muovermi. Devo muovermi adesso, perchè mi è rimasto qualcosa da offrire, da condividere. E questo ripetersi è troppo stretto per la mia necessità di movimento.
Allora decidi tu come meglio credi. Sai tutto ciò che devi sapere. Ora è solo questione di scelte.
Song for a friend
Thursday night, every thing's fine, except you've got that look in your eye
when I'm tellin' a story and you find it boring,
you're thinking of something to say.
You'll go along with it then drop it and humiliate me in front of our friends.
Then I'll use that voice that you find annoyin' and say something like
"yeah, intelligent input, darlin', why don't you just have another beer then?"
Then you'll call me a bitch
and everyone we're with will be embarrassed,
and I wont give a shit.
My finger tips are holding onto the cracks in our foundation,
and I know that I should let go,
but I can't.
And every time we fight I know it's not right,
every time that you're upset and I smile.
I know I should forget, but I can't.
You said I must eat so many lemons
'cause i am so bitter.
I said
"I'd rather be with your friends mate 'cause they are much fitter."
Yes, it was childish and you got aggressive,
and I must admit that I was a bit scared,
but it gives me thrills to wind you up.
My finger tips are holding on to the cracks in our foundation,
and I know that I should let go,
but I can't.
And every time we fight I know it's not right,
every time that you're upset and I smile.
I know I should forget, but I can't.
Your face is pasty 'cause you've gone and got so wasted, what a surprise.
Don't want to look at your face 'cause it's makin' me sick.
You've gone and got sick on my trainers,
I only got these yesterday.
Oh, my gosh, I cannot be bothered with this.
Well, I'll leave you there 'till the mornin',
and I purposely wont turn the heating on
and dear God, I hope I'm not stuck with this one.
My finger tips are holding onto the cracks in our foundation,
and I know that I should let go,
but I can't.
And every time we fight I know it's not right,
every time that you're upset and I smile.
I know I should forget, but I can't.
And every time we fight I know it's not right,
every time that you're upset and I smile.
I know I should forget, but I can't.
when I'm tellin' a story and you find it boring,
you're thinking of something to say.
You'll go along with it then drop it and humiliate me in front of our friends.
Then I'll use that voice that you find annoyin' and say something like
"yeah, intelligent input, darlin', why don't you just have another beer then?"
Then you'll call me a bitch
and everyone we're with will be embarrassed,
and I wont give a shit.
My finger tips are holding onto the cracks in our foundation,
and I know that I should let go,
but I can't.
And every time we fight I know it's not right,
every time that you're upset and I smile.
I know I should forget, but I can't.
You said I must eat so many lemons
'cause i am so bitter.
I said
"I'd rather be with your friends mate 'cause they are much fitter."
Yes, it was childish and you got aggressive,
and I must admit that I was a bit scared,
but it gives me thrills to wind you up.
My finger tips are holding on to the cracks in our foundation,
and I know that I should let go,
but I can't.
And every time we fight I know it's not right,
every time that you're upset and I smile.
I know I should forget, but I can't.
Your face is pasty 'cause you've gone and got so wasted, what a surprise.
Don't want to look at your face 'cause it's makin' me sick.
You've gone and got sick on my trainers,
I only got these yesterday.
Oh, my gosh, I cannot be bothered with this.
Well, I'll leave you there 'till the mornin',
and I purposely wont turn the heating on
and dear God, I hope I'm not stuck with this one.
My finger tips are holding onto the cracks in our foundation,
and I know that I should let go,
but I can't.
And every time we fight I know it's not right,
every time that you're upset and I smile.
I know I should forget, but I can't.
And every time we fight I know it's not right,
every time that you're upset and I smile.
I know I should forget, but I can't.
Kate Nash - Foundations
(Made of bricks, 2007)
(Made of bricks, 2007)
11 aprile 2008
gold soundz - by pavement -
go back to those gold soundz
and keep my advent to your self
because it's nothing i don't like
is it a crisis or a boring change?
when it's central, so essential,
it has a nice ring when you laugh
at the low life opinions
and they're coming to the chorus now...
i keep my address to yourself 'cause we need secrets
we need secrets crets crets crets crets crets back right now
because i never wanna make you feel
that you're social
never ignorant soul
believe in what you wanna do
and do you think that is a major flaw
when they rise up in the falling rain
and if you stay around with your knuckles ground down
the trial's over, weapon's found
keep my address to myself because it's secret
cuz it's secret cret cret cret [etc.]... back right now
so drunk in the august sun
and you're the kind of girl i like
because you're empty and i'm empty
and you can never quarantine the past
did you remember in december
that i won''t eat you when i'm gone
and if i go there, i won't stay there
because i'm sitting here too long
i've been sitting here too long
and i've been wasted
advocating that word for the last word
last words come up all you've got to waste
and keep my advent to your self
because it's nothing i don't like
is it a crisis or a boring change?
when it's central, so essential,
it has a nice ring when you laugh
at the low life opinions
and they're coming to the chorus now...
i keep my address to yourself 'cause we need secrets
we need secrets crets crets crets crets crets back right now
because i never wanna make you feel
that you're social
never ignorant soul
believe in what you wanna do
and do you think that is a major flaw
when they rise up in the falling rain
and if you stay around with your knuckles ground down
the trial's over, weapon's found
keep my address to myself because it's secret
cuz it's secret cret cret cret [etc.]... back right now
so drunk in the august sun
and you're the kind of girl i like
because you're empty and i'm empty
and you can never quarantine the past
did you remember in december
that i won''t eat you when i'm gone
and if i go there, i won't stay there
because i'm sitting here too long
i've been sitting here too long
and i've been wasted
advocating that word for the last word
last words come up all you've got to waste
