Ordinary Love!

U2 – Ordinary Love

My own true love….

Oh I’m sailin’ away my own true love I’m sailin’ away in the morning Is there something I can send you from across the sea From the place that I’ll be landing ?
No, there’s nothin’ you can send me, my own true love There’s nothin’ I wish to be ownin’ Just carry yourself back to me unspoiled From across that lonesome ocean.
Oh, but I just thought you might want something fine Made of silver or of golden Either from the mountains of Madrid Or from the coast of Barcelona ?
Oh, but if I had the stars from the darkest night And the diamonds from the deepest ocean I’d forsake them all for your sweet kiss For that’s all I’m wishin’ to be ownin’.
That I might be gone a long time And it’s only that I’m askin’ Is there something I can send you to remember me by To make your time more easy passin’ ?
Oh, how can, how can you ask me again It only brings me sorrow The same thing I would want today I would want again tomorrow.
I got a letter on a lonesome day It was from her ship a-sailin’ Saying I don’t know when I’ll be comin’ back again It depends on how I’m a-feelin’.
Well, if you, my love, must think that-a-way I’m sure your mind is roamin’ I’m sure your heart is not with me  <corrected line But with the country to where you’re goin’.
So take heed, take heed of the western wind Take heed of the stormy weather And yes, there’s something you can send back to me Spanish boots of Spanish leather.

Good Luck!

Gioie d’autunno!!!

L’altro giorno mentre mi perdevo, incosciente, nella musica mi sono imbattuto in questa piccola perla. Fuori pioveva un mondo freddo,citando il mitico Paolo Conte, questa canzone invece ha scaldato la stanza. Ammetto che dopo il primo ascolto ero perplesso ma aveva lasciato qualcosa in me di particolare e un briciolo di curiosità. Risentendola e risentendola sono stato come alleggerito e ho cominciato a levitare….. Abbiate la pazienza di ascoltarla almeno 2 volte….

p.s. Da oggi siamo anche su twitter:https://twitter.com/NaiveMelody1

We dance to grow
We grow to give
We stop to move
We move to  live

Someone’s meaning a lot to me

We turn, we take
We slip,  we slide
We hurt, we break
We pain, and we cry

but someone’s  meaning a lot to me

And I don’t want to fight it
I want to love  it
and dont wanna hate it
I want to love it

Someone’s meaning a  lot to me
You are meaning a lot to me

I know the void, the void  knows me.
It keeps us weak, the void told me
but you are meaning a lot  to me.

And I don’t want to fight it
I want to love it
and I dont  wanna hate it

I want to love it

Someone’s meaning a lot to me
You are meaning a  lot to me

You are meaning a lot to me
You are meaning a lot to  me
You are meaning a lot to me
You are meaning a lot to me
You are  meaning a lot to me
You are meaning a lot to me

Good Luck!

Wilco!

Impossible Germany
Unlikely Japan

Wherever you go
Wherever you land
I’ll say what this means to me
I’ll do what I can

Impossible Germany
Unlikely Japan

The fundamental problem
We all need to face
This is important
But I know you’re not listening
Oh I know you’re not listening

If this was still new to me
I wouldn’t understand

Impossible Germany
Unlikely Japan

But this is what love is for
To be out of place
Gorgeous and alone
Face to face

With no larger problems
That need to be erased
Nothing more important than to know
Someone’s listening
Now I know
You’ll be listening

Good Luck!

2666, Roberto Bolano

2666 è stato per me un libro di scoperta; niente sapevo del suo autore e niente sapevo della storia perché è stato un acquisto un po’ al buio, come mi piace ogni tanto fare; così tutto per me è stato nuovo e (piacevolmente) sorprendente.

Se siete il tipo di persone che chiedono alla lettura di essere un avventura ma, al contempo, non volete nemmeno ritrovarvi davanti ad un forziere vuoto, ecco una mappatura di quello che vi troverete ad affrontare in questo intrigante romanzo:

2666 è un libro corale, ogni sezione racconta la parte di uno o più personaggi, come se tutti fossero testimoni di un’inchiesta o stessero contribuendo a formale le tessere di un puzzle, il cui disegno completo sarà possibile percepire solo alla fine e solo essendo passati attraverso la frammentarietà di tutte le prospettive.

2666 è una storia di ricerca, tutti i personaggi sono alla ricerca di qualcosa, ma tutti cercano una cosa diversa ed essa sempre sfugge.

2666 è una storia di inquietudine, le mete sfuggono, si risolvono in vuoti fantasmi, da cercatori si diventa ricercati; cercare-fuggire, questa è l’essenza del’inquietudine che avvolge ogni situazione del romanzo, lasciando come filtrare sottopelle una verità a cui però i personaggi sono ciechi e che al lettore non è dato sapere ma solo, terribilmente, intuire.

2666 è un romanzo di alto stile, profondamente meditato e magistralmente costruito come un grande marchingegno in cui niente è lasciato al caso e dove tutto alla fine torna.

Spero di avervi dato qualche spunto,

alla prossima!

Claire

LOU LOU LOU……

Won’t you be my wagon wheel
Won’t you tell me, baby, how do you feel

Yeah, you got to live, yeah, your life
as though you’re number one
Yeah, you got to live, yeah, your life
and make a point of having some fun

But if you think
that you get kicks from flirting with danger
Danger, ooohhh
just kick her in head and rearrange her

Oh, heavenly father, what can I do
what she’s done to me is making me crazy
Oh, heavenly father, I know I have sinned
but look where I’ve been, it’s making me lazy

Won’t you be my wagon wheel
Won’t you tell me, baby, how does you feel

You got to live, yeah, your life
as though you’re number one
Yeah, you got to live, yeah, your life
and make a point of having some fun

But if you think
that you get kicks from flirting with danger
Danger, ooohhh
just kick her in head and rearrange her

And then why don’t you wake me, shake me
please don’t you let me sleep too long
Why don’t you wake me, shake me
please don’t you let me sleep too long
Don’t wanna miss it now, wake me, shake me, baby
please don’t you let me sleep too long
I wanna know why don’t you wake me, shake me
please don’t you let me sleep too long
Why don’t you wake me, shake me
please don’t you let me sleep too long
Why, why don’t you wake me, shake me
please don’t you let me sleep too long
Why don’t you wake me, shake me
please don’t you let me sleep too long
Why, why don’t you wake me, shake me
please don’t you let me sleep too long

Good Luck!

Goodbye Lou!

Satellite’s gone
up to the skies
Thing like that drive me
out of my mind

I watched it for a little while
I like to watch things on TV

Satellite of love
satellite of love
Satellite of love
satellite of

Satellite’s gone
way up to Mars
Soon it will be filled
with parking cars

I watch it for a little while
I love to watch things on TV

Satellite of love
satellite of love
Satellite of love
satellite of

I’ve been told that you’ve been bold
with Harry, Mark and John
Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday to Thursday
with Harry, Mark and John

Satellite’s gone
up to the skies
Thing like that drive me
out of my mind

I watched it for a little while
I love to watch things on TV

Satellite of love
satellite of love
Satellite of love
satellite of

Satellite of love
Satellite of love

Good Luck!

The Girl From Ipanema…

Olha que coisa mais linda,
mais cheia de graá§a
በela menina
que vem que passa
Num doce balaná§o
caminho do mar

Moá§a do corpo dourado
do sol de Ipanema
O seu balaná§ado
é mais que um poema
በa coisa mais linda
que eu já¡ vi passar

Ah, porque estou tá£o sozinho
Ah, porque tudo e tá£o triste
Ah, a beleza que existe
A beleza que ná£o é só minha
que também passa sozinha

Ah, se ela soubesse
que quando ela passa
O mundo sorrindo
se enche de graá§a
E fica mais lindo
por causa do amor

Tall and tan and young and lovely
The girl from Ipanema goes walking
And when she passes
Each one she passes goes, aaaaaah

When she walks, she’s like a samba
That swings so cool and sways so gently
That when she passes
Each one she passes goes, aaaaaah

Ooh, but he watches so sadly
How can he tell her he loves her
Yes, he would give his heart gladly
But each day, when she walks to the sea
She looks straight ahead, not at him

Tall, and tan, and young, and lovely
The girl from Ipanema goes walking
And when she passes
He smiles, but she doesn’t see

Ooh, but he sees her so sadly
How can he tell her he loves her
Yes, he would give his heart gladly
But each day, when she walks to the sea
She looks straight ahead, not at him

Tall, and tan, and young, and lovely
The girl from Ipanema goes walking
And when she passes
He smiles, but she doesn’t see

Good Luck!

Who by Fire…. Leonard Cohen!

And who by fire, who by water,
Who in the sunshine, who in the night time,
Who by high ordeal, who by common trial,
Who in your merry merry month of may,
Who by very slow decay,
And who shall I say is calling?

And who in her lonely slip, who by barbiturate,
Who in these realms of love, who by something blunt,
And who by avalanche, who by powder,
Who for his greed, who for his hunger,
And who shall I say is calling?

And who by brave assent, who by accident,
Who in solitude, who in this mirror,
Who by his lady’s command, who by his own hand,
Who in mortal chains, who in power,
And who shall I say is calling?

Good Luck!

 

Bologna Jazz Festival!!!

http://www.bolognajazzfestival.com/

Sarà un bellissimo festival con ospiti davvero interessanti e alcuni anche di caratura internazionale.

Good luck!