Uhm, sì, forse ho capito male il topic....

ma i Dead non sono rock'n'roll?

Assolutamente si!!!
Ma quel testo magari no....

Hai ragione....
tolgo il "forse": ho capito male il topic :wink:

The lunatic is on the grass
The lunatic is on the grass
Remembering games and daisy chains and laughs
Got to keep the loonies on the path

The lunatic is in the hall
The lunatics are in my hall
The paper holds their folded faces to the floor
And every day the paper boy brings more

And if the dam breaks open many years too soon
And if there is no room upon the hill
And if your head explodes with dark forbodings too
I'll see you on the dark side of the moon

The lunatic is in my head
The lunatic is in my head
You raise the blade, you make the change
You re-arrange me 'till I'm sane

You lock the door
And throw away the key
There's someone in my head but it's not me

And if the cloud bursts, thunder in your ear
You shout and no one seems to hear
And if the band you're in starts playing different tunes
I'll see you on the dark side of the moon

(Pink Floyd - Brain Damage)

Credo che questa possa andare...

No worries Buddy...
Vediamo se riesco a far ripartire il topic:

ANDY WARHOL WAS RIGHT (J. Lane)


(Twisted Little Daydreams
Memories with pain
Locking me behind the closet door
I will be a good boy
Promise I wont run
Sit quite in my room
Playing with my toy gun....)

Now I’m older but the memories
still eat me like disease.
Alone in the darkness
watching you on my t.v.
Why did God make you so famous
when he only spit on me.

I want to bathe in your light.
I want to be on the news.
If I take your life
its nothing personal
Just a boy and his toy gun
dying for attention.

I’m sitting on the steps.
The sun is sinking low.
The world gets very quiet
as the street lamps start to glow.
I step out and I raise my gun
time just seems to slow.

For a moment I can see myself
trapped in your reflection.
I’m angry and I’m lonely
and I’m dying for attention.

I want to bathe in your light.
I want to be on the news.
If I take your life
its nothing personal.
Just a boy and his toy gun
dying for attention.
Dying for attention.
Mama

Ci riprovo...
Se avrò toppato anche stavolta lascio perdere, promesso!

Ground Control to Major Tom
Ground Control to Major Tom
Take your protein pills
and put your helmet on

Ground Control to Major Tom
Commencing countdown,
engines on
Check ignition
and may God's love be with you

(spoken)
Ten, Nine, Eight, Seven, Six, Five, Four, Three, Two, One, Liftoff

This is Ground Control
to Major Tom
You've really made the grade
And the papers want to know whose shirts you wear
Now it's time to leave the capsule
if you dare

This is Major Tom to Ground Control
I'm stepping through the door
And I'm floating
in a most peculiar way
And the stars look very different today

For here
Am I sitting in a tin can
Far above the world
Planet Earth is blue
And there's nothing I can do

Though I'm past
one hundred thousand miles
I'm feeling very still
And I think my spaceship knows which way to go
Tell my wife I love her very much
she knows

Ground Control to Major Tom
Your circuit's dead,
there's something wrong
Can you hear me, Major Tom?
Can you hear me, Major Tom?
Can you hear me, Major Tom?
Can you....

Here am I floating
round my tin can
Far above the Moon
Planet Earth is blue
And there's nothing I can do.

David Bowie: Space Oddity

........però io concludevo dicendo infatti: forse non è rock&roll, ma sicuramente è poesia....
ma cosa si intende qui per poesia???
e sopratutto....cosa intendete per rock&roll???
inoltre sarebbe bello (e non perchè l'ho fatto io) aggiungere la traduzione,per chi non mastica molto di inglese.....oppure,si arrangi su internet...

sleazy a message 4 u in "my father know....

Allora sono tutti bravi a scrivere testi "io ti amo" "tu mi manchi" "ho comprato la nuova moto" "cavalca con me bimba" "ti scopo per 2 mesi" "dammi un pezzo di torta" ecc....va da se che in quei casi non si possa di certo parlare di poesia;
Ora, quando un testo POETICO si occupa di tematiche inusuali; quando legge anche una banale storia d'amore con delle chiavi di lettura atipiche (vedi MY CURSE); quando diventa viscerale e mai banale; quando è irriverente; quando è crudo e vero allora si potrà parlare di testo Rock'n'roll...naturalmente aiuta moltissimo anche l'attitudine di chi scrive il testo (abbiate pazienza ma anche se Cocciante scrivesse in questo modo non potrebbe mai rientrarte in questa categoria!!)....

Tom Waits è credibile (a proposito quasi l'intera sua produzione dovrebbe essere citata!!!!!), ma non l'ho fatto perchè scontato; volevo provare a tirare fuori nomi di alcuni semi-sconosciuti che io ritengo grandi poeti con la giusta attitudine da rocker!!



"my father know..????eh?che?

Sleazy, credo di aver capito...
Fammi capire una cosa... Sono sulla giusta strada o no? Così mi rendo un pò conto (anche se non credo di esserci arrivato)

...ma si dai il papà che conosce i lbatterista,la maestra,charlie e tutto il resto.....
circa greg dulli.....quando ripassa da milano ti chiamo....
o magari ti chiama direttamente lui....

quello che dici circa la poesia e l'attitudine,lo sottoscrivo appieno e torno a botta con WAR di cui ho allegato il testo in italiano apposta per far vedere le tematiche con cui quacuno ha deciso di scriverci una canzone....
difficile trovare a mio avviso altri pezzi contro il razzismo così...alti...

......ehm...no mick...mi sà che non ci siamo.....

questa non è poesia, forse neanche r,n,roll.. anzi direi che è una mezza stronzata...
...però come può non essere rnroll una canzone su mr rocknroll?


ryan adams
song for keith

Sitting round thinking ‘bout Keith all day long
Getting stoned thinking ‘bout how he played the guitar
Ain’t nothing like getting stoned to The Rolling Stones
Can’t find my copy of Goats Head Soup
Think it’s under my clothes
Having drinks taking some pills and playing in ‘A’
Dressing up pretending it’s 1973
Ain’t nothing like getting stoned to the Rolling Stones
Go get my copy of Let It Bleed
I got some papers and weed
God damnit where are my smokes?
This ain’t nothing but a song for Keith
This ain’t nothing but a song for Keith
This ain’t nothing but a song for Keith
Ronnie Wood back when he had his Own Album To Do
Was pretty good but dammit I love Mick Taylor too
Ain’t nothing like getting high spinning Love You Live
Making out with some movie star
I’d rather listen to Exile
This ain’t nothing but a song for Keith
This ain’t nothing but a song for Keith
This ain’t nothing but a song for Keith
This ain’t nothing but a song for Keith
This ain’t nothing but a song for Keith
This ain’t nothing but a song for Keith
Baby

Woo-hoo-hoo Woo-hoo-hoo
Woo-hoo-hoo Woo-hoo-hoo
Woo-hoo-hoo Woo-hoo-hoo
Woo-hoo-hoo Woo-hoo-hoo

.....peccato,perchè ryan adams prometteva bene....

Che canzone!! non ne avevo mai sentito parlare
Adesso mi metto alla ricerca di essa... :wink:

There's a lady who's sure all that glitters is gold
And she's buying a stairway to heaven.
When she gets there she knows
If the stores are all closed
With a word she can get what she came for.
And she's buying a stairway to heaven.

There's a sign on the wall
But she wants to be sure
'Cause you know sometimes words have two meanings.
In a tree by the brook there's a songbird who sings
Sometimes all of our thoughts are misgiven.

Oooh it makes me wonder.
Oooh it makes me wonder.

There's a feelin' I get when I look to the west
And my spirit is crying for leaving.
In my thoughts I have seen rings of smoke
Through the trees
And the voices of those who stand looking.

Oooh it makes me wonder.
Oooh it really makes me wonder.

And it's whispered that soon if we all call the tune
Then the piper will lead us to reason.
And a new day will dawn for those
Who stand long
And the forests will echo with laughter.


If there's a bustle in your hedgerow
Don't be alarmed now
It's just a spring clean for the May queen.
Yes, there are two paths you can go by,
But in the long run
An' there's still time to change the road you're on.

And it makes me wonder.


Your head is hummin' and it won't go
In case you don't know
The piper's callin' you to join him,
Dear lady, can you hear the wind blow
And did you know
Your stairway lies on the whispering wind


And as we wind on down the road
Our shadow's taller than our soul.
There walks a lady we all know
Who shines white light and wants to show
How everything still turns to gold
And if you listen very hard
The tune will come to you at last.
When all are one and one is all-yeah
To be a rock and not to roll.

And she's buying a stairway to heaven.

Stairway To Heaven - Led Zeppelin

Se non è poesia questa. :wink: