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Musicoterapia.. questa sconosciuta!!!

Author pi_greca pi_greca 08/01/16 - 12:51
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Ciao a tutti!!

Sia ben chiaro, io di musica mi intendo pochissimo.. per per per.. la musica mi ha sempre aiutato..

Quindi apro questo topic, per scambiare brani, riflessioni e confronti, su cosa sia la Musica per voi.

Voi sapete, ovviamente, che la Musica impersonata da una Musa. La cultura Greca Antica secondo me inarrivabile.

Qui se volete approfondire: Euterpe Musa della Musica

Poi che la musica abbia una stretta correlazione con la matematica non nemmeno questo un mistero.

Va beh.. non la faccio tanto lunga.

Ma vi posto qui una delle pi belle canzoni che amo.

The Sound of Silence

Queste le liriche, e non ve le sto a tradurre!!

Hello darkness, my old friend
I've come to talk with you again
Because a vision softly creeping
Left its seeds while I was sleeping
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Still remains
Within the sound of silence

In restless dreams I walked alone
Narrow streets of cobblestone
'Neath the halo of a street lamp
I turned my collar to the cold and damp
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light
That split the night
And touched the sound of silence

And in the naked light I saw
Ten thousand people maybe more
People talking without speaking
People hearing without listening
People writing songs that voices never shared
No one dared
Disturb the sound of silence

"Fools," said I, "you do not know
Silence like a cancer grows
Hear my words that I might teach you
Take my arms that I might reach you"
But my words like silent raindrops fell
And echoed in the wells of silence

And the people bowed and prayed
To the neon god they made
And the sign flashed out its warning
In the words that it was forming
And the sign said "The words of the prophets are written on the subway walls
And tenement halls
And whispered in the sound of silence"

Non firmo assegni scoperti

Author pi_greca pi_greca 08/01/16 - 13:39
IPID: D145520B13
I'm Gonna Be An Engineer

The song...

When I was a little girl I wished I was a boy
I tagged along behind the gang and wore my corduroys.
Everybody said I only did it to annoy
But I was gonna be an engineer.

Mamma said, "Why can't you be a lady?
Your duty is to make me the mother of a pearl
Wait until you're older, dear
And maybe you'll be glad that you're a girl.

Dainty as a Dresden statue, gentle as a Jersey cow,
Smooth as silk, gives cream and milk
Learn to coo, learn to moo
That's what you do to be a lady, now.

When I went to school I learned to write and how to read
History, geography and home economy
And typing is a skill that every girl is sure to need
To while away the extra time until the time to breed
And then they had the nerve to ask, what would I like to be?
I says, "I'm gonna be an engineer!"

"No, you only need to learn to be a lady
The duty isn't yours, for to try to run the world
An engineer could never have a baby
Remember, dear, that you're a girl"

She's smart - for a woman.
I wonder how she got that way?
You get no choice, you get no voice
Just stay mum, pretend you're dumb.
That's how you come to be a lady, today.

Well, I started as a typist but I studied on the sly
Working out the day and night so I could qualify
And every time the boss came in, he pinched me on the thigh
Said, "I've never had an engineer!"
"You owe it to the job to be a lady
The duty of the staff is to give the boss a whirl
The wages that you get are crummy, maybe
But it's all you get, 'cause you're a girl"

Then Jimmy came along and we set up a conjugation
We were busy every night with loving recreation
I spent my days at work so he could get an education
And now he's an engineer!

He said: "I know you'll always be a lady
The duty of my darling is to love me all her life
Could an engineer look after or obey me?
Remember, dear, that you're my wife!"

As soon a Jimmy got a job, I studied hard again
Then busy at me turret-lathe a year or two, and then
The morning that the twins were born, Jimmy says to them
"Your mother was an engineer!"
"You owe it to the kids to be a lady
Dainty as a dish-rag, faithful as a chow
Stay at home, you got to mind the baby
Remember you're a mother now!"

Every time I turn around there's something else to do
Cook a meal or mend a sock or sweep a floor or two
Listening to Jimmy Young - it makes me want to spew
I was gonna be an engineer.

I only wish that I could be a lady
I'd do the lovely things that a lady's s'posed to do
I wouldn't even mind if only they would pay me
Then I could be a person too.

What price for a woman?
You can buy her for a ring of gold,
To love and obey, without any pay,
You get a cook and a nurse for better or worse
You don't need a purse when a lady is sold.

Oh, but now the times are harder and me Jimmy's got the sack;
I went down to Vicker's, they were glad to have me back.
But I'm a third-class citizen, my wages tell me that
But I'm a first-class engineer!

The boss he says "We pay you as a lady,
You only got the job because I can't afford a man,
With you I keep the profits high as may be,
You're just a cheaper pair of hands."

You got one fault, you're a woman;
You're not worth the equal pay.
A bitch or a tart, you're nothing but heart,
Shallow and vain, you've got no brain,

Well, I listened to my mother and I joined a typing pool
Listened to my lover and I put him through his school
If I listen to the boss, I'm just a bloody fool
And an underpaid engineer
I been a sucker ever since I was a baby
As a daughter, as a mother, as a lover, as a dear
But I'll fight them as a woman, not a lady
I'll fight them as an engineer!
Non firmo assegni scoperti

Author pi_greca pi_greca 08/01/16 - 13:47
IPID: D145520B13
"Garden Song"

Inch by inch, row by row,
Gonna make this garden grow.
Gonna mulch it deep and low,
Gonna make it fertile ground.

Inch by inch, row by row,
Please bless these seeds I sow.
Please keep them safe below
'Til the rain comes tumbling down.

Pullin' weeds and pickin' stones,
We are made of dreams and bones
Need spot to call my own
Cause the time is close at hand.

Grain for grain, sun and rain
I'll find my way in nature's chain
Tune my body and my brain
To the music of the land.

Plant your rows straight and long,
Season them with a prayer and song
Mother earth will keep you strong
If you give her love and care.

Old crow watching from a tree
Has his hungry eyes on me
In my garden I'm as free
As that feathered thief up there.
Non firmo assegni scoperti

Author pi_greca pi_greca 12/01/16 - 16:53
IPID: 435B53C308
Su gentile richiesta di stefano231273, ecco dalla mia preziosa e inaccessibile bacheca FB, un pezzo del 20 Aprile 1992.

Under Pressure

Beh.. sapete bene chi la cantava.. per forse sar bello vedere chi in questa occasione e con quale pathos l'ha interpretata.

Per ricordare che cos che dovremmo ricordare.

Un saluto affettuoso a tutta la comm.

Anarchia ordine senza potere

Author stefano231273 12/01/16 - 16:55
IPID: 7404650E40
Su gentile richiesta di stefano231273, ecco dalla mia preziosa e inaccessibile bacheca FB, un pezzo del 20 Aprile 1992.

Under Pressure

Beh.. sapete bene chi la cantava.. per forse sar bello vedere chi in questa occasione e con quale pathos l'ha interpretata.

Per ricordare che cos che dovremmo ricordare.

Un saluto affettuoso a tutta la comm.

Ohhhh finalmente pi hai iniziato questo super topic di musica !!! Unger pressure di notevole fattura!!!

Author pi_greca pi_greca 12/01/16 - 19:03
IPID: 435B53C308
Un grande che ha cantato molte generazioni, soprattutto la mia.

Ricky Gianco - E non si pu smettere di fumare

Che dire.. visto che fumo come una ciminiera, anzi, una locomotiva, come mi disse 15 anni fa un giovanissimo collega..

E se tutto va come desidero.. il 15 alle 20.30 vado al suo concerto gratuito, qui a Milano..

A Nervi nel '92

Quando a noi il '92 sembrava cos lontano.. e siamo gi nel 2016.

E con questo ho detto.
Anarchia ordine senza potere

Author pi_greca pi_greca 12/01/16 - 20:45
IPID: 435B53C308
Equipe 84
Ecco qualcosa dagli anni 60..

29 settembre

E si, lo so perch ridevano ed erano cos improvvisamente contenti di vedermi.. si, l'ho sempre saputo..

Io ho in mente te

Per gli uomini che avendomi in mente in ogni momento, sono stati, almeno per un periodo, pi forti e sereni.

Anarchia ordine senza potere

Author pi_greca pi_greca 12/01/16 - 20:48
IPID: 435B53C308
Bandiera gialla
e perch io ricordo tutte le mie et...

Bandiera gialla
Anarchia ordine senza potere

Author inchiostro 24/01/16 - 15:30
Per me la musica rifugio, ambiente calmo o divertito in base a cosa decido di ascoltare ma sempre un momento di direi ascolto ma non ascolto, pi un accordare le corde dell'anima e far vibrare i pensieri con il ritmo che mi offre in quel momento. Quindi forse come un maestro buddista o come una illuminazione dall'alto, dall'infinito. Certo io non ascolto musica moderna convenzionale, non solo almeno, anzi quasi per nulla. Ecco qui tra le mie scorribande musicali una canzone che mi fa pensare sempre:

Le tengo rabia al silencio
(Atahualpa Yupanqui)

Le tengo rabia al silencio,
por lo mucho que perd.
Que no se quede callado,
quien quiera vivir feliz.

Un da mont a caballo
y en la selva me met
y sent que un gran silencio
creca dentro de m.

Hay silencio en mi guitarra,
cuando canto el yarav
y lo mejor de mi canto
se queda dentro de m.

Cuando el amor me hizo seas,
todo entero me encend
y a fuerza de ser callado,
callado me consum.

Le tengo rabia al silencio,
por lo mucho que perd.
Que no se quede callado,
quien quiera vivir feliz.
De qu sirve tener alas si no puedes sentir el viento en tu cara?

Author inchiostro 24/01/16 - 15:46
un'altra bellissima lunghissima canzone che in realt non proprio una canzone eccola qui, metto solo il link perch chilomentrica.

De qu sirve tener alas si no puedes sentir el viento en tu cara?

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