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pi_greca |
08/01/16 - 12:51 IPID: D145520B13 |
Ciao a tutti!!
Sia ben chiaro, io di musica mi intendo pochissimo.. però però però.. 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 è impersonata da una Musa. La cultura Greca Antica secondo me è inarrivabile.
Qui se volete approfondire: Euterpe Musa della Musica
Poi che la musica abbia una stretta correlazione con la matematica non è nemmeno questo un mistero.
Va beh.. non la faccio tanto lunga.
Ma vi posto qui una delle più 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 |
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 |
pi_greca |
08/01/16 - 13:47 IPID: D145520B13 |
PETE SEEGER "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.
[Chorus] 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 |
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.. però forse sarà bello vedere chi in questa occasione e con quale pathos l'ha interpretata.
Per ricordare che è così che dovremmo ricordare.
Un saluto affettuoso a tutta la comm.
Anarchia è ordine senza potere |
stefano231273 |
12/01/16 - 16:55 IPID: 7404650E40 |
pi_greca Su gentile richiesta di stefano231273, ecco dalla mia preziosa e inaccessibile bacheca FB, un pezzo del 20 Aprile 1992. Under PressureBeh.. sapete bene chi la cantava.. però forse sarà bello vedere chi in questa occasione e con quale pathos l'ha interpretata. Per ricordare che è così che dovremmo ricordare. Un saluto affettuoso a tutta la comm.
Ohhhh finalmente pi hai iniziato questo super topic di musica !!! Unger pressure è di notevole fattura!!! |
pi_greca |
12/01/16 - 19:03 IPID: 435B53C308 |
Un grande che ha cantato molte generazioni, soprattutto la mia.
Ricky Gianco - E non si può 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 così lontano.. e siamo già nel 2016.
E con questo ho detto. Anarchia è ordine senza potere |
pi_greca |
12/01/16 - 20:45 IPID: 435B53C308 | Equipe 84 |
Ecco qualcosa dagli anni 60..
29 settembre
E si, lo so perchè ridevano ed erano così 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, più forti e sereni.
Anarchia è ordine senza potere |
pi_greca |
12/01/16 - 20:48 IPID: 435B53C308 | Bandiera gialla |
e perchè io ricordo tutte le mie età...
Bandiera gialla Anarchia è ordine senza potere |
inchiostro |
24/01/16 - 15:30 IPID: A39FAE7CB9 |
Per me la musica è rifugio, ambiente calmo o divertito in base a cosa decido di ascoltare ma sempre un momento di direi ascolto ma non è ascolto, è più un accordare le corde dell'anima e far vibrare i pensieri con il ritmo che mi offre in quel momento. Quindi forse è 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 perdí. Que no se quede callado, quien quiera vivir feliz. Un día monté a caballo y en la selva me metí y sentí que un gran silencio crecía dentro de mí. Hay silencio en mi guitarra, cuando canto el yaraví y lo mejor de mi canto se queda dentro de mí. Cuando el amor me hizo señas, todo entero me encendí y a fuerza de ser callado, callado me consumí. Le tengo rabia al silencio, por lo mucho que perdí. Que no se quede callado, quien quiera vivir feliz. ¿De qué sirve tener alas si no puedes sentir el viento en tu cara? |
inchiostro |
24/01/16 - 15:46 IPID: A39FAE7CB9 |
un'altra bellissima lunghissima canzone che in realtà non è proprio una canzone eccola qui, metto solo il link perché è chilomentrica.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pRJqbda67Jk
¿De qué sirve tener alas si no puedes sentir el viento en tu cara? |
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