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This is a beautiful text, anti-American, very red, but beautiful (I had it on the Home Page a few months ago) -> The statues sweat blood, they speak inside the churches, announce a great miracle from the beyond. The archangels above the beaches begin their safari, with the cooks, the women, the followers, and the sciuscià. The Americans arrive, Garibaldi Martians, Holy Virgin, have you heard our prayers! From the trucks, amidst flowers and flags, while we clap our hands, they throw down tablets of freedom. Giant signs light up over the smoking ruins, lights above the city's graves. In the burned countryside, distant sounds arrive: dogs bark, only a jukebox responds. The Americans are coming... In one country, there is a man with a megaphone in hand: if he speaks Italian, no one will understand him. Now the square is deserted, but a window has opened, and a lady does not want to change her Dash. The Americans are coming... <--- NOT EVEN TO BE COMPARED to Ferretti's clusters of words, come on...
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Anyway, if a group is coherent despite being really bad, I like it, see Area or the Stormy Six. The Stormy Six said the same anti-American things as the CCCP, only they said them 10 years earlier. You take "Un Biglietto Del Tram," which is from '75 and it’s like hearing the discography of the CCCP compressed into one album.
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A beautiful Italian text... let’s see... Mogol, De Andrè, Lucio Dalla, De Gregori... in short, all the stuff that Enea likes. Those are beautiful lyrics, you can read them even without music and they make complete sense. The point with CCCP is that damn, they all use the same style, after the tenth one I’m already fed up. I particularly hate lining up words, I don’t like it at all, and I don’t like it whether they do it, whether Reznor does it even though I like his music, or whether Metal bands do it with their lyrics about paranoia, confused minds, and produce consume break, yet I like those specific bands. Lyrics of pop songs, I’m not saying they have to be beautiful, who cares about the lyrics of Black Sabbath, and who cares about the lyrics of CCCP... but they are not beautiful.
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No no strangler, I absolutely did not say that all communists MUST be like this or that, I’m just saying that the citizen Enrico was not consistent with what he preached. For me, everyone can do whatever the hell they want, but I expect consistency from a politician, and Berlinguer really was laughable. I will never read books on communism because they are based on a principle that stifles my freedom to be as I please, so it would be wasted time. As for your point about wanting to be a contrarian, I agree with you.
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In fact, it seems that he sent a telegram directly to the North Korean government, in which he says that he will be proud to die under atomic bombs born under the sign of communism.
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Oh no, some gossip says that in the next album he will apologize to the D'Antona family on behalf of all those who did punk-soviet philosophy but were not aligned.
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Or write an ode to those who go to Cuba proudly wearing their Che t-shirt and flaunt it in the village garden? Those are the best, rare and precious beasts.
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In the next album he makes, he writes an ode to Fidel, telling him that thanks to him and the hunger he brought to his country, we Westerners can go to Cuba and sleep with all their women in exchange for a pair of flip-flops and a T-shirt?
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I once also rented an apartment from the very nice Berlinguer couple, who prided themselves on the fact that the building in question had been purchased by their great ancestor. They had an entire street of buildings... and preached about giving away bicycles, can you believe it?
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Ah, I almost forgot to mention that the letters to Berlinguer certainly don’t interest me, one of the most false and disgusting figures in the Italian political landscape. I don't know him well, and what I do know I've learned through his relatives, who are all a bunch of perfect bourgeois, loaded with money, and despite having 90 bicycles, I've never seen them give even one away. His granddaughter is a bitch, pretentious, false, and prude. Luckily, she’s a bit cheerful, so she saves herself by flirting a little here and there. Therefore, I dismiss your invitation to read a letter written by someone I consider an idiot addressed to someone I consider a huge piece of shit.