Public Image Ltd.- Memories

You make me feel ashamed at acting attitudes
Remember ridicule, it should be clear by now, clear by now

Your words are useless, full of excuses
false confidence, someone has used you well

I could be wrong, it could be hate
As far as I can see, clinging desperately
Imagining pretending, no personality
Dragging on and on and on and on and on and on and on

I think you're slightly late, slightly late
this person's had enough of useless memories
Always remember twisted amenities
Could be wrong, out of order, out of order

It could be worse, you're losing all the time
I let you stay too long, I could be wrong, could be worse

You're losing all the time, I let you stay too long
I could be wrong, could be wrong
Whatever past, could never last
All in your mind, where it all began
You're doing wrong, it's not the movies, and you're old.
 
Joy Division - Digital

Day In-Day Out, Day In-Day Out, Day In-Day Out. Martin "Zero" Hannett.
 
Joy Division - Dead Souls

Someone take these dreams away,
that point me to another day,
a duel of personalities,
that stretch all true realities.

That keep calling me, they keep calling me.
Keep on calling me, they keep calling me...

Where figures from the past stand tall
and mocking voices ring the halls,
Imperialistic house of prayer,
Conquistadors who took their share.

That keep calling me, they keep calling me,
Keep on calling me, they keep calling me.
Calling me, calling me... Calling me, calling me...
 
Lucio Battisti - C. S. A. R. - 1992 - Full album

The conditions are atmospheric anyway, meteorological, and it's still morning, breakfast in a cup. When she asked him if he knew the guy, the one and only, Tizio, Caio, he says, I tell you I heard, he says, I tell you I heard all the red of the blood leaving with the black. All the pumps with water in their veins start to dance and rain joyfully to consume the sliding of relationships on the asphalt. Marameo, marameo say the cupids, tighter and tighter, more than bats in the starry night, flying in the summer. But it isn't night, it's day, maybe it's summer, perhaps maybe it's summer, the races begin, everyone arriving first and she has fallen in love with the asphalt. The splash of daring and boldness and it's been a long time since I wanted to. So it suddenly occurs to her that gods exist, and she, if gods exist, would be favored by the majestic contraption in silver, a superhuman exhaust pipe with solemn little wings or cooling fins. The cars revving on the wheels, the wavy and slow patches, the rear tires take a spinning blow from the scorching radiators. Carbon combined with hydrogen, boiling and fragrant, fat in drums, poured and kneaded, mixed with shales. A flamethrower is activated, a wave oven, oceanic, a sesquipedal, thriving for universal spending, she felt like a great upheaval and urban cataracts and firemen and Din Don Dan. [DUCHESCA]
 
Lucio Battisti Una giornata uggiosa 1980 Full album - video Dailymotion

Bourgeois disco, flabby, tired, gray, foggy, pompous, and male-centric as always in the lyrics, with narrative passages that make imagination scrape against the asphalt. That said, I still personally like it for the mood (mood has to do with humidity), for the musicality, yes popular, but beautifully synthetic, with bass parts, various guitars (especially those in the choruses of the title track), inspired keyboards, and hi-hat; and to break the flow of disdain that I feel towards the historical lyrics of the lyricist/SIAE official, I must admit that the line: "I dream of embracing a true friend who doesn't want to take revenge on me for his bitter moment and decent people who refuse to be prey to easy enthusiasms and trendy ideologies" remains, in my personal opinion, one of the most brilliant outbursts of fury, malaise, and revelation of Italian pop music, so much so that I could wish it etched on my tombstone. Recorded in London, appropriate artwork. Beautiful, the rain.
 
CSI - Unità di produzione
| Atea - Mystique - Mechanics |
 
Nine Inch Nails - Wish (HD)

Don't think you're having all the fun, I hate everyone.
The one without a soul, the one with this big fucking hole.
 
The Good The Bad and The Queen (Full Album) [2007]

[Sunday Gothic/Britannic Journal]
Come the day you see the sun in the Kingdom of Doom.
Ravens fly across the moon.
All in now. There's a noise in the sky.
A ship across the estuary, sundays lost in melancholy.