But what an ugly day it has been today on these pages, but let's start again from here and talk about something else because it wasn't so useless if we want to see it as a turning point...

un giorno dopo l'altro

"One Day After Another"

One day after another
time goes by
the streets always the same,
the same houses.
One day after another
and everything is as it was
one step after another,
the same life.
And the eyes around seek
that future they had dreamed of
but dreams are still dreams
and the future is now almost past.
One day after another
life slips away
tomorrow will be a day just like yesterday.
The ship has already left the port
and from the shore, it looks like a distant point
someone again this evening
returns home disappointed slowly.
One day after another
life slips away
and hope is now a habit.
And now let's also bring along a beautiful poem, to better describe the emotions, feelings, facts, events, and thoughts that will characterize that blessed island...

Georges Moustaki in Lo straniero

"The Stranger"

"With this stranger’s face
I am just a real man
even if it won’t seem so to you.

I have eyes as clear as the sea
capable only of dreaming
while now I no longer dream.

Half pirate, half artist
a wanderer, a musician
who steals almost as much as he gives.

With this mouth that will drink
from every fountain it sees
and perhaps will never stop.

With this stranger’s face
I have traversed my life
without knowing where to go.
It was the summer sun
and a thousand women in love
that matured my age.

I have done wrong with an open face
and sometimes I have suffered too
yet I have never cried.

And my soul, you know
will end up in purgatory
unless a miracle occurs now.

With this stranger’s face
on an abandoned ship
I have arrived to you.
Now you are a prisoner
of this splendid chimera
of this love without age.

You will be queen, and you will reign,
the things you dream of
will become reality.
Our love will last
for a brief eternity
until death comes.

Our love will last
for a brief eternity
until death comes."
Talking about what to bring with us to this longed-for deserted island, we are going step by step, and after friendship, love, freedom, and other beautiful noble feelings, this time it’s the turn of the desire for peace, just as this beautiful song sings:

David Crosby - What Are Their Names

"What are their names"

"I wonder who the men are
that really lead this country
and I wonder why they do it
in such a reckless way.
Can you tell me what their names are
and on which street they live?
I would like to run away this afternoon
and give them
a part of my thoughts
that concern peace for humanity.
Peace is not
such a complicated thing
to ask for."
And if our blessed deserted island corresponded to "paradise," as understood in Christianity, as this passage suggests?

Eric Clapton - Tears In Heaven [traduzione in italiano]

"tears in heaven"

"would you know my name
if I saw you in heaven?
would it be the same
if I saw you in heaven?

I must be strong
and carry on,
'cause I know I don’t belong
here in
Since we are discussing how to create a new perfect world on our Island, free from all evil, here, as an absolute and perfect value to bring with us down there, I have already evoked noble feelings like Friendship, Love, and Solidarity, but above all Freedom. And speaking of the latter, I’d like to highlight it with this beautiful Italian piece where it is understood as rebellion and revolt against a mediocre world, full of rules and devoid of true freedom.

Area - Consapevolezza

"Awareness"

"If one day you want
your brain
you will know what you already do:
break the ties, they along with you.

Travel in the sky on iron cables
among silent steel voices that speak
Let your elevator leave.

Then you will see
all the squalid reality
of a taboo that humanity
has always lived without freedom
all the love reduced to nothing
rests old among moldy monsters
Let your elevator leave.

Smash against the wall without mercy
Your morality that still wants you
imprisoned among mediocrity
Let your elevator leave
Let it go and take the power."
We’ve been on this island for a while, and by mere chance we meet Mick Jagger, what the hell!!!, who tells us "give me shelter, or I will fade away," and you either take him in, out of our goodness, or you throw him into the sea, or better yet, to the bottom of a pool, just like Brian Jones was found dead after a furious argument with the other members of the group over issues of interest???

Gimme Shelter 1969 - The Rolling Stone

"[Intro]
Oooooh

[Verse 1]
Ooh, a storm is threatening
My very life today
If I don't find some shelter
Ooh yeah, I'm gonna fade away

[Chorus]
War, children
It's just a shot away, it's just a shot away
War, children
It's just a shot away, it's just a shot away

[Verse 2]
Ooh, see the fire is sweeping
Our very street today
Burning like a red carpet
Bull on the loose has lost your way

[Chorus]
War, children
It's just a shot away, it's just a shot away
War, children
It's just a shot away, it's just a shot away

[Guitar Solo]

[Bridge]
Rape, murder!
It's just a shot away, it's just a shot away
Rape, murder!
It's just a shot away, it's just a shot away
Rape, murder!
It's just a shot away, it's just a shot away

[Verse 3]
Mmm, floods are threatening
My very life today
Give me, give me shelter
Or I will fade away

[Chorus – Variation]
War, children
It's just a shot away, it's just a shot away
It's just a shot away, it's just a shot away
It's just a shot away

[Outro]
I tell you love, sister
It's just a kiss away, it's just a kiss away
It's just a kiss away, it's just a kiss away
It's just a kiss away, (kiss away kiss away)

[Guitar Solo]"
In case there’s someone you care about, and who is waiting for you on this mythical deserted island, send them this reassuring message

Sam and Dave - Hold on I'm coming

"Hang in There, I'm Coming"

Never feel sad
Lean on me when times are tough
When the day breaks and you're feeling low
In a raging river about to drown
All you have to do is hang on, I’m coming
Hang on, I’m coming
I’m coming, your lover
If you get cold, yes, I’ll be your blanket
Don’t you worry, because I’m coming
There’s no need to suffer, baby, because I’m coming
All you have to do is hang on, I’m coming
Hang on, I’m coming
Hang on, I’m coming
Hang on, I’m coming
Come to me to feel fulfilled, yes
Call my name, yes, as a reaction
Yes, yes, yes, yes
So, never feel sad
Lean on me
When the day breaks and you’re feeling low, baby
In a raging river about to drown
All you have to do is hang on, I’m coming
Hang on, I’m coming
All you have to do is hang on
(Don't worry)
I’m coming
(Here we go)
Hang on
(We’re about to save you)
I’m coming
(Yes) All you have to do is hang on
(Don't worry)
I’m coming
(Here I am)
Indeed, it's just so; our everyday world is populated by spies of every kind, who do it out of pleasure, vice, or need, as often happens in the workplace for career reasons. And here you must pay close attention because their disguises are many and unpredictable, or in the context of the condominium, the so-called "doormen" in their spare time, who know everything about everyone and spy on you from behind their shutters, or even from those envious individuals who carefully measure our way of living, especially our weaknesses and flaws. In short, be cautious in this world because you are practically surrounded; but have you ever noticed how unpleasant these people are? If the idea of exiling yourself to a desert island is also to escape from these charming characters, then be very careful not to bring them along disguised as something else, us included alas, perhaps as eavesdroppers and voyeurs, even involuntary ones, eh eh...

Signed: from one who, though as a good Friend, is inexorably framing you day by day based on your musical tastes, your way of approaching others, and everything that inadvertently or not shines through from your posts and your replies, or even from your silences that might seem apparently meaningless...

The Doors The Spy

“I am a spy
In the house of love
I know the dream
You go dreaming of
I know the word
You’re aching to hear
I know the most profound and secret of your fears.
I am a spy
In the house of love
I know the dream
You go dreaming of
I know the word
You’re aching to hear
I know the most profound and secret of your fears.
I know everything
Everything you do
Wherever you go
Whoever you know.
I am a spy
In the house of love
I know the dream
You go dreaming of
I know the word
You’re aching to hear
I know the most profound and secret of your fears
I know the most profound and secret of your fears
I know the most profound and secret of your fears.”
Hey friends, the idea of retreating to a deserted island, escaping from this world, although desired by many of us, isn't it perhaps an idea that requires the determination typical of the mad?
Who among us can give up so many comforts and functionalities of today? And then, not having hot water, heating, having to go hunt for daily food, doing without fashionable clothes, gadgets and electronic devices, the web and social media, in short, going back to living an essential life like hundreds and hundreds of years ago? Hm, think about it a bit before boarding this ship of fools...

The Doors - Ship of Fools (Remastered)

"The human race was there dying
People left there screaming and shouting
People walking on the moon
The smoke will have you pretty soon
Everyone was there just dangling
Staring and leaning
Hanging and holding tight
I hope our little world holds on.
Oh yes, Mr. Bon Voyage arrived
Looking for a new ship
Come on people better get on board
Come on little we're going home now
Ship of fools ship of fools.

The human race was there dying
No one left screaming and shouting
People walking on the moon
The smoke will have you pretty soon
Ship of fools ship of fools
Ship of fools ship of fools
Ship
Ship
Ship"
So we arrived on this blessed deserted island, and the only person present, clearly of the opposite sex, and who luckily for us is called Suzanne Vega for this occasion, subtly asks us; "Do you know where friendship ends and passion doesn't begin?

Suzanne Vega - Stockings

"I'm not interested in tights," she says
and doesn't tell me why
She lifts her skirt above the knee
revealing a brown thigh

I see, I say, and ask her
how her little slim fingers
skillfully pull up
the threads of the last sleep

Do you know where friendship ends
and passion doesn't begin?
It's between the binding of
the stockings and her skin.
(oh yeah)

She stayed so late I thought
she had asked me to go dancing
But something in the way she laughed
told me I had no chance

The fiction in her family
was that she had never been beautiful
I would say she was very
I didn’t see the price

Do you know where friendship ends
and passion doesn't begin?
When the gin and tonic
makes the room start spinning.
(oh yeah)

There may be attraction here
but it could never bloom
So I’m left to read her mind now
in this witching hour

Here’s no game for those who claim
to be easily bruised
But how can I complain
when she is so easily amused
always about how important friendship is, especially if you decide to bring only positive things and feelings with you to a desert island...

Carole King - You've Got a Friend

"When you're down and out
and you need love and attention
and nothing, nothing seems to go right
close your eyes and think of me
and I will come
to light up your dark nights
just call my name
you know where I am
I’ll hurry to see you again
Winter, Spring, Summer or Fall
all you have to do is call me
and I will come

If the sky above you
turns dark and cloudy
and that old north wind begins to blow
keep your cool and
call my name out loud
soon you’ll hear my knocking at your door

just call my name
you know where I am
I’ll hurry to see you again
Winter, Spring, Summer or Fall
all you have to do is call me
and I will come

it's nice to know you have a friend
among all those cold people
they hurt you and leave you
they take your soul if you let them
oh, but you won't let them

just call my name
you know where I am
I’ll hurry to see you again
Winter, Spring, Summer or Fall
all you have to do is call me
and I will come"
Excuse me for the somewhat obvious question, but moving "arms and baggage" to a deserted island isn't really a "Escape," as the following song suggests?

Rupert Holmes - Escape The Piña Colada Song (Guardians of The Galaxy Soundtrack)

"I was tired of my lady, we'd been together too long
Like a worn-out recording of a favorite song
So while she was sleeping, I read the paper in bed
And in the personal columns, there was this ad:

'If you like Pina Coladas, and getting caught in the rain
If you're not into yoga, if you have half a brain
If you like making love at midnight in the dunes of the cape
I'm the love that you've looked for, write to me and escape.'

I didn't think about my lady, I know it seems cruel
But me and my old lady, we'd fallen into the same old dull routine
So I wrote to the paper, took out a personal ad
And though I'm not a poet, I thought it wasn't bad.

'Yes, I like Pina Coladas and getting caught in the rain
My health food is just a little bit lacking, I like champagne
I gotta meet you tomorrow at noon and cut through all this routine
At a bar called O'Malley's, where we'll plan our escape.'

So I waited with high hopes, then she walked in the place
I knew her smile in
Gabrielle Aplin English Rain - Home

In addition to the feelings of Friendship, Love, and Freedom, which are part of us regardless, even on a hypothetical deserted island, and that we've discussed in previous posts, there’s another equally important feeling: that of belonging to our roots and friendly places, which we might more simply call "Home."

"I’m a phoenix in the water,
A fish that has learned to fly,
And I've always been a daughter,
But feathers are made for the sky.
So I’m wishing, wishing more intently,
For something exciting to happen,
It’s just that I’d rather spark chaos
Than live on the razor's edge of this knife.

With every little disaster
I’ll let the waters calm,
Take me away, to a place that truly exists.

Because they say:
Home is the place where your heart is carved in stone
It’s the place you go when you feel lonely
It’s the place you go to rest your bones.
It’s not just where you lie down
It’s not just where you make your bed.
As long as we’re together,
Does it matter where we go?
Home... home... home... home

So when I’m ready to be braver,
And my wounds will have healed with time,
Well-being will rest upon my back,
And I’ll bury my future, leave it behind.
I’ll always keep you with me,
I’ll always think of you,
But in the darkness, there’s something that shines
I'll never know if I don’t try.

With every little disaster
I’ll let the waters calm,
Take me away, to a place that truly exists.

Because they say:
Home is the place where your heart is carved in stone
It’s the place you go when you feel lonely
It’s the place you go to rest your bones.
It’s not just where you lie down
It’s not just where you make your bed.
As long as we’re together,
Does it matter where we go?
Home... home... home... home
Home... home... home... home

Because they say:
Home is the place where your heart is carved in stone
It’s the place you go when you feel lonely
It’s the place you go to rest your bones.
It’s not just where you lie down
It’s not just where you make your bed.
As long as we’re together,
Does it matter where we go?
Home... home... home... home
Home... home... home... home."
just to talk about Love (to be rediscovered on a deserted island)

Jim Croce - Time in a bottle - 1973

"Time in a bottle"

"If I could save time in a bottle
The first thing that I'd like to do
Is to save every day
'Til eternity's through
Just to spend them with you

If I could make days last forever
If words could make wishes come true
I'd save every day like a treasure
And then, again, I would spend them with you.

But it seems there never seems to be enough time
To do the things you want to do, once you find them
I've looked around enough to know
That you're the one I want to spend my time with

If I had a box of wishes
And dreams that never came true
The box would be empty
Except for the memory of how
They were answered by you!

But it seems there never seems to be enough time
To do the things you want to do, once you find them!
I've looked around enough to know
That you're the one I want to spend my time with."
Joe Cocker - With A Little Help From My Friends (1968)

Given the last two posts, if you hope to happily shipwreck on this damn deserted island, you might consider yourself free (I'm Free - The Who) and thus hope to have achieved happiness (Baba O Riley - The Who), but these two wonderful feelings are not fully realized unless you also have your Friends with you, especially when you really need them, as this historic song repeats: "I get by with a little help from my friends."

“What would you think if I sang out of tune
would you stand up and walk out on me?
Lend me your ears and I'll sing you a song
and I'll try not to sing out of key
Oh, I get by with a little help from my friends
Tommy - I'm Free - Roger Daltrey (The Who)

At the top of every thought and desire of each one of us exists above all the idea of being able to live in Freedom, given the infinite constraints and limits with which each of us is forced to coexist reluctantly, unless one suddenly abandons all their roots and flees to the elusive deserted island, of which I leave you as a preview this epoch-making excerpt that speaks precisely of Freedom:

"I am free, I am free, and freedom tastes
like reality,
I am free, I am free, and I’m waiting for you to
follow me.
If I were to tell you what is needed to reach the
highest heights
you would laugh and say there is nothing easier,
and yet you have been told so many times before,
the Messiahs pointed to the door
but no one had the guts to leave the temple.
I am free, I am free, and freedom tastes
like reality,
I am free, I am free, and I’m waiting for you to
follow me.
How can we follow you, how can we follow you?"
The Who - Baba O Riley

Tonight, or rather this night considering the hour, we talk about a primary need that all of us humans share, which is often difficult to achieve, and that we hope to fulfill by escaping to a deserted island, and that is happiness.

In this piece, one of those to bring right onto a deserted island, it speaks of a boy who had to "make it on his own," who had to work to survive and who "doesn't need to fight to prove he is right, nor to be forgiven," and who in the end, along with his girlfriend Sally, will travel to reach "the happy ones," those who are happy.

"Out here in the fields
I've fought for my meals
I've worked my ass off to survive

I don't need to fight
To prove I'm right
I don't need to be forgiven.
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Don't cry
Don't raise your eyes
It's just teenage desolation

Sally, take my hand
We'll travel through the southern lands
Put out the fire
And don't watch my back.

The exodus is here
The happy people are near
Let's all come together
Before we get too old

Teenage desolation
It's just teenage desolation.
Teenage desolation
Oh, yeah
It's just teenage desolation.
They're all lost!"
Lou Reed - Perfect Day

to desire to migrate to a desert island is also a desire to reset everything and have a perfect life...

"Just a perfect day
drinking sangria in the park
and then later, when it gets dark
back home
Just a perfect day
feeding animals at the zoo
and then later, even a movie
and then home

Oh, it's such a perfect day
I'm glad I spent it with you
Oh, such a perfect day
you make me want to stay with you
you make me want to stay with you

Just a perfect day
the problems put aside
lonely tourists
it's so much fun

Just a perfect day
made me forget myself
I thought I was someone else
a better person

Oh, it was such a perfect day
I'm glad I spent it with you
Oh, such a perfect day
you make me want to stay with you
you make me want to stay with you

You will reap what you have sown
You will reap what you have sown
You will reap what you have sown
You will reap what you have sown"
King Crimson - Sailors Tale (OFFICIAL)

sure this sailor has something very interesting to tell us about his island, given that he brings us this story of the Crimson King...