Viola
Actually, I sometimes get the illusion that someone might really understand what kind of person I am: pure cerebral speculation, I'm aware of that.
I must have posted this a fantastillion times, but repeating myself is part of my nature.
Not because I don’t realize it, but because certain harmonies—in this case, vocal—take me somewhere else: it doesn't matter where, as Marco Castoldi used to say when he was still in possession of his mental faculties.
I adore these sweet melodies, which break my heart: and one day I’ll go walking by the sea, and I’ll dip my feet in the water, just for fun.
And twelve sirens will dance with me, and twelve sirens will dance with me.
But the music is about to end, now that I’ve understood it’s the right time.

Great track by my friend Taz: who never wanted to record it, because he said my arrangement (a sort of ChaChaCha) drove him crazy, since the lyrics talk about suicide.

"Questa sera voglio camminare / vado a far due passi in riva al mare / e il cielo è pieno di stelle / di stelle / ma quelle riflesse dal mare sono ancora più belle.
E continuo a camminare / voglio vedere se è l'ora giusta per finire / e metto i piedi nell'acqua / così per scherzare / così per scherzare / e metto i piedi nell'acqua e mi lascio trasportare.
Da queste dolci melodie / piene di dolci parole / queste dolci melodie / che mi spezzano il cuore / e dodici sirene che ballano con me / e dodici sirene che danzano con me.
Non ho più voglia / di camminare.
Ora che ho capito che / ora che ho capito che / ora che ho capito che...
è l'ora giusta.

One day, maybe, I’ll play it for you, but I’m not a great singer. I’m in tune but, unlike the author, I don’t have a great vocal range: at best, I can manage two octaves.

Ah, he died very badly: throat cancer.
Perfect for a singer, right? sia: altrove: cuore: vocale: male:
 
Dead Kennedys - Kill the poor
Translating is always betraying
I’m presenting again (lucky me!) my little free and unfaithful translation column (more interpretations than translations), language – even when it’s the one you happen to have been born with – is a barrier and communication is just a utopian wish; so take this stuff, which we only call translation out of convenience, with a grain of salt.

The good @[imasoulman], speaking about Hüsker Dü, reminded us that punk (and its various derivatives & offshoots) wasn’t just about shouting, speed, and horrible haircuts but that beyond the breakneck pace there were often lyrics as well. People like Rollins Band, Clash, Fugazi, Crass, Minor Threat, Flux of Pink Indians and many others had a lot to say, like Jello Biafra who has always had a sharp tongue (and also a background of good reading, apparently. Here, for example, he quotes the as witty as little-known "A Modest Proposal" written by Swift in 1729)
Dead Kennedys - Kill the Poor
Once again we are messengers of Efficiency & Progress, right now that we have the neutron bomb. Which is nice, fast, clean and solves problems, frees you of too many enemies but without damaging property. Sure, it makes no sense in war but it works perfectly to clean up the problems at home
The sun shines, shines on this brave new day. No more taxes for public welfare, horrible slums burned in a flash of light, millions of unemployed suddenly wiped out. In the end we’ll have more space to do our own things. Tonight everything is ready to eliminate the miserable and the penniless—
Kill, kill, kill the poor
Kill, kill, kill the poor
Let’s kill them all tonight
Here pops the champagne: the crime rate is zeroed, you feel free again. Oh, life is a dream with you, Miss Pure White Trash and Jane Fonda, from the screens, have convinced liberals that everything is fine. So let’s get dressed up and dance all night while they eliminate, take out, kill all those bums
Kill, kill, kill the poor
Kill, kill, kill the poor
Let’s kill them all tonight
 
Laura Nyro - You don't love me when I cry
For me, one of the best artists to ever come into this world. The female version of Tim Buckley. With her voice, she did whatever she wanted. Eternal love for Laura.
 
Five Years - Yo La Tengo (Ride The Tiger 1986)
……. And I'm still on track nearly 40 years later …. almost like the Pooh 🤣
 
The God Machine - The Hunter
of a gentle power

...Oh what do you do when you feel like you're living a lie
Oh what do you do when you feel you're living a lie...
 
Camper Van Beethoven Good Guys 1987 Vusic Video

I always "see" an important vein of widespread sadness in almost all their songs. I would have loved to interview David Lowery from the 80s. Now it's too late....
I adore them, I have adored them and I enjoy listening to them from time to time.
Very talented, genuine. Crazy.
 
Vashti Bunyan - Just Another Diamond Day, FULL ALBUM 1970 (Proto-freakfolk)

Asterics' One Hundred Favourites [in no particular order] (93/100)
 
The Red Krayola - Parable Of Arable Land (1967) [Full Album]

Asterics' One Hundred Favourites [in random order] (77/100)