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There's even Lionel Messi!
 
Monty Python - E ora qualcosa di completamente diverso

"And now for something completely different"
by Ian MacNaughton (1971)

starring Graham Chapman
John Cleese
Terry Gilliam
Eric Idle
Terry Jones
Michael Palin
Carol Cleveland
and Connie Booth

#35mm
 
The High Priestess of Gone

Eddie Marshall
"The High Priestess of Gone" from: Dance of the Sun
1978 (Timeless)

#jazzlegends
 
The Style Council - Shout To The Top
From the Jam to the Style Council, a brave transition not very rewarding.
 
When I was little, I fell in love with everything
I chased after dogs
And from March to February, my grandfather watched
Over the flow of horses and oxen
Over my business, over your business
And never believe in the God of the English

And when I had two hundred moons and maybe one too many
I stole my first horse and they made me a man
I changed my name to "wolf's tail"
I swapped my pony for a mute horse

And never believe in their losing God

And it was on the night of the long star with the tail
That we found my grandfather crucified on the church
Crucified with forks used at dinner
He was dirty and clean with blood and cream

And never believe in their greedy God

And maybe I was eighteen and no longer smelled of snake
I owned a crowbar, a hat, and a slingshot
And one gala night with a pointed stone
I killed a tuxedo and stole it

And never believe in the God of the ladder

Then we returned to Brianza for the opening of the bison hunt
They gave us breath and urine tests
An Andalusian poet explained the mechanism to us
"For the bison hunt," he said, "the number is closed"

And never believe in a happy-ending God

And I was already old when near Rome at Little Big Horn
Short-haired general spoke to us at the university
About the blue suit brothers who buried the hatchets
But we didn’t smoke with him; he hadn’t come in peace

And never believe in a "get your ass kicked" God

And now that I have burned twenty sons on my groom's bed
That I unloaded my rage in a film studio
That I learned to fish with hand grenades
That they carved me in tears on the Arch of Trajan
With a glass spoon I dig into my story
But I hit a bit randomly because I no longer remember

And a God
And a God
And a God
And a God
And a God out of breath, never believe in him

(by Fabrizio De André & Massimo Bubola)

Coda di Lupo
 
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Safe travels, Maestro Serio (Renato). In this album by Zero (Renato), there is a lot of fi te.
 
Primo Maggio Di Festa (2006 Digital Remastered)
It might be an old piece, but for me it’s an evergreen.
 
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The Triceratops will be wagging its tail.
Like Muttley: "ice cream ice cream ice cream!!!"
 
Pink Grease - The Pink G.R.EASE (Official Audio)

FEVER

A true gem this album by these noble stoners from Sheffield at the turn of the millennium…

Garage-rock, Punk, a lot of Glam and shards of ueiv that don’t bother me at all…

#garagedintorni

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Me, me and you, who looks at my wrinkles
Me, me and you, who eats my anchovies
And you're always there talking about age
But is it really necessary then?
Stuff I wonder and then?
But is it really necessary then?
Variety, a varied, varied, varied one like me, eh

What a beautiful song
That talks about rain, France, and doesn't make any confusion
And in the middle of all this ignorance it's easy to say too
Is it really necessary then?
Stuff I wonder and then?
All to be proven and then?
That it's true, yes it’s true, it’s true, it's true

That the day will come when all the annoying people will disappear, yes
I will be ready there to talk, and with the lemons
One that is yellow, one that is green
One that shouts but doesn't give up
One that pees from bottom to top
One that only sings "I love you"

How much effort to be accepted with songs
A whole life chasing two or three illusions
One that runs away, one that shouts
One that drives but doesn't trust
One who writes "no" with an accent
Then makes love for the moment, no

Yes, yes I know, I know, there’s cream for wrinkles
Yes, yes I know, there’s also cream for anchovies, and so what?
And in the midst of all this ignorance, it’s easy to say too
Is it really necessary then?
Stuff I wonder and then?
All to be proven and then?
Variety, a varied, varied, varied one like me, eh

What a beautiful song
That talks about France, rain, and doesn't make any confusion
And in the middle of all this chaos it's easy to say too
Is it really necessary then?
Stuff I wonder and then?
All to be proven and then?
If it's true, yes it’s true, it’s true, it's true

That the day will come when all the noises disappear
From one day to the next, you're there talking, and with the lemons
One that is yellow, one that is green
One that shouts but doesn't give up
One that pees from bottom to top
One that only sings "I love you"

How much effort to be accepted with songs
My friend Tenco wasn't even shown the lemons
One that is yellow, one that is green
One that shouts but doesn't give up
One that pees from bottom to top
And everyone sings I love you, eh

How much effort to be accepted with songs
My friend Gaber was never forgiven for making songs
One that is yellow, one that is green
One that shouts but doesn't give up
One that pees from bottom to top
And everyone sings I love you

Parlare Coi Limoni Enzo Jannacci

#attentiaqueidue
 
Sirius - His Phoenix
German Neo Prog/Symphonic Prog...1984!
 
So: let’s get organized (which is necessary if you live every day with an obsessive-compulsive, but whatever), and let’s explain why I love this thing.
1. she reminds me of Jasmine Paolini, a little awkward and too funny
2. well, why do I even need to say it, the song was written by someone from Catania, what can I tell you?
3. THE SUBTITLES. PLEASE WATCH THEM. I’m still laughing
4. the tenor seems to be called Antonio Siracusa (Tony Siragusa? look it up on Google!)
5. while I’m listening, they ask me if I know bloodborn. Well, I’ll do, what can I say, I’m young...
6. but why does nothing to drink ever arrive here?
7. but how the hell good was this guy from Catania?
8. I’m starting to understand one thing. And maybe then it becomes something I understand well and can explain in two words, and then I write about it. And it’s because the series about the 883 is nice but I know I have to write about it. Well, one thing I’ve understood. The reason why. And little by little I’m getting there.
9. Because I live in a place where I go out, and there’s a guy who’s a dog sitter. And I ask him, are you a dog sitter? And he says: no, I’m a math teacher! yeah, whatever. No, he says, I have a first degree in potato science, but I’m working on my second in mathematics. And I want to get a master’s! Ah! Algebraist or analyst? Algebraist! And I decide that - even if nothing to drink ever arrives - this is a really nice place.
10. no, it’s just that there was some 'nduja here. And now it’s gone. And so is the drink (and nothing has arrived here!)
11. but can you write a listening this long?
12. but how the hell good was this guy here? Ah, well, I’ll leave you to the lyrics...
Bellini - La Sonnambula- Ah! Non credea mirarti
 
Carbonized - Third Eye

How can we deprive ourselves of the orchestral-grind of the anthracites/litantracites Carbonized?
 
The Beach by The Superimposers
Heavy Sigh The Superimposers
I remember a beautiful album of refined pop
 
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Let's help her put all the pieces back in place.
Unfortunately, the Cheerful Surgeon from the ASL has struck again.