boh, voi avete il pregio (e forse il dono) di accontentarvi? non fraintedete, non parlo di mirare a successo e soldi. dico, che rapporto avete con la routine? nel lavoro e nel privato: soffrite o avete trovato il giusto bilancio nel perpetrare le stesse azioni... sul lavoro ascoltare le stronzate dei clienti/pazienti, sbraitare ordini o subire le scudisciate del capo, a casa fare sempre sesso con la vostra partner..na volta a missionario e na volta a pecorina, poi anche lo spingerla al piacere anale giungerà alla temuta meta del deja vu, parlare di cose metafisiche con l'amico intellettuale o la brava ragazza per la vita..che poi pensi "si affascinate bello, ma mi sono rotto il *****"..
io penso che, camminando nella nostra esistenza, possiamo illuderci...ma la marcia eroica "go west" sotto una certa prospettiva è una marcia nell'eterno ritrono dell'uguale, stagnate nella routine
ci rimurgino di tanto in tanto per quanto riguarda la general picture, poi mi è venuto in mente di aprire questo 3d perchè avevo letto il 3d mongolo di jppipino sulla yespica; mentre andavo in palestra e guardavo una che faceva bodypump, mi chiedevo "ma mi annoierei anche di flirtare, portarmela a cena a casa e poi, nei giorni, corromperla al sesso anale". ma cosa c'è oltre? (forse mi devo sposare va, con quella che sa leonida)
questa canzone rispecchia bene lo stato d'animo descritto (che anche per me è temporaneo, come sperimentano tutti gli esseri bipedi sapiens). è di cohen, traducetevela che parla di routine, futuro.....il muro di berlino...murder...anal sex...hiroshima
"The Future"
Give me back my broken night
my mirrored room, my secret life
it's lonely here,
there's no one left to torture
Give me absolute control
over every living soul
And lie beside me, baby,
that's an order!
Give me crack and anal sex
Take the only tree that's left
and stuff it up the hole
in your culture
Give me back the Berlin wall
give me Stalin and St Paul
I've seen the future, brother:
it is murder.
Things are going to slide, slide in all directions
Won't be nothing
Nothing you can measure anymore
The blizzard, the blizzard of the world
has crossed the threshold
and it has overturned
the order of the soul
When they said REPENT REPENT
I wonder what they meant
When they said REPENT REPENT
I wonder what they meant
When they said REPENT REPENT
I wonder what they meant
You don't know me from the wind
you never will, you never did
I'm the little jew
who wrote the Bible
I've seen the nations rise and fall
I've heard their stories, heard them all
but love's the only engine of survival
Your servant here, he has been told
to say it clear, to say it cold:
It's over, it ain't going
any further
And now the wheels of heaven stop
you feel the devil's riding crop
Get ready for the future:
it is murder
Things are going to slide ...
There'll be the breaking of the ancient
western code
Your private life will suddenly explode
There'll be phantoms
There'll be fires on the road
and the white man dancing
You'll see a woman
hanging upside down
her features covered by her fallen gown
and all the lousy little poets
coming round
tryin' to sound like Charlie Manson
and the white man dancin'
Give me back the Berlin wall
Give me Stalin and St Paul
Give me Christ
or give me Hiroshima
Destroy another fetus now
We don't like children anyhow
I've seen the future, baby:
it is murder
Things are going to slide ...
When they said REPENT REPENT ...
io penso che, camminando nella nostra esistenza, possiamo illuderci...ma la marcia eroica "go west" sotto una certa prospettiva è una marcia nell'eterno ritrono dell'uguale, stagnate nella routine
ci rimurgino di tanto in tanto per quanto riguarda la general picture, poi mi è venuto in mente di aprire questo 3d perchè avevo letto il 3d mongolo di jppipino sulla yespica; mentre andavo in palestra e guardavo una che faceva bodypump, mi chiedevo "ma mi annoierei anche di flirtare, portarmela a cena a casa e poi, nei giorni, corromperla al sesso anale". ma cosa c'è oltre? (forse mi devo sposare va, con quella che sa leonida)
questa canzone rispecchia bene lo stato d'animo descritto (che anche per me è temporaneo, come sperimentano tutti gli esseri bipedi sapiens). è di cohen, traducetevela che parla di routine, futuro.....il muro di berlino...murder...anal sex...hiroshima
"The Future"
Give me back my broken night
my mirrored room, my secret life
it's lonely here,
there's no one left to torture
Give me absolute control
over every living soul
And lie beside me, baby,
that's an order!
Give me crack and anal sex
Take the only tree that's left
and stuff it up the hole
in your culture
Give me back the Berlin wall
give me Stalin and St Paul
I've seen the future, brother:
it is murder.
Things are going to slide, slide in all directions
Won't be nothing
Nothing you can measure anymore
The blizzard, the blizzard of the world
has crossed the threshold
and it has overturned
the order of the soul
When they said REPENT REPENT
I wonder what they meant
When they said REPENT REPENT
I wonder what they meant
When they said REPENT REPENT
I wonder what they meant
You don't know me from the wind
you never will, you never did
I'm the little jew
who wrote the Bible
I've seen the nations rise and fall
I've heard their stories, heard them all
but love's the only engine of survival
Your servant here, he has been told
to say it clear, to say it cold:
It's over, it ain't going
any further
And now the wheels of heaven stop
you feel the devil's riding crop
Get ready for the future:
it is murder
Things are going to slide ...
There'll be the breaking of the ancient
western code
Your private life will suddenly explode
There'll be phantoms
There'll be fires on the road
and the white man dancing
You'll see a woman
hanging upside down
her features covered by her fallen gown
and all the lousy little poets
coming round
tryin' to sound like Charlie Manson
and the white man dancin'
Give me back the Berlin wall
Give me Stalin and St Paul
Give me Christ
or give me Hiroshima
Destroy another fetus now
We don't like children anyhow
I've seen the future, baby:
it is murder
Things are going to slide ...
When they said REPENT REPENT ...
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