uk vs usa, ovvero una canzone che (mi) mette tanta allegria

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Estelle feat. Kanye West - American Boy (2008)

Kanye West:Just another one champion sound
me and Estelle about to get down
who the hottest in the world right now.
Just touched down in London town.
Bet they give me a pound.
Tell them put the money in my hand right now.
Tell the promoter we need more seats,
we just sold out all the floor seats

Estelle:Chorus Take me on a trip, I'd like to go some day.
Take me to New York, I'd love to see LA.
I really want to come kick it with you.
You'll be my American Boy.

He said Hey Sister.
It's really really nice to meet ya.
I just met this 5 foot 7 guys who's just my type.
I like the way he's speaking his confidence is peaking.
Don't like his baggy jeans but I ma like what's underneath it.
And no I aint been to MIA
I heard that Cali never rains and New York heart awaits.
First let's see the west end.
I'll show you to my bridrens.
I'm like this American Boy. American Boy

ChorusTake me on a trip, I'd like to go some day
Take me to New York, I'd love to see LA.
I really want to come kick it with you.
You'll be my American Boy

Can we get away this weekend.
Take me to Broadway.
Let's go shopping baby then we'll go to a Café.
Let's go on the subway.
Take me to your hood.
I neva been to Brooklyn and I'd like to see what's good.
Dress in all your fancy clothes.
Sneaker's looking Fresh to Def I'm lovin those Shell Toes.
Walkin that walk.
Talk that slick talk.
I'm likin this American Boy. American Boy.

Chorus Take me on a trip, I'd like to go some day.
Take me to New York, I'd love to see LA.
I really want to come kick it with you.
You'll be my American Boy

Let them kno wagwan blud

Kanye West:Who killin em in the UK. Everybody gonna to say you K, reluctantly, because most of this press don't f**k wit me. Estelle once said to me, cool down down don't act a fool now now. I always act a fool oww oww. Aint nothing new now now. He crazy, I know what ya thinkin. Ribena, I know what you're drinkin. Rap singer. Chain Blinger. Holla at the next chick soon as you're blinkin. What's you're persona. about this American Brama. Am I shallow cuz all my clothes designer. Dressed smart like a London Bloke. Before he speak his suit bespoke. And you thought he was cute before. Look at this P Coat, Tell me he's broke. And I know you're not into all that. I heard your lyrics I feel your spirit. But I still talk that CAAASH. Cuz a lot wags want to hear it. And I'm feelin like Mike at his Baddest. The Pips at they Gladys. And I know they love it. so to hell with all that rubbish

Estelle:Would you be my love, my love.
could be mine
would you be my love my love,
could be mine
Could you be my love, my love.
Would you be my American Boy. American Boy

Chorus Take me on a trip, I'd like to go some day
Take me to Chicago, San Francisco Bay.
I really want to come kick it with you.
You'll be my American Boy

mario venuti, l'invenzione (2003)

anche se il dolore ha lasciato il posto alla rassegnazione,
è pur sempre marzo...

"tu sei la mia più grande invenzione,

sei di certo il frutto migliore

che ha dato la mia immaginazione

e forse io sono la tua..."

these are the thoughts

These are the thoughts that go through my head
In my backyard on a sunday afternoon
When I have the house to myself and Im not
Expending all that energy on fighting with my boyfriend

Is he the one that I will marry?
Why is it so hard to be objective about myself?
Why do I feel cellularly alone?
Am I supposed to live in this crazy city?
Can blindly continued fear induced regurgitated life-denying
Tradition be overcome?

Where does the money go that I send to those in need?
If we have so much why do some people have nothing still?
Why do I feel frantic when I first wake up in the morning?
Why do you say you are spiritual
Yet you treat people like shit?

How can you say youre close to god
And yet you talk behind my back as though I am not
A part of you? why do I say Im fine when its
Obvious Im not? whys it so hard to tell you what I want?
Why cant you just read my mind?

Why do I fear that the quieter I am the less you will listen?
Why do I care whether you like me or not?
Why is it so hard for me to be angry?
Why is it such work to stay conscious and so easy to get stuck
And not the other way around?

Will I ever move back to canada?
Can I be with a lover with whom I am a student and a master?
Why am I encouraged to shut my mouth when it gets too close to home?
Why cannot I live in the moment?

ho sempre adorato questa canzone. sempre vuol dire dagli ultimi giorni del 1999, ma tanto luca ci ha insegnato che “per sempre non esiste”. una volta, appena partita dal cd, mia madre disse “ecco la canzone che heidi mette quando sta inkazzata!”… vero… è una canzone che mi coinvolge tanto da rilassarmi, la canto la maggior parte delle volte piangendo. e serve.

e l’ho risentita l’altro giorno, dopo tantissimo tempo. perché sì, sono inkazzata. perché dopo il vortice della disperazione sono inkazzata. perché sono crollate tutte le grandi e le piccole narrative e l’identità porosa e frammentaria moltiplica all’infinito le tue possibilità, ma prima di addormentarti fa sempre freddo… e non sei ancora diventato un cyborg, anche se ti inquieta l’idea del cellulare a più di un metro dalla tua mano, anche se ti sembra che non abbia senso un mondo senza adsl… e crolla tutto e tutto continua a crollare e i detriti schizzano ovunque e fanno malissimo perché la tua epidermide è ancora umana… e scopri che amici che ritenevi fratelli vivono benissimo senza di te e neanche provano nostalgia… e tu bussi a mille porte e aprono sempre solo quelle sbagliate… e persone che avevi giurato a te stessa che non ti avrebbero fatto più male inventano modi sempre nuovi per farti sentire l’essere più sbagliato mai venuto al mondo… e tutti ti ripetono che la vita è meravigliosa… e non è vero…

e sogno te, immanuel, guardando questo timido sole di primavera.

un sottofondo per sognare

giovanni allevi, come sei veramente (2005)

quando un falso è migliore dell'originale

una delle cose più divertenti che io abbia mai visto...

e le parole per il karaoke, of course...

[VERSE 1]

I never thought that I could be so satisfied,

Everytime that I look in your angel eyes.

A shock inside me that words just can’t describe,

And there’s no explaining.

There’s something in the way you move, I can’t deny,

Every word from your lips is a lullaby.

A twist of fate makes life worth while,

You are gold and silver.

[CHORUS]

I said I wasn’t gonna lose my head,

but thenPOP! Goes my heart.

I wasn’t gonna fall in love again,

but thenPOP! Goes my heart.

And I just can’t let you go,

I can’t lose this feeling.

[VERSE 2]

These precious moments, we have so few,

Let us go far away, where there’s nothing to do but play.

You show to me that my destiny’s with you,

And there’s no explaining.

Let's fly so high, will you come with me tonight?

In your dress, I confess, you’re the source of light.

The way you shine in the starry skies,

You are gold and silver.

[CHORUS]

Repeat x2

(after first repeat there is an interrupt of lyrics shown below)

A twist of fate makes life worth while,

You are gold and silver.

(second chorus repeat excludes “I can’t lose this feeling.”)

PS x gpl: non è molto morrisseyano tutto ciò?!

più mika per tutti n.2

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tcRiXOONqf0

più mika per tutti

mika, big girl, you are beautiful (2006)

Walks in to the room

Feels like a big balloon

I said "Hey girl, you are beautiful."

Diet Coke and a pizza please

Diet Coke I'm on my knees

Screaming, "Big girl, you are beautiful!"

You take your skinny girl

I feel like I'm gonna die

'Cause a real woman needs a real man, here's why

You take your girl and multiply her by four

Now a whole lot of woman needs a whole lot more

Get yourself to the butterfly lounge

Find yourself a big lady

Big boy come on around

And there we're gonna do baby

No need to fantasize

Since the words are my phrases

A watering hole

With girls all around

Curves in all the right places

Big girl you are beautiful [4x]

sergio cammariere, "e mi troverai" (n.7 - 2006)

E ho messo le parole ad asciugare al sole

come se il vento potesse portarle da te, ora che

comincia a farmi male la nostalgia che ho

per quello che ora rivivere non è possibile

[...]

E mi troverai, se vorrai sai dove cercarmi

finché un giorno poi capirai che le cose che cerchi

le hai lasciate qua dentro di me

testo di roberto kunstler