Zio Pasa

23 ottobre 2006

Non aver paura bimbo biondo...

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Simple man

Mama told me when I was young
come sit beside me, my only son
and listen closely to what I say
and if you do this it will help you some sunny day.

Take your time... Don't live too fast,
troubles will come and they will pass.
Go find a woman and you'll find love,
and don't forget son,
there is someone up above.

And be a simple kind of man.
Be something you love and understand.
Be a simple kind of man.
Won't you do this for me son,
if you can?

Forget your lust for the rich man's gold
all that you need is in your soul,
and you can do this - oh babe - if you try.
All that I want for you my son,
is to be satisfied.

And be a simple kind of man.
Be something you love and understand.
Be a simple kind of man.
Won't you do this for me son,
if you can?

Boy, don't you worry... you'll find yourself.
Follow you heart and nothing else.
And you can do this if you try.
All I want for you my son,
is to be satisfied.


Que sera sera

When I was just a little girl,
I asked my mother "What will I be?"
Will I be pretty?
Will I be rich?
Here's what she said to me:

Que sera sera,
whatever will be will be,
the future's not ours to see,
que sera sera.

When I grew up and fell in love,
I asked my sweetheart what lies ahead.
Will there be rainbows day after day?
Here's what my sweetheart said:

Que sera sera,
whatever will be will be,
the future's not ours to see,
que sera sera.

Now I have children of my own,
they ask their mother "What will I be?"
Will I be handsome?
Will I be rich?
I tell them tenderly:

Que sera sera,
whatever will be will be,
the future's not ours to see,
que sera sera.

What will be, will be.

Que sera sera!





12 ottobre 2006

Ringrazio Dio perchè sono esistiti; un senso a tante giornate

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Private investigations


It's a mystery to me
the game commences
for the usual fee
plus expenses
confidential information
it's in a diary
this is my investigation
it's not a public inquiry

I go checking out the report
digging up the dirt
you get to meet all sorts
in this line of work
treachery and treason
there's always an excuse for it
and when I find the reason
I still can't get used to it

And what have you got at the end of the day?
What have you got to take away?
A bottle of whisky and a new set of lies
blinds on the window and a pain behind the eyes

Scarred for life
No compensation
Private investigations



Lady writer

Lady writer on the TV
talks about the Virgin Mary
reminded me of you
expectations left to come up to yeah

Lady writer on the TV
yeah, she had another quality
the way you used to look
and I know you never read a book

Just the way that her hair fell down around her face
then I recall my fall from grace
another time, another place

Lady writer on the TV
she had all the brains and the beauty
the picture does not fit
you talked to me when you felt like it

Just the way that her hair fell down around her face
then I recall my fall from grace
another time, another place

Yes and your rich old man
you know he'd call her a dead ringer
you got the same command
plus you mother was a jazz singer

Just the way that her hair fell down around her face
then I recall my fall from grace
another time, another place

Lady writer on the TV
she knew all about a history
you couldn't hardly write your name
I think I want you just the same as the

Lady writer on the TV
talking about the Virgin Mary
yeah you know I'm talking about you and me
and the lady writer on the TV
lady writer on the TV
talking about the Virgin Mary
yeah you know I'm talking about you and me
and the lady writer on the TV



Where do you think you're going

Where do you think you're going
don't you know it's dark outside
where do you think you're going
don't you care about my pride
where do you think you're going
I think that you don't know
you got no way of knowing
there's really no place you can go

I understand your changes
how long before you reach the door
I know where you think you're going
I know what you came here for
and now I'm sick of joking
you know I like you to be free
where do you think you're going
I think you'd better go with me, girl

You say there is no reason
but you still find cause to doubt me
if you ain't with me girl
you're gonna be without me

Where do you think you're going
don't you know it's dark outside
where do you think you're going
don't you care about my pride
and now I'm sick of joking
you know I like you to be free
where do you think you're going
I think you'd better go with me, girl



Tunnel of love

Getting crazy on the waltzers
but it's the life that I choose
yeah
sing about the sixblade sing about the switchback
and a torture tattoo
and I've been riding on a ghost train
where the cars they scream and slam
and I don't know where I'll be tonight
but I'd always tell you where I am

In a screaming ring of faces
I've seen her standing in the light
she had a ticket for the races
yeah
just like me she was a victim of the night
I put a hand upon the lever
said let it rock and let it roll
I had the one arm bandit fever
there was an arrow through my heart and my soul

And the big wheel keep on turning
neon burning up above
and I'm just high on the world
come on and take a low ride with me girl
on the tunnel of love
yeah
love

It's just the danger
when you're riding at your own risk
she said you are the perfect stranger
she said "baby let's keep it like this"
it's just a cake walk
twisting baby step right up and say
"hey mister give me two give me two now"
'cause any two can play

And the big wheel keep on turning
neon burning up above
and I'm just high on the world
come on and take a low ride with me girl
on the tunnel of love
oh
love

Well it's been money for muscle
another whirligig
money for muscle and another girl I dig
another hustle just to make it big
and rockaway rockaway
oh
rockaway rockaway

And girl it looks so pretty to me
like it always did
oh like the spanish city to me
when we were kids
girl it looks so pretty to me
just like it always did
oh like the spanish city to me
when we were kids

She took off a silver locket
she said remember me by this
she put her hand in my pocket
I got a keepsake and a kiss
and in the roar of the dust and diesel
I stood and watched her walk away
I could have caught up with her easy enough
but something must have made me stay

And the big wheel keep on turning
neon burning up above
and i'm just high on the world
come on and take a low ride with me girl
on the tunnel of love
yeah
love
on the tunnel of love
oh
love

And now I'm searching through these carousels and the carnival arcades
searching everywhere from steeplechase to palisades
in any shooting gallery where promises are made
to rockaway rockaway
rockaway rockaway
from cullercoats and whitley bay
out to rockaway

And girl it looks so pretty to me
like it always did
like the spanish city to me
when we were kids
girl it looks so pretty to me
like it always did
like the spanish city to me
when we were kids




Sultans of swing

You get a shiver in the dark
it's raining in the park but meantime
south of the river you stop and you hold everything
a band is blowing dixie double four time
you feel all right when you hear that music ring

You step inside but you don't see too many faces
coming in out of the rain to hear the jazz go down
too much competition too many other places
but not too many horns can make that sound
way on downsouth
way on downsouth London town

You check out guitar George
he knows all the chords
mind hes strictly rhythm he doesn't want to make it cry or sing
and an old guitar is all he can afford
when he gets up under the lights to play his thing

And Harry doesn't mind if he doesn't make the scene
he's got a daytime job he's doing alright
he can play honky tonk just like anything
saving it up for friday night
with the sultans
with the sultans of swing

And a crowd of young boys they're fooling around in the corner
drunk and dressed in their best brown baggies and their platform soles
they don't give a damn about any trumpet playing band
it ain't what they call rock and roll
and the sultans
yeah the sultans play creole
creole

And then the man he steps right up to the microphone
and says at last just as the time bell rings
goodnight now it's time to go home
and he makes it fast with one more thing
we are the sultans
we are the sultans of swing