Se qualcuno ne conosce uno che fa contrabbassi (sarebbe l’ideale se facesse SOLO contrabbassi ma non si può avere tutto…) potrebbe lasciarmi un commento a questo post.
Il problema non sono riuscito ad indicarlo con precisione: il maestro parla di scollatura, io credo sia legato al puntale che provoca delle strane vibrazioni…
A parte questo: ho trovato (guardare qualche posto in giù per credere) un rara avis…
Smeared black ink.
Your palms are sweaty,
and I’m barely listening
to last demands.
I’m staring at the asphalt wondering
“What’s buried underneath where I am?”
(Where I am)
I’ll wear my badge:
a vinyl sticker with big block letters
adhered to my chest
tells your new friends
“I am a visitor here… I am not permanent.”
And the only thing keeping me dry is…
(Where I am)
You seem so out of context,
in this gaudy apartment complex.
A stranger with your door key,
explaining that I’m just visiting.
And I am finally seeing
why I was the one worth leaving.
Why I was the one worth leaving.
D.C. sleeps alone tonight.
(Where I am)
You seem so out of context
in this gaudy apartment complex.
(Where I am)
A stranger with your door key
explaining that I’m just visiting.
(Where I am)
And I am finally seeing
why I was the one worth leaving.
Why I was the one worth leaving.
(Where I am)
The District sleeps alone tonight
after the bars turn out their lights
(Where I am)
and send the autos swerving
into the loneliest evening.
(Where I am)
And I am finally seeing
why I was the one worth leaving.
why I was the one worth leaving.
why I was the one worth leaving.
why I was the one worth leaving.
Really don't mind if you sit this one out. My words but a whisper -- your deafness a SHOUT. I may make you feel but I can't make you think. Your sperm's in the gutter -- your love's in the sink. So you ride yourselves over the fields and you make all your animal deals and your wise men don't know how it feels to be thick as a brick. And the sand-castle virtues are all swept away in the tidal destruction the moral melee. The elastic retreat rings the close of play as the last wave uncovers the newfangled way. But your new shoes are worn at the heels and your suntan does rapidly peel and your wise men don't know how it feels to be thick as a brick. And the love that I feel is so far away: I'm a bad dream that I just had today -- and you shake your head and say it's a shame.
…lasciando che siano loro a parlare per me…
Tall and tan, and young and lovely
The girl from Ipanema goes walking
And when she passes
Each one she passes goes, aah
When she walks, she’s like a samba
That swings so cool and sways so gentle
That when she passes
Each one she passes goes, aah
Oh, but I watch her so sadly
How can I tell her I love her
Yeah, I would give my heart gladly
But each day when she walks to the sea
She looks straight ahead not at me
Tall and tan, and young and lovely
The girl from Ipanema goes walking
And when she passes
Each one she passes goes, aah
Tall and tan, and young and lovely
The girl from Ipanema goes walking
And when she passes
Each one she passes goes, aah
When she walks, she’s like a samba
That swings so cool and sways so gentle
That when she passes
Each one she passes goes, aah
Oh, but I watch her so sadly
How can I tell her I love her
Yeah, I would give my heart gladly
But each day when she walks to the sea
She looks straight ahead not at me
When she walks, she’s like a samba
That swings so cool and sways so gentle
That when she passes
I smile but she doesn’t see
She doesn’t see
She doesn’t see
She doesn’t see
She doesn’t see
