Newsgroup: it.arti.musica.metal
Titolo: Sul rock e i suoi significati

What is rock!?
Rock is the area between the balls
and the anus of a dog or of a man.
What is rock!?
Rock is the possibility of choking on your own vomit
in the back of a rapists van.
What is rock!?
Denim-clad Satanists making love
in the sewers of Birmingham during Maggie Thatcher's prime.
What is rock!?
Rock is meeting the Grim Reaper
in a sports arena stampede at the tender age of nine.
We keep on truckin', why oh why.
Spreading like cancer, my oh my.
What is rock!?
Backwards messages to boys and girls
to bring machine guns to their schools.
What is rock!?
No I'm not talking about canadian producer
and "fifth Metallica" Bob Rock, you fool.
What is rock!?
Old AC/DC? Cleveland, Ohio?
Basically it's harder, heavier,
and slightly more blues-based than pop.
What is rock!?
Historians keep nagging about Funhouse,
but me, I think Kill City's where it's at.
After decades of indie and house.
Six cats from oslo killed the mouse.
We saved rock 'n' roll . All on our own.
Enforced the toll on rock 'n' roll.
We saved rock 'n' roll .
With our bare hands.
We saved that goddamned rock 'n' roll.
So SKÅL!
But it ain't for free.
We got a crew, they're our employees.
They need to be catered, they got their own nice bus.
They've got worthy lives thanks to us.
Endless wait at the airport to pick up my bags.
Feeling so tired I could lay down and die.
Rune's walking on-stage and plays the wrong chord.
The roadies are laughing so hard they're wiping their eyes.
Many of them skilled musicians.
Multi-racial and tattooed.
But we're the main attraction, goddammit!
Those guys ain't got a clue.
After the show, sometimes we fraternize.
Together in the dark back lounge.
Pat each other shoulders, try to groove on a feeling.
Digging the old school sounds.
We ride and ride into the night.
And the temperatures getting hot.
But somehow the chemistry's never right.
Because we're doing blow.
And they smoke pot.
We saved rock 'n' roll.
All on our own.
Enforced the toll on rock 'n' roll.
We saved rock 'n' roll.
With our bare hands.
We saved the goddamned rock 'n' roll.
Where do we go from here? What can we do?
We can go left . We can go right.
Or you can go down on me.
What are we doing here? What's important in life?
My generation? My wife?
Wow!
What is rock!? I don't care!!!
Where is the cash? Where is the cash?
The money, the money, the money money money.
The money, the money, the money money money.
The money, the money, the money money money.
The money, the money, the money money money.
....
Credo vada saputo, per cessare le diatribe.
Niccolo'.

 Credo vada saputo, per cessare le diatribe.
Per cortesia, non cominciamo a fare post copiando semplicemente pari pari 
dei testi come va di moda per esempio su iamr...uno li reperisce dove vuole 
per conto suo se li vuole leggere, non mi pare difficile :-)
Poi testi cazzata come quello li'...che puo' scrivere chiunque, non vedo la 
genialita', non sono di nuovo i primi che scherzano (o meno) sul classico 
discorso "passione per la musica/soldi etc.".
--
Alessio "The Sentinel"

 discorso "passione per la musica/soldi etc.".
I testi dei Turbonegro sono, e di parecchio, i migliori di tutta la 
storia del rock. Tu non puoi comprendere, ahime'.
Niccolo'.

 del rock.
Ok ok, continua pure la farsa (perche' spero bene che in fondo non tu ci 
creda davvero nemmeno te...) se la trovi divertente...per fortuna l'opinione 
comune non e' certo questa, anche perche' i T sono giustamente un gruppetto 
"culto" o quasi, per pochi "poser" e fondamentalmente "anti-metal" 
nell'ambiente degli appassionati di hard/metal, gente che crede che la 
genialita' sia nel distinguersi un attimo dalla massa e in volgarita' 
assortite (tra l'altro gia' enunciate in ogni modo decenni prima da altre 
band/artisti noti a tutti credo, e con molta piu' classe in quei casi tra 
l'altro).
--
Alessio "The Sentinel"