Newsgroup: it.cultura.filosofia
Titolo: NG Remix

Guida musicale al Ng, da un'idea di Mr Chips, fatta dalle zampe di un Gatto.
Ricordate che quando parlate con Solania il suo ego è così:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Dq_0wPYFp9A&feature=related
ma è anche un po' così:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WYvJ95FY6OM
Abbiamo anche un tDB:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9NVAqnf8UpE
ricordando che qui c'è sempre un po' di casino:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ioBx9x6grOM
con un Amleto convinto dei suoi punti di vista:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hFGz-t5R0BE
e un Mr. Chips che ha cose da insegnare
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tfqwo73wjVU
ci son pure io ^^
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WpIiPSYho1k

alternative version, il classico
ritornello che si installa nel
cervello:
<<'cause if you're not really here 
then i don't want to be either>>
http://it.youtube.com/watch?v=0qQSW2p1IvE
The fish swam out of the ocean 
and grew legs and they started walking 
and the apes climbed down from the trees 
and grew tall and they started talking 
and the stars fell out of the sky 
and my tears rolled into the ocean 
now i'm looking for a reason why 
you even set my world into motion 
'cause if you're not really here 
then the stars don't even matter 
now i'm filled to the top with fear 
but it's all just a bunch of matter 
'cause if you're not really here 
then i don't want to be either 
i wanna be next to you 
black and gold 
black and gold 
black and gold 
i looked up into the night sky 
and see a thousand eyes staring back 
and all around these golden beacons 
i see nothing but black 
i feel a way of something beyond them 
i don't see what i can feel 
if vision is the only validation 
then most of my life isn't real 
'cause if you're not really here 
then the stars don't even matter 
now i'm filled to the top with fear 
but it's all just a bunch of matter 
'cause if you're not really here 
then i don't want to be either 
i wanna be next to you 
black and gold 
black and gold 
black and gold
-- 
come to 
the Dark Side 
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http://it.youtube.com/watch?v=0qQSW2p1IvE
Ha la linea di basso che ricorda lo ska, ha dei suoni elettronici e 
viene cantata stle pop anni 80.
Che genere č?
Perň mi ha preso... Gatto Dondola la testa...

 Perň mi ha preso... Gatto Dondola la testa...
^__^
(black & gold, black & gold, black & gold)
Non riesco a toglierla dalla testa, 
ora che ho anche il testo e' praticamente
un sottofondo perenne :))
(black & gold, black & gold, black & gold)
All'improvviso vorrei avere un cilindro :)
(black & gold, black & gold, black & gold)
Ciao!
(black & gold, black & gold, black & gold)
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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WpIiPSYho1k
Ti rispondo con questa,che mi sa che puň andare bene per tutti....!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=toHlMD50eYY
....e di seguito,per fare le cose come si deve..ecco il testo!
"Thick As A Brick (Part 1)"
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.
Spin me back down the years and the days of my youth.
Draw the lace and black curtains and shut out the whole truth.
Spin me down the long ages: let them sing the song.
See there! A son is born and we pronounce him fit to fight.
There are black-heads on his shoulders, and he pees himself in the night.
"Thick As A Brick (Part 2)"
LATER.
See there! A man born and we pronounce him fit for peace.
There's a load lifted from his shoulders with the discovery of his disease.
We'll take the child from him
put it to the test
teach it to be a wise man
how to fool the rest.
QUOTE
We will be geared to the average rather than the exceptional
God is an overwhelming responsibility
we walked through the maternity ward and saw 218 babies wearing nylons
cats are on the upgrade
upgrade? Hipgrave. Oh, Mac.
LATER
In the clear white circles of morning wonder,
I take my place with the lord of the hills.
And the blue-eyed soldiers stand slightly discoloured
(in neat little rows) sporting canvas frills.
With their jock-straps pinching, they slouch to attention,
while queueing for sarnies at the office canteen.
Saying: "How's your granny?" and good old Ernie:
he coughed up a tenner on a premium bond win.
The legends (worded in
the ancient tribal hymn)
lie cradled in the seagull's call.
And all the promises they made are ground beneath the sadist's fall.
The poet and the wise man stand behind the gun,
and signal for the crack of dawn.
Light the sun. Light the sun.
Do you believe in the day?
Do you? Believe in the day!
The Dawn Creation of the Kings has begun.
Soft Venus (lonely maiden) brings the ageless one.
Do you believe in the day?
The fading hero has returned to the night
and fully pregnant with the day,
wise men endorse the poet's sight.
Do you believe in the day?
Do you? Believe in the day!
Let me tell you the tales of your life
of your love and the cut of the knife
the tireless oppression, the wisdom instilled
the desire to kill or be killed.
Let me sing of the losers who lie
in the street as the last bus goes by.
The pavements ar empty: the gutters run red
while the fool toasts his god in the sky.
So come all ye young men who are building castles!
Kindly state the time of the year
and join your voices in a hellish chorus.
Mark the precise nature of your fear.
Let me help you pick up your dead
as the sins of the father are fed
with the blood of the fools
and the thoughts of the wise and
from the pan under your bed.
Let me make you a present of song
as the wise man breaks wind and is gone
while the fool with the hour-glass is cooking his goose
and the nursery rhyme winds along.
So! Come all ye young men who are building castles!
Kindly state the time of the year
and join your voices in a hellish chorus.
Mark the precise nature of your fear.
See! The summer lightning casts its bolts upon you
and the hour of judgement draweth near.
Would you be the fool stood in his suit of armour
or the wiser man who rushes clear.
So! Come on ye childhood heroes!
Won't your rise up from the pages of your comic-books
your super-crooks
and show us all the way.
Well! Make your will and testament.
Won't you? Join your local government.
We'll have Superman for president
let Robin save the day.
So! Where the hell was Biggles when you needed him last Saturday?
And where were all the sportsmen who always pulled you through?
They're all resting down in Cornwall writing up their memoirs
for a paper-back edition of the Boy Scout Manual
OF COURSE
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.
Ciao! 

 "Thick As A Brick (Part 1)"
Qui scatta l'analisi del testo... lungo lavoro .. testo lungo :O
Grazie :D

 Cioccolato e vaniglia miscelati?
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Figurati...grazie a te!
Qui c'č una traduzione abbastanza buona del testo,ti lascio il link,magari 
puň essere utile...per me sarebbe piuttosto difficile tradurlo tutto da 
solo!;)
http://www.itullians.com/Lpages/foto/vanzetti/thickas2.htm