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Titolo: [OT] Tracy chapman fast car

ma cosa dice alla fine della canzone?
be someone?
-- 
Francesco Rosano
frances...@iaciners.org
www.iaciners.org

 be someone?
(gulp!) nodo di malinconia!
sto invecchiando...
-- 
Giuseppe
 (UFV: The Dreamers - La Leggenda Degli Uomini Straordinari - The Blues: 
  dal Mali al Mississippi - Al di la' della vita (TV) -  A Better Tomorrow 
  (TV) - Elephant -Appuntamento a Belleville- Piccoli Affari Sporchi)

 be someone?
Si.
(almeno credo)
ciao,
bax
-- 
http://bax.blogspot.com
"La somma dell'intelligenza sulla Terra e' costante.
 La popolazione e' in aumento."
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 be someone?
Fast Car
Tracy Chapman
You got a fast car
I want a ticket to anywhere
Maybe we make a deal
Maybe together we can get somewhere
Anyplace is better
Starting from zero got nothing to lose
Maybe we'll make something
But me myself I got nothing to prove
You got a fast car
And I got a plan to get us out of here
I been working at the convenience store
Managed to save just a little bit of money
We won't have to drive too far
Just 'cross the border and into the city
You and I can both get jobs
And finally see what it means to be living
You see my old man's got a problem
He live with the bottle that's the way it is
He says his body's too old for working
I say his body's too young to look like his
My mama went off and left him
She wanted more from life than he could give
I said somebody's got to take care of him
So I quit school and that's what I did
You got a fast car
But is it fast enough so we can fly away
We gotta make a decision
We leave tonight or live and die this way
I remember we were driving driving in your car
The speed so fast I felt like I was drunk
City lights lay out before us
And your arm felt nice wrapped 'round my shoulder
And I had a feeling that I belonged
And I had feeling I could be someone, be someone, be someone
You got a fast car
And we go cruising to entertain ourselves
You still ain't got a job
And I work in a market as a checkout girl
I know things will get better
You'll find work and I'll get promoted
We'll move out of the shelter
Buy a big house and live in the suburbs
You got a fast car
And I got a job that pays all our bills
You stay out drinking late at the bar
See more of your friends than you do of your kids
I'd always hoped for better
Thought maybe together you and me would find it
I got no plans I ain't going nowhere
So take your fast car and keep on driving
You got a fast car
But is it fast enough so you can fly away
You gotta make a decision
You leave tonight or live and die this way
-- 
Plasson

 You leave tonight or live and die this way
si ma dice qualcosa che non è nel testo 
bah!
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 sto invecchiando...
a chi lo dici...ti ricordi il concerto per amnesty con anche gabriel e
springsteen?

 (gulp!) nodo di malinconia!
Eggia'...e Talking about the revolution? Ah, che sospironi.
--
Yes finally the tables are starting to turn

 wrote:
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quello di torino dove c'era anche claudio baglioni che venne sonoramente
fischiato?
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 fischiato?
proprio quello! sai che baglioni l'avevo completamente rimosso??
-- 
"Essere moderni vuol dire affaccendarsi nell'incurabile"
(E. Cioran)


Pochi sono dei signori come Peter Gabriel.
(Gia' parlato in un thread qualche mese fa dell'episodio).

> Pochi sono dei signori come Peter Gabriel.
viene spontaneo postare il testo di uno di quei brani che anche dopo mille
ascolti fa inumidire gli occhi
Six by six -- from wall to wall
Shutters on the windows, no light at all
Damp on the floor you got damp in the bed
They're trying to get you crazy -- get you out of your head
And they feed you scraps and they feed you lies
To lower your defences, no compromise
Nothing you can do, the day can be long
You mind is working overtime, your body's not too strong
Hold on, hold on
Hold on, hold on
Hold on, hold on
They put you in a box so you can't get heard
Let your spirit stay unbroken, may you not be deterred
Hold on
  You have gambled with your own life
  And you face the night alone
  While the builders of the cages
  Sleep with bullets, bars and stone
  They do not see your road to freedom
  That you build with flesh and bone
They take you out and the light burns your eyes
To the talking room -- it's no surprise
Loaded questions from clean white coats
Their eyes are all as hidden as their Hippocratic Oath
They tell you -- how to behave, behave as their guest
You want to resist them, you do your best
They take you to your limits, they take you beyond
For all that they are doing there's no way to respond
Hold on, hold on
They put you in a box so you can't get heard
Let your spirit stay unbroken, may you not be deterred
Hold on
  You have gambled with your own life
  And you face the night alone
  While the builders of the cages
  Sleep with bullets, bars and stone
  They do not see your road to freedom
  That you build with flesh and bone
Though you may disappear, you're not forgotten here
And I will say to you, I will do what I can do
You may disappear, you're not forgotten here
And I will say you you, I will do what I can do
And I will do what I can do
And I will do what I can do
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be someone?
l'unico pezzo bello di TC
Guglielmo.
"You are a liar and a thief"
"I only lied when I said I wasn't a thief, but I don't do that anymore,"
"Steal?"
"Lie"
"You know what's the problem with you?"
"I only have one?"
"You've met too many people like you. I'm with Terry now."
"Does he make you laugh?"
"He doesn't make me cry."

 
e vogliamo forse dimenticarci di Sting, e Youssun D... ?
Presente in prima fila per tutte le otto ore...una grande fatica ma 
un'esperienza indimenticabile......aaaaaaahhh beata gioventů!