Lick it up !!

KISS

I want more !! Some people get high, oh I don't know... I want more !!

Sisters of Mercy

O legenda vie a muzicii italiene :

Adriano Celentano - IL tempo Se Ne Va

I came for you

Manfred Mann

Pentru March, Adriano Celentano

IL tempo se ne va

Pentru voi: Breaking the law

Judas Priest

Oye como va

Santana live

Light my fire

The Doors

Wish you were here

Pink Floyd

Hotel California

Eagles

With a little help from my friends

Joe Cocker

Pentru iubitorii de chitara clasica , un mare chitarist :

Francisco Goya - Bésame mucho

Yma Sumac

Pachamama

Nu-i Oldie, dar mi-a placut azi

Pull me under - Dream Theater


Dream On

Aerosmith

I want you to want me

Cheap Trick

Suzie Q

Creedence Clearwater Revivle



48 Crash

Suzi Quatro

Roxanne

The Police

She's fresh, excited...

Kool and the Gang

Boieruuuu...??

Jos palaria prietene Cla !!
mare satisfactie mi-ai ingaduit....

Paese mio che stai sulla collina,
disteso come un vecchio addormentato;
la noia, l'abbandono, il niente
son la tua malattia,
paese mio ti lascio, io vado via.


Che sara`, che sara`, che sara`
che sara` della mia vita, chi lo sa!
So far tutto, o forse niente,
da domani si vedra`
che sara`, sara` quel che sara`.

Gli amici miei son quasi tutti via,
e gli altri partiranno dopo me,
peccato, perche` stavo bene
in loro compagnia
ma tutto passa, tutto se ne va.

Che sara`, che sara`, che sara`
che sara` della mia vita, chi lo sa!
Con me porto la chitarra,
e se la notte piangero`

una nenia di paese suonero`.

Amore mio ti bacio sulla bocca
che fu la fonte del mio primo amore,
ti do l'appuntamento,
come quando non lo so,
ma so soltanto che ritornero`.


Che sara`, che sara`, che sara`
che sara` della mia vita, chi lo sa!
Con me porto la chitarra,
e se la notte piangero`
una nenia di paese suonero`.


Che sara`, che sara`, che sara`
che sara` della mia vita, chi lo sa

Bai...eu nu stiu daca am zis, dar acuma iubesc..
..iubirea e o stare a spiritului care merge struna (ce mai imagine ??) cu muzica despre care vorbim aici..

..eu traiesc altfel tot ce se pune pe acest topic..ceva mai intens si mai la superlativ.
...cred ca ar trebui sa ma rusinez sau sa "am decenta" sa nu fac astfel de lucruri publice..
...pentru ca ele tin de o anumita intimitate..Dar eu asta sunt..si nu pot face altfel.

...si vorba lui Toparceanu: "cugetare: amorul e un lucru foarte mare!!"

ok.....
as vrea ca toata lumea sa iubeasca...
vremurile ar deveni brusc mai insorite si mai bune..



...octombrie 1962...
criza cubaneza...sovieticii trimit un convoi cu rachete balistice ce trebuiau amplasate in Cuba..
americanii intercepteaza convoiul si il blocheaza..totul devine doar o chestiune de apasare pe tragaci.
se scurg secunde, minute, ore, apasatoare si grele...

suntem in pragul unui razboi mondial nuclear..
niciodata pana in ziua de azi omenirea nu a fost mai aproape de un dezastru atomic ca in acele clipe.

in aceasta fundamentala situatie Bob Dylan scrie cantecul sau

A Hard Rain's A-Gonna Fall


Oh, what did you see, my blue eyed son ?
And what did you see, my darling young one ?
I saw a newborn baby with wild wolves all around it
I saw a highway of diamonds with nobody on it
I saw a black branch with blood that kept drippin'
I saw a room full of men with their hammers a-bleedin'
I saw a white ladder all covered with water
I saw ten thousand takers whose tongues were all broken
I saw guns and sharp swords in the hands of young children
And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, and it's a hard
It's a hard rain's a-gonna fall.


And what did you hear, my blue-eyed son ?
And what did you hear, my darling young one ?
I heard the sound of a thunder, it roared out a warnin'
I heard the roar of a wave that could drown the whole world
I heard one hundred drummers whose hands were a-blazin'
I heard ten thousand whisperin' and nobody listenin'
I heard one person starve, I heard many people laughin'
Heard the song of a poet who died in the gutter
Heard the sound of a clown who cried in the alley
And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard
And it's a hard rain's a-gonna fall.

Oh, who did you meet my blue-eyed son ?
Who did you meet, my darling young one ?
I met a young child beside a dead pony
I met a white man who walked a black dog
I met a young woman whose body was burning
I met a young girl, she gave me a rainbow
I met one man who was wounded in love
I met another man who was wounded and hatred
And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard
And it's a hard rain's a-gonna fall.

And what'll you do now, my blue-eyed son ?
And what'll you do now my darling young one ?
I'm a-goin' back out 'fore the rain starts a-fallin'
I'll walk to the deepths of the deepest black forest
Where the people are a many and their hands are all empty
Where the pellets of poison are flooding their waters
Where the home in the valley meets the damp dirty prison
Where the executioner's face is always well hidden
Where hunger is ugly, where souls are forgotten
Where black is the color, where none is the number
And I'll tell and think it and speak it and breathe it
And reflect it from the mountain so all souls can see it
Then I'll stand on the ocean until I start sinkin'
But I'll know my songs well before I start singin'
And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, and it's a hard
It's a hard rain's a-gonna fall.

Boby spune ca acest track contine in el cateva zeci de proiecte ale altor melodii pe care le avea in cap.
s-a temut ca nu va mai apuca sa le scrie, asa ca le-a plasat pe toate intr-o singura piesa.

Cantecul care urmeaza este unanim recunoscut ca fiind cel mai bun cantec de protest vreodata compus

pe aceasta planeta and elsewhere...


E O PLOAIE GREA CE STA SA CADA....sau altfel spus:

Si tu mie multe, Dude
Come on !!

Ce frumos... ....

Wild thing, you make my heart sing...

The Troggs

Nu-i Oldie, dar bun.

Starlight

Gotthard

Yves Montand - A Paris

Frumos cantec pentru un frumos oras.

***


Joe Cocker & Adriano Celentano - HIGH TIME WE WENT

Cla

The Rolling Stones - LADY JANE

My sweet Lady Jane
When I see you again
Your servant am I
And will humbly remain


Just heed this plea my love
On bended knees my love
I pledge myself to Lady Jane


My dear Lady Anne
I've done what I can
I must take my leave
For promised I am
This play is run my love

Your time has come my love
I've pledged my troth to Lady Jane


Oh my sweet Marie
I wait at your ease
The sands have run out
For your lady and me


Wedlock is nigh my love
Her station's right my love
Life is secure with Lady Jane

I've got a bike
You can ride it if you like
It's got a basket
A bell that rings
And things to make it look good
I'd give it to you if I could
But I borrowed it

You're the kind of girl that fits in with my world
I'll give you anything
Everything if you want things

It was the first day of July;
no wind breathed in the sky
when a pin-striped suit
saw that the Institute of Mental Health was burning.

He stood upon the corner
where the sun was warmer...
looking across the street,
he moved the shackles on his feet
as the Institute was burning.

Flames were roaring, singing like a thunderstorm;
smoke was pouring straight up to the sky;
windows smashing, Gothic doors and lintels fall;
timbers crashing and we both know why.

Nobody else came by to stare;
you see, they didn't really care.
Can't call the fire brigade -
none of them had been paid
and so the Institute was burning.

Throughout the city, people say it isn't pretty,
everyone agrees, and everyone feels glad;
doctored brains celebrate and everyone waves their chains...
It's a pity they're all mad.

The Institute of Mental Health
spontaneously killed itself.
Ashes to ashes
and dust to dust:
my chains began to rust
as the Institute was burning, burning, burning.

Windin' your way down on Baker Street
Light in your head and dead on your feet
Well another crazy day
You'll drink the night away
And forget about everything
This city desert makes you feel so cold.
It's got so many people but it's got no soul
And it's taking you so long
To find out you were wrong
When you thought it had everything

You used to think that it was so easy
You used to say that it was so easy
But you're tryin'
You're tryin' now
Another year and then you'll be happy
Just one more year and then you'll be happy
But you're cryin'
You're cryin' now

Way down the street there's a lad in his place
He opens the door he's got that look on his face
And he asks you where you've been
You tell him who you've seen
And you talk about anything

He's got this dream about buyin' some land
He's gonna give up the booze and the one night stands
And then he'll settle down there's a quiet little town
And forget about everything

But you know he'll always keep movin'
You know he's never gonna stop movin
Cus he's rollin'
He's the rollin' stone

And when you wake up it's a new mornin'
The sun is shinin' it's a new morning
You're goin'
You're goin' home.

Well, come on all of you, big strong men,
Uncle Sam needs your help again.
He's got himself in a terrible jam
Way down yonder in Vietnam
So put down your books and pick up a gun,
We're gonna have a whole lotta fun.

And it's one, two, three,
What are we fighting for ?
Don't ask me, I don't give a damn,
Next stop is Vietnam;

Intr-o zi, pe inserat,
Ce sa vezi?
Ne-am apucat,
Doi parinti si doi copii,
Din Cartea cu jucarii
,Sa mintim, sa povestim
Ce-am stiut si ce nu stim,
Si ne-am asternut pe scris.
Ochii ni s-au cam inchis,
Mana ne-a cam amortit
Si-a iesit ce a iesit.

Am citit in adunare
Ce scrisese fiecare,
Si din toate, vrea nu vrea,
S-a ales povestea mea.

Wicked Josie rode away
In the sunset covered sky
A lynching mob had strung his friend up
Right before his eyes
He didn't know what they'd both done
He sure as hell would end up one
A hot tin notch on the sheriff's gun
If he didn't move on
Get out of here

The sheriff followed Josie's journey
From Kansas in the West
He said he'd put a bullet right
Through poor old Josie's chest
But Josie wasn't like the rest
He don't like bullet holes in his vest
In fact he'd do his very best
Don't want any arrest
Don't want to be the guest
Of the sheriff

The nights got so damned cold
He couldn't stand the pace
He looked again for sheriff's men
But couldn't see the chase
Josie found a nice warm place
But then the sheriff solved the case
Hoped to find Josie's face
And said lookie here...

Sheriff rode him into town
With Josie look inside
He didn't know about the six-gun
Wicked Josie had
Then Josie drew his gun real fast
Gave the sheriff one big blast
And Josie was a song at last
A legend from the past
Nobody ever messed with the sheriff

There are unsmiling faces in fetters and chains
On a wheel of perpetual motion
Who belong to all races and answer all names
With no show of outward emotion

And they think it will make their lives easier
But the doorway before them is barred
And the game never ends when your whole world depends
On the turn of a friendly card
No the game never ends when your whole world depends
On the turn of a friendly card

My girl, my girl, don't lie to me
Tell me where did you sleep last night

In the pines, in the pines
Where the sun don't ever shine
I would shiver the whole night through

My girl, my girl, where will you go
I'm going where the cold wind blows
In the pines in the pines
where the sun don't ever shine
I would shiver the whole night through

Tom Sawyer

Rush

Silent Lucidity

Queensryche

Cand firul de iarba se-ndreapta in roua
Si noaptea roteste-n ogor fara vis
Cand raza de soare pe frunte-ti coboara
La ceasul acela departe voi fi.

Cand vantul de seara in drum 'ti va abate
Frunze de mar ratacite de mult
Cand soarele drumul spre noapte-l strabate
La ceasul acela din gand te-am pierdut.

Cand toamna ascunsa-si descreste amintirea
Si ploaia roteste-n carari cenusii
Cand lemnul aprins iti albeste privirea
La ceasul acela departe voi fi.



Vant De Seara - Marcela Saftiuc

Stepan Project

"Cross-Eyed Mary"



Who would be a poor man, a beggarman, a thief --
if he had a rich man in his hand.
And who would steal the candy
from a laughing baby's mouth
if he could take it from the money man.
Cross-eyed Mary goes jumping in again.
She signs no contract
but she always plays the game.
Dines in Hampstead village
on expense accounted gruel,
and the jack-knife barber drops her off at school.
Laughing in the playground -- gets no kicks from little boys:
would rather make it with a letching grey.
Or maybe her attention is drawn by Aqualung,
who watches through the railings as they play.
Cross-eyed Mary finds it hard to get along.
She's a poor man's rich girl
and she'll do it for a song.
She's a rich man stealer
but her favour's good and strong:
She's the Robin Hood of Highgate --
helps the poor man get along.

You've done it all, you've broken every code
And pulled the Rebel to the floor
You spoilt the game, no matter what you say
For only metal, what a bore
Blue eyes, blue eyes, how come you tell so many lies

Come up and see me, make me smile
Or do what you want, running wild

There's nothing left, all gone and run away
Maybe you'll tarry for a while
It's just a test, a game for us to play
Win or lose, it's hard to smile
Resist, resist, it's from yourself you have to hide

Come up and see me, to make me smile
Or do what you want, running wild

There ain't no more, you've taken everthing
From my belief in Mother Earth
How can you ignore my faith in everything
Coz I know what Faith is and what it's worth
Away, away, and don't say maybe you'll try

Out on the wiley, windy moors
We'd roll and fall in green.
You had a temper like my jealousy:
Too hot, too greedy.
How could you leave me,
When I needed to possess you?
I hated you. I loved you, too.
Bad dreams in the night.
They told me I was going to lose the fight,
Leave behind my wuthering, wuthering
Wuthering Heights.
Heathcliff, it's me-- I'm Cathy.
I've come home now so cold!
Let me in-a-your window.
Heathcliff, it's me-- I'm Cathy.
I've come home now so cold!
Let me in-a-your window.
Ooh, it gets dark! It gets lonely,
On the other side from you.

You talk like Marlene Dietrich
And you dance like Zizi Jeanmaire
Your clothes are all made by Balmain
And there's diamonds and pearls in your hair

You live in a fancy apartment
Of the Boulevard of St Michel
Where you keep your Rolling Stones records
And a friend of Sacha Distel

You go to the embassy parties
Where you talk in Russian and Greek
And the young men who move in your circle
They hang on every word you speak, yes I do

But where do you go to my lovely
When you're alone in your bed
Tell me the thoughts that surround you
I want to look inside your head, yes I do

I've seen all your qualifications
You got from the Sorbonne
And the painting you stole from Picasso
Your loveliness goes on and on, yes it does

When you go on your summer vacation
You go to Juan-les-Pines
With your carefully designed topless swimsuit
You get an even suntan, on your back and on your legs
When the snow falls you're found in St Moritz
With the others of the jet-set
And you sip your Napoleon Brandy
But you never get your lips wet

It's just another manic Monday
I wish it was Sunday
'Cause that's my funday
My I don't have to runday
It's just another manic Monday

Have to catch an early train
Got to be to work by nine
And if I had an air-o-plane
I still couldn't make it on time
'Cause it takes me so long
Just to figure out what I'm gonna wear
Blame it on the train
But the boss is already there

All of the nights
Why did my lover have to pick last night
To get down
Doesn't it matter
That I have to feed the both of us
Employment's down
He tells me in his bedroom voice
C'mon honey, let's go make some noise
Time it goes so fast
When you're having fun

Have you seen the old man
In the closed-down market
Kicking up the paper,
with his worn out shoes?
In his eyes you see no pride
Hand held loosely at his side
Yesterday's paper telling yesterday's news

So how can you tell me you're lonely,
And say for you that the sun don't shine?
Let me take you by the hand and lead you through the streets of London
I'll show you something to make you change your mind

Have you seen the old girl
Who walks the streets of London
Dirt in her hair and her clothes in rags?
She's no time for talking,
She just keeps right on walking
Carrying her home in two carrier bags.

Chorus

In the all night cafe
At a quarter past eleven,
Same old man is sitting there on his own
Looking at the world
Over the rim of his tea-cup,
Each tea last an hour
Then he wanders home alone

Chorus

And have you seen the old man
Outside the seaman's mission
Memory fading with
The medal ribbons that he wears.
In our winter city,
The rain cries a little pity
For one more forgotten hero
And a world that doesn't care

Chorus

I was dreaming of the past,
And my heart was beating fast.
I began to lose control,
I began to lose control.
I didn't mean to hurt you.
I'm sorry that I made you cry.
Oh no, I didn't mean to hurt you.
I'm just a jealous guy.

I was feeling insecure you might not love me anymore.
I was shivering inside,
I was shivering inside.
I didn't mean...

I was trying to catch your eyes,
though that you was trying to hide.
I was swallowing my pain,
I was swallowing my pain.
I didn't mean...

There comes a time when we need a certain call
When the world must come together as one
There are people dying
Oh, and it's time to lend a hand to life
The greatest gift of all

We can't go on pretending day by day
That someone, somehow will soon make a change
We're all a part of God's great big family
And the truth - you know love is all we need


We are the world, we are the children
We are the ones who make a brighter day
so let's start giving
There's a choice we're making
We're saving our own lives
It's true we'll make a better day
Just you and me

Well, send'em you your heart
So they know that someone cares
And their lives will be stronger and free
As God has shown us
By turning stone to bread
And so we all must lend a helping hand

When you're down and out
There seems no hope at all
But if you just believe
There's no way we can fall
Well, well, well, let's realïze
That one change can only come
When we stand together as one

Got stars in his eyes

Foreigner - Juke box hero