44 years ago today
Joy Division have their last concert at the University of Birmingham, May 2, 1980, two weeks before the death of singer Ian Curtis
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Confusion in her eyes that says it all
She's lost control
And she's clinging to the nearest passerby
She's lost control
And she gave away the secrets of her past
And said, "I've lost control again"
And to the voice that told her when and where to act
She said, "I've lost control again”
And she turned around and took me by the hand
And said, "I've lost control again"
And how I'll never know just why or understand
She said, "I've lost control again"
And she screamed out, kicking on her side
And said, "I've lost control again"
And seized up on the floor, I thought she'd die
She said, "I've lost control”
She's lost control again
She's lost control
She's lost control again
She's lost control
That I had to phone her friend to state my case
And say she's lost control again
And she showed up all the errors and mistakes
And said, "I've lost control again"
And she expressed herself in many different ways
Until she lost control again
And walked upon the edge of no escape
And laughed, "I've lost control”
She's lost control again
She's lost control
She's lost control again
She's lost control
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Se sulla carta sembra il tipo giusto per me, allora non è il tipo giusto per me.
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Sole sopra le cupole
Spazio, ci vuole spazio, sai
Per la stabilità dei nostri corpi
Riparati al fresco dei musei
Da lontano il minareto luccica
Nelle case popolari desideri millenari
Restiamo insieme finché dura
Prendi bene la misura
È solo sesso e architettura
Scava dentro me
Metti da parte la paura
Vivi in fondo l'avventura
È solo sesso e architettura
Adesso sciogli i tuoi capelli
Capitelli di barocco
Persi dentro lo scirocco
Che soffia contro le nuvole
Ombre sulla tonnara noi
Nei tuoi occhi antiche simmetrie
Sul mio muro l'edera s'arrampica
Nei palazzi nobiliari desideri primordiali
Restiamo insieme finché dura
Prendi bene la misura
È solo sesso e architettura
Scava dentro me
Metti da parte la paura
Vivi in fondo l'avventura
È solo sesso e architettura
Adesso sciogli i tuoi capelli
Capitelli di barocco
Persi dentro lo scirocco
Tra le colonne ci siamo persi poi
Tu coi tuoi progetti
Io ho cambiato prospettiva
Restiamo insieme finché dura
È solo sesso e architettura
Adesso sciogli i tuoi capelli
Capitelli di barocco
Persi dentro lo scirocco
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Guido Ceronetti
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“The idea of the title ['Starburster'] is about embracing the necessary delusion in terms of how to function [in everyday life]. I imagine it as a world within a snow globe, that you can slip into like a warm bath, but within that world is all the madness and the hysteria. It's about embracing that.”
“This album is about my fascination with falling in love at the end of the world: the album is about protecting that tiny flame. The bigger armageddon looms, the more precious it becomes.”
“We’ve always had this sense of idealism and romance. Each album gets further away from observing that through the lens of Ireland, as directly as ‘Dogrel‘. The second album is about that detachment, and the third is about Irishness dislocated in the diaspora. Now we look to where and what else there is to be romantic about.”
Fontaines D.C. - Romance (2024)
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FDC NATION HOW WE FEELIN’
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Last night I dreamt That somebody loved me No hope, no harm Just another false alarm
Last night I felt Real arms around me No hope, no harm Just another false alarm
So tell me how long Before the last one? And tell me how long Before the right one?
This story is old I know, but it goes on This story is old I know, but it goes on
Goes on And on
Goes on And on
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Won’t somebody help me chase the shadows away?
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CHARLES MARC HERVÉ PERCEVAL LECLERC THE DRIVER THAT YOU ARE
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I. The Burial of the Dead
April is the cruellest month, breeding Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing Memory and desire, stirring Dull roots with spring rain.
T.S. Eliot, The Waste Land
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Io invece uno l' ho odiato per quanto mi sono sentita usata e l'altro l'ho amato per quanto mi abbia fatto "crescere" e imparare ad amare
Stiamo ancora parlando di ingegneri, amica?
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Narcisisti certi ingegneri. Non tutti
Io non sono razzista, li odio tutti indiscriminatamente.
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Quando odiate un qualcosa di mainstream per il puro gusto di andare controcorrente non siete alternativi, siete soltanto dei poveri stronzi.
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Charles Dickens, from “Great Expectations”
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