But Not For Me

 

 

Fonte: Youtube

 

 

” But not for me “

 

They’re writing songs of love, but not for me.

A lucky star’s above, but not for me.

With love to lead the way

I’ve found more clouds of grey

than any Russian play could guarantee.

I was a fool to fall and get that way;

Heigh-ho! Alas! And also, lack-a-day!

Although I can’t dismiss the mem’ry of her kiss,

I guess she’s not for me.

 

– Chet Baker –

 

 

 

Pubblicità

One

Fonte: Youtube

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One”

I can’t remember anything

Can’t tell if this is true or dream

Deep down inside I feel to scream

This terrible silence stops me

Now that the war is through with me

I’m waking up, I cannot see

That there is not much left of me

Nothing is real but pain now

Hold my breath as I wish for death

Oh please God, wake me

Back in the womb it’s much too real

In pumps life that I must feel

But can’t look forward to reveal

Look to the time when I’ll live

Fed through the tube that sticks in me

Just like a wartime novelty

Tied to machines that make me be

Cut this life off from me

Hold my breath as I wish for death

Oh please God, wake me

Now the world is gone, I’m just one

Oh God help me

Hold my breath as I wish for death

Oh please God, help me

Darkness imprisoning me

All that I see

Absolute horror

I cannot live

I cannot die

Trapped in myself

Body my holding cell

Landmine has taken my sight

Taken my speech

Taken my hearing

Taken my arms

Taken my legs

Taken my soul

Left me with life in hell.

– Metallica –

Parodie d’autore


Dal web

Qualcuno lo ricorderà, soprattutto – o forse solo – per le sue parodie. Lui è “Weird Al” Yankovic, americano di nascita, comico e musicista poliedrico. Ma anche scrittore.


“Weird Al” Yankovic, pseudonimo di Alfred Matthew Yankovic (Downey23 ottobre 1959), è un cantautorefisarmonicistaattore e comico statunitense.

Ha registrato la sua prima parodia nel 1976, ha venduto più di 12 milioni di album (a partire dal 2007), ha registrato più di 150 brani fra parodie e canzoni originali, ed ha eseguito oltre 1.000 spettacoli dal vivo. Le sue opere gli hanno fatto guadagnare cinque Grammy Awards e altre undici nomination, quattro dischi d’oro e sei dischi di platino negli Stati Uniti. Il suo ultimo album, Mandatory Fun (2014), è diventato il suo album con più vendite durante la prima settimana di debutto.

Il successo di Yankovic deriva in parte dal suo uso efficace dei video musicali per parodizzare ulteriormente la cultura popolare, l’artista originale della canzone e i video musicali originali stessi, scena per scena in alcuni casi. In seguito ha diretto se stesso video e ha continuato a dirigere altri artisti, tra cui Ben FoldsHansonThe Black Crowes e The Presidents of the United States of America. Con il declino della televisione musicale e l’inizio dei social media, Yankovic ha usato YouTube e altri siti di video per pubblicare i suoi video; questa strategia si è rivelata efficace, contribuendo ad aumentare le vendite dei suoi album successivi, incluso Mandatory Fun. Yankovic ha dichiarato che potrebbe rinunciare agli album tradizionali a favore di uscite tempestive di singoli ed EP a seguito di questo successo.

Oltre a registrare i suoi album, Yankovic ha scritto e recitato nel film UHF (1989) e nella serie televisiva The Weird Al Show (1997). Ha anche fatto apparizioni come ospite o come cameo e ha recitato in molti spettacoli televisivi e contenuti web video, oltre a recitare negli speciali di Al TV su MTV. Ha anche scritto due libri per bambini, When I Grow Up e My New Teacher and Me!


Fin qui la pagina che Wikipedia ha dedicato a lui.

Da qui, a parlare sarà il suo genio di musicista parodista.


Fonte: Youtube

“Eat It”

How come you’re always such a fussy young man
Don’t want no Captain Crunch, don’t want no Raisin Bran
Well, don’t you know that other kids are starving in Japan
So eat it, just eat it

Don’t wanna argue, I don’t wanna debate
Don’t wanna hear about what kind of food you hate
You won’t get no dessert ‘til you clean off your plate
So eat it

Don’t you tell me you’re full

Just eat it, eat it, eat it, eat it
Get yourself an egg and beat it
Have some more chicken, have some more pie
It doesn’t matter if it’s boiled or fried

Just eat it, eat it, just eat it, eat it
Just eat it, eat it, just eat it, eat it, ooh

Your table manners are a cryin’ shame
You’re playin’ with your food, this ain’t some kind of game
Now, if you starve to death, you’ll just have yourself to blame
So eat it, just eat it

You better listen, better do what you’re told
You haven’t even touched your tuna casserole
You better chow down or it’s gonna get cold
So eat it

I don’t care if you’re full
Just eat it, eat it, eat it, eat it
Open up your mouth and feed it
Have some more yogurt, have some more spam
It doesn’t matter if it’s fresh or canned

Just eat it, eat it, eat it, eat it
Don’t you make me repeat it
Have a banana, have a whole bunch
It doesn’t matter what you had for lunch

Just eat it, eat it, eat it, eat it
Eat it, eat it, eat it, eat it

Eat it, eat it, eat it, eat it
If it’s gettin’ cold, reheat it
Have a big dinner, have a light snack
If you don’t like it, you can’t send it back

Just eat it, eat it, eat it, eat it
Get yourself an egg and beat it (oh lord)
Have some more chicken, have some more pie
It doesn’t matter if it’s boiled or fried

Just eat it, eat it, eat it, eat it
Don’t you make me repeat it (oh no)
Have a banana, have a whole bunch
It doesn’t matter what you had for lunch
Just eat it, eat it, eat it, eat it


Fonte: Youtube

“Like a surgeon”

I finally made it through med school
Somehow I made it through
I’m just an intern
I still make a mistake or two
I was last in my class
Barely passed at the institute
Now I’m trying to avoid, yeah I’m trying to avoid
A malpractice suit

Hey, like a surgeon
Cuttin’ for the very first time
Like a surgeon
Organ transplants are my line

Better give me all your gauze, nurse
This patient’s fading fast
Complications have set in
Don’t know how long he’ll last
Let me see that I.V
Here we go time to operate
I’ll pull his insides out, pull his insides out
And see what he ate

Like a surgeon, hey
Cuttin’ for the very first time
Like a surgeon
Here’s a waiver for you to sign
Woe, woe, woe

It’s a fact I’m a quack
The disgrace of the A.M.A
Cause my patients die, yah my patients die
Before they can pay

Like a surgeon, hey
Cuttin’ for the very first time
Like a surgeon
Got your kidneys on my mind

Like a surgeon, ooh like a surgeon
When I reach inside
With my scalpel, and my forceps, and re-tractors
Oh oh, oh oh, woe, oh
Ooh baby, yeah
I can hear your heartbeat
For the very last time


Fonte: Youtube

“Smells Like Nirvana”

What is this song all about?
Can’t figure any lyrics out
How do the words to it go?
I wish you’d tell me, I don’t know
Don’t know, don’t know, don’t know, oh no
Don’t know, don’t know, don’t know…

Now I’m mumblin’ and I’m screamin’
And I don’t know what I’m singin’
Crank the volume, ears are bleedin’
I still don’t know what I’m singin’
We’re so loud and incoherent
Boy, this oughta bug your parents
Yeah

It’s unintel-ligible
I just can’t get it through my skull
It’s hard to bargle nawdle zouss(?)
With all these marbles in my mouth
Don’t know, don’t know, don’t know, oh no
Don’t know, don’t know, don’t know…

Well, we don’t sound like Madonna
Here we are now, we’re Nirvana
Sing distinctly? We don’t wanna
Buy our album, we’re Nirvana
A garage band from Seattle
Well, it sure beats raising cattle
Yeah

And I forgot the next verse
Oh well, I guess it pays to rehearse
The lyric sheet’s so hard to find
What are the words? Oh, nevermind
Don’t know, don’t know, don’t know, oh no
Don’t know, don’t know, don’t know…

Well, I’m yellin’ and we’re playin’
But I don’t know what I’m sayin’
What’s the message I’m conveyin’?
Can you tell me what I’m sayin’?
So have you got some idea?
Didn’t think so — Well, I’ll see ya
Sayonara, sayonara
Ayonawa, odinawa
Odinaya, yodinaya
Yaddayadda, yaaahyaaah
Ayaaaaaah!


Fonte: Youtube

“Amish Paradise”

As I walk through the valley where I harvest my grain
I take a look at my wife and realize she’s very plain
But that’s just perfect for an Amish like me
You know, I shun fancy things like electricity
At 4:30 in the morning I’m milkin’ cows
Jebediah feeds the chickens and Jacob plows… fool
And I’ve been milkin’ and plowin’ so long that
Even Ezekiel thinks that my mind is gone
I’m a man of the land, I’m into discipline
Got a Bible in my hand and a beard on my chin
But if I finish all of my chores and you finish thine
Then tonight we’re gonna party like it’s 1699

We been spending most our lives
Living in an Amish paradise
I’ve churned butter once or twice
Living in an Amish paradise
It’s hard work and sacrifice
Living in an Amish paradise
We sell quilts at discount price
Living in an Amish paradise

A local boy kicked me in the butt last week
I just smiled at him and I turned the other cheek
I really don’t care, in fact I wish him well
‘Cause I’ll be laughing my head off when he’s burning in hell
But I ain’t never punched a tourist even if he deserved it
An Amish with a ‘tude? You know that’s unheard of
I never wear buttons but I got a cool hat
And my homies agree, I really look good in black…fool
If you come to visit, you’ll be bored to tears
We haven’t even paid the phone bill in 300 years
But we ain’t really quaint, so please don’t point and stare
We’re just technologically impaired

There’s no phone, no lights, no motorcar
Not a single luxury
Like Robinson Crusoe
It’s as primitive as can be

We been spending most our lives
Living in an Amish paradise
We’re just plain and simple guys
Living in an Amish paradise
There’s no time for sin and vice
Living in an Amish paradise
We don’t fight, we all play nice
Living in an Amish paradise

Hitchin’ up the buggy, churnin’ lots of butter
Raised a barn on Monday, soon I’ll raise another
Think you’re really righteous? Think you’re pure in heart?
Well, I know I’m a million times as humble as thou art
I’m the pious guy the little Amlettes wanna be like
On my knees day and night scorin’ points for the afterlife
So don’t be vain and don’t be whiny
Or else, my brother, I might have to get medieval on your heinie

We been spending most our lives
Living in an Amish paradise
We’re all crazy Mennonites
Living in an Amish paradise
There’s no cops or traffic lights
Living in an Amish paradise
But you’d probably think it bites
Living in an Amish paradise


Fonte: Youtube

“Another One Rides The Bus”

Riding in the bus down the boulevard 
And the place was pretty packed (Yeah!)
Couldn’t find a seat so I had to stand
With the perverts in the back
It was smelling like a locker room
There was junk all over the floor
We’re already packed in like sardines
But we’re stopping to pick up more, look out

[Chorus]
Another one rides the bus
Another one rides the bus
Another comes on and another comes on
Another one rides the bus
Hey, who’s gonna sit by you
Another one rides the bus

There’s a suitcase poking me in the ribs
There’s an elbow in my ear
There’s a smelly old bum standing next to me 
Hasn’t showered in a year
I think I’m missing a contact lens
I think my wallet’s gone
And I think this bus is stopping again
To let a couple more freaks get on look out

[Chorus]

[sound effects]

Another one rides the bus

Another one rides the bus ow
Another one rides the bus hey hey
Another one rides the bus hey-ey-ey-ey ey ey eyyyyyy

The window doesn’t open and the fan is broke 
And my face is turning blue (Yeah)
I haven’t been in a crowd like this
Since I went to see the Who
Well I should’ve got off a couple miles ago
But I couldn’t get to the door
There isn’t any room for me to breathe
And now we’re gonna pick up more yeaaah

[Chorus]


Fonte: Youtube

“Fat”

Your butt is wide, well mine is too
Just watch your mouth or I’ll sit on you
The word is out, better treat me right
‘Cause I’m the king of cellulite
Ham on, ham on, ham on whole wheat, all right

My zippers bust, my buckles break
I’m too much man for you to take
The pavement cracks when I fall down
I’ve got more chins than Chinatown

Well, I’ve never used a phone booth
And I’ve never seen my toes
When I’m goin’ to the movies
I take up seven rows

Because I’m fat, I’m fat, sha mone
(Fat, fat, really really fat)
You know I’m fat, I’m fat, you know it
(Fat, fat, really really fat)
You know I’m fat, I’m fat, come on you know
(Fat, fat, really really fat)
Don’t you call me pudgy, portly or stout
Just now tell me once again who’s fat

When I walk out to get my mail
It measures on the Richter scale
Down at the beach I’m a lucky man
I’m the only one who gets a tan
If I have one more pie a la mode
I’m gonna need my own zip code

When you’re only having seconds
I’m a’ having twenty-thirds
When I go to get my shoes shined
I gotta take their word

Because I’m fat, I’m fat, sha mone
(Fat, fat, really really fat)
You know I’m fat, I’m fat, you know it
(Fat, fat, really really fat)
You know I’m fat, I’m fat, you know it you know
(Fat, fat, really really fat)
And my shadow weighs a’ forty-two pounds
Lemme tell you once again who’s fat

If you see me comin’ your way
Better give me plenty space
If I tell you that I’m hungry
Then won’t you feed my face

Because I’m fat, I’m fat, sha mone
(Fat, fat, really really fat)
You know I’m fat, I’m fat, you know it
(Fat, fat, really really fat)
You know I’m fat, I’m fat, you know it, you know
(Fat, fat, really really fat.)
When I sit around the house
I really sit around the house

You know I’m fat, I’m fat, sha mone
(Fat, fat, really really fat)
You know I’m fat, I’m fat, you know it, you know it
(Fat, fat, really really fat)
You know, you know, you know, come on
(Fat, fat, really really fat)
And you know all by myself I’m a crowd
Lemme tell you once again

You know I’m huge, I’m fat, you know it
(Fat, fat, really really fat)
You know I’m fat, you know, woo
(Fat, fat, really really fat)
You know I’m fat, I’m fat, you know it, you know
(Fat, fat, really really fat)
And the whole world knows I’m fat and I’m proud
Just tell me once again who’s fat


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Ho trovato questo post di Arcadio profondo e condivisibile. …Infatti ho deciso di condividerlo anche qui. 😉 😊

Ringrazio Arcadio – persona ironica e colta – per avermelo permesso. 🙂


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