Tanto per chiarire / Just to make it clear


Tanto per chiarire / Just to make it clear

Più che un blog questo è un diario di appunti, dove spesso mi segno e rilancio articoli ed opinion interessanti trovate in giro per la rete.

Cerco sempre di citare e linkare correttamente la fonte originale. Se comunque trovaste roba vostra che volete che tolga o corregga, vi prego di segnalarmelo a Stef@cutillo.eu
This is a notebook -not really a blog- where I often relaunch interesting stuff I find roaming on the net.
I always try to link correctly the original sources. If anyway you find your stuff and want me to remove or correct it, please let me know at Stef@cutillo.eu


Questo blog, ovviamente, non rappresenta una testata giornalistica in quanto viene aggiornato senza alcuna periodicità e con molta poca coerenza. Non può pertanto considerarsi un prodotto editoriale ai sensi della legge n. 62 del 7.03.2001 e seguenti.
This is just a silly legal note to state that this (SURPRISE! SURPRISE!)
is not a newspaper or a news publication whatsoever.

domenica 28 aprile 2013

Rodriguez - Rich man's hoax




RICH FOLKS HOAX

The moon is hanging in the purple sky 
Baby's sleeping while its mother sighs
Talking 'bout the rich folks
Rich folks have the same jokes 
And they park in basic places
The priest is preaching from a shallow grave 
He counts his money, then he paints you saved
Talking to the young folks 
Young folks share the same jokes
But they meet in older places
So don't tell me about your success
Nor your recipes for my happiness
Smoke in bed
I never could digest
Those illusions you claim to have going
The sun is shining, as it's always done 
Coffin dust is the fate of everyone
Talking 'bout the rich folks
The poor create the rich hoax 
And only late breast-fed fools believe it
So don't tell me about your success
Nor your recipes for my happiness
Smoke in bed
I never could digest
Those illusions you claim to have going

Sixto Rodriguez - The establishment Blues


THIS IS NOT A SONG IT'S AN OUTBURST: OR THE ESTABLISHMENT BLUES 

The mayor hides the crime rate
council woman hesitates 
Public gets irate but forget the vote date 
Weatherman complaining, predicted sun, it's raining 
Everyone's protesting, boyfriend keeps suggesting 
you're not like all of the rest
Garbage ain't collected, women ain't protected
Politicians using, people they're abusing
The mafia's getting bigger, like pollution in the river
And you tell me that this is where it's at
Woke up this morning with an ache in my head
I splashed on my clothes as I spilled out of bed 
I opened the window to listen to the news 
But all I heard was the Establishment's Blues.
Gun sales are soaring, housewives find life boring
Divorce the only answer smoking causes cancer
This system's gonna fall soon, to an angry young tune 
And that's a concrete cold fact
The pope digs population, freedom from taxation
Teeny Bops are uptight, drinking at a stoplight
Miniskirt is flirting I can't stop so I'm hurting
Spinster sells her hopeless chest
Adultery plays the kitchen, bigot cops non-fiction
The little man gets shafted, sons and monies drafted
Living by a time piece, new war in the Far East
Can you pass the Rorschach test?
It's a hassle it's an educated guess.
Well, frankly I couldn't care less.