One Musical Portrait a Day

I’ve never gotten used to it, I’ve just learned to turn it off

Mai un’idea fu migliore.

Shall I stay? Would it be a sin?

And the screen door slams ...

I know someday you’ll have a beautiful life I know you’ll be a star in somebody else’s sky But why cannot be mine?

If I could be who you wanted all the time

But if you are feeling sinister Go off and see a minister Chances are you'll probably feel better If you stayed and played with yourself

Is it possible to be amazed for 6 entire minutes?

And right on that moment, when first is a banjo and then a voice and all togheter, you realize that everything is like it was always meant to be. And from now on, that is the only way it could ever be. Some songs can born again and this one in particular shines like an infant in the hands of a bunch of sixty-years-old guys that enjoy themselves just like the time was simply stopped.

They’ll eat you alive.

Perchè per una volta non mi dici la verità, invece di qualcosa che mi faccia stare meglio? (Bruce Banner)

I said: “I went to take my physical.” He said: “What happened?” I said: “They didn’t take me.” And he said: “That’s good.” (19 March, International Father’s Day)

I hear the sounds of tearing pages And the roar of burnin' paper All the crimes and acquisitions Turned to air and ash, and vapor Far beyond emancipator And the lowliest Who gather in their stalls I hear them all I hear them all And the rattle of the shackle I hear them all

White Noise, Mogwai.

Godspeed You, Black Emperor!

Questa è Heartbreak.

Nothing matters in the whole wide world when you're in love with a Jersey girl