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Anni 70 pieni di VITA.........singing...dancing

Perchè ho messo queste due canzoni, ma primo perchè mi piacciono e

 poi perchè pur nel loro effimero passaggio (e nel loro povero contenuto)

significano un po' di libertà e di leggerezza e di desiderio del corpo, della

vita notturna, di ballare e di sballare un po' con il vino, la birra e le

discoteche, una vogla di adolescenza un po' svitata, senza regole

 e con quel po' di esibizionismo...è vero che poi non sento di

appartenere troppo a questa cultura rock, perchè io sono un tipo

più classico in fondo, ma per divertirmi amo un po' andare sopra

le righe e stravaganteggiare come dice un mio amico e allora

ripesco canzoni così.Iggy Pop però è una forza della natura e

Blondie dalla sua New York era parte di un avanguardia molto

disinvolta anche per costumi sessuali e una donna emancipata

e  questo mi è sempre piaciuto.

Ma se voglio pensare e ricordare e meditare sulla vita sulle

cose belle allora è  tutt'altro genere che ascolto..ma poi alla

fine a voi che ve fotte?:-)))

Blondie

 Call Me

Colour me your colour, baby
Colour me your car
Colour me your colour, darling
I know who you are
Come up off your colour chart
I know where you're coming from
Call me on the line
Call me call me any anytime
Call me my love you can call me any day or night
Call me
Cover me with kisses, baby
Cover me with love
Roll me in designer sheets
I'll never get enough
Emotions come I don't know why
Cover up love's alibi
Call me on the line
Call me call me any anytime
Call me oh my love
When you're ready we can share the wine
Call me
Ooh, he speaks the languages of love
Ooh, amore, chiamami chiamami.
Oo, appelle-moi mon cherie, appelle-moi
Anytime anyplace anywhere anyway
Anytime anyplace anywhere any day, anyway
Call me my life
Call me call me any anytime
Call me for a ride
Call me call me for some overtime
Take me out and show me off
Put me on the scene
Dress Me in the fashions of the nineteen nighties
You're the man no in between
I know what you words can mean
Call me call me any anytime
Call me for a ride
Call me call me for some overtime
Call me in my life
Call me call me in a sweet design
Call me call me for your lover's lover's alibi
Call me on the line
Call me call me any anytime
Call me
Oh, call me, ooh ooh ah.
Call me my love.
Call me, call me any anytime.

By IGGY POP

The Passenger

I am the passenger
And I ride and I ride
I ride through the citys backside
I see the stars come out of the sky
Yeah, theyre bright in a hollow sky
You know it looks so good tonight
I am the passenger
I stay under glass
I look through my window so bright
I see the stars come out tonight
I see the bright and hollow sky
Over the citys a rip in the sky
And everything looks good tonight
Singin la la la la la-la-la la
La la la la la-la-la la
La la la la la-la-la la la-la
Get into the car
Well be the passenger
Well ride through the city tonight
See the citys ripped insides
Well see the bright and hollow sky
Well see the stars that shine so bright
The sky was made for us tonight
Oh the passenger
How how he rides
Oh the passenger
He rides and he rides
He looks through his window
What does he see?
He sees the bright and hollow sky
He see the stars come out tonight
He sees the citys ripped backsides
He sees the winding ocean drive
And everything was made for you and me
All of it was made for you and me
cause it just belongs to you and me
So lets take a ride and see whats mine
Singing...
Oh, the passenger
He rides and he rides
He sees things from under glass
He looks through his windows eye
He sees the things he knows are his
He sees the bright and hollow sky
He sees the city asleep at night
He sees the stars are out tonight
And all of it is yours and mine
And all of it is yours and mine
Oh, lets ride and ride and ride and ride...
Singing...