“tekno, il respiro del mostro” / andrea zambelli

Elena Marino:

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Originally posted on slowforward:

L’arte contemporanea, la scrittura di ricerca, come cose che hanno già propri referenti e punti di dialogo (e punti di contatto nella percezione e nelle culture – o in alcune culture occidentali / metropolitane), sono da non pochi anni entrate in tante forme nella normalità (eccezionalità) delle percezioni e degli stimoli che ci attraversano, dei codici con cui abbiamo a che fare.

(Dal video: “è una musica non convenzionale, senza strofe e ritornelli che si ripetono come una cantilena ma fatta di tanti rumori e frasi che si ripetono e si sviluppano molto velocemente, che ti fanno perdere tutti i punti di riferimento, e questo spinge a non pensare più in modo convenzionale”).

it isn’t conventional, there aren’t stanzas and refrains in continuous repetition. on the contrary, a load of noises and sentences in repetition and very quick development that make you lose all your benchmarks. you are forced to stop…

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Diamond Dancer

She was dancing so hard
She danced herself into a diamond
Dancing all by herself
Dancing all by herself
And not minding

Doing the the thing as she dreamed it
Doing the the thing as she dreamed it

Her skin was sky blue
Her skin was sky blue
Under the lights
Diamond dancer, diamond dancer

She was dancing so hard
She danced herself into a diamond
Dancing all by herself
Dancing all by herself
And not minding

And the one thing on her mind was
The one thing on her mind was:
It’s time I gave the world my light
It’s time I gave the world my light
Starting tonight

Diamond dancer, diamond dancer

- Bill Callahan

 

 

Promises

You better belive I’m coming
You better believe what I say
You better hold on to your promises
Because you bet, you’ll get what you deserve
She’s going to leave him over
She’s gonna take her love away
So much for your eternal vows, well
It does not matter anyway

Why can’t you stay here awhile
Stay here awhile
Stay with me

Oh, all the promises we made
All the meaningless and empty words
I prayed, prayed, prayed
Oh, all the promises we broke
All the meaningless and empty words
I spoke, spoke, spoke

Do-do-do, Do-do-do,
Do-do-do, Do-do-do

What of all the things that you taught me
What of all the things that you’d say
What of all your prophetic preaching
You’re just throwing it all away
Maybe we should burn the house down
Have ourselves another fight
Leave the cobwebs in the closet
‘Cos tearing them out is just not right

Why can’t you stay here awhile
Stay here awhile
Stay with me, oh oh

Oh eh, oh eh, oh eh,
oh eh, Oh Eh x3

Do-do-do, Do-do-do,
Do-do-do, Do-do-do