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oggetti di Patti Smith,Parma 2017

 

Creedence Clearwater Revival, Susie Q

Buffalo Springfield, Mr. Soul

Love, Revelation

Miles Davis, Masqualero

Rolling Stones, She smiled sweetly

Fairport Convention, Chelsea morning

Patti Smith, Gimme shelter

missing people, wonderful stars

bed-linen turned in flowers for you

thanks to floating hands

blear-eyed and puppy

thanks to floating glances

around around the room

furniture at least

the celling, the wardrobe, the cups on

in between  the seats

lovely and lonely calf- love for me

telling your cute stories from any hidden place

just a spellbound as well

is this grace is this mercy

an open field for a fly

turn on the last calls

daddy daddy

 

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giovanni michelucci,radici della città

 

Words move, music moves

Only in time ; but that which is only living

Can only die. Words, after speech, reach

Into the silence.

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spaziodef-bianco

 

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Inger Lorre, Beautifull dead

Iggy Pop, Five Foot One

Ramones, Gimme gimme shock treatment

New York Dolls, Looking for a kiss

Gravedigger Five, The Mirror Cracked

Patti Smith, Pumping (my heart)

 

 

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I wanna tell you a story

in morning grace

enchanted light, noble dark

dying along the line

all the effort we put in

a new beginning

day by day the same wheel

brave and grateful

we start we end we glow

then come and see

gardens down below

fall is over, seasons’ queen

or I shall write you more

 

to the next

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Rolling Stones, Hate to see you go

Pearl Jam, You are

Jimy Hendrix, Stone Free

Screeming Trees, for celebration past

Mark Lanegan, Phantasmagoria blues

Ben Harper, The will to live

Michael Franti, Feelin’ free

Sixto Rodriguez, Can’t get away

Gregory Porter, French african queen

Tom Waits, Eyeball kid

Mark Lanegan, St Louis elegy

Bob Dylan, Gates of eden

Outlined Epitaphs

8.

Yes, I am a thief of thoughts

not, I pray, a stealer of souls

I have built an’ rebuilt

upon what is waitin’

for the sand on the beaches

carves many castles

on what has been opened

before my time

a word, a tune, a story, a line

keys in the wind t’ unlock my mind

an’ t’ grant my closet thoughts backyard air

it is not of me t’ sit an’ ponder

wonderin’ an’ wastin’ time

thinkin’ of thoughts that haven’t been thunk

thinkin’ of dreams that haven’t been dreamt

an’ new ideas that haven’t been wrote

an’ new words t’ fit into rhyme

( if it rhymes, it rhymes

if it don’t, it don’t

if it comes, it comes

if it won’t, it won’t)

 

no I must react an’ spit fast

with weapons of words

wrapped in tunes

that’ve rolled through the simple years

teasin’ me t’ treat them right

t’ reshape them an’ restring them

t’ protect my own world

from the mouths of all those

who’d eat it

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