Miss Macbeth [week 10]

Miss Macbeth - Elvis Costello [spike]

All the children testified that Miss Macbeth
wore a fishbone slide in her cobweb tresses
Her eyes were black like first foot coal, clutched
as white as chalk-dust
Her fingers sweated india-ink and poison-pen
letters
There is a hungry hanging tree, just below your
bedroom window
You can hear her take a broom to beat out a
tattoo on the ceiling
Her bloodless face ran red inside but was she
really evil, was she only pantomime
Now the chalk on the wall says that somebody
saves, that somebody's face has just been
washed off the pavement
Into a puzzle where petrol will be poisoned by rain
Miss Macbeth saw her reflection
As confetti bled it's colours down the drain

[Chorus:]
And everyday she lives out another love song
It's a tearful lament of somebody done wrong
Well how can you miss what you've never
possessed
Miss Macbeth

Well we all should have known when the
children paraded
They portrayed her in their fairytales, sprinkling
Deadly Nightshade
And as they tormented her she rose to the bait
Even a scapegoat must have someone to hate

And everyday she lives out another love song
"You're up there enjoying yourself, and I know
it's wrong"

Well how can you miss what you've never
possessed
Miss Macbeth

Sometimes people are just what they appear to be
With no redemption at all
We try to walk upright when we can't even crawl

Miss Macbeth has a gollywog she chucks under
the chin and she whispers to it tenderly
Then sticks it on a pin
And It might be coincidence, but a boy down
the lane, that she said "went white as he could
do," then doubled over in pain

No Place Like Home [week 9]

No Place Like Home - Subterranean Masquerade

I'm digging myself, a small hole, will call it home
We'll get a dark purple carpet so I never fall,
we'll never sink inside this hole
and make it be a part of me, a part of you, a part of us...
So join me in my home

I'm digging a tunnel to another world
To when civilizations were controlled by big gray animals
Survival is the key for life, the hunter - Allah on his side
And no one really knows his right from wrong.
So what changed? Still feels like home!

Running from the horror of civil depression
from the time before the time
Claiming the remains of a glorious presence
A chapter that slowly dies
Birthmark represents an unspeakable rage
Can you see, my forehead burning?
Pretentious fairies counting heads
Mortal Inventory, roots to collect

But there is no other place....

I will be digging you a small hole, to call home
So you will always feel welcome, all on your own
But when you need a break from it all
Pack a few bones to accompany the road
And remember that there is no place to come back to
There was never a home.

Attila Marcel [week 8]

Attila Marcel - Triplets of Belleville sountrack (Ben Chares, Béatrice Bonifassi)

moi mon homme c'est un vrai
c'est un dur, un balaise
je vois la mort de près
de dans ses yeux de braise
il me fait ce que personne n'ose
il couvre mon corps d'équimoses
il m'assomme, il m'poche les yeux
il m'fait la vie en bleu

moi mon homme il me botte
y'en a pas deux comme lui
c'est pas de la gnognotte
trois cent vingt livres et demies
il me serre si fort dans ses bras
que mon souffle repousse pas
il est barbare, il est cruel
mon attila marcel

j'irais retrouver sa lumière
avec une droite de dieu le père
et je reste sonnée jusqu'à Paques
au paradis des têtes à claques

moi mon homme c'est un vrai
c'est un dur, un balaise
je verrai la mort de près
de dans ses yeux de braise.



Attila Marcel

My man is the real thing,
A hard, brutal man.
I see death up close,
in the burning embers of his eyes.
he does to me what nobody dares,
he covers my body with bruises.
he strikes me, he gives me black eyes,
he makes my life "la vie en bleu".

My man kicks me around,
But there is no one else like him.
It's no laughing matter,
three hundred and twenty pounds and a half of him.
He holds me so tight in his arms,
That it takes my breath away, never to return.
he is a barbarian, he is cruel,
my Attila Marcel

I will find his virtues,
with the help of God's mean right hand.
and I'll remain stunned until easter
in the abused fool's paradise

My man is the real thing,
A hard, brutal man,
Very soon I will see death up close,
in the burning embers of his eyes.

Lifeboat [week 6]

Lifeboat - Lovage

After all our dreams went down
Sinking for our very eyes
Still echoing the sound
Oh the frozen dreadful cries
Witnessed the passing of our only loves
Lose a battle to the sea
Why did you choose my only love
It could've easily been me
But it seems there was some other plan
One I don't care to understand
In the refuge of these foreign arms
I could find your holy land
How can it be that we defy this tragedy
From this lifeboat in the dark
Is it wrong that we could come together
Wind and sorrow bear a spark
In our soul and desperation
Truest thing we'd ever known
But to admit that to the world would be blasphemy
Just to show we had our ground
How can it be that we defy this tragedy
From this lifeboat in the dark
Is it wrong that we could come together
Wind and sorrow bear a spark
How can it be that we defy this tragedy
From this lifeboat in the dark
Is it wrong that we could come together
Wind and sorrow bear a spark
How can it be that we defy this tragedy
From this lifeboat in the dark
Is it wrong that we could come together
Wind and sorrow bear a spark.

Calma et Sangue Freddo [week 5]

Calma et Sangue Freddo - Luca Di Risio

Cerco di trovare la mia identità
Senza chiedere aiuto, ma sono lontano.
Busso e non risponde neanche un’anima
Menomale che non ho paura del buio.
Non ho niente per me, ma non dispero.
Mangio solo pane e cattiveria ormai
E non è un buon motivo per esserne fiero.

Cammino da solo e non mi volto mai
Non posso perdere
Disposto a sbagliare solo per crescere, non soccombere.

Rit:Ci vuole calma e sanguefreddo,calma yeeh
ci vuole calma e sanguefreddo

Marca l’uomo tutta l’aggressività
Ma non posso privarmi del nome che porto.
Conscio di una brutta popolarità
Perché a volte mi faccio giustizia da solo
Odio nascondermi e mendicare,
credo solo in quello che fa bene a me
e non chiedo alla vita niente di speciale.

Cammino da solo e non mi volto mai,
continuo a correre,
Disposto a sbagliare solo per crescere, non soccombere

Ci vuole calma e sanguefreddo,calma

E prendo di mira il peggio, il futile gli stolti e tutti i re,
Non presto favori per poi riceverne, per non soccombere

Ci vuole calma e sanguefreddo,calma



TRANSLATION:
I’m trying to find my own identity
without asking for any help, but I’m still far from it
I knock but no one answers, not even a soul
luckily for me I’m not afraid of darkness
I’ve got nothing, but I don’t despair
now I feed myself only from bread and evil
and it’s not something to be proud of
I walk alone and never turn around
I can’t lose
willing to make mistakes only to grow, not to succumb
It’s necessary to be calm and cold blooded, calm
Aggressiveness brands men
but I can’t deprive myself of my own name
aware of my notoriety
coz sometimes I take justice in my hands
I hate hiding and begging
I only believe in that which is good for me
and I don’t expect anything special from this life
I walk alone and never turn around
I keep running
willing to make mistakes only to grow, not to succumb
It’s necessary to be calm and cold blooded, calm
And I aim at the worst, the futile, the unwise and all the kings
I don’t do any favours to get them later in return, not to succumb
It’s necessary to be calm and cold blooded

enjoy the song, and the cheesy italian video.