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"Drinking and driving"

Half past 5 I’m in the pub
Six O’clock it’s home for grub
Eight O’clock I’m back to the bar
Sod the walk I’ll take the car

Knock it back
Have another one
Drinking and driving is so much fun

In the motor off you go
Not too fast and not too slow
Keep your head and keep your cool
Must avoid that rightful pull

As you meander down the road
Don’t forget your highway code
See the spot and take your pick
Out of the car to be sick!

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mercoledì 27 settembre 2006 - ore 08:40

PAUSA RIFLESSIVA O STOP PER SEMPRE
(categoria: " Vita Quotidiana ")

Ciao a tutti, questo blog chiude i battenti, non so dirvi se tornerà ad essere attivo prima o poi. Comunque sia, nessuno ne soffrirà.
Chi mi conosce sa comunque come contattarmi.
Addio per il momento o per sempre.

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martedì 8 agosto 2006 - ore 08:58

VENERDI’ 25 AGOSTO
(categoria: " Vita Quotidiana ")

STADIO EUGANEO (all’interno), TRIBUNA OVEST, dalle ore 21:00 alle 24:00
MAKE IT HAPPY (punk ska)
MORE THAN MURDER (crossover)
DIRTY SANCHEZ (indie)
INCROCIO MANZONI (punk rock melodico)
Non confondetevi con l’Appiani in Festa che si svolgerà dal 24 al 27 agosto, ma all’esterno dello Stadio Euganeo; per vedere il nostro concerto invece dovrete proprio entrare allo stadio!!!
ENTRATA GRATUITA!!

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venerdì 21 luglio 2006 - ore 17:11

(categoria: " Vita Quotidiana ")

The worst part of it is when I wake up in the morning
And I realize it’s gonna be a day without you

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giovedì 13 luglio 2006 - ore 14:36

Date di agosto confermate
(categoria: " Vita Quotidiana ")

Queste le date finora confermate di agosto per i Make It Happy:

25/08: Stadio Euganeo (PD) dalle ore 21 per il festival di Fuoriband
26/08: Forte Marghera, via F. Marghera (in centro a Mestre vicino al Parco S. Giuliano) Mestre, VE.

Non appena saprò con chi suoneremo ve lo farò sapere. Voi intanto tenetevi liberi e veniteci a vedere!
Per ulteriori informazioni visitate: MaKe It HaPpY e Fuoriband

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martedì 3 gennaio 2006 - ore 11:45

Working Class Hero - Up with the cock
(categoria: " Musica e Canzoni ")

***Dr. Kitch***

I am not a qualified physician
And I do not want to give this injection

Dorothy’s begging for trouble
She is insisting I give her this needle
Darling one thing I want you to know
Don’t blame me for where the needle goes

(Chorus):
I push it in
She pulls it out
I push it back
She starts to shout
’Dr. Kitch,
You are terrible,
I can’t stand the sight of your needle’.

She lied down in such a position
It was difficult to give this injection
She starts holding on to the needle
Making me so uncomfortable
I said ’darling, can’t you be steady,
I’m going to have it in very shortly’
She said ’Dr. Kitch I am sorry,
But the sight of the needle frightens me’

She still wouldn’t lie down quietly
Constantly moving her body
So I slap her in the face with vexation
And go on giving the injection
She screams ’Doctor stop it, I can’t stand the pain,
I don’t think your inside the right vein’
I said ’You little fool you wouldn’t be told,
The needle must be sticking in the wrong hole!’

I pull it from the hole and start again
I have the needle now in the right vein
The needle’s just in half an inch
The stupid young lady start to flinch
Suddenly she calls ’Doc it’s working!
I can feel the pennicilin going in’
I said ’You silly fool, look what you do
The needle’s gonna break inside of you!’

I am a qualified physician
And I will give this injection

15 March 1998
One of the leaders of the ska/reggae revival popular in England in the seventies has died on stage in England. Judge Dread, a/k/a Alex Hughes and often billed as "The World’s No. 1 Rude Boy," had just finished a performance at a theater Thurday night in Canterbury, England, when he collapsed.
England’s Press Association news reports that the audience, used to Dread’s reputation as a jokester, assumed it was part of the act until an off duty paramedic in the crowd realized the situation was serious and began administering CPR. Dread was pronounced dead on arrival to the hospital. The cause of death has not been determined, but a heart attack is suspected.
Although he was never overly successful in the States, Dread sold millions of records over his 20-year-plus career. He remained active, often touring Europe and issuing his songs on a variety of recent reggae and ska compilations.
Portly, graying, balding, white and over fifty, Hughes, a former DJ and Rolling Stones security guard, was hardly a boy even when he began his career, and by today’s standards he wasn’t overly rude. But when he hit the charts with "Dreadmania" in 1973, he and his peers were champions of risque themes and songs about injustice and inequality. His records were banned by the BBC. Just a few of his early albums included the aforementioned "Dreadmania" along with "Working Class ’ero," (1974), "Bedtime Stories," (1975), "Last of the Skinheads," (1976), the hot-selling "40 Big Ones" (1980), and "Not Guilty" (1984).

Appena ho un attimo di tempo lo posto tradotto...

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domenica 27 novembre 2005 - ore 07:26

Madrid I
(categoria: " Vita Quotidiana ")

A Madrid si torna a casa a quest’ora come minimo,,, A Madrid in certi posti mezzo litro (e dico mezzo litro) di whisky e cola (o rhum o quello che volete voi) costa 4 Euro. E si puo’ bere perfino dentro ai locali. Altri tempi, altri luoghi, altra gente. Da rifare! Al piu’presto. Per il momento mi diverto a scrivere questi caratteri per noi impossibili: ñ, ¡, ¿,!.
Comprato:

Dropkick Murphys CD - The Warriors code

Toots & THe Maytals - Pressure Drop

Cravatta anni 60 bianca

Cravatta anni 60 nera

Pork Pie hat

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sabato 19 novembre 2005 - ore 05:26

I can’t get no sleep
(categoria: " Vita Quotidiana ")

SECRET AFFAIR - Life’s a movie too
Billy’s been speeding
and he feels so melancholy
His friends all fell asleep during his life story
While they sleep he’s thinking
"wouldn’t it be nice
To take some pills like in the films and die
quietly one night"

Won’t someone please roll the credits soon
’Cos we all know life’s a movie too

When Billy feels lonely his mind is full
of pain and "if only’s"
He’ll play the jaded ’b’ movie hero
and turn his collar high
Shuffle down the shining street
To search for a lady who could
sing that song as sweet

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mercoledì 19 ottobre 2005 - ore 12:52

Cockney Rejects
(categoria: " Vita Quotidiana ")

Ancora non riesco a crederci!! Ho appena visitato per la prima volta il sito dei Cockney Rejects, mitica Oi! band in piedi dagli anni ’80 e guardate cos’ho trovato:

Io che sto dando la mano a Micky Geggus, il chitarrista mentre suonano a Cardiff!! Incredibile!! Non ne sapevo niente! Probabilmente il concerto che ricordo con più affetto tra tutti quelli che ho visto in vita mia, sicuramente per le modalità, il posto e tante altre cose. Magari un giorno farò un post raccontando di quei 2 giorni a Cardiff.
Intanto beccatevi altre foto vecchie di come voglio ricordare i grandi Cockney rejects:

Oi! Oi! Oi! - Cockney Rejects

Hear that cry throughout the streets, we know just what it means
And even to the ignorant, it ‘aint what it seems
Through every city backstreets, the kids from all around

They all come to join the fun, cause they know the sound
They all try to ignore us, but we wont let ’em win
The wankers try to put us down, but we will smash them in
Cause we all say, that they’re full of shit

And we’re running down the backstreets
Oi! Oi! Oi!
And we’re running unafraid
Oi! Oi! Oi!
‘Cause we all know that’s the sound of the streets

And we’re running down the backstreets
Oi! Oi! Oi!
Got our Martins on our feet
Oi! Oi! Oi!
And you’re all running down the backstreets with me

The kids they come from everywhere, the east end’s all around
‘Cause they all know what it means, when they hear the sound
You know what to do, when you hear the call
Put your boots and earrings on, and kick down that fucking wall

You can listen to politicians, they’ll lead you astray
You’re gonna see the light and you’re gonna see the way
And we all know that there’s nothing like us

And we’re running down the backstreets
Oi! Oi! Oi!
And we’re never giving in
Oi! Oi! Oi!
Cause we all know that we’re gonna fucking win

And we’re running down the backstreets
Oi! Oi! Oi!
And we’re here to stay
Oi! Oi! Oi!
And we all know that the firm are on their way

They all try to ignore us, but we wont let ’em win
The wankers try to put us down, but we will smash them in
Cause we all say, that they’re full of shit

And we’re running down the backstreets
Oi! Oi! Oi!
And we’re running unafraid
Oi! Oi! Oi!
Cause we all know that that’s the sound of the streets

And we’re running down the backstreets
Oi! Oi! Oi!
Got our Martins on our feet
Oi! Oi! Oi!
And you’re all running down the backstreet with me,
With me.