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Vi siete mai chiesti perché alle scuole medie insegnano educazione musicale? Bene, semplice, per creare delle caste sociali. Ebbene sì, coloro che suonano il piffero e quelli che suonano la pianola a fiato o, come a voler dire, i tapini e i nababbi (molto prima che ci arrivassero quei rottinculo del Grande Fratello) o, più semplicemente i fortunati e i coglioni. Mentre i “pianolisti” volavano con il loro strumento, facendone uscire melodie memorabili, noi coglioni pifferai cercavamo con ogni stratagemma di fare uscire un suono che non fosse un peto abortito da quel cazzo di piffero. Bisognava coprire bene i buchi, noi lo facevamo, ma nulla, il buco del culo di un vecchio colitico era più armonioso! Ora, dico io, che senso ha creare un buco sotto il piffero se è poi necessario tapparlo sempre? Un mio compagno di classe che chiamavamo il Metternich, perché era astuto, saggio ed abile nella diplomazia con le ragazze provò ad attaccarci una gomma per masticare, ma niente, quel cazzo di coso scoreggiava a più non posso. E non c’era possibilità di cambiare idea e di passare alla pianola, perché la scelta era irrevocabile, pena nota o sospensione. C’era comunque questo nostro prof di musica, diplomato in fagotto che un giorno, vedendo girare in classe una cassettina di The final countdown se ne uscì con questa esclamazione: “Ah, questi sono gli Europe! Era dai tempi degli Emerson Lake & Palmer che non sentivo dei sinth così pomposi!”
Ora, noi eravamo cresciuti a base di Pupo e Toto Cutugno e non avevamo la più pallida idea di chi fossero questi EmeronCaz e Paller né cosa fossero questi synth. Sull’aggettivo pomposo il Metternih che era anche il più grande in quanto era stato sospeso per esserselo cacciato davanti alle compagne di classe, ipotizzò che potesse trattarsi di qualche strana pratica sessuale. Comunque sia quel coglione di prof fece fagotto in tutti i sensi ed alla fine dell’anno si tolse dai maroni… .
Per chi come me ha vissuto l’adolescenza negli anni '80 sa bene che ai ragazzi di allora poco importava degli effetti di Chernobil né tanto meno dell’iniziativa We fuck the world ma quattro erano sostanzialmente le domande che si ponevano:
1) come mai se Ralph era un supermaxieroe volava come un coglione
2) se Tracy Chapman fosse maschio o donna
3) se alla fine il piccolo mugnaio riusciva a trombarsi Clementina
4) come potesse Joey Tempest piacere alle ragazze.
Era proprio su quest’ultimo quesito che le risposte non si trovavano. Prendete uno, mettetegli un pantalone di pelle aderente, fategli una permanente alla Marcella Bella, mettetegli tre dita di cerone ed avrete il sex simbol degli anni '80. La cosa drammatica era che se ci provava uno di noi di sicuro gli avrebbero dato del frocio oltre alla sicura sospensione (che poi non so perché alle scuole medie ogni fottuta cosa che facevi ti sospendevano).
Ma un altro triste episodio è legato alla canzone The final countdown e ad una festa di fine anno. Ora, tutti sappiamo l’importanza delle feste alle scuole medie, così come è ben noto che proprio ad una festa andata male sono iniziati i primi disturbi dei peggiori serial killers, da Hannibal Lecter al Mostro di Firenze fino a quel comunista che mangiava i bambini. Comunque si faceva il più cazzuto dei balli, quello su sorteggio delle coppie quando finalmente mi capitò la più carina della festa, quella a cui facevo il filo già da un bel po’. Fino a quel momento si era ballato stretto stretto quando, all’improvviso PAPAPAPAM, PAPAPAMPAMPAM, PAPAPAM, PAPAPAPAPA, The final countdown!!!
Grido di giubilo da parte di tutti, tranne io che vedevo andare a puttane la possibilità di stringermi a quel bel pezzo di fighetta. Non che me ne importasse tanto, io avrei ballato un lento anche con sottofondo I will survive (so che molti di voi quando la ascoltano non riescono a stare fermi… ), ma lei no, The final countdown era da scatenarsi e lei si scatenò. Il giro successivo, nuovo lento, ma mi capita la racchia della festa… . Ora, sembra che il testo di quella canzone parli di un conto alla rovescia missilistico. Bene, io ho sempre sperato che partito quel missile si infilasse nelle chiappe di Joey Tempest e pace all’anima sua!!!
Elenco tracce testi samples e video
01 The Final Countdown (05:10)
(10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1)
(ooooooooooo)
We're leaving together,
But still it's farewell.
And maybe we'll come back,
To Earth, who can tell?
I guess there is no one to blame.
We're leaving ground.(leaving ground)
Will things ever be the same again?
It's the "Final Countdown"
The "Final Countdown"
Oooohhhh
We're heading for Venus,
And still we stand tall.
'Cause maybe they've seen us,
And welcome us all, yeahh.
With so many light years to go,
And things to be found. (to be found)
I'm sure that we'll all miss her so.
It's the "Final Countdown"
The "Final Countdown"
The "Final Countdown"
The "Final Countdown"(The "Final Countdown")
(oohhh)hooooo
The "Final Countdown" oohhh
It's the "Final Countdown"
The "Final Countdown"
The "Final Countdown"(The "Final Countdown")
(oohhh)
It's the "Final Countdown,"
We're leaving together.
The "Final Countdown,"
We'll all miss her so.
It's the "Final Countdown"(The "Final Countdown")
(oohhh)
It's the "Final Countdown"
Yeaaah.....
02 Rock the Night (04:03)
I've gone through changes
I've gone through pain
But there's not enough reason for me to go insane
I know the feeling, just when it grows
I'm in a rage up from my head down to my toes.
You know it ain't easy
Running out of thrills
You know it ain't easy
When you don't know what you want.
What do you want
oooOOOO
You want to rock now, rock the night
'Til early in the morning light
Rock now, rock the night
WoOo woOo
You'd better believe it's right.
I know my limit
Just what it takes
When things ain't good enough
I just pull the brake
Sometimes it's easy
Sometimes so tough
But just have one thing clear
I can't get enough.
03 Carrie (04:30)
When lights go down, I see no reason
For you to cry. We've been through this before
In every time, in every season,
God knows I've tried
So please don't ask for more.
Can't you see it in my eyes
That this might be our last goodbye
Carrie, Carrie, things they change my friend
Carrie, Carrie, maybe we'll meet again somewhere again
I read your mind, with no intentions
Of being unkind, I wish I could explain
It all takes time, a whole lot of patience
If it's a crime, how come I feel no pain.
Can't you see it in my eyes
This might be our last goodbye
Carrie, Carrie, things they change my friend
Carrie, Carrie, maybe we'll meet again
Can't you see it in my eyes
This might be our last goodbye
Carrie, Carrie, things they change
Carrie, Carrie, Carrie
Carrie, Carrie, maybe we'll meet again somewhere again
When lights go down
04 Danger on the Track (03:45)
I was heading for the mountains
I had saved so much for you
And in the town I left behind me
There was nothing left to do.
I knew that you were waiting
For me to share your life
Cause I told you when I left, that
When I come back you'll be my wife.
But someone was waiting
In the shadows of the night
Someone was waiting
It just didn't feel right.
Danger on the track
Something told me there were
Strangers on my back
And I was so right.
Maybe I should surrender
Maybe I should give it up
But the strength I had inside
Told me you can never stop.
The men wanted to break me
Steal and bring me down
But I fought for you and later
They were lying on the ground.
05 Ninja (03:46)
Tell me the story, tell me the legend
Tell me the tales of war
Tell me just one time,
What it was like before
Bring me the feeling, right in that moment
When a heart for battle cries
Find me the treasure where the legend lies.
If I were a noble ancient knight
I'd stand by jour side to rule and fight
It will always feel the same
When I call out your name.
Ninja survive, in dreams I walk by your side
Ninja survive, with you there's no need to hide.
A handful of sayings are more than a reason
For me to feel this way
I'd like to be near you
Maybe for just one day
So tell me the legend, tell me the story
Tell me the tales of war
Tell me just one time
What it was like before.
06 Cherokee (04:13)
Nu ska vi spela!
(lets play!)
They lived in peace, not long ago
A mighty Indian tribe
But the winds of change,
Have made them realize, that the promises were lies.
The white man's greed, in search of gold
Made the nation bleed
They lost their faith
And now they hade to learn
There was no place to return
Nowhere they could turn.
Cherokee - marching on the trail of tears.
They were driven hard, across the plains
And walked for many moons
Cause the winds of change,
Had made them realize, that the promises were lies.
So much to bear, and all that pain
Left them in despair
They lost their faith
And now they have to learn
There was no place to return
Nowhere they could turn.
07 Time Has Come (04:01)
Long for the sailor, beneath the skies
Long for the white dove, no matter where she flies
Long for the stranger you know so well.
Pray for the soldier, who's wounded bad
Pray for the dreamer, he's still so sad
Pray for the stranger you know so well.
Cause I'm coming home.
Now the time has come
For me to come back home.
Long for the eagle, on wings so strong
Long for the hunter, he won't be long
Long for the stranger you know so well
09 On the Loose (03:08)
Running out on the streets
He lives from day to day
Looking for something to do
He needs to get away
Hoping that maybe one day
He could be someone
Praying that maybe someday
He could be number one
In his world of make believe
He always tends to be
On the loose
So young, so tough, so wild
On the loose again
Dreaming, dreaming about
All the things he'd like to do
Trying, trying so hard
To make it all up to you
In his world of make believe
He always tends to be
On the loose
So young, so tough, so wild
On the loose again
10 Love Chaser (03:27)
Someone's at your door tonight
Someone wants your love
Is it real or just imagination
You decide to wait inside 'til the break of dawn
In dreams you see yourself seeking affection.
He'll know just who you are
He'll know just where you've been
He'll know just what to do.
Love chaser - If you look deep in his eyes
Then you're in for a big surprise
He can take your breath away
There's nothing you can do or say.
You can feel that someone's at your back
You can hear his pounding heart
But something tells you not to be afraid
Cause even in the darkest night
Someone's at your side
But when morning comes it all starts to fade away
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