The Burning Hell - Celebrities In Cemeteries
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Annette
16 marFrom a postcard pinned to the gate round his grave at the Père-Lachaise
Immortal hormones above, or bones below:
Which one’s the real Lizard King? Baby, I don’t know
Let’s leave an offering of this compact disc of “Strange Days” with the cracked jewel case
You suggest we pay our respects to Oscar Wilde, after all, he’s not far
They’ve put glass round his tomb to prevent lipstick kiss au revoirs
But I’m undeterred, so I smooch the barrier
You say gross, you’ll catch syphilis or something scarier
Let’s be on our way, we’re all in the gutter, but some of us are looking for a bar
Celebrities in cemeteries,
Let’s go see where they are buried
All access passes six feet underground
Unlike the unknown and the nameless,
A hidden perk of being famous:
You get visitors long after you’re no fun to be around
As per his wishes, Gram Parsons’ assistant burned his body in Joshua Tree
A DIY funeral, by all accounts beautiful, but his family thought it was obscene
And now we’re sort of butchering the harmonies in “Hickory Wind”
In this suburban cemetery as we sing it to him
A for effort I say, we’ve come all the way to the outskirts of New Orleans, to get a look at
Celebrities in cemeteries,
Let’s go see where they are buried
All access passes six feet underground
Unlike the unknown and the nameless,
A hidden perk of being famous:
You get visitors long after you’re no fun to be around
In Oklahoma I know a spot under watchful stone elephant eyes
Where trapeze artists, ringmasters, and other circus folk go when they die
You’re surprised to discover they get visitors often
But everybody wants to know how many clowns fit in a coffin
And we’re all walking the tightrope of life between here and the Big Top in the sky
But it occurs to me I’ve never heard of The Great Huberto before
Here I am at his grave and I’m sad that he’s muerto, and I want to know more
So baby when I go, whatever the cost is
Build me a great golden monument, please make it preposterous
Maybe a bust or a statue on a marble mausoleum, you get the idea, I just wanna be a
Celebrity in a cemetery
They’ll all come see me where I’m buried
Once anonymous and nameless
I’ll be posthumously famous
Hey, you know who I appreciate?
Karl Marx in Highgate
Nico’s buried in Berlin
But I don’t know I’ve never been
Jimi Hendrix near Seattle
Parking there can be a battle
Serge Gainsbourg in Montparnasse
I left Gauloise and cool sunglasses
Writer’s that I’ve never read
Morrissey? He’s not dead
Almotasim
16 marricevi visitatori molto tempo dopo che non sei più una persona piacevole con cui stare" e alla fine... ahahahahah. Ma c'è qualche pezzo lagna rock? Non si direbbe proprio.
Annette
17 marChe ne dici di questa?
Abbastanza #lagnarock ?
Anche qui il testo merita, come in tutto l'album
Almotasim
17 marAlmotasim
17 marAlmotasim
17 marAnnette
17 marThe judge is in her chambers, and she’s polishing her gavel
The mayor’s kid is cutting worms in half and watching as they wriggle in the dirt
What does it do, how does it work?
In the woods somewhere a circus bear is working through his trauma
In the town the clown who freed the bear folds polka-dot pyjamas
He cries and wipes his pancake make-up face, his smile becomes an evil smirk
What does it do, and how does it work?
What gives middle-aged men in fedoras the blues?
How does it work, and what does it do?
The aspen asks the maple if it’s able to feel the storm approaching
Aunt Gina tries to weasel out of junior soccer coaching
The anaesthesiologist acknowledges the procedure may still hurt
What does it do, and how does it work?
Adam and Eve shook the tree, they were going berserk
Shouting “Lord, what does it do, and how does it work?”
You were quiet on the grass, watching the sun go down one evening
I asked how you were feeling - “no, how’re you really feeling?”
So you pulled your heart out of your chest and held it out to me, you got blood on your shirt
You said “here’s what it does, and here’s how it works.”
Almotasim
18 marAlmotasim
18 marAnnette
18 marAlmotasim
18 marcofras
16 marDaniP
16 marBello, mi ha fatto pensare all'ultimo David Berman/Purple Mountains
Annette
17 marHai ragione e questo aumenta l'interesse.
Farnaby
17 marAnnette
17 marMa vien così facile parlarne male.
Farnaby
19 marimasoulman
17 marin questa platea di ggente anzianotta (anzichennò)?
che poi le musichette a corredo siano più sul lato festival-giocoso della grama vita, è tutto un altro paio di mezze maniche (all'amatriciana).
bah...non esistono più quelle belle e festose la(sa)gne rock femminee del bel tempo che fù, quando le donne dell'evo patriarcale non si occupavano di canzoni popolari ad alto tasso di emancipazione bensi di ragù e di appretti per stiratura...
imasoulman
17 mar(e senza ferro, o legno, a seconda dell'usanza regionale)
richiudo la parente
Annette
17 marComunque, quando vuole le la(sa)gne, basta chiedere...
imasoulman
17 mardetto questo, questo pezzo è per contrasto tutt'altro che funèbre
un'esorcismo? o addirittura un'esorciccio?
imasoulman
17 mar