... a restare in piedi in un mondo di rovine

martedì 15 gennaio 2013

KEEP CALM - LYRICS





"Parliamo sempre di noi, anche quando parliamo d'altro" (cit. Emme)

(Artwork: Stefano Passaretti)



Lundi massacre 


Looking to the mirror
Every morning
Ich habe es satt
See your face bored
Yesterday I drunk too much
In my room, this is enough
Sleep, sleep, sleep

Suddenly my face is screaming to the mirror:
“Voices”, is coming now.
Remembering me the time: “you have to hurry up hurry up”
Every day and every hour every day and every hour

Looking to the mirror
Every morning
Ich habe es satt
See your face bored
Yesterday I drunk too much
In my room, this is enough
Sleep, sleep, sleep

Suddently my face is screaming to the mirror:
“Voices” is coming now.
Remembering me the time: “you have to hurry up hurry up”
Every day and every hour every day and every hour
Think about your life, you have to think about your time
Running runninng
Think about your life, you have to think about your time
Are they screaming from the left side? Screaming from the right (side)?
My head is crashing, my terrible headache.



Empty stomach


Joey is going down in the high city lights
Just moving near the traffic line
He is thinking about how empty is his stomach

How empty are the pockets, how empty is the brain,
A little angry cat at the top of the street,
Remember him, it’s time to move into the night

It’s cold outside, inside, outside,  it's really cold over around,
Shadows moving through his eyes,
He should arrive at any minute now.

Monkey  starts to jump on his back,
His eyes running at the top of his face
Muscle dry, starting some pain
He is asking everyone where his man is

Life isn’t so fine,
I’m trying to find some smile.

He watches his clock is dirty and old, there is no sign of life
He cocks up...
So what is that, tic tac tic tac tic

He assures, a sure joke of his mind
He’s starting to be anxious
He’s starting to drool and lose his control

Life, isn’t so fine,
I’m trying to find some smile.
They said goes better time by time
I don’t mind




Jackie the priest


The convulsive clinking sound over my head,
With your rotten teeth and your beautiful eyes
Will let me dance
With smelling skin you deign to guide myself 
God loves who dies young
Children’s crowd are dancing into the rubbish
Stamp the ground on antibiotics

Someone prefers to hide himselves
Someone realises after he has hit the ground
Into the garbage, shacking the head
Someone realises it’s time to  break.

Counting mistakes, asking  for piety
Try to convince about his good intention
Jackie the priest was a real actor
Hiding the monster under the dress

                                              The convulsive clinking sound over my head
With your rotten teeth and your beautiful eyes
Will let me dance
With smelling skin you deign to guide myself
I learned to have no fear.
And the emptiness hammers away at me.

God loves who dies young
Children’s crowd are dancing into the rubbish
Stamp the ground on antibiotics


I’m waiting for my doc


Blue light is coming from the right
Strange sounds are coming from outside
This room is full of strange animals
They are so cute, they are so nice

Clock, clock, clock I’m waiting for my doc
Blue light now is coming from the right
Clock clock no I’m just waiting for my doc
Strange sounds are coming from outside

This house is full of phenomenons,
They try to be good, they try to be nice

I wanna speak about life
They try to create my decay
But doc doc you can only divine
My doc this problem isn’t away

Clock, clock, clock I’m waiting for my doc
Blue light now is coming from the right
Clock, clock, I’m just waiting for my doc
Strange sounds are coming from outside
This house is full of phenomenons,
They try to be good, they try to be nice.




Macaronar


What’s America
Maccaroni
Hare Hare Supermarket

Le mani che sudano e anche stasera
 un parto isterico di me stesso
Difronte gli astanti rimane miseria
 un parto isterico di me stesso

What’s America
Maccaroni
Hare Hare Supermarket

Le braccia che stringono invano placando
Il parto isterico di me stesso
Pareti nascondono in ventri accoglienti
Il parto isterico di me stesso



Niko


You have the colours
You have the paintbrushes
Then, paint your paradise, and get in
Just leave a door
A little door
Like the ones
At the bottom of the trees
In the forest where the gnomes
Use to smash in
Coming back from a booze-up

I have no time
But like as you know these days just dampen
You push me in
A little push
I'm over please
Cause everyone is grey
I see no people, this is my prayer
We have to hook it
From this Crazy Pilo’s Show




Goodbye


I say goodbye
I don’t know
We always tried
You can scream, you can cry you can also try to lie
But my answer now remains just this goodbye

Don’t try to blame me
Don’t try to scream my name
Just forget me let me escape rest in silence please be quiet
Cause this night you have to hear ..my “goodbye”

I say goodbye
I don’t know
We always tried
You can scream, you can cry you can also try to lie
But my answer now remains just this “goodbye”




The revolution is subject to delay


The revolution is subject to delay I’m sorry
The revolution is subject to delay I’m sorry
The revolution is subject to delay I’m sorry
The revolution is subject to delay I’m sorry

And then I’ll go to my favourite friend
And then I'll go to my favourite super hero
And then I'll ask my favourite dealer
The revolution is really subject to delay?

I know women screaming on a top of a roof
Away away from here they’re looking from invisible monitors
Blue in the face, sunglasses at night
You see people working 24 hours around your city
Too easy to be modern like this
Coward” I wanna scream standing by your child

The revolution is subject to delay I’m sorry
The revolution is subject to delay I’m sorry
The revolution is subject to delay I’m sorry
The revolution is subject to delay I’m sorry

And then I’ll go to my favourite friend
And then I'll go to my favourite super hero
And thaen I'll ask my favourite dealer
The revolution is really subject to delay?

 “Coward” I wanna scream, standing by your child
"Coward"




Mommy on the sofa


At three years old your life is a real shit,
Not everything turns out as it should.
Your mommy smoking some dope
It’s like a gaga over, looking at you.

And you should ask why here it’s so cold,
It’s like a journey to far away mountains.
But she is too busy, taking care of thousand of men passing by her sofa

And every time that she changes position
It’s like an old computer full of transistor
Your pretty mommy fighting and dancing and moving all around
Naked again

You can ask to daddy how crazy, how sick it is
For a baby to see all those things
And mommy is getting creazy, she is doing every time exactly the same.
Daddy and mamy I hope you will see each other, this is my only prayer
The situation is complicated I just want to let you know
It’s better to keep calm
 This tablet didn’t do anything
I can’t take it any more

And every time that she changes position
It’s like an old computer full of transistor
Your pretty mommy fighting and dancing and moving all around
Naked again.
 

sabato 5 maggio 2012

Stiamo finendo Keep Calm

Il mattino ha l'oro in bocca. Il mattino ha l'oro in bocca. Il mattino ha l'oro in bocca. Il mattino ha l'oro in bocca. Il mattino ha l'oro in bocca. Il mattino ha l'oro in bocca. Il mattino ha l'oro in bocca. Il mattino ha l'oro in bocca. Il mattino ha l'oro in bocca. Il mattino ha l'oro in bocca. Il mattino ha l'oro in bocca. Il mattino ha l'oro in bocca. Il mattino ha l'oro in bocca. Il mattino ha l'oro in bocca. Il mattino ha l'oro in bocca. Il mattino ha l'oro in bocca. Il mattino ha l'oro in bocca. Il mattino ha l'oro in bocca. Il mattino ha l'oro in bocca. Il mattino ha l'oro in bocca. Il mattino ha l'oro in bocca. Il mattino ha l'oro in bocca. 






Underdog prossime date

25 Maggio - Chalet Calypso - Fermo 
26  Maggio - KeepOn 100% Live Club Festival - Circolo degli Artisti - Roma

martedì 31 gennaio 2012

Backstage Nuovo Album - parte 2

Abbiamo finito i bassi....


F:"Diego, se fai le facce da matto, vai più a tempo" 
D:"si, ma se filmate siete delle merde"
F:"vai,vai, tranquillo!"




Continua...


martedì 17 gennaio 2012

Underdog - Backstage del nuovo lavoro

Cosa succede dietro le quinte del nuovo disco:
Stiamo lavorando con Altipiani, a capo chino negli studi  Fattoria Sonora:


Basia ha finito i cantati
Sono successe cose più o meno così...



Ne stanno accadendo altre così...






continua...




sabato 10 dicembre 2011

Regole per registrare un disco

REGOLE PER REGISTRARE UN DISCO:
( Roma - Fattoria Sonora - giorno 9 - batteria e piano )




1)Se il tempo che passi in studio e' molto al di sotto del tempo speso sui social network per comunicare che stai registrando, allora qualcosa sta andando male.

2)Non importa quanto assomigli a Kurt Cobain, lo strumento deve essere accordato.


3)Registrare i cantati con la gomma da masticare equivale a una dichiarazione di guerra.

4)Il pigiama non e' un indumento comodo per suonare meglio la batteria.

5)Se vi stanno chiedendo via internet dalla Scandinavia 8000 euro di anticipo per registrare il disco e produrlo, e vi stanno prendendo parte copiosa dei vostri diritti, non e' una produzione: e' una rapina con scasso.
6)La puzza di chiuso serve per creare una certa atmosfera vintage.
7)Nessuno ti sta ancora giudicando, rilassati.
8)Il fonico di studio non e' obbligato a sentire la storia della tua vita.
8)La educazione di ognuno, per il decoro di tutti.



Esercizi per batteristi:




Ripetere quattro volte per braccio.

venerdì 28 ottobre 2011

Underdog: ARCHIVIO STORICO: Copia-Incolla Interviews “Underd...

Underdog: ARCHIVIO STORICO: Copia-Incolla Interviews “Underd...: Signori e signore, con estremo piacere vi segnaliamo una intervista ripescata dagli archivi della fanzine Copia Incolla QUI di seguito uno ...

ARCHIVIO STORICO: Copia-Incolla Interviews “Underdog” + aggiornamenti disco


Signori e signore, con estremo piacere vi segnaliamo una intervista ripescata dagli archivi della fanzine Copia Incolla
QUI di seguito uno spezzone di intervista, a me (Diego)  il gradito compito di rispondere.......in maniera semiseria, quasi seria o completamente a schaz de kan...........
tutta l'intervista invece è qui:http://copia-incolla.org/2011/10/26/copia-incolla-interviews-underdog/   andateci perchè il lavoro che fanno è davvero meritevole....

Mingus si definiva… “PAZZO” E ARRABBIATO. Sentite di assomigliargli?
Gli Underdog sono un gruppo di Psicopatici Reali, quindi l’aggettivo pazzo si accosta decisamente a noi. Essere in 7 e gestire ogni cosa democraticamente è delirante!
Poi…bhè…non sono arrabbiato sono incazzato! Come non esserlo in questo periodo, con quello che succede nel nostro paese?! Siamo persone che non vivono solo di musica e devono conciliare questa attività con la realtà lavorativa di ogni giorno, che attualmente fa cagare.
continua l'intervista su : Copia Incolla
ah dimenticavo
udite udite.........
stiamo entrando in studio.............tra poco
tra pochissimo
a Novembre