martedì 28 ottobre 2008

Ornella Vanoni con Giorgio Gaber - Ma mi (Giorgio Strehler, Fiorenzo Carpi)

Ma mi (Giorgio Strehler, Fiorenzo Carpi)

Serom in quatter col Padola,
el Rodolfo, el Gaina e poeu mi:
quatter amis, quatter malnatt,
vegnu su insemma compagn di gatt.
Emm fa la guera in Albania,
poeu su in montagna a ciapà i ratt:
negher Todesch del la Wermacht,
mi fan morire domaa a pensagh!
Poeu m’hann cataa in d’una imboscada:
pugnn e pesciad e ’na fusilada...

Ma mi, ma mi, ma mi,
quaranta dì, quaranta nott,
A San Vittur a ciapaa i bott,
dormì de can, pien de malann!...
Ma mi, ma mi, ma mi,
quaranta dì, quaranta nott,
sbattuu de su, sbattuu de giò:
mi sont de quei che parlen no!

El Commissari ’na mattina
el me manda a ciamà lì per lì:
"Noi siamo qui, non sente alcun-
el me diseva ’sto brutt terron!
El me diseva - i tuoi compari
nui li pigliasse senza di te...
ma se parlasse ti firmo accà
il tuo condono: la libertà!
Fesso sì tu se resti contento
d’essere solo chiuso qua ddentro..."

Ma mi, ma mi, ma mi,
quaranta dì, quaranta nott,
A San Vittur a ciapaa i bott,
dormì de can, pien de malann!...
Ma mi, ma mi, ma mi,
quaranta dì, quaranta nott,
sbattuu de su, sbattuu de giò:
mi sont de quei che parlen no!

Sont saraa su in ’sta ratera
piena de nebbia, de fregg e de scur,
sotta a ’sti mur passen i tramm,
frecass e vita del ma Milan...
El coeur se streng, venn giò la sira,
me senti mal, e stoo minga in pee,
cucciaa in sul lett in d’on canton
me par de vess propri nissun!
L’è pegg che in guera staa su la tera:
la libertà la var ’na spiada!

Ma mi, ma mi, ma mi,
quaranta dì, quaranta nott,
A San Vittur a ciapaa i bott,
dormì de can, pien de malann!...
Ma mi, ma mi, ma mi,
quaranta dì, quaranta nott,
sbattuu de su, sbattuu de giò:
mi sont de quei che parlen no!

Mi parli no!

martedì 7 ottobre 2008

Talking Heads - Road To Nowhere

Well we know where were goin
But we dont know where weve been
And we know what were knowin
But we cant say what weve seen
And were not little children
And we know what we want
And the future is certain
Give us time to work it out

Were on a road to nowhere
Come on inside
Takin that ride to nowhere
Well take that ride

Im feelin okay this mornin
And you know,
Were on the road to paradise
Here we go, here we go


Maybe you wonder where you are
I dont care
Here is where time is on our side
Take you there...take you there

Were on a road to nowhere
Were on a road to nowhere
Were on a road to nowhere

Theres a city in my mind
Come along and take that ride
And its all right, baby, its all right

And its very far away
But its growing day by day
And its all right, baby, its all right

They can tell you what to do
But theyll make a fool of you
And its all right, baby, its all right

Were on a road to nowhere

lunedì 6 ottobre 2008

Brand X - Born Ugly (Unorthodox Behavior)

Monty Python Philosophy Football

International Philosophy

The cast:
Football Commentator
Michael Palin

The sketch:
Aerial view of München Olympic stadium.
Football Commentator
Good afternoon, and welcome to a packed Olympic stadium, München...
Rückspiel [Return match]
Football Commentator
...for the second leg of this exciting final. [German philosophers jog out of the dressing room.] And here come the Germans now, led by their
skipper, "Nobby" Hegel. They must surely start favourites this afternoon; they've certainly attracted the most attention from the press with their team
problems. And let's now see their line-up.

High shot of Germans jogging onto pitch.

Football Commentator
The Germans playing 4-2-4, Leibniz in goal, back four Kant, Hegel, Schopenhauer and Schelling, front-runners Schlegel, Wittgenstein, Nietzsche and
Heidegger, and the mid-field duo of Beckenbauer and Jaspers. Beckenbauer obviously a bit of a surprise there.

Greek philosophers, all in togas, jog from the dressing room.
Football Commentator
And here come the Greeks, led out by their veteran centre-half, Heraclitus.

High shot of Greeks jogging onto pitch, kicking balls about etc.

Football Commentator
Let's look at their team. As you'd expect, it's a much more defensive line-up. Plato's in goal, Socrates a front- runner there, and Aristotle as sweeper,
Aristotle very much the man in form. One surprise is the inclusion of Archimedes.

An oriental referee, holding a large sandglass, walks down the centre line, flanked by two linesmen with haloes.

Football Commentator
Well here comes the referee, K'ung fu-tsze (Confucius), and his two linesmen, St Augustine and St Thomas Aquinas. [Referee spots the ball and the
captains shake hands.] And as the two skippers come together to shake hands, we're ready for the start of this very exciting final. The referee Mr
Confucius checks his sand and... [referee blows his whistle] they're off! [The Germans immediately turn away from the ball, hands on chins in
deep contemplation.] Nietzsche and Hegel there. Karl Jaspers number seven on the outside, Wittgenstein there with him. There's Beckenbauer.
Schelling's in there, Heidegger covering. Schopenhauer. [Pan to the other end, the Greeks also thinking deeply, occasionally gesticulating.] And
now it's the Greeks, Epicurus, Plotinus number six. Aristotle. Empedocles of Acragus and Democratus with him. There's Archimedes. Socrates, there
he is, Socrates. Socrates there, going through. [The camera follows Socrates past the ball, still on the centre spot.] There's the ball! There's the
ball. And Nietzsche there. Nietzsche, number ten in this German side.

0 : 0
Football Commentator
Kant moving up on the outside. Schlegel's on the left, the Germans moving very well in these opening moments.

International Philosophy - Update
The cast:
John Cleese
Football Commentator
Michael Palin
John Cleese

The sketch:
Well right now we're going back to the Olympic stadium for the closing minutes of the Philosophy Final, and I understand that there's still no score.

On the pitch, a German is remonstrating with the referee.

Football Commentator
Well there may be no score, but there's certainly no lack of excitement here. As you can see, Nietzsche has just been booked for arguing with the referee. He
accused Confucius of having no free will, and Confucius he say, "Name go in book". And this is Nietzsche's third booking in four games. [We see a bearded
figure in a track-suit is warming up on the touch-line.] And who's that? It's Karl Marx, Karl Marx is warming up. It looks as though there's going to be a
substitution in the German side. [Marx removes the track-suit, under which he is wearing a suit.] Obviously the manager Martin Luther has decided on
all-out attack, as indeed he must with only two minutes of the match to go. And the big question is, who is he going to replace, who's going to come off. It
could be Jaspers, Hegel or Schopenhauer, but it's Wittgenstein! Wittgenstein, who saw his aunty only last week, and here's Marx. [Marx begins some
energetic knees-up running about.] Let's see it he can put some life into this German attack. [The referee blows his whistle; Marx stops and begins
contemplating like the rest.] Evidently not. What a shame. Well now, with just over a minute left, a replay on Tuesday looks absolutely vital. There's
Archimedes, and I think he's had an idea.
Eureka! [He runs towards the ball and kicks it.]
Football Commentator
Archimedes out to Socrates, Socrates back to Archimedes, Archimedes out to Heraclitus, he beats Hegel [who, like all the Germans, is still thinking] .
Heraclitus a little flick, here he comes on the far post, Socrates is there, Socrates heads it in! Socrates has scored! The Greeks are going mad, the Greeks are
going mad. Socrates scores, got a beautiful cross from Archimedes. The Germans are disputing it. Hegel is arguing that the reality is merely an a priori adjunct
of non-naturalistic ethics, Kant via the categorical imperative is holding that ontologically it exists only in the imagination, and Marx is claiming it was offside.
But Confucius has answered them with the final whistle! It's all over! Germany, having trounced England's famous midfield trio of Bentham, Locke and
Hobbes in the semi-final, have been beaten by the odd goal, and let's see it again. [Replay viewed from behind the goal.] There it is, Socrates, Socrates
heads in and Leibnitz doesn't have a chance. And just look at those delighted Greeks. [The Greeks jog delightedly, holding a cup aloft.] There they are,
"Chopper" Sophocles, Empedocles of Acragus, what a game he had. And Epicurus is there, and Socrates the captain who scored what was probably the
most important goal of his career.