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On April 3, 1965, Ennio Morricone recorded this masterpiece in Rome.
Sixty years ago.
The soundtrack of a lifetime.
For A Few Dollars More | Ennio Morricone | 1965.
43 years ago today, Pink Floyd released The Final Cut, the last album with Roger Waters, and the band's third number one album. Going under a working title of Spare Bricks, it was originally planned as an album of unused tracks and alternate versions, until news events in the South Atlantic inspired Roger who came up with "A requiem for the post war dream". A scarce two-track promo was created at the time:
So ya thought ya might like to go to the show
To feel the warm thrill of confusion
That space cadet glow
I got some bad news for you sunshine
Pink isn't well, he stayed back at the hotel
And they sent us along as a surrogate band
We're gonna find out where you fans really stand
Are there any queers in the theatre tonight?
Get 'em up against the wall (against the wall)
Now there's one in the spotlight, he don't look right to me
Get him up against the wall (against the...)
And that one looks Jewish and that one's a coon
Who let all this riff-raff into the room?
There's one smoking a joint and another with spots
If I had my way I'd have all of ya shot
il 18 febbraio 1978 i Talking Heads
debuttano nella classifica statunitense
Billboard Hot 100 con il leggendario
singolo “Psycho Killer".
Il brano è inserito nel loro
primo album, “Talking Heads: 77”.
#TankingHeads#pillolerock
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Little by little the night turns around
Counting the leaves which tremble at dawn
Lotuses lean on each other in yearning
Under the eaves the swallow is resting
Set the controls for the heart of the sun
Over the mountain watching the watcher
Breaking the darkness waking the grapevine
One inch of love is one inch of shadow
Love is the shadow that ripens the wine
Set the controls for the heart of the sun
The heart of the sun
The heart of the sun
The heart of the sun
The heart of the sun
The heart of the sun
The heart of the sun
The heart of the sun
The heart of the sun
The heart of the sun
The heart of the sun
The heart of the sun
The heart of the sun
The heart of the sun
Witness the man who raves at the wall
Making the shape of his question to heaven
Whether the sun will fall in the evening
Will he remember the lesson of giving?
Set the controls for the heart of the sun
The heart of the sun
The heart of the sun
The heart of the sun
The heart of the sun
The heart of the sun
The heart of the sun
The heart of the sun
The heart of the sun
The heart of the sun
The heart of the sun
The heart of the sun
The heart of the sun
The heart of the sun
The heart of the sun
Heavy hung the canopy of blue
Shade my eyes and I can see you
White was the light
That shines through the dress that you wore
She lay in the shadow of a wave
Hazy were the visions overplayed
Sunshine in her eyes
But moonshine made her cry everytime
Green is the colour of her kind
Quickness of the eye
Deceives the mind
Envy is the bond between
The hopefull and the damned
il 12 Gennaio 1963 durante
la sua partecipazione al programma
della BBC “Madhouse on Castle Street”,
Bob Dylan suona per la prima volta
dal vivo “Blowin' in the wind".
#BobDylan#pillolerock
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Take all your overgrown infants away somewhere
And build them a home, a little place of their own
The Fletcher Memorial Home
For Incurable Tyrants and Kings
And they can appear to themselves every day
On closed circuit TV
To make sure they're still real
It's the only connection they feel
Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome Reagan and Haig
Mr. Begin and friend, Mrs. Thatcher, and Paisley (Hello Maggie!)
Mr. Brezhnev and party
(Scusi dov'è il bar?)
The ghost of McCarthy,
And the memories of Nixon
And now, adding colour (Da questa parte)
A group of anonymous Latin-American meat packing glitterati"
Did they expect us to treat them with any respect?
They can polish their medals and sharpen their smiles,
And abuse themselves playing games for a while
Boom boom, bang bang, lie down you're dead
Safe in the permanent gaze of a cold glass eye
Their favourite toy
They'll be good girls and boys
In the Fletcher Memorial Home for colonial
Wasters of life and limb
Is everyone in?
Are you having a nice time?
(Goodbye!)
Now the final solution can be applied