[Robin Gibb]
In a world that's ever changing, why can't we?
What happened to that word: democracy?
Are we acting just like dreamers
That do nothing for a stunt?
Should they send someone like Nixon to the front?
[Barry Gibb]
Let us gather all together in the land
We'll surround the Vatican City, hand in hand.
Just for those who may not come back,
And those who never will.
Celebrate the young man living still,
Living still, living still.
If you wanna meet my friends, there ain't many.
If you wanna know my family, they're all gone.
If you wanna drink my wine, there ain't any.
All that I got is a simple word called love.
[Robin]
Dear Mr. Kissinger, you know
New York's run for Paris, you should go.
We're all sitting, waiting,
But nothing seems to rhyme.
Oh, what's going to happen to this tiny world of mine?
[Barry]
If you wanna meet my friends, there ain't many.
If you wanna know my family, they're all gone.
If you wanna drink my wine, there ain't any.
All that I got is a simple word called love.
In a world that's ever changing, why can't we?
What happened to that word: democracy?
Are we acting just like dreamers
That do nothing for a stunt?
Should they send someone like Nixon to the front?
[Barry Gibb]
Let us gather all together in the land
We'll surround the Vatican City, hand in hand.
Just for those who may not come back,
And those who never will.
Celebrate the young man living still,
Living still, living still.
If you wanna meet my friends, there ain't many.
If you wanna know my family, they're all gone.
If you wanna drink my wine, there ain't any.
All that I got is a simple word called love.
[Robin]
Dear Mr. Kissinger, you know
New York's run for Paris, you should go.
We're all sitting, waiting,
But nothing seems to rhyme.
Oh, what's going to happen to this tiny world of mine?
[Barry]
If you wanna meet my friends, there ain't many.
If you wanna know my family, they're all gone.
If you wanna drink my wine, there ain't any.
All that I got is a simple word called love.
envoyé par Alessandro - 13/10/2005 - 14:39
È morto a 100 anni Henry Kissinger, l’ex segretario di Stato Usa che vinse il Nobel per la pace
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Questa è davvero una chiccazza! Si tratta di una canzone scritta dai Gibb brothers (The Bee Gees) nel 1972 per un album dal titolo incredibile ("One kick in the head is worth eight in the pants", ovvero "Un calcio in testa vale otto calci in culo") che non fu mai pubblicato dalla Atlantic (e forse con qualche ragione!).
Il brano "Dear Mr. Kissinger" (ovviamente indirizzato a quel boia che ancora oggi tira qualche filo della politica statunitense), è in sè abbastanza "cariogeno" (anche se i mitici fratelli non cantano in falsetto!) ma alcuni passaggi sono abbastanza espliciti ("Should they send someone like Nixon to the front?"... e Nixon stava giusto entrando nel vortice del Watergate!).