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post di transizione lenta al gioco del '68:
Sous les pavés la sottise


Grazie a Sogniebisogni più Maria Elena e Leopoldo Lugones


See the black bird
in that tree
trying out the branches, puzzled.
I am up there with you
puzzled against the rain
blinking my eyes.

Joseph Ceravolo (1934 Astoria, NYC - 1988) Transmigration solo



Poi, poichè nel "mio" '68 fui per la prima volta a New Orleans salendo da Argentina aggiungo un tomueits + karaoke à l'ordre du jour: CLICCA QUI o sull' immagine su.

Well, I wish I was in New Orleans
I can see it in my dreams
arm-in-arm down Burgundy
a bottle and my friends and me
hoist up a few tall cool ones
play some pool and listen to that
tenor saxophone calling me home
and I can hear the band begin
"When the Saints Go Marching In"
by the whiskers on my chin
New Orleans, I'll be there


I'll drink you under the table

be red nose go for walks
the old haunts what I wants
is red beans and rice
and wear the dress I like so well
and meet me at the old saloon
make sure there's a Dixie moon
New Orleans, I'll be there

and deal the cards roll the dice
if it ain't that ole Chuck E. Weiss
and Clayborn Avenue me and you
Sam Jones and all
and I wish I was in New Orleans
I can see it in my dreams
arm-in-arm down Burgundy
a bottle and my friends and me
New Orleans, I'll be there



Pubblicato il 9/5/2008 alle 1.2 nella rubrica I venerdì asburgomarxisti.

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