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IANVA – Il Bello Della Sfida

IANVA’s music represents the pure expression of both Western culture most ambitious projects of the past and the feeling of uneasiness and need for fulfilment of the citizens of the Now.

In the last years IANVA has been giving back to us forgotten words as Passion, Boldness or Dignity and Honour through an overwhelming and diverse mixture of sounds from the greatest moments of past eras: from the soundscapes created by Ennio Morricone or Stelvio Cipriani through the very first Italian new wave; from Jacques Brel and Ute Lemper to old British nocturnal ballads; from the eternal sounds of Imperial Italy through figures like Mina, Milva, Dalida, Fabrizio De André or Lucio Battisti, IANVA is the mighty aura of the past cast in the future.

IANVA (prnounced “ya-noo-ah” or “ianua”) is an ensemble from Genoa, Italy that was born as the collision of individuals of the most diverse backgrounds: the vocal part is divided between Mercy (ex member from Malombra, Segno Del Comando and Helden Rune) and Stefania D’Alterio (ex-Wagooba). The rhythm section features Francesco La Rosa (ex member from Malombra) on drums and percussion; the bassist Azoth is a former member of Italy’s top black metal band Spite Extreme Wing; Fabio Gremo (with a strong classical background) and Fabio Carfagna (ex-Malombra) are the guitar section; classical background musicians Giuseppe Spanò and Davide La Rosa complete the band.

On the paths of today, IANVA’s sound can be related to the few bombastic and intense approaches of the neofolk realm (but with a vision focused towards a completely different set of visions and with no hidden ideological agenda). What is perceived a some as an end, for IANVA is just one of many points of departure: suggestive film noir atmospheres take the listener to a real trip through a world where the French and Genovese “canzone d’autore” flows with the epic and highly visual compositions of a Morricone and the aforementioned unforgettable Italian voices and the most experimental ’70s progressive rock.

Offical website: http://www.illevriero.it/ianva

This is just a ‘filler and fluffer’ post – I spent a couple of hours with rewriting some of the lousy code today, and hopefully things should be better after my patching.


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Makeup Your Mind, Auschwitz

Make up your mind, Auschwitz Make up your mind, Auschwitz

I just thought it would be funny to edit the lyrics for “Makeup Your Mind” by the J. Geils Band, like so:

I don’t mind waitin’ for you
It’s what I really’
Really want to do
But you got me standin’
Waitin’ all night
And Auschwitz
It just ain’t right

Make up your mind
Make up your mind
Auschwitz, make up your mind
Before it’s too late

I’ve been tryin’
To get close to you
I can’t believe the things
You put me through
So tell me Auschwitz
What’s it gonna be
Do I have to say goodbye
Or you’re stayin’ here with me

Make up your mind
Make up your mind
Auschwitz, make up your mind
Before it’s too late

Auschwitz, believe me I’m tellin’
You for the very last time
Don’t hesitate, don’t turn away
Don’t make me wait
I just can’t wait

Make up your mind
Make up your mind
Auschwitz, make up your mind
Before it’s too late
Before it’s too late
Before it’s too late
Before it’s too late
Before it’s too late
Come on Auschwitz
Make up your mind
Before it’s too late
Before it’s too late
Make up , Make up your mind
Make up , Make up your mind
Make up , Make up your mind
Make up , Make up your mind

Ideally a video would be in order to make it perfect where the numbers range from up-to nine million, and sometimes above, down to merely tens of thousands. Like a matrix the story of Auschwitz changes.

Fortunately for what I had in mind there already is a video bearing the same title and doing the number bit, but with another humorous angle, see:

If I had the means for it, and because I do like to sing, I’d record my version of “Makeup Your Mind” by the J. Geils Band. Maybe somebody else can? 

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k0nsl’s Top 6 Songs

Well, just a short list with six of the current most favourite songs of mine. What more is there to say? If you don’t like it, you can lump it 

“Wir lassen uns das Singen nicht verbieten” (with Tina York)

 

They think they’re the smartest in the world
Oh, how they are smart
For it applies only to what they like
What a self-deception, etc,.

“Heut’ Nacht hab’ ich geträumt von dir” (Nicolai Gedda)


 

“Bastard Angel” (Spiritual Front)


 

“Wyndham Hill” (Paul Roland)

 

And we sailed into the wide yielding blue, while far below receding from view
Wyndam Hill and all that we knew.

 

“Make The World Go Away” (Ray Price)


 

“Léon Degrelle” (Massimo Morsello)

 

I listen to a wide variety of music 

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Music: A Tribute To America’s Wars

Here’s a little “tribute” to America’s wars. I see countless of blog posts and entries all over the Internet asking “who is profiting from these wars?” and “why are we fighting all these wars?”. What’s ironic in all of this is that these questions are for the most part asked by clueless Americans.

Well the answer is quite simple, really, but I’ll leave it to the clever Americans to figure it out for themselves: one merely has to ask oneself the following questions:

Who controls America (politics; media; institutions, etc,.)?

Who are you paying millions of tax to each year?

Who have you paid billions of money to, relating to this so-called “holocaust” each year?

Who are you paying millions each year; subsidising the building of “holohoax monuments” and various “remembrance institutions” and “Shoah foundations”?

Who pays for all these wars that are only of benefit to a tiny – albeit vocal – minority in America?

If you can’t reach the same conclusion which so many other people already figured out a long time ago….well, I say, good riddance.

In any case here’s a little tribute to all those ‘American patriots’ fighting for “Eretz Israel”

Download

https://k0nsl.org/blog/k1/uploads/2012/12/Zyclon-E_Finally_War-EF_k0nsl.mp3

Listen
Lyrics

You don’t need to read or write
As long as you know how to fight
In war there is no wrong or right
And there’s no need to be polite

I’m a warrior to the bone
The greatest one the world has known
With all the weapons that I own
The war zone is what I call home

World war 3, 4, 5 and 6.
I’ll fight them all just for the kicks
And when I meet those foreign bricks
I’ll open up my bag of tricks

Cluster bombs and VX gas
Weapons of the highest class
A wish to kick some serious ass
Divides the warriors from the mass

war, a short cut into freedom
war, a perfect place to be
guns, the greatest of inventions
guns, means everything to me

*****
Finally it’s war again!
It happens every now and then
A chance to kill and rape again
My happiness will never end

It’s global fun, it has begun
Bombardment in the midnight sun
Children dying one by one
Let’s never end this bombing run
*****
Soldiers marching out to war
My mother was a fucking whore
I want to kill and rape them all
Come listen to the soldiers call !!!!

The human race was made for this
And every night I prayed for this
And if you want a piece of this
Come get it, this is where it is!

In battle I can use my skill
My main objective is to kill
Keep marching forward, don’t stay still
Open fire, shoot to kill

People dying, by my gun
Children crying, this is fun!
I have no mercy I’m the one
That will keep marching till we’ve won!

war, a short cut into freedom
war, a perfect place to be
guns, the greatest of inventions
guns, means everything to me

tanks, can settle any conflict
tanks, will get the message through
bombs, the solution to our problems
bombs, a gift from me to you

You don’t need to read or write
As long as you know how to fight
In war there is no wrong or right
And there’s no need to be polite

I’m a warrior to the bone
The greatest one the world has known
With all the weapons that I own
The war zone is what I call home

World war 3, 4, 5 and 6.
I’ll fight them all, just for the kicks!
And when I meet those foreign bricks
I’ll open up my bag of tricks

Cluster bombs and VX gas
Weapons of the highest class
A wish to kick some serious ass
Divides the warriors from the mass

*****
Finally it’s war again!
It happens every now and then
A chance to kill and rape again
My happiness will never end

It’s global fun, it has begun
Bombardment in the midnight sun
Children dying one by one
Let’s never end this bombing run
*****

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Polish Band Commemorates Katyn

A Polish band called Horytnica commemorates Katyn through a song named Katyńskie Łzy which means in English “Tears for Katyn” or “Katyn Tears”, I’m not good at Polish so you may correct me on that.

If you want to learn more about Katyn I recommend the resources within this link:

If somebody fluent in the Polish and English language reads this: could you please transcribe the lyrics of this song into English?

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Alternative Lyrics to ‘Your Feet’s Too Big’

It’s no secret that I occasionally enjoy a bit of Fats Waller, in particular his song ‘Your Feet’s Too Big’.

Although this alternative text that somebody once wrote — many years ago — seem to take precedence over the original. One should listen to it with the accompanying melody of the original song: Waller’s ‘Your Feet’s Too Big’. Honestly, I think somebody should record it just because of the humour value it would bring. Can you imagine somebody singing this:

Yea, I’m gonna a build a gas chamber or two
One for me, and one for you
The first one just wouldn’t do
So I had to build me two
Because your feets too big
It can’t take ya cuz your feets too big
It really hates ya cuz your feets too big
It don’t want ya cuz yer feets too big

Well the strain on the furnaces was colossal
Your feet stuck out like a fossil
They all said twas impossible
Because Yer Feets too big

Again, this certainly is in line with my sort of humour…

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Another Excellent Song

Friends,

I like music a lot – everything from Schubert to Fats Waller (I’m sometimes accused of racism; but this accusation always flies from the direction of the Jews – most certainly only because I criticize their anti-German hate stories).

Mostly my choice of music is dependant on one thing – meaningful lyrics – or some intellectual underlying (subliminal) message: for me, the music must appell to something. For example, I could never enjoy certified shit such as Britney Spears, Justin Timberlake or some other mainstream “musicians”, who merely produce records to earn mounds of money.

I want to listen to an artist that produces music because he loves it and wants people to listen regardless if he makes a buck or not.

So in any case, here comes an excellent song by Carl Klang that has a meaningful text. The title of this song is: Blinded by the Lies. Sung live by Carl Klang.

Text / Lyrics:

…Now we can see a new world: coming into view– a world in which there is the very real prospect of a new world order… …The new world order does not mean surrendering our national sovereignty, or forfeiting our interest…” — President George Bush

 

How can I convince you
When your ears refuse to hear?
You turn your heart away from me
Each time when I draw near
Your eyes refuse to meet with mine
They glance away in fear
As if you should not look at
Your reflection in the mirror

How can I explain to you
When you won’t understand
You scoff me and you mock me
And reject the truth at hand
You spread your viscous rumors
All across this troubled land
You willfully and knowingly
Transgress from His command

Your mind has been made up for you
By people you don’t know
Who’s thought machines control the scene
So well it doesn’t show
How can I contain this anguish and this pain
Knowing that your eyes are blinded by the lies

Have your eyes been blinded by the lies?
Have your eyes been blinded by the lies?
Yes, your eyes are blinded by the lies
Yes, your eyes are blinded by the lies

Every time I think about the damage
That’s been done
The anger wells inside me
Till I’m almost over come
I want to tear the moon out of the sky
And block the sun
Why do I feel so all alone, like I’m the only one?

Even though your eyes are open
They may never ever see
Your mind may never comprehend
This simple subtly
Your heart may never hunger for the truth
That sets you free
Your soul may know
The darkness of divine eternity

Like petty thieves
Who plunder in the shadows of the night
they break inside
and enter through the windows of your mind
How can I control this poisoning of the soul
These lies that blind your eyes?

Blinded by the lies
Have your eyes been blinded by the lies?
Have your eyes been blinded by the lies?
Yes, your eyes are blinded by the lies
Yes, your eyes are blinded by the lies

Your mind has been made up for you
By people you don’t know
Who’s thought machine controls the scene
So well it doesn’t show
How can I contain this anguish and this pain
Knowing that your eyes are blinded by the lies?

Have your eyes been blinded by the lies?