Piadina

Christmas Day in Milano

Werner Herzog Eats His Shoe

A Classic Short Documentary - Madness of Genius

F for Fake

F for Fake, Orson Welles, 1974

It is the craziest "thing" I've ever watched on a screen

Ladies and gentleman, by way of introduction, this is a film about trickery, fraud, about lies. Tell it by the fireside or in a marketplace or in a movie, almost any story is almost certainly some kind of lie. But not this time. This is a promise. For the next hour, everything you hear from us is really true and based on solid fact...

Loved it!!!

Never Honk At Old Ladies

As Classic As Hilarious

A+ to the guy holding the camera

Cinema Polacco

Cinema Polacco

Regia di Gianluca Fumagalli

con Leonardo Manera e Claudia Penoni

Petrektek & Cripztak, da Zelig ad uno sperduto villaggio in Polonia.

Un corto che si allunga - questa una prima parte - presto sara' intero, proprio come il latte.

Why Making Documentaries

Chris Rock

Can White People Say the Word Nigga?



Chris ROCKS!

simply the best

his last stand-up special is entirely on youtube - Kill The Messenger - look it up!

Voi non siete carichissimi??

Zoopolis

or

How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love My Cage

It's All Happening at the Zoo

Dopofestival 2008, Elio e le Storie Tese

Uno dei migliori programmi andati in onda negli ultimi anni. Grandi Elii

Michele Zarrillo guitar Hero



La canzone della Tatangelo





La canzone vincitrice della gara dei ggiovani, dei Sonohra



Grande (Paolo Meneguzzi)



Bertè Profondo Rosso



Ricordi, Finley



Eelst feat Toto Cutugno



Cammina Cammina, Minghi



Vita tranquilla, Tricarico



Elio e la bellissima Andrea Osvart



Un commosso Rocco Tanica, annuncia la scomparsa di un grande personaggio



Max Gazzè feat Elio



Grande Sud



Gran Finale



Backstage

Parco Sempione

Nuovo grande video di Elio feat. Maccio Capatonda

Paranoid - How I learned to stop worryin about me

Home made video with the song "Paranoid" written and played by me



It's just for fun

Chimes of Freedom

Far between sundown's finish an' midnight's broken toll
We ducked inside the doorway, thunder crashing
As majestic bells of bolts struck shadows in the sounds
Seeming to be the chimes of freedom flashing
Flashing for the warriors whose strength is not to fight
Flashing for the refugees on the unarmed road of flight
An' for each an' ev'ry underdog soldier in the night
An' we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing.

In the city's melted furnace, unexpectedly we watched
With faces hidden while the walls were tightening
As the echo of the wedding bells before the blowin' rain
Dissolved into the bells of the lightning
Tolling for the rebel, tolling for the rake
Tolling for the luckless, the abandoned an' forsaked
Tolling for the outcast, burnin' constantly at stake
An' we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing.

Through the mad mystic hammering of the wild ripping hail
The sky cracked its poems in naked wonder
That the clinging of the church bells blew far into the breeze
Leaving only bells of lightning and its thunder
Striking for the gentle, striking for the kind
Striking for the guardians and protectors of the mind
An' the unpawned painter behind beyond his rightful time
An' we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing.

Through the wild cathedral evening the rain unraveled tales
For the disrobed faceless forms of no position
Tolling for the tongues with no place to bring their thoughts
All down in taken-for-granted situations
Tolling for the deaf an' blind, tolling for the mute
Tolling for the mistreated, mateless mother, the mistitled prostitute
For the misdemeanor outlaw, chased an' cheated by pursuit
An' we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing.

Even though a cloud's white curtain in a far-off corner flashed
An' the hypnotic splattered mist was slowly lifting
Electric light still struck like arrows, fired but for the ones
Condemned to drift or else be kept from drifting
Tolling for the searching ones, on their speechless, seeking trail
For the lonesome-hearted lovers with too personal a tale
An' for each unharmful, gentle soul misplaced inside a jail
An' we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing.

Starry-eyed an' laughing as I recall when we were caught
Trapped by no track of hours for they hanged suspended
As we listened one last time an' we watched with one last look
Spellbound an' swallowed 'til the tolling ended
Tolling for the aching ones whose wounds cannot be nursed
For the countless confused, accused, misused, strung-out ones an' worse
An' for every hung-up person in the whole wide universe
An' we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing.

L'eretico Don Mauro

Lacrime agli occhi...

Giovani

Il carro Italia al carnevale di Viareggio e' trainato da vecchi.

Gli ultrasettantenni ci hanno un po' rotto le palle.

La nostra unica speranza per il futuro sono i giovani.

E allora ecco che ripropongo un video

Per ridar fiducia ad una nazione sull'orlo di una crisi di nervi.

Fatevi avanti baldi giovani, siete la nostra unica salvezza!

Rejected

Hilarious!

Road to Zion

Damian Marley featuring Nas

Moosin' Around

Spitty Cash, il poeta, il genio...

Inarrivabile. Se pensavate di aver sentito tutto, non conoscete Spitty







I versi più belli:

"lo so che non è facile per loro...
...ma neanche per me"

"Milano! Roma! Sto Arrivando!"

"volevo fare i cash" (mostrando sì e no cinque euri)


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