SONGS FOR THE MOVIE STARS - INTRODUCING

Poiché ho cambiato l'ordine dei post, in questo primo contributo alle song dedicate a divi e registi, e il cappello introduttivo non corrisponde al reale contenuto di nomi e video se non in parte, chiedo ai gentili lettori di proseguire nel percorso "SONG FOR" che si dipana in "SONGS FOR THE FALLEN STARS", "SONGS FOR THE BEAUTY STARS", "SONGS FOR GENTLEMEN & GUNFIGHTER", "SONGS FOR MOVIE DIRECTORS".

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INTRODUCING

Non c'è modo migliore di iniziare una rassegna di canzoni dedicate ai divi e alle dive dello schermo che una song dei leggendari The Kinks.

THE KINKS – CELLULOID HEROES [da "Everybody's in Show-Biz", 1972]

Everybody's a dreamer and everybody's a star,

And everybody's in movies, it doesn't matter who you are.
There are stars in every city,
In every house and on every street,
And if you walk down Hollywood Boulevard
Their names are written in concrete!

Don't step on Greta Garbo as you walk down the Boulevard,
She looks so weak and fragile that's why she tried to be so hard
But they turned her into a princess
And they sat her on a throne,
But she turned her back on stardom,
Because she wanted to be alone.

You can see all the stars as you walk down Hollywood Boulevard,
Some that you recognise, some that you've hardly even heard of,
People who worked and suffered and struggled for fame,
Some who succeeded and some who suffered in vain.
Rudolph Valentino, looks very much alive,
And he looks up ladies' dresses as they sadly pass him by.
Avoid stepping on Bela Lugosi
'Cos he's liable to turn and bite,
But stand close by Bette Davis
Because hers was such a lonely life.
If you covered him with garbage,
George Sanders would still have style,
And if you stamped on Mickey Rooney
He would still turn round and smile,
But please don't tread on dearest Marilyn
'Cos she's not very tough,
She should have been made of iron or steel,
But she was only made of flesh and blood.

You can see all the stars as you walk down Hollywood Boulevard,
Some that you recognise, some that you've hardly even heard of.
People who worked and suffered and struggled for fame,
Some who succeeded and some who suffered in vain.

Everybody's a dreamer and everybody's a star
And everybody's in show biz, it doesn't matter who you are.

And those who are successful,
Be always on your guard,
Success walks hand in hand with failure
Along Hollywood Boulevard.

I wish my life was a non-stop Hollywood movie show,
A fantasy world of celluloid villains and heroes,
Because celluloid heroes never feel any pain
And celluloid heroes never really die.

You can see all the stars as you walk along Hollywood Boulevard,
Some that you recognise, some that you've hardly even heard of,
People who worked and suffered and struggled for fame,
Some who succeeded and some who suffered in vain.

Oh celluloid heroes never feel any pain
Oh celluloid heroes never really die.

I wish my life was a non-stop Hollywood movie show,
A fantasy world of celluloid villains and heroes,
Because celluloid heroes never feel any pain
And celluloid heroes never really die

SIGOURNEY WEAVER

Queen of Denmark del songwriter John Grant, leader e voce della band The Czars esce nel 2010. Per me è un colpo di fulmine: da allora non so quante volte l’ho ascoltata e riascoltata. Soprattutto l’incantevole song dedicata a Sigourney Weaver in cui c’è un cenno su Winona Ryder ‘in certi film di vampiri’..

When I woke up today, the air was very strange

I couldn't feel my skin and there was evil in my bones
I tried to speak but found that I didn't have a voice
It was a prison like the one you would find in the twilight zone

And I feel just like Sigourney Weaver
When she had to kill those aliens
And one guy tried to get them back to the earth
And she couldn't believe her ears

So I was taken or I went towards what was west
Where the ground was dead and struvk out at the giant sky
The sky was black and filled with tiny silver holes
And it was there with the frightened voice that I began to cry out loud

I feel just like Winona Ryder
In that movie about vampires
And she couldn't get that accent right
Neither could that other guy

And I feel just like I am on Jupiter
One man looks like rainbows, sure
But it doesn't lend itself to life
And I haven't finished yet

ERNEST BORGNINE

Grant deve essere un fan di attori perché due anni dopo, 2013, pubblica il suo secondo disco, Pale Green Ghosts, il suo secondo appuntamento. “Ernest Borgnine è anche la canzone in cui parla della sua positività all’HIV: Quanto è abbastanza? / Una domanda molto difficile / dovresti pensarci prima o poi / mentre affondi sempre più in basso… / Il medico senza guardarmi mi dice che ho preso la malattia… / ora, cosa ti aspettavi, / hai speso la tua vita in ginocchio. / Non è mai troppo tardi, dimmi di cosa hai paura… / Mi chiedo cosa avrebbe fatto Ernest Borgnine / ho avuto modo di incontrarlo una volta ed era davvero molto cool…”) http://sentireascoltare.com/articoli/fantasmi-verde-pallido/

How much is enough? That's a really tough question.

You ought to give it some thought sooner or later.

Got off of the hooch and the crack and skipped the smack down--

But then you had to find yourself a lower low.

Doc ain't lookin' at me; says I got the disease.

Now what did you expect? You spent your life on your knees.

It was never too late. Tell me--what were you afraid of?

Do the numbers in your head or get out your calculator.

Sorry that you think you had it rough in the first world.

You ought to get out a map sooner than later.

Knowledge has turned into a trap; you have to slow down.

Get out of your head and spend less time alone.

But you never learn; you get your labyrinth on.

You lay awake at night and think that you are getting old.

You don't need to panic now; you got time to do that later.

You're the Jack who's chasing Danny outside in the snow.

I got to meet him once, and he was really, really cool.

And when I think about everything's that he's been through,

I wish he'd call me on the phone and take my ass to school.

GIULIETTA MASINA

Pálpebras de neblina, pele d'alma Lágrima negra tinta Lua, lua, lua Giuletta Masina Ah, puta de uma outra esquina Ah, minha vida sozinha Ah, tela de luz puríssima (existirmes a que será que se destina) Ah, Giuletta Masina Ah, vídeo de uma outra luz Pálpebras de neblina, pele d'alma Giuletta Masina

Fascinosi divi dello schermo: di alcuni ha scritto Goffredo Fofi in Più stelle che in cielo [e/o, 1995], - Gary Cooper, Henry fonda, Humphrey Bogart, John Garfield, William Holden, Robert Mitchum, ecc.

CARY GRANT

BELA LUGOSI

VINCENT PRICE

PETER SELLERS

JACKIE CHAN

DUSTIN HOFFMAN

Dustin Hoffman non è fonte ispiratrice per gli OF MONTREAL [band indie pop/rock di Athens, come i R.E.M., frontman Kenny Barnes] se non per avere fornito la dozzina di titoli dell'album de 2000, "The Early Four Track Recordings", tutti allusivi a una non verificata idrorepellenza dell'attore; titoli come "Dustin Hoffman ha bisogno di farsi un bagno", "I figli di Dustin Hoffman vanno in bagno", ecc. Il disco è un'amenità lontana dagli esiti migliori della band e Dustin Hoffman un pretesto patafisico. Ecco il primo pezzo dell'album, gli altri sono su you tube.

JOAN CRAWFORD [MILDRED PIERCE]

Nota. Prego gli amici utenti che nel proporre song che sicuramente possono essermi sfuggite, nonostante la mia ‘ricerca’ sia stata molto accurata, di attenersi strettamente al titolo del post. Sarebbe errato, quindi, infilarci canzoni in cui si citino nomi di ‘star’ senza che né il titolo né il contenuto corrispondano al carattere, alla vita, alla musica della star. Inutile citare Vita pericolosa di Vasco Rossi o Keaton di Francesco Guccini: nel primo caso Steve McQueen è pura pretesa autobiografica, nel secondo Keaton è un nomignolo dato a uno sconosciuto conoscente del cantante. Lo so che in questo modo si rischia di sacrificare delle canzoni, in cui vengono citate delle star, di assoluto valore musicale, ma, per non deludervi inserisco qui Invitation to the Blues di Tom Waits in cui… capite che cosa voglio dire.

Well she s up against the register
with an apron and a spatula
with yesterday s deliveries,
and the tickets for the bachelors
she s a moving violation
from her conk down to her shoes
but it s just an invitation to the blues

and you feel just like Cagney
looks like Rita Hayworth
at the counter of the Schwab s drug store
you wonder if she might be single
she s a loner likes to mingle
got to be patient and pick up a clue