Fireworks

Un artista che mi ha sempre dato l’idea di poter offrire spunto per degli stupri musicali è Katy Perry. Dopo una difficile ricerca la scelta cade sulla versione di Leo Moracchioli della hit Fireworks.

Katy Perry – Versione originale

Do you ever feel like a plastic bag
Drifting through the wind, wanting to start again?
Do you ever feel, feel so paper thin
Like a house of cards, one blow from caving in?

Do you ever feel already buried deep six feet under?
Screams but no one seems to hear a thing
Do you know that there’s still a chance for you
‘Cause there’s a spark in you?

You just gotta ignite the light and let it shine
Just own the night like the 4th of July
‘Cause, baby, you’re a firework
Come on, show ‘em what you’re worth
Make ‘em go, “Aah, aah, aah”
As you shoot across the sky-y-y

Baby, you’re a firework
Come on, let your colours burst
Make ‘em go, “Aah, aah, aah”
You’re gonna leave ‘em all in awe, awe, awe

You don’t have to feel like a wasted space
You’re original, cannot be replaced
If you only knew what the future holds
After a hurricane comes a rainbow

Maybe a reason why all the doors are closed
So you could open one that leads you to the perfect road
Like a lightning bolt, your heart will glow
And when it’s time you’ll know

You just gotta ignite the light and let it shine
Just own the night like the 4th of July

‘Cause, baby, you’re a firework
Come on, show ‘em what you’re worth
Make ‘em go, “Aah, aah, aah”
As you shoot across the sky-y-y

Baby, you’re a firework
Come on, let your colours burst
Make ‘em go, “Aah, aah, aah”
You’re gonna leave ‘em all in awe, awe, awe

Boom, boom, boom
Even brighter than the moon, moon, moon
It’s always been inside of you, you, you
And now it’s time to let it through-ough-ough

‘Cause, baby, you’re a firework
Come on, show ‘em what you’re worth
Make ‘em go, “Aah, aah, aah”
As you shoot across the sky-y-y

Baby, you’re a firework
Come on, let your colours burst
Make ‘em go, “Aah, aah, aah”
You’re gonna leave ‘em all in awe, awe, awe

Boom, boom, boom
Even brighter than the moon, moon, moon
Boom, boom, boom
Even brighter than the moon, moon, moon

Leo Moracchioli – Versione pestata

Rasputin

A distanza di oltre due anni torniamo con la rubrica Metallizzazione. Stavolta la vittima è il gruppo Boney M, divenuto famoso per Daddy Cool.

Boney M. – Versione Originale

There lived a certain man in Russia long ago
He was big and strong, in his eyes a flaming glow
Most people looked at him with terror and with fear
But to Moscow chicks he was such a lovely dear
He could preach the bible like a preacher
Full of ecstacy and fire
But he also was the kind of teacher
Women would desire

RA RA RASPUTIN
Lover of the Russian queen
There was a cat that really was gone
RA RA RASPUTIN
Russia’s greatest love machine
It was a shame how he carried on

He ruled the Russian land and never mind the czar
But the kasachok he danced really wunderbar
In all affairs of state he was the man to please
But he was real great when he had a girl to squeeze
For the queen he was no wheeler dealer
Though she’d heard the things he’d done
She believed he was a holy healer
Who would heal her son

(Spoken:)
But when his drinking and lusting and his hunger
for power became known to more and more people,
the demands to do something about this outrageous
man became louder and louder.

“This man’s just got to go!” declared his enemies
But the ladies begged “Don’t you try to do it, please”
No doubt this Rasputin had lots of hidden charms
Though he was a brute they just fell into his arms
Then one night some men of higher standing
Set a trap, they’re not to blame
“Come to visit us” they kept demanding
And he really came

RA RA RASPUTIN
Lover of the Russian queen
They put some poison into his wine
RA RA RASPUTIN
Russia’s greatest love machine
He drank it all and he said “I feel fine”

RA RA RASPUTIN
Lover of the Russian queen
They didn’t quit, they wanted his head
RA RA RASPUTIN
Russia’s greatest love machine
And so they shot him till he was dead

(Spoken:) Oh, those Russians…

Turisas – Versione Folk Metal

 

Party All The Time

Come già in molte occasioni, a farsi largo tra le cover più improbabili spuntano i finlandesi Children of Bodom. Questa volta la vittima è Eddie Murphy.
Da notare il ritornello in una tonalità un po’ bonjoviana.

Eddie Murphy – Versione originale

Girl
I can’t understand it why you want to hurt me
After all the things I’ve done for you
I buy you champagne and roses and diamonds on your finger
Diamonds on your finger
Still you hang out all night
what am I to do?

My girl wants to

party all the time
party all the time
party all the time

My girl wants to
party all the time

Party all the time
Party all the time… ooohh…

She likes to parties all the time

Girl
I’ve seen you in clubs just hanging out and dancing
You give your number to every man you see
You never come home at night because you’re out romancing
I wish you bring some of your love home to me

But my girl wants to

party all the time
party all the time
party all the time

My girl wants to
party all the time

Party all the time
Party all the time… ooohh…

She likes to parties all the time

Children Of Bodom – Versione bonjoviana para-thrash

Maniac

Ennesimo episodio di Metallizzazione. Questa volta andiamo indietro nel pieno degli anni ottanta e coinvolgiamo nella missione una band greca: i Firewind di Gus G reinterpretano la colonna sonora del celebre film Flashdance.

Michael Sembello – Versione originale

Just a still town girl on a saturday night, lookin’ for the fight of her life
In the real-time world no one sees her at all, they all say she’s crazy
Locking rhythms to the beat of her heart, changing woman into life
She has danced into the danger zone, when a dancer becomes a dance

It can cut you like a knife, if the gift becomes the fire
On a wire between will and what will be

She’s a maniac, maniac on the floor
And she’s dancing like she’s never danced before
She’s a maniac, maniac on the floor
And she’s dancing like she’s never danced before

On the ice-build iron sanity is a place most never see
It’s a hard warm place of mystery, touch it, but can’t hold it
You work all your life for that moment in time, it could come or pass you by
It’s a push of the world, but there’s always a chance
If the hunger stays the night

There’s a cold connective heat, struggling, stretching for defeat
Never stopping with her head against the wind

She’s a maniac, maniac, I sure know
And she’s dancing like she’s never danced before
She’s a maniac, maniac, I sure know
And she’s dancing like she’s never danced before

[Solo]

It can cut you like a knife, if the gift becomes the fire
On a wire between will and what will be

She’s a maniac, maniac, I sure know
And she’s dancing like she’s never danced before
She’s a maniac, maniac, I sure know
And she’s dancing like she’s never danced before
She’s a maniac, maniac, I sure know
And she’s dancing like she’s never danced before

Firewind – Versione 2000s

The Look

Quasi ogni morte di papa, torniamo sul fronte Metallizzazione.
Giusto per ricordare che gli svedesi non sono famosi solo per la cucina da veri uomini, vediamo come se la cavano con la musica.

Roxette – Versione originale

Walking like a man
Hitting like a hammer
She’s a juvenile scam
Never was a quitter
Tasty like a raindrop
She’s got the look

Heavenly bound
Cause heaven’s got a number
When she’s spinning me around
Kissing is a color
Her loving is a wild dog
She’s got the look

She’s got the look (She’s got the look)
She’s got the look (She’s got the look)
What in the world can make a brown-eyed girl turn blue
When everything I’ll ever do I’ll do for you
And I go la la la la la she’s got the look

Fire in the ice
Naked to the t-bone
Is a lover’s disguise
Banging on the head drum
Shaking like a mad bull
She’s got the look

Swaying to the band
Moving like a hammer
She’s a miracle man
Loving is the ocean
Kissing is the wet sand
She’s got the look

She’s got the look (She’s got the look)
She’s got the look (She’s got the look)
What in the world can make a brown-eyed girl turn blue
When everything I’ll ever do I’ll do for you
And I go la la la la la she’s got the look

Walking like a man
Hitting like a hammer
She’s a juvenile scam
Never was a quitter
Tasty like a raindrop
She’s got the look

She goes na na na …
na na na na na na na na na na na na na
na na na na na
na na na na na na na
She’s got the look

She’s got the look (She’s got the look)
She’s got the look (She’s got the look)
What in the world can make a brown-eyed girl turn blue
When everything I’ll ever do I’ll do for you
And I go la la la la la she’s got the look

What in the world can make you so blue
When everything I’ll ever do I’ll do for you
And I go la la la la la

Swedish Hitz Goes Metal – Versione swedish metal

Alejandro

Nell’attuale panorama musicale Lady Gaga è sicuramente uno dei personaggi più noti, vuoi per i suoi abiti stravaganti, vuoi per il successo delle sue canzoni (non proprio eccelso sul piano musicale). Conseguenza ovvia di questo successo è la nascita di cover di alcuni dei suoi brani. Segnalo di seguito una delle meglio riuscite.

Lady Gaga – Versione originale

She’s got both hands in her pockets
And she won’t look at you, won’t look at you
She hides true love, en su bolsillo
She’s got a halo around her finger around you

You know that I love you, boy
Hot like Mexico, rejoice
At this point I gotta choose
Nothing to lose

Don’t call my name, don’t call my name, Alejandro
I’m not your babe, I’m not your babe, Fernando
Don’t wanna kiss, don’t wanna touch
Just smoke one cigarette and hush
Don’t call my name, don’t call my name, Roberto

Alejandro, Alejandro
Ale-Alejandro, Ale-Alejandro
Alejandro, Alejandro
Ale-Alejandro, Ale-Alejandro

Stop please, just let me go
Alejandro, just let me go

She’s not broken, she’s just a baby
But her boyfriend’s like a dad, just like a dad
And all those flames that burned before him
Now he’s gonna firefight, got cool the bad

You know that I love you, boy
Hot like Mexico, rejoice
At this point I gotta choose
Nothing to lose

Don’t call my name, don’t call my name, Alejandro
I’m not your babe, I’m not your babe, Fernando
Don’t wanna kiss, don’t wanna touch
Just smoke one cigarette and hush
Don’t call my name, don’t call my name, Roberto

Alejandro, Alejandro
Ale-Alejandro, Ale-Alejandro
Alejandro, Alejandro
Ale-Alejandro, Ale-Alejandro

Don’t bother me, don’t bother me, Alejandro
Don’t call my name, don’t call my name, bye Fernando
I’m not your babe, I’m not your babe, Alejandro
Don’t wanna kiss, don’t wanna touch, Fernando

Don’t call my name, don’t call my name, Alejandro
I’m not your babe, I’m not your babe, Fernando
Don’t wanna kiss, don’t wanna touch
Just smoke one cigarette and hush
Don’t call my name, don’t call my name, Roberto

Alejandro, Alejandro
Ale-Alejandro, Ale-Alejandro
Alejandro, Alejandro
Ale-Alejandro, Ale-Alejandro

Don’t call my name, don’t call my name, Alejandro
(Alejandro, Alejandro)
nI’m not your babe, I’m not your babe, Fernado
(Ale-Alejandro, Ale-Alejandro)
Don’t wanna kiss, don’t wanna touch
(Alejandro, Alejandro)
Just smoke one cigarette and hush
Don’t call my name, don’t call my name, Roberto
(Ale-Alejandro, Ale-Alejandro)
Alejandro

Helia – Screamo version

Ironic

A distanza di oltre un anno dall’ultima videocreazione di doppiaggio musicale, ecco l’ultima fatica, ad opera di una band pop punk.
AGGIORNAMENTO – il video è stato rimosso per violazione copyright, quindi è stato sostituito con uno neutro

Alanis Morrisette – Versione originale

An old man turned ninety-eight
He won the lottery and died the next day
It’s a black fly in your Chardonnay
It’s a death row pardon two minutes too late
Isn’t it ironic … don’t you think

It’s like rain on your wedding day
It’s a free ride when you’ve already paid
It’s the good advice that you just didn’t take
Who would’ve thought … it figures

Mr. Play It Safe was afraid to fly
He packed his suitcase and kissed his kids good-bye
He waited his whole damn life to take that flight
And as the plane crashed down he thought
‘Well isn’t this nice…’
And isn’t it ironic … don’t you think

It’s like rain on your wedding day
It’s a free ride when you’ve already paid
It’s the good advice that you just didn’t take
Who would’ve thought … it figures

Well life has a funny way of sneaking up on you
When you think everything’s okay and everything’s going right
And life has a funny way of helping you out when
You think everything’s gone wrong and everything blows up
In your face

It’s a traffic jam when you’re already late
It’s a no-smoking sign on your cigarette break
It’s like ten thousand spoons when all you need is a knife
It’s meeting the man of my dreams
And then meeting his beautiful wife
And isn’t it ironic… don’t you think
A little too ironic… and yeah I really do think…

It’s like rain on your wedding day
It’s a free ride when you’ve already paid
It’s the good advice that you just didn’t take
Who would’ve thought … it figures

Life has a funny way of sneaking up on you
Life has a funny, funny way of helping you out
Helping you out

Four Year Strong – Versione pop-punk

Call Me

Causa pigrizia, in questo periodo non ho trovato il tempo (ma soprattutto la voglia) di creare un altro video di ridoppiaggio musicale… per cui mi limito a segnlare due video ufficiali senza ritocchi.
Entriamo negli anni 80.. e vediamo come ne usciamo a distanza di quasi trent’anni.

Blondie – Versione originale

Colour me your colour, baby
Colour me your car
Colour me your colour, darling
I know who you are
Come up off your colour chart
I know where you’re comin’ from

Call me (call me) on the line
Call me, call me any, anytime
Call me (call me) my love
You can call me any day or night
Call me

Cover me with kisses, baby
Cover me with love
Roll me in designer sheets
I’ll never get enough
Emotions come, I don’t know why
Cover up love’s alibi

Call me (call me) on the line
Call me, call me any, anytime
Call me (call me) oh my love
When you’re ready we can share the wine
Call me

Ooo-oo-oo-oo-oo, he speaks the languages of love
Ooo-oo-oo-oo-oo, amore, chiamami, chiamami
Ooo-oo-oo-oo-oo, appelle-moi mon cherie, appelle-moi
Anytime, anyplace, anywhere, any way
Anytime, anyplace, anywhere, any day-ay

Call me (call me) my love
Call me, call me any, anytime
Call me (call me) for a ride
Call me, call me for some overtime
Call me (call me) my love
Call me, call me in a sweet design
Call me (call me), call me for your lover’s lover’s alibi
Call me (call me) on the line
Call me, call me any, anytime
Call me (call me)
Oh, call me, oo-hoo-hah
Call me (call me) my love
Call me, call me any, anytime

In This Moment – Versione simpa-gothic metal

Per il “chiamami” bisogna ammettere che la Paris di turno (per quanto sexy) non se la cava per niente con la pronuncia italiana… e nemmeno con quel francese “mon cheri”.

The Winner Takes It All

Dopo più di due mesi sono riuscito a completare un altro video, guarda caso, ancora sugli Abba.
Sarò blasfemo ma preferisco di gran lunga la cover degli At Vance… complice un eccelso Oliver Hartmann.

AGGIORNAMENTO – Video doppiato sostituito per rimozione, causa violazione copyright

Abba – Versione originale

I dont wanna talk
About the things weve gone through
Though its hurting me
Now its history
Ive played all my cards
And thats what youve done too
Nothing more to say
No more ace to play

The winner takes it all
The loser standing small
Beside the victory
Thats her destiny

I was in your arms
Thinking I belonged there
I figured it made sense
Building me a fence
Building me a home
Thinking Id be strong there
But I was a fool
Playing by the rules

The gods may throw a dice
Their minds as cold as ice
And someone way down here
Loses someone dear
The winner takes it all
The loser has to fall
Its simple and its plain
Why should I complain.

But tell me does she kiss
Like I used to kiss you?
Does it feel the same
When she calls your name?
Somewhere deep inside
You must know I miss you
But what can I say
Rules must be obeyed

The judges will decide
The likes of me abide
Spectators of the show
Always staying low
The game is on again
A lover or a friend
A big thing or a small
The winner takes it all

I dont wanna talk
If it makes you feel sad
And I understand
Youve come to shake my hand
I apologize
If it makes you feel bad
Seeing me so tense
No self-confidence
But you see
The winner takes it all
The winner takes it all…

At Vance – Versione easy metal

I Turn To You

In passato abbiamo parlato di cover dance e di Spice Girls. Ora abbiamo tra le mani un brano con entrambe le caratteristiche.
Ho sentito spesso avanzare l’osservazione che la sporty spice Mel C ha un portamento un po’ mascolino… chissà a cosa ci si riferiva…

Melanie C – Versione originale

When the world is darker than I can understand

When nothing turns out the way I planned
When the sky turns grey and there’s no end in sight
When I can’t sleep through the lonely nightI turn to you
Like a flower leaning toward the sun
I turn to you
‘Cos you’re the only one
Who can turn me around
when I’m upside down
I turn to you

When my insides are wracked with anxiety
You have the touch that will quiet me
You lift my spirit, you melt the ice
When I need inspiration, when I need advice

I turn to you
Like a flower leaning toward the sun
I turn to you
‘Cos you’re the only one
Who can turn me around
when I’m upside down
I turn to you

Where would I be? What would I do?
If you’d never helped me through
I hope someday if you’ve lost your way
You could turn to me like I turn to you

[:solo:]

I turn to you
Like a flower leaning toward the sun
I turn to you
‘Cos you’re the only one
Who can turn me around
when I’m upside down
I turn to you

I turn to you
When fear tells me to turn around
‘Cos you’re the only one
Who can turn me around
when I’m upside down
I turn to you
I turn to you

Wig Wam – Versione Truzz Metal