DARIO APREDAN15/56

MURDER ON THE ORIENT EXPRESSAgatha Cristie

1934

CASABLANCAMichael Curtiz

1942

ZAZIE DANS LE METRORaymond Queneau

1959

ZAZIE DANS LE METROLouis Malle

1960

AMICI MIEIMario Monicelli

1975

DOWN IN THE TUBE STATION AT MIDNIGHTThe Jam

1978

The distant echo -of faraway voices boarding faraway trainsTo take them home tothe ones that they love and who love them foreverThe glazed, dirty steps - repeat my own and reflect my thoughtsCold and uninviting, partially nakedExcept for toffee wrapers and this morning's paperMr. Jones got run downHeadlines of death and sorrow - they tell of tomorrowMadmen on the rampage

And I'm down in the tube station at midnightI fumble for change - and pull out the QueenSmiling, beguilingI put in the money and pull out a plumBehind meWhispers in the shadows - gruff blazing voicesHating, waiting

Hey boy they shout - have you got any money?And I said - I've a little money and a take away curry,I'm on my way home to my wife.She'll be lining up the cutlery,You know she's expecting mePolishing the glasses and pulling out the corkAnd I'm down in the tube station at midnightI first felt a fist, and then a kickI could now smell their breathThey smelt of pubs and Wormwood ScrubsAnd too many right wing meetings

My life swam around meIt took a look and drowned me in its own existenceThe smell of brown leatherIt blended in with the weatherIt filled my eyes, ears, nose and mouthIt blocked all my sensesCouldn't see, hear, speak any longerAnd I'm down in the tube station at midnightI said I was down in the tube station at midnightThe last thing that I sawAs I lay there on the floorWas Jesus Saves painted by an atheist nutterAnd a British Rail poster read Have an Awayday - a cheap holiday -Do it today!I glanced back on my lifeAnd thought about my wife'Cause they took the keys - and she'll think it's me

And I'm down in the tube station at midnightThe wine will be flat and the curry's gone coldI'm down in the tube station at midnightDon't want to go down in a tube station at midnight

POSTERClaudio Baglioni

1978

Seduto con le mani in manoSopra una panchina fredda del metroSei lì che aspetti quello delle 7.30Chiuso dentro il tuo palteotUn tizio legge attento le istruzioniSul distributore del caffèE un bambino che si tuffa dentro a un bignè

E l'orologio contro il muroSegna l'una e dieci da due anni in quaIl nome di questa stazioneÉ mezzo cancellato dall'umiditàUn poster che qualcuno ha già scarabocchiatoDice "Vieni in Tunisia"C'è un mare di velluto ed una palmaE tu che sogni di fuggire via...

Di andare lontano lontanoAndare lontano lontanoDi andare lontano lontanoAndare lontano lontano

E da una radiolina accesaArrivano le note di un'orchestra jazzUn vecchio con gli occhiali spessi un ditoCerca la risoluzione a un quizDue donne stan parlandoCon le braccia piene di sacchetti dell'UpimE un giornale è apertoSulla pagina dei films

E sui binari quanta vita che è passataE quanta che ne passeràE due ragazzi stretti strettiChe si fan promesse per l'eternitàUn uomo si lamenta ad alta voceDel governo e della poliziaE tu che intanto sogni ancoraSogni sempre sogni di fuggire via

Di andare lontano lontanoAndare lontano lontanoDi andare lontano lontanoAndare lontano lontano

Sei li che aspetti quello delle 7.30Chiuso dentro il tuo paletotSeduto sopra una panchina fredda del metro

HARRY POTTER AND THE PHILOSOPER’S STONEJ.K. Rowling

1997

« Una locomotiva a vapore scarlatta era ferma lungo un binario gremito di gente. Un cartello alla testa del treno diceva "Espresso per Hogwarts, ore 11". Harry si guardò indietro e, là dove prima c'era il tornello, vide un arco in ferro battuto, con su scritto "Binario Nove e Tre Quarti". Ce l'aveva fatta. »

SUBWAY STORIES

1997

ARMAGEDDONMichael Bay

1998

LEAVING ON A JET PLANEChantal Kreviazuk

1997

All my bags are packed, I'm ready to goI'm standin' here outside your doorI hate to wake you up to say goodbye

But the dawn is breakin', it's early mornThe taxi's waitin', he's blowin' his hornAlready I'm so lonesome I could die

So kiss me and smile for meTell me that you'll wait for meHold me like you'll never let me go

'Cause I'm leaving on a jet planeI don't know when I'll be back againOh, babe, I hate to go

There's so many times I've let you downSo many times I've played aroundI'll tell you now, they don't mean a thing

Every place I go, I think of youEvery song I sing, I sing for youWhen I come back I'll wear your wedding ring

So kiss me and smile for meTell me that you'll wait for meHold me like you'll never let me go

'Cause I'm leaving on a jet planeI don't know when I'll be back againOh, babe, I hate to go

Now the time has come to leave youOne more time, oh, let me kiss youAnd close your eyes and I'll be on my way

Dream about the days to comeWhen I won't have to leave aloneAbout the times that I won't have to say ...

Oh, kiss me and smile for meTell me that you'll wait for meHold me like you'll never let me go

'Cause I'm leaving on a jet planeI don't know when I'll be back againOh, babe, I hate to go

And I'm leaving on a jet planeI don't know when I'll be back againOh, babe, I hate to go

But I'm leaving on a jet plane

SLIDING DOORSPeter Hawitt

1998

LE FABOULEU DESTIN D’AMELIE POULAINJean Pierre Jeunet

2001

LOVE ACTUALLYRichards Curtis

2003

TOO LOST IN YOUSugababes

2003

UNA HOSTESS TRA LE NUVOLEBruno Barreto

2003

LOVE GAMELady Gaga

2008

YOU BELONG TO ME Taylor Swift

2009

MUSICMadonna

2009