I walk the streets of Japan till I get lost
Cause it doesn't remind me of anything
With a graveyard tan carrying a cross
Cause it doesn't remind me of anything
I like studying faces in a parking lot
Cause it doesn't remind me of anything
I like driving backwards in the fog
Cause it doesn't remind me of anything
The things that I've loved the things that I've lost
The things I've held sacred that I've dropped
I won't lie no more you can bet
I don't want to learn what I'll need to forget
I like gypsy moths and radio talk
Cause it doesn't remind me of anything
I like gospel music and canned applause
Cause it doesn't remind me of anything
I like colorful clothing in the sun
Cause it doesn't remind me of anything
I like hammering nails and speaking in tongues
Cause it doesn't remind me of anything
The things that I've loved the things that I've lost
The things I've held sacred that I've dropped
I won't lie no more you can bet
I don't want to learn what I'll need
Bend and shape me
I love the way you are
Slow and sweetly
Like never before
Calm and sleeping
We won't stir up the past
So discretely
We won't look back
The things that I've loved the things that I've lost
The things I've held sacred that I've dropped
I won't lie no more you can bet
I don't want to learn what I'll need
I like throwing my voice and breaking guitars
Cause it doesn't remind me of anything
I like playing in the sand what's mine is ours
If it doesn't remind me of anything
Cause it doesn't remind me of anything
With a graveyard tan carrying a cross
Cause it doesn't remind me of anything
I like studying faces in a parking lot
Cause it doesn't remind me of anything
I like driving backwards in the fog
Cause it doesn't remind me of anything
The things that I've loved the things that I've lost
The things I've held sacred that I've dropped
I won't lie no more you can bet
I don't want to learn what I'll need to forget
I like gypsy moths and radio talk
Cause it doesn't remind me of anything
I like gospel music and canned applause
Cause it doesn't remind me of anything
I like colorful clothing in the sun
Cause it doesn't remind me of anything
I like hammering nails and speaking in tongues
Cause it doesn't remind me of anything
The things that I've loved the things that I've lost
The things I've held sacred that I've dropped
I won't lie no more you can bet
I don't want to learn what I'll need
Bend and shape me
I love the way you are
Slow and sweetly
Like never before
Calm and sleeping
We won't stir up the past
So discretely
We won't look back
The things that I've loved the things that I've lost
The things I've held sacred that I've dropped
I won't lie no more you can bet
I don't want to learn what I'll need
I like throwing my voice and breaking guitars
Cause it doesn't remind me of anything
I like playing in the sand what's mine is ours
If it doesn't remind me of anything
Language: Italian
Versione italiana di Lorenzo Masetti
NON MI RICORDA
Cammino per le strade del Giappone fino a perdermi
perché non mi ricorda niente
abbronzato come un morto, portando una croce
perché non mi ricorda niente
Mi piace studiare i visi in un parcheggio
perché non mi ricorda niente
Mi piace guidare in retromarcia nella nebbia
perché non mi ricorda niente
Le cose che ho amato, le cose che ho perduto
le cose che ho ritenute sacre e che ho gettato via
Non mentirò più, ci puoi scommettere
non voglio imparare quel che dovrò dimenticare
Mi piacciono le falene e le chiacchiere alla radio
perché non mi ricordano niente
mi piace la musica gospel e gli applausi registrati
perché non mi ricorda niente
Mi piacciono i vestiti colorati al sole
perché non mi ricorda niente
Mi piace piantare i chiodi e parlare le lingue
perché non mi ricorda niente
Le cose che ho amato, le cose che ho perduto
le cose che ho ritenute sacre e che ho gettato via
Non mentirò più, ci puoi scommettere
non voglio imparare quel che dovrò dimenticare
Piegami e modellami
mi piace come sei
piano e dolcemente
come mai prima
con calma e dormendo
non rivangheremo il passato
con discrezione
non guarderemo indietro
Le cose che ho amato, le cose che ho perduto
le cose che ho ritenute sacre e che ho gettato via
Non mentirò più, ci puoi scommettere
non voglio imparare quel che dovrò dimenticare
Mi piace diffondere la mia voce e spaccare chitarre
perché non mi ricorda niente
Mi piace giocare nella sabbia, ciò che mio è nostro
se non mi ricorda niente
Cammino per le strade del Giappone fino a perdermi
perché non mi ricorda niente
abbronzato come un morto, portando una croce
perché non mi ricorda niente
Mi piace studiare i visi in un parcheggio
perché non mi ricorda niente
Mi piace guidare in retromarcia nella nebbia
perché non mi ricorda niente
Le cose che ho amato, le cose che ho perduto
le cose che ho ritenute sacre e che ho gettato via
Non mentirò più, ci puoi scommettere
non voglio imparare quel che dovrò dimenticare
Mi piacciono le falene e le chiacchiere alla radio
perché non mi ricordano niente
mi piace la musica gospel e gli applausi registrati
perché non mi ricorda niente
Mi piacciono i vestiti colorati al sole
perché non mi ricorda niente
Mi piace piantare i chiodi e parlare le lingue
perché non mi ricorda niente
Le cose che ho amato, le cose che ho perduto
le cose che ho ritenute sacre e che ho gettato via
Non mentirò più, ci puoi scommettere
non voglio imparare quel che dovrò dimenticare
Piegami e modellami
mi piace come sei
piano e dolcemente
come mai prima
con calma e dormendo
non rivangheremo il passato
con discrezione
non guarderemo indietro
Le cose che ho amato, le cose che ho perduto
le cose che ho ritenute sacre e che ho gettato via
Non mentirò più, ci puoi scommettere
non voglio imparare quel che dovrò dimenticare
Mi piace diffondere la mia voce e spaccare chitarre
perché non mi ricorda niente
Mi piace giocare nella sabbia, ciò che mio è nostro
se non mi ricorda niente
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Directed by Chris Milk, the award-winning music video for "Doesn't Remind Me" starts off with a blurred image of an Uncle Sam poster tacked to a wall of a young boy's bedroom, as he innocently plays with a toy fighter plane.
This boy is played by Vinny Intrieri, a six-year old boxer from Philadelphia, who lives with his mother and sister, known better by his fight name, Kid Vicious. Shot in a documentary-like style, this fictional story explores the world of Vinny's character.
Throughout the video, Vinny enjoys playing with military planes and dedicates most of his free time to his boxing training. His obsession with planes becomes clearer when the audience sees a portrait of his father, an Air Force pilot, who died fighting in the Iraqi war. As a result, his widowed mother has been forced to raise him and his little sister.
All of Vinny's training has been for an upcoming fight. The music video culminates with a fight between Vinny and another boy in front of a packed crowd. Some of the footage seen is of an actual fight that Vinny fought in at The Blue Horizon.
When the "junior match" gets underway, Vinny comes out punching. Between each of the punches, the video flashes back to images from Vinny's father's death. These images include: his father's fighter plane getting shot down over Iraq, his mother picking up the heart-breaking phone call, and the military funeral ceremony. The entire segment ends with Vinny winning the fight and celebrating with the crowd. The video parallels the song by showing the ways in which people find ways to forget about and move on from bad things. In this case Vinny leaves behind his toy planes which remind him of his father and boxes to forget about the painful event of his death.
Tim Commerford's opinion about the video:
This video is also the first Audioslave video which doesn't feature themselves performing the song. As Cornell explained: "It wouldn't [have been] a plus, it would [have been] a minus, that story is that story, and the members of Audioslave appearing in whatever form would only take away from how amazing the story is."
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