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Joan Thiele è uno di quei fenomeni musicali che arrivano nascendo (apparentemente) dal nulla e ottengono un grande successo, un po’ come succedeva nell’epoca passata quando non esistevano i reality e i concorsi televisivi.
Lei è una ragazza di 25 anni, italiana, dalle radici anche svizzere e colombiane, che ha saputo ascoltare la musica, assorbirla e riproporla con chitarra e voce, calcando le piazze, da sola e con un gruppo, e facendosi notare sul web per delle cover.
A me piace molto la sua versione di Lost Ones, originariamente di Lauryn Hill, che Joan ha saputo proporre con una interpretazione personale e moderna e anche più orecchiabile.

You might win some, but you really lost one
You might win some, but you really lost one
You might win some, but you really lost one

You might win some, what a bum-bum
You might win some, what a bum-bum

It’s funny how the money change a situation
Miscommunication leads to complication
My emancipation don’t fit your equation
I was on the humble you in every station
Some wan’ play Lauryn like she dumb
But remember not a game new under the sun
Everything you did has already been done
I know all the tricks from Bricks to Kingston
My ting done made your kingdom wan’ run
Now understand L. Boogie’s non violent
But the evil thing test me, run for my gun
Can’t take a threat to my new born son
L has been this way since creation
A groupie call, you fall from temptation
Now you wanna bawl over separation
Tarnishing my image in the conversation
Who you gonna scrimmage, like you the champion?
You might win some but you just lost one

You might win some but you just lost one
You might win some

You might win some, but you really lost one
You might win some, but you really lost one

You might win some, but you really lost one
You might win some, what a bum-bum
You might win some, what a bum-bum

Now, now how come your talk turn cold?
Gain the whole world for the price of your soul
Tryin to grab a hold of what you can’t control
Now you all floss, what a sight to behold
Wisdom is better than silver and gold
I was hopeless, now I’m on a hope road
Every man want to act like he’s exempt

When he need to get down on his knees and repent
Can’t slick talk on the day of judgment
Your movement’s similar to a serpent
Tried to play straight, how your whole style bent?
Consequence is not coincidence

You might win some, but you really lost one
You might win some, but you really lost one
You might win some, but you really lost one
You might win some, what a bum-bum
You might win some but what a bum-bum