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  • ma_75
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    YouTube - Lucio Dalla - Stella di mare


    Cosi' stanco da
    non dormire
    le due di notte non
    c'e' niente da fare
    mi piace tanto
    poterti toccare
    o stare fermo e
    sentirti respirare
    dormi gia'
    pelle bianca
    come sara'
    la mia faccia stanca
    provo a girare il
    mio cuscino
    e' una scusa per
    venirti piu' vicino
    provo a svegliarti
    con un po' di tosse
    ma tu ti giri come
    se niente fosse
    spengo la luce
    provo a dormire
    ma tu con la mano
    mi vieni a cercare
    tu come me
    tu come me
    che le stelle
    della notte
    fossero ai tuoi piedi
    che potessi
    essere meglio
    di quello che vedi
    avessi qualcosa
    da regalarti
    e se non ti avessi
    uscirei fuori a
    comprarti
    stella di mare
    tra le lenzuola
    la nostra barca
    non naviga
    vola, vola, vola!
    Tu voli con me
    tu voli con me
    tu vola che
    si e' alzato il vento
    vento di notte
    vento che stanca
    stella di mare
    come sei bella
    come sei bella e
    come e' bella
    la tua pelle bianca
    bianca bianca.
    Tu come me
    Tu come me
    Uh, tu uh uh come me
    tu come me.
    Chiudi gli occhi e
    non guardarti intorno
    sta gia' entrando
    la luce del giorno
    chiudi gli occhi e
    non farti trovare
    pelle bianca di luna
    devi scappare
    dormi ora
    stella mia
    prima che il giorno
    ti porti via
    via via!...
    Tu come me
    tu come me
    ora non voli
    si e' fermato il vento
    posso guardare
    la tua faccia stanca
    e quando dormi
    come sei bella
    come sei bella e
    come e' bella
    la tua pelle bianca
    bianca bianca!
    Tu come me
    Tu come me
    tu come me
    tu come me
    tu come me...
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      YouTube - KISS I WAS MADE FOR LOVING YOU

      Tonight I wanna give it all to you.
      In the darkness.
      There's so much I wanna do.
      And tonight I wanna lay it at your feet.
      'Cause girl, I was made for you.
      And girl, you were made for me.
      I was made for lovin' you baby.


      You were made for lovin' me.
      And I can't get enough of you baby.
      Can you get enough of me.
      Tonight I wanna see it in your eyes.
      Feel the magic.
      There's something that drives me wild.
      And tonight I wanna make it all come true.
      'Cause girl, you were made for me.
      And girl I was made for you.
      I was made for lovin' you baby.
      You were made for lovin' me


      And I can't get enough of you baby.
      Can you get enough of me.
      I was made for lovin' you baby.
      You were made for lovin' me.
      And I can give it all to you baby.
      Can you give it all to me.
      Oh, can't get enough, oh, oh.
      I can't get enough, oh, oh.
      I can't get enough.
      Yeah, ha.

      I was made for lovin' you baby.
      You were made for lovin' me.
      And I can't get enough of you baby.
      Can you get enough of me.
      Oh, I was made, you were made.
      I can't get enough.
      No, I can't get enough.
      I was made for lovin' you baby.
      You were made for lovin' me.
      And I can't get enough of you baby.
      Can you get enough of me.
      I was made for lovin' you baby.
      You were made for lovin' me.
      And I can give it all to you baby.
      Last edited by pina colada; 09-11-2008, 22:44:58.

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        Danny Elfman - I Forget




        YouTube - I Forget with English subtitles


        SOLO
        I had a thought that rapidly I lost,
        I ask here and there,
        where did I leave it?
        Not here, not there,
        CHORUS
        not there or over there,
        SOLO
        not in the garden nor in the attic,
        CHORUS
        where could it have gonne?
        SOLO
        Where did it go?
        don't know, don't know,
        could I have left it at the café?
        CHORUS
        On a paper, in the fountain
        With the coin I threw in?
        Did it go swimming with a fish?

        My dog perhaps carried it off, hidden behind his bone.
        I sniff the garden secretly - could it be buried there?
        Not here, not there, not over there,
        I look there, I look here, and nothing, ah ...
        A-one, a-two, and a-forgot,
        my cleverness has left.
        My story is erased again,
        there is no today, nor never, nor afterward,
        there is no today, nor never, nor afterward...

        My reasoning fades out inside a cup of sugar,
        my soul is turning into salt inside a drawer.
        I am riding on a cloud that rises, rises, and rises,
        And it will never stop; it leaves
        it flies above the city; it leaves ...
        O sensation! an inspiration
        is just this moment coming to me!
        Fascination and distraction -
        tell me what I was talking about?
        I go here, I go over there,
        I go there, I go over here,
        With a black crow that is chasing me. Ah!


        I'm looking in the kitchen, in the garbage cans,
        Inside a shoe, sunken in the sofa,
        My life and reason going incognito are. I look under the tablecloth, in a loaf of bread,
        On scribbles on paper long ago thrown away,
        Decorations on cake, in the washing machine.

        SOLO
        My genius is gone, my idea escaped,
        I have forgotten my plan, my story is lost.
        CHORUS
        How, how?
        My thoughts have moved into a tin can.
        Between pillow and mattress
        my dream has gotten stuck.
        Not here, nor there, nor over there,
        I look there, and there, and nothing ...
        they are swimming in the coffee,
        dancing on the wall,
        jumping around in a net
        or in the soap, or in a vase,
        or a balcony, or in the garden,
        or in the hall, or among the salt,
        or in a drawer, where is it,
        where did it go... my life?.

        SOLO
        My thoughts have moved into a tin can.
        My reasoning is fading...into where, into where is ...
        SOLO AND CHORUS
        Not here, nor there, nor anywhere. Ah!

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          dovresti ringraziare il destino benevolo che accorgendosi del tuo processo di infinocchiamento ha deciso di preservare la tua virilità facendoti conoscere la tua donna.se nn era x lei a quest'ora eri qui a postare george micheal e village people

          che bei tempi sarebbero stati


          « Success is my only mothafuckin' option,failure's not.... »

          PRESENTI




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          • ma_75
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            YouTube - george michael - i want your sex ( uncensored)

            Oh so much love
            That you've never seen
            Let's make love
            Put your trust in me

            Don't you listen to what they told you
            Because I love you
            Let me hold you
            Oh

            I'm not your brother
            I'm not your father
            Oh will you ever change your mind
            I'm a gentle lover with a heart of
            But baby you've been so unkind...oh

            Come on
            I want your sex
            Come on, I want your sex
            That's right, all night
            Oh, I want your sex
            I want your...sex

            Sexy baby's
            (Sexy baby's)
            Sexy body
            (Sexy body)
            Keeps me guessing
            With a promise
            I know we can come together
            But the question is
            Will we ever?

            Together - you and me
            Last edited by ma_75; 10-11-2008, 17:41:53.
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              YouTube - Elvis Crespo - Suavemente

              Suavemente, besame
              que quiero sentir tus labios
              besandome otra vez.
              (Suave)Besame , besame
              (Suave)Besame otra vez
              (Suave)Que quiero sentir tus labios
              (Suave)Besandome otra vez
              (Suave)Besa, besa
              (Suave)Besame un poquito
              (Suave)Besa , besa , besa,
              (Suave)Besame otro ratito
              (Pequeña , hechate pa'ca)
              Cuando tu me besas
              me siento en el aire
              por eso cuando te veo
              comienzo a besarte.
              Y si te despegas yo me despierto
              de ese rico sueño que me dan tus besos.
              Suavemente Besame
              (Que yo quiero sentir tus labios)
              Besando me otra vez
              Suavemente ese coro!
              (Besame)Que yo quiero sentir tus labios
              Besando me otra vez
              Besame suavecito , sin prisa y con calma
              dame un beso bien profundo que me llegue al alma
              dame un beso mas que en mi boca cabe
              dame un beso despacito, dame un beso suave


              (Suave)Tus labios tienen
              (Suave)Ese secreto
              (Suave)yo beso y beso
              (Suave)y no lo encuentro
              (Suave)un beso suave
              (Suave)es lo que anhelo
              (Suave)un beso tuyo
              (Suave)es lo que quiero.
              (Suave)Yo me pregunto
              (Suave)que tienen tus besos
              (Suave)trato de escaparme
              (Suave)y me siento preso
              (Suave)besa, besa, besame un poquito
              (Suave)besa, besa, besa, besame otro ratito.
              (Suave)Besame , besame
              (Suave)besame otra vez
              (Suave)que yo quiero sentir tus labios
              (Suave)besandome suavemente,
              (Suave)tiernamente, (Suave) cariñosamente,
              (Suave)dulcemente, besame mucho
              sin prisa y con calma
              dame un beso hondo que me llegue al alma
              acercate, acercate no tengas miedo
              solamente yo te digo, una cosa quiero
              besame
              (pequeña, cojelo) suave.

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                2Pac - Hit 'em up

                YouTube - Tupac - Hit Em Up(Uncensored)

                "Hit 'Em Up"

                [Tupac]
                I ain't got no motherfucking friends
                That's why I fucked your bitch
                You're fat motherfucker {Take Money}
                West Side
                Bad Boy Killers {Take Money}
                You know who the realist is
                niggas we bring it to {Take Money}
                (ha ha, that's alright)

                First off, fuck your bitch
                And the click you claim
                West side when we ride
                Come equipped with game
                You claim to be a player
                But I fucked your wife
                We bust on Bad Boys
                niggas fuck for Life
                Plus Puffy tryin' to see me weak
                Hearts I rip
                Biggie Smalls and Junior Mafia
                Some mark ass bitches
                We keep on coming
                While we running for your jewels
                Steady gunning
                Keep on busting at them fools
                You know the rules
                Little Ceasar go ask you homie
                How I'll leave you
                Cut your young ass up
                See you in pieces
                Now be deceased
                Little Kim,
                Don't fuck around with real G's
                Quick to snatch your ugly ass, off the streets
                So fuck peace
                I'll let them niggas know
                It's on for Life
                Don't let the west side
                Ride the night (ha ha)
                Bad Boys murdered on Wax and kill
                fuck with me
                And get your caps peeled
                You know, see

                [Chorus:]
                Grab your glocks when you see 2pac
                Call the cops when you see 2pac, uh
                Who shot me,
                But your punks didn't finish
                Now you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace
                nigga, I hit 'em up

                Check this out
                You motherfuckers know what time it is
                I don't know why I'm even on this track
                You all niggas ain't even on my level
                I'm going to let my little homies
                Ride on you
                bitch made ass Bad Boys bitches
                {ah yo, yo, hold the fuck up}

                Get out the way yo
                Get out the way yo
                Biggie Smalls just got dropped
                Little move pass the mac
                And let me hit 'em in his back
                Frank White needs to get spanked right
                For setting up traps
                Little accident murderers
                And I ain't never heard of you
                Poise less gats attack when I'm serving you
                Spank the shank
                Your whole style when I gank
                Guard your rank
                'cause I'm a slam your ass in a pang
                Puffy weaker than a fuckin' block
                I'm running through nigga
                And I'm smoking Junior Mafia
                In front of you nigga
                With the ready power
                Tucked in my Guess
                Under my Eddie Bauer
                Your clout petty sour
                I push packages ever hour
                I hit 'em up

                [Chorus]

                Peep how we do it
                Keep it real
                Its penitentiary steel
                This ain't no freestyle battle
                All you niggas getting killed
                With your mouths open
                Tryin' to come up off of me
                You and the clouds hoping
                Smoking dope
                It's like a Shermine
                niggas think they learned to fly
                But they burn motherfucker you deserve to die
                Talking about you Getting Money
                But it's funny to me
                All you niggas living bummy
                While you fucking with me?
                I'm a self made Millionaire
                Thug livin', out of prison
                Pistols in the Air {Air} (Ha Ha)
                Biggie remember when I use to let you sleep on the couch
                And beg the bitch to let you sleep in the house
                Now it's all about Versace
                You copied my style
                Five shots couldn't drop me
                I took it and smiled
                Now I'm back to set the record straight
                With my A-K
                I'm still the thug that you love to hate
                Mother-fucker I'll Hit 'Em Up

                I'm from N E W Jers.
                Where plenty of murder occurs
                No points to come
                We bring drama to all you herds
                Now go check the scenario
                Little Ceas'
                I'll bring you fake G's to your knees
                Copin' pleas with these
                Little Kim is you
                Coked up or doped up
                Get your little Junior Whopper click smoked up
                What the fuck?
                Is you stupid?
                I take money,
                crash and mash through Brooklyn
                With my click looting, shooting, and polluting your block
                With fifteen shot,
                Cocked glock to your knot
                Outlaw Mafia click moving up another notch
                And your Pop stars popped and get dropped and mopped
                And all your fake ass east coast props
                Brainstormed and locked

                You're a beat biter
                Pac style taker
                I'll tell you to face, you ain't nothing shit but a faker
                So fill the Alize with a chaser
                'bout to get murdered for the paper
                E.d.i I mean post the scene of the caper
                Like a loc, with little Ceas' in a choke (uh)
                Toting smoke, we ain't no motherfuckin' joke
                Thug Life, niggas better be known
                Be approaching
                In the wide open, gun smoking
                No need for hoping
                It's a battle lost
                I gottem crossed as soon as the funk is bopping off
                nigga, I hit 'em up

                Now you tell me who won
                I see them, they run (ha ha)
                They don't wanna see us
                Whole Junior Mafia click
                Dressing up to be us
                How the fuck they gonna be the Mob?
                When we always on out job
                We millionaire's
                Killing ain't fair
                But somebody got to do it

                Oh yah Mobb Deep (uh)
                You wanna fuck with us
                You Little young ass motherfuckers
                Don't one of you niggas got sickle-cell or something
                You're fucking with me, nigga?
                You fuck around and catch a seizure or a heart-attack
                You better back the fuck up
                Before you get smacked the fuck up
                This is how we do it on our side
                Any of you niggas from New York that want to bring it,
                Bring it.
                But we ain't singing,
                We bringing drama
                fuck you and your mother fucking mama.
                We're gonna kill all you mother fuckers.
                Now when I came out, I told you it was just about biggie.
                Then everybody had to open their mouth with a mother fucking opinion
                Well this is how we gonna' do this:
                fuck Mobb Deep,
                fuck Biggie,
                fuck Bad Boy as a staff, record label, and as a mother fucking crew.
                And if you want to be down with Bad Boy,
                Then fuck you too.
                Chino XL, fuck you too.
                All you mother fuckers,
                fuck you too.
                (take money, take money)
                All of y'all mother fuckers,
                fuck you, die slow motherfucker.
                My four four (.44 magnum) make sure all your kids don't grow.
                You motherfuckers can't be us or see us.
                We mother fuckin' Thug Life riders.
                West Side till' we die.
                Out here in California, nigga
                We warned ya'
                We'll bomb on you mother fuckers.
                We do our job.
                You think you the mob, nigga, we the motherfuckin' mob
                Ain't nothing but killers
                And the real niggas, all you motherfuckers feel us.
                Our shit goes triple and four quadruple
                You niggas laugh 'cause our staff got guns under they motherfuckin' belts
                You know how it is and we drop records they felt
                You niggas can't feel it
                We the realist
                fuck 'em.
                We Bad Boy killers.

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                • ma_75
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                  Non mi interessa cosa ci sia dietro, non mi interessa a chi sia dedicata veramente questa canzone. So solo che riesce a farmi venire la pelle d'oca ogni volta..
                  YouTube - Elton John, Kiev, 16.06.07 - Daniel


                  Daniel is travelling tonight on a plane
                  I can see the red tail lights heading for Spain
                  Oh and I can see Daniel waving goodbye
                  God it looks like Daniel, must be the clouds in my eyes

                  They say Spain is pretty though I've never been
                  Well Daniel says it's the best place that he's ever seen
                  Oh and he should know, he's been there enough
                  Lord I miss Daniel, oh I miss him so much

                  Daniel my brother you are older than me
                  Do you still feel the pain of the scars that won't heal
                  Your eyes have died but you see more than I
                  Daniel you're a star in the face of the sky

                  Daniel is travelling tonight on a plane
                  I can see the red tail lights heading for Spain
                  Oh and I can see Daniel waving goodbye
                  God it looks like Daniel, must be the clouds in my eyes
                  Oh God it looks like Daniel, must be the clouds in my eyes
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                  • ma_75
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                    Grande band

                    YouTube - Skid Row - In A Darkened Room
                    In un sistema finito, con un tempo infinito, ogni combinazione può ripetersi infinite volte.
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                      Mi dedico questa

                      YouTube - Michael Sembello - Maniac (Flashdance)


                      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

                      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

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                        YouTube - Please, send me someone to love


                        Heaven please send to all mankind,
                        Understanding and peace of mind.
                        But, if it's not asking too much
                        Please send me someone to love.

                        Show all the world how to get along,
                        Peace will enter when hate is gone.
                        But, if it's not asking too much,
                        Please send me someone to love.

                        I lay awake night and ponder world troubles.
                        My answer is always the same.
                        That unless men put an end to all of this,
                        Hate will put the world in a flame, (oh) what a shame.
                        Just because I'm in misery.
                        I'm not begging for no sympathy.
                        But if it's not asking too much,
                        Just send me someone to love.

                        Heaven please send to all mankind,
                        Understanding and peace of mind.
                        But if it's not asking too much,
                        Please send me someone to love.
                        HMMMMMmmmmmm
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                          Questa no però...

                          YouTube - The Cult - Painted On My Heart


                          I thought you'd be out of my mind
                          And I'd finally found a way to
                          Learn to live without you
                          I thought it was just a matter of time
                          Till I had a hundred reasons
                          Not to think about you
                          But it's just not so
                          And after all this time
                          I still can't let go
                          I've still got your face
                          Painted on my heart
                          Scrawled upon my soul
                          Etched upon my memory baby
                          I've got your kiss
                          Still burning on my lips
                          The touch of my fingertips
                          Is love so deep inside of me



                          I was trying everything that I can
                          To get my heart to forget you
                          But it just can't seem to
                          I guess it's just no use
                          In every part of me
                          Is still a part of you



                          I've still got your face
                          Painted on my heart
                          Scrawled upon my soul
                          Etched upon my memory baby
                          I've got your kiss
                          Still burning on my lips
                          The touch of my fingertips
                          Is love so deep inside of me



                          I've still got your face
                          Painted on my heart
                          Painted on my heart
                          Painted on my heart



                          Something in your eyes keeps haunting me
                          I'm trying to escape you
                          And I know there ain't no way to
                          To chase you from my mind



                          I've still got your face
                          Painted on my heart
                          Scrawled upon my soul
                          Etched upon my memory baby
                          I've got your kiss
                          Still burning on my lips
                          The touch of my fingertips
                          Is love so deep inside of me, baby



                          I've still got your face
                          I've still got your face
                          painted on my heart
                          painted on my heart
                          painted on my heart

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                          • Diegosfgt
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                            YouTube - Blur - Out Of Time

                            YouTube - My Dying Bride "For You"
                            Originariamente Scritto da Superfustakkion VS Maurox

                            però che coincidenza quel maledetto è peggio di una fattucchiera infatti il suo sguardo da strega è inqueitante e malefico, e la testa come il mago di OZ
                            Originariamente Scritto da proxgis VS GOTM
                            senti tesoro io ho fatto il gigolo (nonostante non abbia il fisico ma sono bellino che ci devo fare?)

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                              Originariamente Scritto da ma_75 Visualizza Messaggio
                              Grande band

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                              • Steel77
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