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  • ma_75
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    Originariamente Scritto da Steel77 Visualizza Messaggio
    e questa è una delle mie preferite dei QR
    E questa una delle mie

    Queensryche-Another Rainy Night
    YouTube - Queensryche - Another Rainy Night (video clip)
    In un sistema finito, con un tempo infinito, ogni combinazione può ripetersi infinite volte.
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    • ricordati di me
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      questo è il mio stile

      YouTube - Santana & Clapton - Jingo

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      • Steel77
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        Originariamente Scritto da _Jamez_ Visualizza Messaggio

        Un altro gruppo che s'è sciolto,ma poco male perchè sono tornati assieme gli Stone Temple Pilots
        io cmq preferivo gli slash' snakepit
        Originariamente Scritto da ma_75 Visualizza Messaggio
        E questa una delle mie

        Queensryche-Another Rainy Night
        YouTube - Queensryche - Another Rainy Night (video clip)
        bellissima.Ma ecco il pezzo x me migliore.L'avevo già postato tempo fa
        YouTube - Silent Lucidity - Queensryche
        Originariamente Scritto da ricordati di me Visualizza Messaggio
        eh beh

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        • ma_75
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          Se devo sceglierne una dei Queensryche...senza dubbio

          YouTube - Queensryche - Lady Jane
          In un sistema finito, con un tempo infinito, ogni combinazione può ripetersi infinite volte.
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          • Steel77
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            Originariamente Scritto da ma_75 Visualizza Messaggio
            Se devo sceglierne una dei Queensryche...senza dubbio
            .bellissima pure questa

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            • ricordati di me
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              qui c'è da perderci la testa

              My back pages - Clapton,Dylan,Harrison,Young,Petty,McGuinn



              YouTube - My back pages - Clapton,Dylan,Harrison,Young,Petty,McGuinn

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              • samoajoe83
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                Originariamente Scritto da _Jamez_ Visualizza Messaggio
                Jerry Maguire,bellissimo film e tra l'altro contiene una sfilza di frasi che sono entrate nel costume,sopratutto oltreoceano
                Yeah, man
                sigpic Amanti della carne..

                "La sconfitta è un'eleganza, per l'ipocrisia di chi si arrende in partenza..."

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                • ma_75
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                  Uno Sting d'annata, canzone datata ma sempre emozionante per me

                  YouTube - Sting - Russians

                  n europe and america, theres a growing feeling of hysteria
                  Conditioned to respond to all the threats
                  In the rhetorical speeches of the soviets
                  Mr. krushchev said we will bury you
                  I dont subscribe to this point of view
                  It would be such an ignorant thing to do
                  If the russians love their children too

                  How can I save my little boy from oppenheimers deadly toy
                  There is no monopoly in common sense
                  On either side of the political fence
                  We share the same biology
                  Regardless of ideology
                  Believe me when I say to you
                  I hope the russians love their children too

                  There is no historical precedent
                  To put the words in the mouth of the president
                  Theres no such thing as a winnable war
                  Its a lie that we dont believe anymore
                  Mr. reagan says we will protect you
                  I dont subscribe to this point of view
                  Believe me when I say to you
                  I hope the russians love their children too

                  We share the same biology
                  Regardless of ideology
                  What might save us, me, and you
                  Is that the russians love their children too
                  In un sistema finito, con un tempo infinito, ogni combinazione può ripetersi infinite volte.
                  ma_75@bodyweb.com

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                  • _Jamez_
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                    Ho letto Hysteria,quindi mi viene subito in mento il loro omonimo album,dal quale è tratta questa canzone.

                    Def Leppard-Love bites

                    YouTube - Def Leppard - Love Bites

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                    • TheSandman
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                      @ Ilaria

                      YouTube - U2 - With Or Without You

                      See the stone set in your eyes,
                      see the thorn twist in your side;
                      I'll wait for you.

                      Sleight of hand and twist of fate,
                      on a bed of nails she makes me wait;
                      and I wait without you,

                      with or without you,
                      with or without you.

                      Through the storm we reach the shore,
                      you give it all but I want more;
                      and I'm waitin' for you.

                      With or without you,
                      with or without you, uh-huh,

                      I can't live
                      with or without you.

                      And you give yourself away,
                      and you give yourself away,

                      and you give, and you give,
                      and you give yourself away.

                      My hands are tied,
                      my body bruised,

                      she's got me with nothing to win
                      and nothing left to lose.

                      And you give yourself away,
                      and you give yourself away,

                      and you give, and you give,
                      and you give yourself away.

                      With or without you,
                      with or without you, oh,

                      I can't live
                      with or without you.

                      Oh oh oh oh,
                      oh oh oh oh,
                      oh oh oh oh, oh oh.

                      With or without you,
                      with or without you, uh-huh,

                      I can't live
                      with or without you,
                      with or without you.

                      Ooh ooh ooh
                      ooh ooh ooh.

                      Ooh ooh ooh
                      ooh ooh ooh.


                      Tessera N° 6

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                      • pina colada
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                        Grazie Sand..

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                          Stupenda..

                          YouTube - david bowie - we are the dead

                          Something kind of hit me today
                          I looked at you and wondered if you saw things my way

                          People will hold us to blame
                          It hit me today, it hit me today


                          We’re taking it hard all the time
                          Why don’t we pass it by?
                          Just reply, you’ve changed your mind
                          We’re fighting with the eyes of the blind
                          Taking it hard, taking it hard

                          Yet now
                          We feel that we are papers, choking on you nightly
                          They tell me "Son, we want you, be elusive, but don’t walk far"
                          For we’re breaking in the new boys, deceive your next of kin
                          For you’re dancing where the dogs decay, defecating ecstasy
                          You’re just an ally of the leecher
                          Locator for the virgin King, but I love you in your fuck-me pumps
                          And your nimble dress that trails
                          Oh, dress yourself, my urchin one, for I hear them on the rails
                          Because of all we’ve seen, because of all we’ve said
                          We are the dead

                          One thing kind of touched me today

                          I looked at you and counted all the times we had laid
                          Pressing our love through the night

                          Knowing it’s right, knowing it’s right


                          Now I’m hoping some one will care
                          Living on the breath of a hope to be shared


                          Trusting on the sons of our love
                          That someone will care, someone will care


                          But now
                          We’re today’s scrambled creatures, locked in tomorrow’s double feature
                          Heaven’s on the pillow, its silence competes with hell
                          It’s a twenty-four hour service, guaranteed to make you tell

                          And the streets are full of press men
                          Bent on getting hung and buried
                          And the legendary curtains are drawn ‘round Baby Bankrupt
                          Who sucks you while you’re sleeping
                          It’s the theater of financiers
                          Count them, fifty ‘round a table
                          White and dressed to kill

                          Oh caress yourself, my juicy
                          For my hands have all but withered
                          Oh dress yourself my urchin one, for I hear them on the stairs
                          Because of all we’ve seen, because of all we’ve said

                          We are the dead
                          We are the dead
                          We are the dead

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                          • ma_75
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                            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.
                            In un sistema finito, con un tempo infinito, ogni combinazione può ripetersi infinite volte.
                            ma_75@bodyweb.com

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                            • samoajoe83
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                              Ma, sei il mio idolo..la mia infanzia vive di Tupac, e hai scelto, per rappresentarlo, la canzone che avrei scelto io. NUMBER ONE per il suo genere, senza se, senza ma.
                              sigpic Amanti della carne..

                              "La sconfitta è un'eleganza, per l'ipocrisia di chi si arrende in partenza..."

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                              • ma_75
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                                Originariamente Scritto da samoajoe83 Visualizza Messaggio
                                Ma, sei il mio idolo..la mia infanzia vive di Tupac, e hai scelto, per rappresentarlo, la canzone che avrei scelto io. NUMBER ONE per il suo genere, senza se, senza ma.
                                Ti ringrazio. Un uomo che ha vissuto costantemente la sua vita pericolosamente, fino alla fine. Leggendole in questo modo le sue canzoni sono sincere fino all'ultima virgola, non come tanta robaccia dei vari imitatori successivi.
                                In un sistema finito, con un tempo infinito, ogni combinazione può ripetersi infinite volte.
                                ma_75@bodyweb.com

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