Una canzone al giorno

[MadRock]

BAILA MORENA

Adesso credo nei miracoli
In questa notte di tequila boom boom
Sei cosa sexy cosa, sexy thing, ..... ormai
Ti ho messo gli occhi addosso..... e lo sai

Che devi avere un caos dentro di te
x far fiorire una stella che balla
Inferno e paradiso dentro di te
La luna è un sole guarda come brilla

Baby the night is on fire
Siamo fiamme nel cielo
Lampi in mezzo al buio..... what you say

Baila, baila morena
Sotto questa luna piena
Under the moonlight
Under the moonlight

Vai chica vai cocca che mi sa cocca
Che questa sera qualche cosa ti tocca
Ho un cuore d’oro sai il cuore di un santo
x così poco me la merito tanto

Baby the night is on fire
Siamo fiamme nel cielo
Scandalo nel buio..... what you say

Baila, baila morena
Sotto questa luna piena
Under the moonlight

Baila, under the moonlight
Sotto questa luna piena
Baila morena…….. yeah yeah yeah

You got me hurtin’ so bad, so bad
I got to have it, so bad

What you say

Baila, baila morena

[six00]

ragazzi magari se potete mette anche il video di youtube se c'è o almeno il genere, molte delle canzoni che postate le leggo ma non mi dicono granchè

tipo l'ultima di zuccone, è una canzone rap? è bella, brutta, boh?

BAILA MORENA

lo sai che zucchero è uno dei più grandi plagiatori esistenti?

[Zuccone]

[youtube]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AfFlI7g56xo[/youtube]

Detto fatto

[six00]

thanks

[eremita]

something in the way-NIRVANA

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[FONT='Times New Roman', serif]Underneath the bridge
The tarp has sprung a leak
And the animals Ive trapped
Have all become my pets
And Im living off of grass
And the drippings from the ceiling
Its okay to eat fish
cause they dont have any feelings

(x3)
Something in the way, mmm
Something in the way, yeah, mmm

Underneath the bridge
The tarp has sprung a leak
And the animals Ive trapped
Have all become my pets
And Im living off of grass
And the drippings from the ceiling
Its okay to eat fish
cause they dontt have any feelings

(x4)
Something in the way, mmm
Something in the way, yeah, mmm[/FONT]

[eremita]

perche mi fa questo????(((((((((((

[stefi]

che cacchi ohai scritto

[eremita]

mah non so perche mi fa cosi

[stefi]

copiala da un altro sito, ci sarà qualche codice strano in quello

[MadRock]

SWEET DREAMS - Eurythmics - Marilyn Manson

Sweet dreams are made of this
Who am I to disagree?
Travel the world and the seven seas
Everybody's looking for something
Some of them want to use you
Some of them want to get used by you
Some of them want to abuse you
Some of them want to be abused

Sweet dreams are made of this
Who am I to disagree?
Travel the world and the seven seas
Everybody's looking for something
Some of them want to use you
Some of them want to get used by you
Some of them want to abuse you
Some of them want to be abused

I wanna use you and abuse you
I wanna know what's inside you
(Whispering) Hold your head up, movin' on
Keep your head up, movin' on
Hold your head up, movin' on
Keep your head up, movin' on
Movin' on!

[MadRock]

LITTLE WING - Jimi Hendrix

Well she's walking through the clouds
With a circus mind that's running wild
Butterflies and zebras
And moonbeams and fairy tales
That's all she ever thinks about
Riding with the wind.

When I'm sad, she comes to me
With a thousand smiles, she gives to me free
It's alright she says it's alright
Take anything you want from me, anything
Anything.

Fly on little wing,
Yeah yeah, yeah, little wing

[luna80]

Per fare un uomo (Francesco Guccini e I Nomadi, 1979)

E cade la pioggia e cambia ogni cosa,
la morte e la vita non cambiano mai:
l' inverno è tornato, l' estate è finita,
la morte e la vita rimangono uguali,
la morte e la vita rimangono uguali...

Per fare un uomo ci voglion vent'anni,
per fare un bimbo un' ora d'amore,
per una vita migliaia di ore,
per il dolore è abbastanza un minuto,
per il dolore è abbastanza un minuto...

E verrà il tempo di dire parole
quando la vita una vita darà
e verrà il tempo di fare l' amore
quando l' inverno più a nord se ne andrà,
quando l' inverno più a nord se ne andrà...

Poi andremo via come fanno gli uccelli
che dove vanno nessuno lo sa,
ma verrà un tempo e quel cielo vedremo
quando l' inverno dal nord tornerà,
quando l' inverno dal nord tornerà...

E cade la pioggia e cambia ogni cosa,
la morte e la vita non cambiano mai:
l' estate è passata, l' inverno è alle porte,
la vita e la morte rimangono uguali,
la vita e la morte rimangono uguali...

[THE ALEX]

LITTLE WING - Jimi Hendrix

[Blaster]

bellillima little wing...

Chimes of freedom (bob dylan) a me è sempre sembrata molto ma molto più bella di blowing in the wind...


Far between sundown's finish an' midnight's broken toll
We ducked inside the doorway, thunder crashing
As majestic bells of bolts struck shadows in the sounds
Seeming to be the chimes of freedom flashing
Flashing for the warriors whose strength is not to fight
Flashing for the refugees on the unarmed road of flight
An' for each an' ev'ry underdog soldier in the night
An' we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing.

In the city's melted furnace, unexpectedly we watched
With faces hidden while the walls were tightening
As the echo of the wedding bells before the blowin' rain
Dissolved into the bells of the lightning
Tolling for the rebel, tolling for the rake
Tolling for the luckless, the abandoned an' forsaked
Tolling for the outcast, burnin' constantly at stake
An' we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing.

Through the mad mystic hammering of the wild ripping hail
The sky cracked its poems in naked wonder
That the clinging of the church bells blew far into the breeze
Leaving only bells of lightning and its thunder
Striking for the gentle, striking for the kind
Striking for the guardians and protectors of the mind
An' the unpawned painter behind beyond his rightful time
An' we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing.

Through the wild cathedral evening the rain unraveled tales
For the disrobed faceless forms of no position
Tolling for the tongues with no place to bring their thoughts
All down in taken-for-granted situations
Tolling for the deaf an' blind, tolling for the mute
Tolling for the mistreated, mateless mother, the mistitled prostitute
For the misdemeanor outlaw, chased an' cheated by pursuit
An' we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing.

Even though a cloud's white curtain in a far-off corner flashed
An' the hypnotic splattered mist was slowly lifting
Electric light still struck like arrows, fired but for the ones
Condemned to drift or else be kept from drifting
Tolling for the searching ones, on their speechless, seeking trail
For the lonesome-hearted lovers with too personal a tale
An' for each unharmful, gentle soul misplaced inside a jail
An' we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing.

Starry-eyed an' laughing as I recall when we were caught
Trapped by no track of hours for they hanged suspended
As we listened one last time an' we watched with one last look
Spellbound an' swallowed 'til the tolling ended
Tolling for the aching ones whose wounds cannot be nursed
For the countless confused, accused, misused, strung-out ones an' worse
An' for every hung-up person in the whole wide universe
An' we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing.

[MadRock]

bellillima little wing...