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Hello there, the angel from my nightmare
The shadow in the background of the morgue
The unsuspecting victim of darkness in the valley We can live like Jack and Sally if we want
Where you can always find me
We'll have Halloween on Christmas
And in the night we'll wish this never ends
We'll wish this never ends
(I miss you, I miss you)
(I miss you, I miss you)
Where are you and I'm so sorry
I cannot sleep I cannot dream tonight
I need somebody and always
This sick strange darkness
Comes creeping on so haunting every time
And as I stared I counted
Webs from all the spiders
Catching things and eating their insides
Like indecision to call you
and hear your voice of treason
Will you come home and stop this pain tonight
Stop this pain tonight
Don't waste your time on me you're already
The voice inside my head (I miss you, I miss you)
Don't waste your time on me you're already
The voice inside my head (I miss you, I miss you)
I am thinking it's a sign that the freckles
In our eyes are mirror images and when
We kiss they're perfectly aligned
And I have to speculate that God himself
Did make us into corresponding shapes like
Puzzle pieces from the clay
And true, it may seem like a stretch, but
Its thoughts like this that catch my troubled
Head when you're away when I am missing you to death
When you are out there on the road for
Several weeks of shows and when you scan
The radio, I hope this song will guide you home
They will see us waving from such great
Heights, 'come down now,' they'll say
But everything looks perfect from far away,
'come down now,' but we'll stay...
I tried my best to leave this all on your
Machine but the persistent beat it sounded
Thin upon listening
And that frankly will not fly. You will hear
The shrillest highs and lowest lows with
The windows down when this is guiding you home
(Franco Negrè)
Tutto si muove quando qualcosa cambia a mio avviso
smuovi il sentimento dalla rabbia, ogni granello dalla sabbia,
quando si sfiorano due labbra, si reprimono rancori in una gabbia
e lo capisci anche dal labia-le
che è più importante di una bocca che ti parla,
ed il concetto è più realistico del mistico
che hai tu a Fantasylandia. Ma è il rispetto
verso ciò che ruota intorno a noi che ancora aspetto.
Perché la novità dà nobiltà ad ogni persona che l’abbraccia
e tutto va finché una buona nuova non la schiaccia,
con me anche Kiave e Ghemon
per un futuro dove il cambiamento sia anche un po’ più estremo.
E certo che io tremo, se vedo un manifesto
è un messaggio disonesto se poi non precede un gesto,
tocca fare presto, sia qua che in città
ogni realtà, lo so, quaggiù.. qualcosa cambierà.
RIT.
(Franco + Ghemon)
Va, ancora un altro giorno finisce e rimango qua
a scrivere sapendo che qualcosa cambierà
il cielo è il limite per chi non lo supererà
per me qualcosa cambia, cambie-rà
Qualcosa Cambierà Pt.3 Lyrics on http://www.lyricsmania.com
ancora un altro giorno finisce e rimango qua
a scrivere sapendo che qualcosa cambierà
il cielo è il limite per chi non lo supererà
per me qualcosa cambierà.
(Ghemon Scienz)
E’ tutto nello schema delle cose da cui provi a fuoriuscire
devi smettere di dire che tutto è a posto perché non è,
e a forza di ripeterlo qualcuno ti ha creduto
ed ha iniziato a ripeterlo assieme a te.
Tecniche d’ipnosi, attrezzi, stampe e tv per fare il cervello a pezzi
mettono nel freezer in numero tre sacchetti
mentre puntano al torace per sfondarlo con un tachel scivolato coi tacchetti.
Qui per sovvertire l’ordine incontrovertibile
per sputare il mio disordine impossibile,
scrivo perché non ho alternative,
non scrivo per fare l’alternativo che scrive.
Risucchiato dal sistema e tra le sue spire
e nel sistema per cambiarlo ed affrontare le paure collettive,
le parole, come tutto, in un fucile
da sparare perché viaggino secondo direttive e arrivino a colpire.
bridge:
(Kiave)
Ci riprenderemo ciò che c’hanno tolto
tutto tornerà ad essere di nuovo nostro
io mi sto allenando aspettando quel giorno
e quando arriverà mi troverà pronto.
Ci riprenderemo ciò che c’hanno tolto
tutto tornerà ad essere di nuovo nostro
io mi sto allenando aspettando quel giorno
e quando arriverà, quando arriverà..
(Kiave)
Regnerà la calma e sarà l’alba d’un giorno migliore
i miei occhi pronti per fissare il Sole
che già gravitava attorno a questa strada ma
da prima della Rivoluzione Copernicana,
assistere a talenti rapiti dal commerciale mi fa male,
come vedere piangere mia madre,
troveranno porte chiuse se vorranno tornare,
un boomerang ritorna solo se lo sai lanciare.
Non credo alla gente figurati alle leggende, ma
le divise bruceranno tra le fiamme di Grendel.
Guadagneranno soltanto i capaci,
i miei gabbiani sbraneranno i tuoi rapaci formattando le tue stragi.
Placherò la sete di sapere di una vita,
la vista mi sarà restituita,
perchè mi accecai con due puntine nel giorno in cui vidi
che le pupille sembravano due vinili.
bridge
RIT.
lo psicofarmaco
Originalmente inviato da Albe no passera no party !
You got a fast car
I want a ticket to anywhere
Maybe we make a deal
Maybe together we can get somewhere
Anyplace is better
Starting from zero got nothing to lose
Maybe we'll make something
But me myself I got nothing to prove
You got a fast car
And I got a plan to get us out of here
I been working at the convenience store
Managed to save just a little bit of money
We won't have to drive too far
Just 'cross the border and into the city
You and I can both get jobs
And finally see what it means to be living
You see my old man's got a problem
He live with the bottle that's the way it is
He says his body's too old for working
I say his body's too young to look like his
My mama went off and left him
She wanted more from life than he could give
I said somebody's got to take care of him
So I quit school and that's what I did
You got a fast car
But is it fast enough so we can fly away
We gotta make a decision
We leave tonight or live and die this way
I remember we were driving driving in your car
The speed so fast I felt like I was drunk
City lights lay out before us
And your arm felt nice wrapped 'round my shoulder
And I had a feeling that I belonged
And I had a feeling I could be someone, be someone, be someone
You got a fast car
And we go cruising to entertain ourselves
You still ain't got a job
And I work in a market as a checkout girl
I know things will get better
You'll find work and I'll get promoted
We'll move out of the shelter
Buy a big house and live in the suburbs
You got a fast car
And I got a job that pays all our bills
You stay out drinking late at the bar
See more of your friends than you do of your kids
I'd always hoped for better
Thought maybe together you and me would find it
I got no plans I ain't going nowhere
So take your fast car and keep on driving
You got a fast car
But is it fast enough so you can fly away
You gotta make a decision
You leave tonight or live and die this way
Originariamente Scritto da Mizard
...io ho parlato con tutti in questo forum,persino coi Laziali...
Originariamente Scritto da Barone Bizzio
Quindi...in poche parole, sono tutti comunisti tranne Silvio?
Originariamente Scritto da TheSandman
Silvio compreso.
Originariamente Scritto da TheSandman
Diciamo che i comunisti che insulta lui sono ancora più comunisti di lui.
Holly came from miami f.l.a.
Hitch-hiked her way across the u.s.a.
Plucked her eyebrows on the way
Shaved her leg and then he was a she
She says, hey babe, take a walk on the wild side
Said, hey honey, take a walk on the wild side
Candy came from out on the island
In the backroom she was everybodys darling
But she never lost her head
Even when she was given head
She says, hey babe, take a walk on the wild side
Said, hey babe, take a walk on the wild side
And the coloured girls go
Little joe never once gave it away
Everybody had to pay and pay
A hustle here and a hustle there
New york city is the place where they said
Hey babe, take a walk on the wild side
I said hey joe, take a walk on the wild side
Sugar plum fairy came and hit the streets
Lookin for soul food and a place to eat
Went to the apollo
You should have seen him go go go
They said, hey sugar, take a walk on the wild side
I said, hey babe, take a walk on the wild side
All right, huh
Jackie is just speeding away
Thought she was james dean for a day
Then I guess she had to crash
Valium would have helped that dash
She said, hey babe, take a walk on the wild side
I said, hey honey, take a walk on the wild side
And the coloured girls say
There were three men came out of the West,
Their fortunes for to try,
And these three men made a solemn vow:
John Barleycorn must die.
They've ploughed, they've sewn, they've harrowed him in,
Threw clods upon his head,
And these three men made a solemn vow:
John Barleycorn was dead.
They've let him lie for a very long time,
‘Till the rains from heaven did fall,
And little Sir John sprung up his head,
And so amazed them all.
They've let him stand ‘till midsummer's day,
‘Till he looked both pale and wan,
And little Sir John's grown a long, long beard,
And so become a man.
They've hired men with the scythes so sharp,
To cut him off at the knee,
They've rolled him and tied him by the way,
Serving him most barbarously.
They've hired men with the sharp pitchforks,
Who pricked him to the heart,
And the loader he has served him worse than that,
For he's bound him to the cart
They've wheeled him around and around the field,
‘Till they came unto a barn,
And there they made a solemn oath,
On poor John Barleycorn.
They've hired men with the crab-tree sticks,
To cut him skin from bone,
And the miller he has served him worse than that,
For he's ground him between two stones.
And little Sir John and the nut-brown bowl,
And he's brandy in the glass;
And little Sir John and the nut-brown bowl,
Proved the strongest man at last.
The huntsman, he can't hunt the fox,
Nor so loudly to blow his horn,
And the tinker he can't mend kettle nor pot,
Without a little Barleycorn
Originariamente Scritto da Mizard
...io ho parlato con tutti in questo forum,persino coi Laziali...
Originariamente Scritto da Barone Bizzio
Quindi...in poche parole, sono tutti comunisti tranne Silvio?
Originariamente Scritto da TheSandman
Silvio compreso.
Originariamente Scritto da TheSandman
Diciamo che i comunisti che insulta lui sono ancora più comunisti di lui.
Ragazzo mio, un giorno ti diranno che tuo padre
aveva per la testa grandi idee, ma in fondo, poi....
non ha concluso niente
non devi credere, no, vogliono far di te
un uomo piccolo, una barca senza vela
Ma tu non credere,no, che appena s'alza il mare
gli uomini senza idee, per primi vanno a fondo
Ragazzo mio...un giorno i tuoi amici ti diranno
che basterà trovare un grande amore
e poi voltar le spalle a tutto il mondo
no, no, non credere,no, non metterti a sognare
lontane isole che non esistono
non devi credere,ma se vuoi amare l'amore
tu,...non gli chiedere quello che non può dare
Ragazzo mio, un giorno sentirai dir dalla gente
che al mondo stanno bene solo quelli che passano la vita a non far niente
no,no,non credere no,
non essere anche tu un acchiappanuvole che sogna di arrivare
non devi credere, no, no, no non invidiare
chi vive lottando invano col mondo di domani
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