Una canzone al giorno

[Steel77]

Steel

molto bella

sapevo che maaa avrebbe apprezzato

x voi allora...


Queensryche - Anybody Listening? Lyrics



You and I
long to live like the wind upon the water.
If we close our eyes, we'll maybe realize
there's more to life than what we have known.
And I can't believe I've spent so long
living lies I know were wrong inside,
I've just begun to see the light.

Long ago there was a dream,
had to make a choice or two.
Leaving all I loved behind,
for what nobody knew.
Stepped out on the stage, a life
under lights and judging eyes.
Now the applause has died and I
can dream again...

Is there anybody listening?
Is there anyone that sees what's going on?
Read between the lines,
criticize the words they're selling.
Think for yourself and feel the walls
become sand beneath your feet

Feel the breeze?
Time's so near you can almost taste the freedom.
There's a warm wind from the south.
Hoist the sail and we'll be gone,
by morning this will all seem like a dream.
And if you don't return to sing the song,
maybe just as well.
I've seen the news and there's
not much I can do...alone

Is there anybody listening?
Is there anyone who smiles without a mask?
What's behind the words--images
they know will please us?
I'll take what's real. Bring up the lights.

Is there anybody listening?
Is there anyone that sees what's going on?
Read between the lines,
criticize the words they're selling.
Think for yourself and feel the walls...
become sand beneath your feet

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MQvGyokze54

[ma_75]

Per Stillo e per tutti

Queensryche-Eyes of A Stranger

[page:] Dr. David, telephone please. Dr. David
Dr. Blair, Dr. Blair, Dr. J. Hamilton, Dr. J Hamilton

All alone now
Except for the memories
Of what we had and what we knew
Everytime I try to leave it behind me
I see something that reminds me of you
Every night the dreams return to haunt me
Your rosary wrapped around your throat
I lie awake and sweat, afraid to fall asleep
I see your face looking back at me

And I raise my head and stare
Into the eyes of a stranger
I've always known that the mirror never lies
People always turn away
From the eyes of a stranger
Afraid to know what
Lies behind the stare

Is this all that's left
Of my life before me
Straight jacket memories, sedative highs
No happy ending like they've always promised
There's got to be something left for me
And I raise my head and stare
Into the eyes of a stranger
I've always known that the mirror never lies
People always turn away
From the eyes of a stranger
Afraid to know what
Lies behind the stare [Lies behind my stare]

How many times must I live this tragedy
How many more lies will they tell me
All I want is the same as everyone
Why am I here, and for how long

And I raise my head and stare
Into the eyes of a stranger
I've always known that the mirror never lies
People always turn away
From the eyes of a stranger
Afraid to know what
Lies behind the stare
Eyes of a Stranger midi

[Steel77]

ma tu l'hai ascoltato mindcrime II ?

[ma_75]

ma tu l'hai ascoltato mindcrime II ?

Avrei preferito non farlo

[Steel77]

Avrei preferito non farlo

si col primo nn c'è paragone

diciamo sufficiente

[ma_75]

si col primo nn c'è paragone

diciamo sufficiente

A me non suona neanche Queensryche

[Steel77]

A me non suona neanche Queensryche

beh però loro hanno sempre sperimentato.hanno uno stile meno definito di altre band.
cioè in genere quando si ascolta una lorocanzone si capisce pur nn avendo uno stile preciso

[ma_75]

beh però loro hanno sempre sperimentato.hanno uno stile meno definito di altre band.
cioè in genere quando si ascolta una lorocanzone si capisce pur nn avendo uno stile preciso

Eravamo abituati troppo bene
Comunque un passo avanti rispetto a quelli subito prima

Valore aggiunto, molto aggiunto, R.J Dio

[Steel77]

Valore aggiunto, molto aggiunto, R.J Dio

una gran voce

[ma_75]

I Green Day, parere personalissimo, danno il meglio nelle ballad.
Questa è tra le mie preferite



GREEN DAY

"Macy's Day Parade"

Today's the Macy's Day Parade
The night of the living dead is on its way
With a credit report for duty call
It's a lifetime guarantee
Stuffed in a coffin 10% more free
Red light special at the mausoleum

Give me something that I need
Satisfaction guaranteed to you
What's the consolation prize?
Economy sized dreams of hope

When I was a kid I thought
I wanted all the things that I haven't got
Oh. I learned the hardest way
Then I realized what it took
To tell the difference between
Thieves and crooks
A lesson learned to me and you

Give me something that I need
Satisfaction guaranteed
Because I'm thinking about
A brand new hope
The one I've never known
Cause now I know
It's all that I wanted

What's the consolation prize?
Economy sized dreams of hope
Give me something that I need
Satisfaction guaranteed
Because I'm thinking about
A brand new hope
The one I've never known
And where it goes
And I'm thinking about
The only road
The one I've never known
And where it goes

And I'm thinking about
A brand new hope
The one I've never known
Cause now I know
It's all that I wanted

[Wolver|ne]

http://youtube.com/watch?v=-sSA7YSInGk

quant'è bella sta canzone.

[six00]

Qualche splendido giorno - Modena City Ramblers

notevoli questi Queensriche, ho mandato il mulo viaggiatore presto avrò loro notizie

e ora un gran pezzo dei modena, da me ribattezzata "hombrillo non piangere per me" purtroppo niente video, però è bellissima ve la consiglio



Il faro tagliava la notte, un filo d'acqua bagnava la strada.
Camminavano insieme in direzione del ponte. Da un portone una tromba suonava.
Lei guardava in basso le scarpe, tra cicche spente, giornali e lattine.
Lui fischiava un vecchio blues
e pensava ad una cosa qualunque da dire.

Ma non piangere per me, non piangere per me.
Perché presto o tardi sai sarò di nuovo qui intorno.
Ma non piangere per me, non piangere per me.
Ci troveremo ancora sai, in qualche splendido giorno.

Una vecchia indiana vestita di giallo li osservava seduta a un balcone.
Lei sorrise appena e gettò una moneta al mendicante dal cappello marrone.
Lui marcava i passi come Jimmy Dean, masticando una frase d'addio.
"Ogni cosa è già fatta, ogni cosa è già detta,
quando vedi che il racconto è finito."

Ma non piangere per me, non piangere per me.
Perché presto o tardi sai sarò di nuovo qui intorno.
Ma non piangere per me, non piangere per me.
Ci troveremo ancora sai, in qualche splendido giorno.

Il marciapiede era grigio e deserto, nella notte un lampione brillava.
Lui la strinse forte al suo fianco, mentre lontano un cane abbaiava.
"Era tutto scritto da sempre sai. Era racchiuso nel mazzo di carte.
Che la donna rossa si incontra col fante,
ma alla fine il giro riparte."

Ma non piangere per me, non piangere per me.
Perché presto o tardi sai sarò di nuovo qui intorno.
Ma non piangere per me, non piangere per me.
Ci troveremo ancora sai, in qualche splendido giorno.

Lei gli disse: "Che il viaggio sia buono."
Lui rispose soltanto: "Lo sarà."

[Whipper1980]

Placebo - "Without You I'm Nothing"

"Without You I'm Nothing"

Strange infatuation seems to grace the evening tide.
I'll take it by your side.
Such imagination seems to help the feeling slide.
I'll take it by your side.
Instant correlation sucks and breeds a pack of lies.
I'll take it by your side.
Oversaturation curls the skin and tans the hide.
I'll take it by your side.

tick - tock [x3]
tick - tick - tick - tick - tick - tock

I'm unclean, a libertine
And every time you vent your spleen,
I seem to lose the power of speech,
Your slipping slowly from my reach.
You grow me like an evergreen,
You never see the lonely me at all

I...
Take the plan, spin it sideways.
I...
Fall.
Without you, I'm Nothing.
Without you, I'm nothing.
Without you, I'm nothing.
Take the plan, spin it sideways.
Without you, I'm nothing at all.


quel pezzo è da lacrime....

[Zuccone]

Bob Dylan - Hurricane

Pistol shots ring out in the barroom night
Enter Patty Valentine from the upper hall.
She sees the bartender in a pool of blood,
Cries out, "My God, they killed them all!"
Here comes the story of the Hurricane,
The man the authorities came to blame
For somethin' that he never done.
Put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a been
The champion of the world.

Three bodies lyin' there does Patty see
And another man named Bello, movin' around mysteriously.
"I didn't do it," he says, and he throws up his hands
"I was only robbin' the register, I hope you understand.
I saw them leavin'," he says, and he stops
"One of us had better call up the cops."
And so Patty calls the cops
And they arrive on the scene with their red lights flashin'
In the hot New Jersey night.

Meanwhile, far away in another part of town
Rubin Carter and a couple of friends are drivin' around.
Number one contender for the middleweight crown
Had no idea what kinda shit was about to go down
When a cop pulled him over to the side of the road
Just like the time before and the time before that.
In Paterson that's just the way things go.
If you're black you might as well not show up on the street
'Less you wanna draw the heat.

Alfred Bello had a partner and he had a rap for the cops.
Him and Arthur Dexter Bradley were just out prowlin' around
He said, "I saw two men runnin' out, they looked like middleweights
They jumped into a white car with out-of-state plates."
And Miss Patty Valentine just nodded her head.
Cop said, "Wait a minute, boys, this one's not dead"
So they took him to the infirmary
And though this man could hardly see
They told him that he could identify the guilty men.

Four in the mornin' and they haul Rubin in,
Take him to the hospital and they bring him upstairs.
The wounded man looks up through his one dyin' eye
Says, "Wha'd you bring him in here for? He ain't the guy!"
Yes, here's the story of the Hurricane,
The man the authorities came to blame
For somethin' that he never done.
Put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a been
The champion of the world.

Four months later, the ghettos are in flame,
Rubin's in South America, fightin' for his name
While Arthur Dexter Bradley's still in the robbery game
And the cops are puttin' the screws to him, lookin' for somebody to blame.
"Remember that murder that happened in a bar?"
"Remember you said you saw the getaway car?"
"You think you'd like to play ball with the law?"
"Think it might-a been that fighter that you saw runnin' that night?"
"Don't forget that you are white."

Arthur Dexter Bradley said, "I'm really not sure."
Cops said, "A poor boy like you could use a break
We got you for the motel job and we're talkin' to your friend Bello
Now you don't wanta have to go back to jail, be a nice fellow.
You'll be doin' society a favor.
That sonofabitch is brave and gettin' braver.
We want to put his ass in stir
We want to pin this triple murder on him
He ain't no Gentleman Jim."

Rubin could take a man out with just one punch
But he never did like to talk about it all that much.
It's my work, he'd say, and I do it for pay
And when it's over I'd just as soon go on my way
Up to some paradise
Where the trout streams flow and the air is nice
And ride a horse along a trail.
But then they took him to the jailhouse
Where they try to turn a man into a mouse.

All of Rubin's cards were marked in advance
The trial was a pig-circus, he never had a chance.
The judge made Rubin's witnesses drunkards from the slums
To the white folks who watched he was a revolutionary bum
And to the black folks he was just a crazy nigger.
No one doubted that he pulled the trigger.
And though they could not produce the gun,
The D.A. said he was the one who did the deed
And the all-white jury agreed.

Rubin Carter was falsely tried.
The crime was murder "one," guess who testified?
Bello and Bradley and they both baldly lied
And the newspapers, they all went along for the ride.
How can the life of such a man
Be in the palm of some fool's hand?
To see him obviously framed
Couldn't help but make me feel ashamed to live in a land
Where justice is a game.

Now all the criminals in their coats and their ties
Are free to drink martinis and watch the sun rise
While Rubin sits like Buddha in a ten-foot cell
An innocent man in a living hell.
That's the story of the Hurricane,
But it won't be over till they clear his name
And give him back the time he's done.
Put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a been
The champion of the world

[six00]

Eros Ramazzotti - Se bastasse una canzone

se bastasse una bella canzone
a far piovere amore
si potrebbe cantarla un milione
un milione di volte
bastasse già
bastasse già
non ci vorrebbe poi tanto a imparare ad amare di più
se bastasse una vera canzone
per convincere gli altri
si potrebbe cantarla più forte
visto che sono in tanti
fosse così fosse così
non si dovrebbe lottare per farsi sentire di più
se bastasse una buona canzone
a far dare una mano
si potrebbe trovarla nel cuore
senza andare lontano
bastasse già bastasse già
non ci sarebbe bisogno di chiedere la carità
dedicato a tutti quelli che
sono allo sbando
dedicato a tutti quelli che
non hanno avuto ancora niente
e sono ai margini da sempre
dedicato a tutti quelli che
stanno aspettando
dedicato a tutti quelli che
rimangono dei sognatori
per questo sempre più da soli
se bastasse una grande canzone
per parlare di pace
si potrebbe chiamarla per nome
aggiungendo una voce
e un'altra poi e un'altra poi
finche diventa di un solo colore più vivo che mai
dedicato a tutti quelli che
sono allo sbando
dedicato a tutti quelli che
hanno provato ad inventare
una canzone per cambiare
dedicato a tutti quelli che
stanno aspettando
dedicato a tutti quelli che
venuti su con troppo vento
quel tempo gli è rimasto dentro
in ogni senso
hanno creduto cercato e voluto che fosse così