Una canzone al giorno

[ma_75]

Behind Blue Eyes - The Who
No one knows what it's like To be the bad man To be the sad man Behind blue eyes No one knows what it's like To be hated To be fated To telling only lies But my dreams They aren't as empty As my conscience seems to be I have hours, only lonely My love is vengeance That's never free No one knows what it's like To feel these feelings Like I do And I blame you No one bites back as hard On their anger None of my pain and woe Can show through But my dreams They aren't as empty As my conscience seems to be I have hours, only lonely My love is vengeance That's never free When my fist clenches, crack it open Before I use it and lose my cool When I smile, tell me some bad news Before I laugh and act like a fool And if I swallow anything evil Put your finger down my throat And if I shiver, please give me a blanket Keep me warm, let me wear your coat No one knows what it's like To be the bad man To be the sad man Behind blue eyes

Formattare, no?

[mrs mandolino]

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JugUQJv9YlY

trooooppo esaltante

[Wolver|ne]

http://it.youtube.com/watch?v=t60cv0pGosA

[Wolver|ne]

ehy ma qui dormono tutti?

posto una delle più belle canzoni d sempre.

http://it.youtube.com/watch?v=mJEnUcsC28M

[THE ALEX]

the best is yet to come

una chicca per indentitori.La voce di Patti Labelle che si fonde nel sax di Grover Washington...roba da brividi.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NA0PP5hPho0

Give me the sun
I'll give you the moonlight
Love will set us free
If we just believe the best is yet to come

Show me your smile
I’ll fill it with laughter
That will light your mind
As long as we believe
The best is yet to come

Can you see what I see
On the road ahead
Do you know
There’s a new life there
Waiting there

Give me your world
And I’ll give you heaven
Love will set us free
As long as we believe
The best is yet to come

Show me your smile
I’ll fill it with laughter
That will light your mind
As long as we believe the best is yet to come

Bridge
Give me the sun
And I’ll give you moonlight
Yes I will…

Can you see what I see
On the road ahead
Do you know
There’s a new life there
Waiting there

Give me the world
And I’ll give you heaven
Love will set us free
As long as we believe
The best is yet to come
Baby don’t you know that
As long as we believe
The best is yet to come
Oh…
Play it now…

Break
I will give you love and understanding
If you show me your love
Hey, hey
Give me the sun
Show me your smile
Give me your world
Baby ah- ah…
I’ll be what you want me to be
(Yeah…)
I’ll give you moon light
I’ll fill you with laughter
I’ll give you a
Hey, hey, hey, hey…
The best is yet
To come

[spy]

ma non ti starai collegando troppo ?ma poi non ho capito come mai non puoi entrare in italia

[THE ALEX]

ma non ti starai collegando troppo ?ma poi non ho capito come mai non puoi entrare in italia

non mi fare domande difficili adesso...tra ouzo e rakomelo non mi ricordo nemmeno come mi chiamo

[mrs mandolino]

credevo avessi postato happy birthday

[spy]

non mi fare domande difficili adesso...tra ouzo e rakomelo non mi ricordo nemmeno come mi chiamo

[luna80]

troppo bella...l'ho risentita stasera dopo diverso tempo...

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Pink Floyd, On the Turning Away, 1988

On the turning away
From the pale and downtrodden
And the words they say
Which we won't understand
"Don't accept that what's happening
Is just a case of others' suffering
Or you'll find that you're joining in
The turning away"
It's a sin that somehow
Light is changing to shadow
And casting it's shroud
Over all we have known
Unaware how the ranks have grown
Driven on by a heart of stone
We could find that we're all alone
In the dream of the proud
On the wings of the night
As the daytime is stirring
Where the speechless unite
In a silent accord
Using words you will find are strange
And mesmerized as they light the flame
Feel the new wind of change
On the wings of the night
No more turning away
From the weak and the weary
No more turning away
From the coldness inside
Just a world that we all must share
It's not enough just to stand and stare
Is it only a dream that there'll be
No more turning away?

[Zuccone]

Springsteen - glory days

I had a friend was a big baseball player
back in high school
He could throw that speedball by you
Make you look like a fool boy
Saw him the other night at this roadside bar
I was walking in, he was walking out
We went back inside sat down had a few drinks
but all he kept talking about was

Chorus:
Glory days well they'll pass you by
Glory days in the wink of a young girl's eye
Glory days, glory days

Well there's a girl that lives up the block
back in school she could turn all the boy's heads
Sometimes on a Friday I'll stop by
and have a few drinks after she put her kids to bed
Her and her husband Bobby well they split up
I guess it's two years gone by now
We just sit around talking about the old times,
she says when she feels like crying
she starts laughing thinking about

Chorus

Now I think I'm going down to the well tonight
and I'm going to drink till I get my fill
And I hope when I get old I don't sit around thinking about it
but I probably will
Yeah, just sitting back trying to recapture
a little of the glory of, well time slips away
and leaves you with nothing mister but
boring stories of glory days

Chorus

[ma_75]

Bellissima

Guns and Roses-Civil War

"What we've got here is failure to communicate.
Some men you just can't reach...
So, you get what we had here last week,
which is the way he wants it!
Well, he gets it!
N' I don't like it any more than you men." *


Look at your young men fighting
Look at your women crying
Look at your young men dying
The way they've always done before


Look at the hate we're breeding
Look at the fear we're feeding
Look at the lives we're leading
The way we've always done before


My hands are tied
The billions shift from side to side
And the wars go on with brainwashed pride
For the love of God and our human rights
And all these things are swept aside
By bloody hands time can't deny
And are washed away by your genocide
And history hides the lies of our civil wars


D'you wear a black armband
When they shot the man
Who said "Peace could last forever"
And in my first memories
They shot Kennedy
I went numb when I learned to see
So I never fell for Vietnam
We got the wall of D.C. to remind us all
That you can't trust freedom
When it's not in your hands
When everybody's fightin'
For their promised land


And
I don't need your civil war
It feeds the rich while it buries the poor
Your power hungry sellin' soldiers
In a human grocery store
Ain't that fresh
I don't need your civil war


Look at the shoes your filling
Look at the blood we're spilling
Look at the world we're killing
The way we've always done before
Look in the doubt we've wallowed
Look at the leaders we've followed
Look at the lies we've swallowed
And I don't want to hear no more


My hands are tied
For all I've seen has changed my mind
But still the wars go on as the years go by
With no love of God or human rights
'Cause all these dreams are swept aside
By bloody hands of the hypnotized
Who carry the cross of homicide
And history bears the scars of our civil wars


"We practice selective annihilation of mayors
And government officials
For example to create a vacuum
Then we fill that vacuum
As popular war advances
Peace is closer" **


I don't need your civil war
It feeds the rich while it buries the poor
Your power hungry sellin' soldiers
In a human grocery store
Ain't that fresh
And I don't need your civil war
I don't need your civil war
I don't need your civil war
Your power hungry sellin' soldiers
In a human grocery store
Ain't that fresh
I don't need your civil war
I don't need one more war


I don't need one more war
Whaz so civil 'bout war anyway

[spy]

http://youtube.com/watch?v=ym016NijZXs

[luna80]

Francesco Guccini, Quello che non

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La vedi nel cielo quell'alta pressione?
La senti una strana stagione?
Ma a notte la nebbia ti dice d'un fiato che il dio dell'inverno è
arrivato.
Lo senti un aereo che porta lontano?
Lo senti quel suono di un piano
di un Mozart stonato che prova e riprova ma il senso del vero non trova?
Lo senti il perché di cortili bagnati, di auto a morire nei prati,
la pallida linea di vecchie ferite, di lettere ormai non spedite?
Lo vedi il rumore di favole spente?
Lo sai che non siamo più niente?
Non siamo un aereo né un piano stonato, stagione,cortile od un prato
Conosci l'odore di strade deserte che portano a vecchie scoperte,
a nafta,telai,ciminiere corrose, a periferie misteriose,
a rotaie implacabili per nessun dove, a letti,a brandine,ad alcove?
Lo sai che colore han le nuvole basse, e i sedili di un'ex terza classe,
l'angoscia che dà una pianura infinita?
Hai voglia di me e della vita, di un giorno qualunque,di una sponda brulla?
Lo sai che non siamo più nulla?
Non siamo una strada né malinconia, un treno o una periferia,
non siamo scoperta né sponda sfiorita, non siamo né un giorno né vita
Non siamo la polvere di un angolo tetro né un sasso tirato in un vetro,
lo schiocco del sole in un campo di grano, non siamo, non siamo, non siamo.
Si fa a strisce il cielo e quell'alta pressione è un film di seconda visione,
è l'urlo di sempre che dice pian piano:
non siamo, non siamo, non siamo

[Steel77]

nn ricordo se l'ho già postata

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ujnH4yNqL8E