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23-03-2005, 22:16 | #21 | |
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andiamo sul soft Mistress - Disturbed I stand on the brink of your mind Living inside a nightmare from which I just cannot awaken Stand on the edge of your life Just give me another moment From which I will never awaken Stand on the brink of my own demise Fallen again for another Mistress of burden To idolize Hoping that one of them will decide To let me in |
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Marlene Kuntz - Mondo cattivo
Sì... ma quale gusto se sto perdendo fiducia e stimoli? Sai, è proprio angusto il nostro mondo affollato di equivoci: quanto più pudore tanti piu stronzi che non apprezzeranno mai. Hey, è tetro e ingiusto questo assedio di intenti malevoli, e vaffanculo il giusto alla schiera degli insensibili. Beh, io mi ritiro: è un mondo cattivo in vari modi e ovunque vai. Non voglio vivere, ma sopravvivere: è la mia intensità, son consapevole e so convincermi che è proprio meglio così. Ma a volte gira in me un dubbio labile: "Quale gusto c'è? Ma quale gusto c'è?" e so persuadermi che ha senso chiedersi cose così E forse, magari è vero, mi piacerebbe di più scivolare su tutto. E forse, magari è vero, converrebbe di più essere semplici in tutto. E forse, mi pare chiaro, funzionerebbe di più vivendosi bene tutto. E forse, anzi: sicuro, io so che non riuscirò a fare questo del tutto. Mai. |
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ciao ragazzi!!!!!! ma qua facciamo le cose sul fino!!!!
in qualità di amante-patito-dipendente dalla musica posto anche io una chicca per voi(sempre se posso): the strokes- last nite: Last nite she said, oh baby I feel so down When you turn me off, when I feel left out So I, I turned round Oh baby don't care no more, I know this for sure I'm walking out that door Well I've been in town for about fiteen whole minutes now And baby I feel so down And I don't know why I'e been walking for miles People they don't understand Your girlfriends they can't understand Your grandsons they won't understand On top of this I ain't ever going to understand Last nite she said, oh baby don't feel so down When you turn me off, when I feel left out So I, I turned round Oh baby going to be alright, it was a great big lie Cause I left that night yeah People they don't understand Your girlfriends they don't understand In spaceships they can't understand And me I ain't ever going to understand Last nite she said, oh baby don't feel so down Well she turn me off, when I feel left out So I, I turned round Oh little girl I don't care no more, I know this for sure I'm walking out that door yeah
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Dimmu Borgir - Grotesquery Conceiled (Within Measureless Magic)
"In the shadows of my gallow I'd rather absent the hallow..." (For) Thy presence made pleasure of pain (and) Thy madness turned sanity into vain Profoundly wicked owner of souls The mysteries of Thy creation beheld by ghouls Diabolically disguised heavenly bodies (and its) atrociously desired primordial elements Plunging through the confused heart of sulphur In all this darkness, how can man see "Pour misguided fool ... It is not God you are talking to I am not impostrous, hiding behind pearly walls However, I am still yet to be found, known I shall guide you on your midnight-ride as the sun fades black (and) beyond your grotesque imagination my name will be revealed... The blod of Christ can't heal your wounds Give me all of yours, and I'll give you mine..." I am the hidden fantasy In the secret of my knowledge There is no God but me In this shadowy world all are nameless Outstanding, dresssed in majestic splendour Touched by the flames of eternal fire How I long for your embrace, uttermost desire |
24-03-2005, 14:50 | #27 |
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poichè oggi è stata una giornata particolare:
CCCP - MI AMI? Un'erezione un'erezione triste per un coito molesto per un coito modesto per un coito molesto spermi spermi indifferenti per ingoi indigesti io attendo allucinato la situazione estrema un grande sogno nitido chiedendo alla tua pelle con dita di barbiere una amorosa quite sfiorarti come a caso con aria imbarazzata atmosfera pesante elogio alla tensione tranquillità assoluta un rapimento una estasi su un punto delicato questa non è una replica facile e leggera non è una mossa tattica miiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiaaamiiiiiiiiiiiii? MIIIIIIIIIIAAAAAAMIIIIIIII MiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiAaaMiiiiiiiiiiiii l'affinità è elettiva orfana di futuro disturba i progetti rapisce la quiete svela i conti in sospeso accarezzati in sogno in un tempo spezzato che gira rigira torna all'inizio non vuole finire, mi ami? miiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiaaamiiiiiiiiiiiii MiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiAaaMiiiiiiiiiiiii smettila di parlare avvicinati smettila di parlare avvicinati un po'
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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 |
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Pantera - (Fucking) Hostile
Almost every day I see the same face On broken picture tube It fits the attitude If you could see yourself You put you on a shelf Your verbal masturbate Promise to nauseate Today I’ll play the part of non-parent Not make a hundred rules For you to know about yourself Not lie and make you believe What’s evil is making love And making friends And meeting God you’re own way The right way (chorus) to see To bleed Cannot be taught In turn You’re making us Fucking hostile We stand alone The truth in right and wrong The boundaries of the law You seem to miss the point Arresting for a joint? You seem to wonder why Hundreds of people die You’re writing tickets man My mom got jumped -- they ran! Now I’ll play a public servant To serve and protect By the law and the state I’d bust the punks That rape steal and murder And leave you be If you crossed me I’d shake your hand like a man Not a god (chorus) Come meet your maker, boy Some things you can’t enjoy Because of heaven/hell A fucking wives’ tale They put it in your head Then put you in your bed He’s watching say your prayers Cause God is everywhere Now I’ll play a man learning priesthood Who’s about to take the ultimate test in life I’d question things because I am human And call no one my father who’s no closer that a stranger I won’t listen (chorus) FFFFFFAAAAAKINNNNN OSTAAAAAAAAAAAAIILLL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Cruachan - Susie Moran
Life for you it was not easy, And at times was so unfair. In a time when works was scarce, Many burdens were yours to bear. You bore the brunt of grief, When Patrick left the earth. Such a tragedy to happen, To a child 4 months since birth. When Husband Jack did lay, Fore years in a hospital bed, You were by his side relentlessly, To help him through this dread. You had no time for science, Technology was not your friend. You lived your life in black and white, Until the very end. You've gone now to that other place, Your work on earth is done. Jack is waiting there for you, In his arms he holds your son. We know it may be long, Before we hear your voice again. You will always be remembered, Never forgotten - Susie Moran.
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Genesis - Time Table
...A carved oak table, Tells a tale Of times when kings and queens sipped wine from goblets gold, And the brave would lead their ladies from out of the room to arbours cool. A time of valour, and legends born A time when honour meant much more to a man than life And the days knew only strife to tell right from wrong Through lance and sword. Why, why can we never be sure till we die Or have killed for an answer, Why, why do we suffer each race to believe That no race has been grander It seems because through time and space Though names may change each face retains the mask it wore. A dusty table Musty smells Tarnished silver lies discarded upon the floor Only feeble light descends through a film of grey That scars the panes. Gone the carving, And those who left their mark, Gone the kings and queens now only the rats hold sway And the weak must die according to nature's law As old as they. Why, why can we never be sure till we die Or have killed for an answer, Why, why do we suffer each race to believe That no race has been grander It seems because through time and space Though names may change each face retains the mask it wore.... |
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24-03-2005, 21:44 | #35 |
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This romeo is bleeding
But you can't see his blood It's nothing but some feelings That this old dog kicked up It's been raining since you left me Now I'm drowning in the flood You see I've always been a fighter But without you I give up Now I can't sing a love song Like the way it's meant to be Well, I guess I'm not that good anymore But baby, that's just me And I will love you, baby - Always And I'll be there forever and a day - Always I'll be there till the stars don't shine Till the heavens burst and The words don't rhyme And I know when I die, you'll be on my mind And I'll love you - Always Now your pictures that you left behind Are just memories of a different life Some that made us laugh, some that made us cry One that made you have to say goodbye What I'd give to run my fingers through your hair To touch your lips, to hold you near When you say your prayers try to understand I've made mistakes, I'm just a man When he holds you close, when he pulls you near When he says the words you've been needing to hear I'll wish I was him 'cause those words are mine To say to you till the end of time Yeah, I will love you baby - Always And I'll be there forever and a day - Always If you told me to cry for you I could If you told me to die for you I would Take a look at my face There's no price I won't pay To say these words to you Well, there ain't no luck In these loaded dice But baby if you give me just one more try We can pack up our old dreams And our old lives We'll find a place where the sun still shines And I will love you, baby - Always And I'll be there forever and a day - Always I'll be there till the stars don't shine Till the heavens burst and The words don't rhyme And I know when I die, you'll be on my mind And I'll love you - Always -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Questo romeo sta sanguinando,ma non puoi vedere il suo sangue Niente,solo alcune sensazioni che questo vecchio cane sta sollevando Sta piovendo da quando mi hai lasciato,ora sto affogando nel diluvio Lo vedi sono sempre stato un combattente,ma senza te,io ci rinuncio Non posso cantare una canzone d’amore nel modo in cui dovrebbe essere Bene,suppongo di non essere piu così bravo Ma piccola,Io sono così E ti amerò piccola,sempre E sarò lì,per sempre e un giorno,sempre E sarò li fino a quando le stelle non brilleranno più Fino a quando il cielo scoppierà e le parole non faranno rima so che quando morirò,sarai nella mia mente e ti amo.Sempre ora le tue foto che hai lasciato sono solo ricordi di una vita diversa alcune ci hanno fatto ridere,altre piangere una che facesti tu per dire addio cosa darei per passare le mie dita tra I tuoi capelli toccare le tue labbra,sentirti vicina quando dici le tue preghiere,cerca di capire ho fatto degli sbagli,sono solo un uomo quando lui ti tiene vicina,e ti tira vicino a lui quando lui dice le parole che tu hai bisogno di sentire vorrei essere lui,vorrei che quelle parole fossero le mie vorrei dirtele fino alla fine e ti amerò piccola,sempre e sarò lì,per sempre e un giorno,sempre se mi chiedessi di piangere per te,lo farei se mi chiedessi di morire per te,lo farei dai uno sguardo al mio viso,non c’è prezzo che non pagherei per dirti queste parole bene,non c’e fortuna in questi dadi truccati ma piccola se mi dai solo un’altra possibilità possiamo impacchettare I nostri vecchi sogni e le nostre vecchie vite troveremo un posto dove il sole splende ancora si e ti amerò piccola,sempre e sarò li,per sempre e un giorno,sempre sarò lì fino a quando le stelle non brilleranno più fino a quando il cielo scoppierà e le parole non faranno più rima so che quando morirò,tu sarai nella mia mente E Ti amo,sempre Sempre….. |
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Denzel Washington è stato bravissimo nella parte di Rubin *_* E la canzone è meravigliosa.. Per non uscire del tutto dal tema del topic: Urge Overkill - Girl, you'll be a woman soon Girl, you'll be a woman... soon I love you so much, can't count all the ways I've died for you girl and all they can say is "He's not your kind" They never get tired of putting me down And I'll never know when I come around What I'm gonna find Don't let them make up your mind. Don't you know... Girl, you'll be a woman soon, Please, come take my hand Girl, you'll be a woman soon, Soon, you'll need a man I've been misunderstood for all of my life But what they're saying girl it cuts like a knife "The boy's no good" Well I've finally found what I'm a looking for But if they get their chance they'll end it for sure Surely would Baby I've done all I could Now it's up to you... Girl, you'll be a woman soon, Please, come take my hand Girl, you'll be a woman soon, Soon, you'll need a man Girl, you'll be a woman soon, Please, come take my hand Girl, you'll be a woman soon, Soon but soon, you'll need a man
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Dusty Springfield - Son of a Preacher Man
Billy-Ray was a Preacher's son, And when his daddy would visit he'd come along, When they gathered round and started talking, That's when Billy would take me walking, Through the back yard we'd go walking, Then he'd look into my eyes, Lord knows to my suprise: The only one who could ever reach me, Was the son of a preacher man, The only boy who could ever teach me, Was the son of a preacher man, Yes he was, he was, oh yes he was. Being good isn't always easy, No matter how hard I tried, When he started sweet talking to me, he'd come tell me everything is alright, he'd kiss and tell me everything is alright, Can I get away again tonight?. The only one who could ever reach me, Was the son of a preacher man, The only boy who could ever teach me, Was the son of a preacher man, Yes he was, he was, oh yes he was. How well I remember, The look that was in his eyes, Stealing kisses from me on the sly, Taking time to make time, Telling me that he's all mine, Learning from each others knowing, Looking to see how much we'd grown. The only one who could ever reach me, Was the son of a preacher man, The only boy who could ever teach me, Was the son of a preacher man, Yes he was, he was, oh yes he was. |
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F. guccini - Don Chisciotte
Don Chisciotte Ho letto millanta storie di cavalieri erranti, di imprese e di vittorie dei giusti sui prepotenti per starmene ancora chiuso coi miei libri in questa stanza come un vigliacco ozioso, sordo ad ogni sofferenza. Nel mondo oggi più di ieri domina l'ingiustizia, ma di eroici cavalieri non abbiamo più notizia; proprio per questo, Sancho, c'è bisogno soprattutto d'uno slancio generoso, fosse anche un sogno matto: vammi a prendere la sella, che il mio impegno ardimentoso l'ho promesso alla mia bella, Dulcinea del Toboso, e a te Sancho io prometto che guadagnerai un castello, ma un rifiuto non l'accetto, forza sellami il cavallo ! Tu sarai il mio scudiero, la mia ombra confortante e con questo cuore puro, col mio scudo e Ronzinante, colpirò con la mia lancia l'ingiustizia giorno e notte, com'è vero nella Mancha che mi chiamo Don Chisciotte... Sancho Panza Questo folle non sta bene, ha bisogno di un dottore, contraddirlo non conviene, non è mai di buon umore... E' la più triste figura che sia apparsa sulla Terra, cavalier senza paura di una solitaria guerra cominciata per amore di una donna conosciuta dentro a una locanda a ore dove fa la prostituta, ma credendo di aver visto una vera principessa, lui ha voluto ad ogni costo farle quella sua promessa. E così da giorni abbiamo solo calci nel sedere, non sappiamo dove siamo, senza pane e senza bere e questo pazzo scatenato che è il più ingenuo dei bambini proprio ieri si è stroncato fra le pale dei mulini... E' un testardo, un idealista, troppi sogni ha nel cervello: io che sono più realista mi accontento di un castello. Mi farà Governatore e avrò terre in abbondanza, quant'è vero che anch'io ho un cuore e che mi chiamo Sancho Panza... Don Chisciotte Salta in piedi, Sancho, è tardi, non vorrai dormire ancora, solo i cinici e i codardi non si svegliano all'aurora: per i primi è indifferenza e disprezzo dei valori e per gli altri è riluttanza nei confronti dei doveri ! L'ingiustizia non è il solo male che divora il mondo, anche l'anima dell'uomo ha toccato spesso il fondo, ma dobbiamo fare presto perché più che il tempo passa il nemico si fa d'ombra e s'ingarbuglia la matassa... Sancho Panza A proposito di questo farsi d'ombra delle cose, l'altro giorno quando ha visto quelle pecore indifese le ha attaccate come fossero un esercito di Mori, ma che alla fine ci mordessero oltre i cani anche i pastori era chiaro come il giorno, non è vero, mio Signore ? Io sarò un codardo e dormo, ma non sono un traditore, credo solo in quel che vedo e la realtà per me rimane il solo metro che possiedo, com'è vero... che ora ho fame ! Don Chisciotte Sancho ascoltami, ti prego, sono stato anch'io un realista, ma ormai oggi me ne frego e, anche se ho una buona vista, l'apparenza delle cose come vedi non m'inganna, preferisco le sorprese di quest'anima tiranna che trasforma coi suoi trucchi la realtà che hai lì davanti, ma ti apre nuovi occhi e ti accende i sentimenti. Prima d'oggi mi annoiavo e volevo anche morire, ma ora sono un uomo nuovo che non teme di soffrire... Sancho Panza Mio Signore, io purtoppo sono un povero ignorante e del suo discorso astratto ci ho capito poco o niente, ma anche ammesso che il coraggio mi cancelli la pigrizia, riusciremo noi da soli a riportare la giustizia ? In un mondo dove il male è di casa e ha vinto sempre, dove regna il "capitale", oggi più spietatamente, riuscirà con questo brocco e questo inutile scudiero al "potere" dare scacco e salvare il mondo intero ? Don Chisciotte Mi vuoi dire, caro Sancho, che dovrei tirarmi indietro perchè il "male" ed il "potere" hanno un aspetto così tetro ? Dovrei anche rinunciare ad un po' di dignità, farmi umile e accettare che sia questa la realtà ? Insieme Il "potere" è l'immondizia della storia degli umani e, anche se siamo soltanto due romantici rottami, sputeremo il cuore in faccia all'ingiustizia giorno e notte: siamo i "Grandi della Mancha", Sancho Panza... e Don Chisciotte !
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Reverend, reverend
Is this some conspiracy Crucified for no sins An image beneath me Lost within my plans for life It all seems so unreal I'm a man couldn't half feel this world Left in my misery The reverend he turned to me Without a tear in his eyes It's nothing new for him to see I didn't ask him why I will remember The love our souls had Sworn to make Now I watch the falling rain All my mind can see Now is your (face) Well I guess You took my youth I gave it all away Like the birth of a New-found joy This love would end in rage And when she died I couldn't cry The pride within my soul You left me incomplete All alone as the Memories now unfold. Believe the word I will unlock my door And pass the Cemetery gates Sometimes when I'm alone I wonder aloud If you're watching over me Some place far abound I must reverse my life I can't live in the past Then set my soul free Belong to me at last Through all those Complex years I thought I was alone I didn't care to look around And make this world my own And when she died I should've cried and spared myself some pain You left me incomplete All alone as the memories still remain The way we were The chance to save my soul And my concern is now in vain Believe the word I will unlock my door And pass the cemetery gates The way we were The chance to save my soul And my concern is now in vain Believe the word I will unlock my door And pass the cemetery gates Gates Gates Ultima modifica di Ja]{|e : 25-03-2005 alle 22:34. |
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