Ramones - I Don't Want To Grow Up
http://it.youtube.com/watch?v=6XJZM0k7Q ... re=related
When I'm lyin' in my bed at night
I don't wanna grow up
Nothing ever seems to turn out right
I don't wanna grow up
How do you move in a world of fog that's
always changing things
Makes wish that I could be a dog
When I see the price that you pay
I don't wanna grow up
I don't ever want to be that way
I don't wanna grow up
Seems that folks turn into things
that they never want
The only thing to live for is today...
I'm gonna put a hole in my T.V. set
I don't wanna grow up
Open up the medicine chest
I don't wanna grow up
I don't wanna have to shout it out
I don't want my hair to fall out
I don't wanna be filled with doubt
I don't wanna be a good boy scout
I don't wanna have to learn to count
I don't wanna have the biggest amount
I don't wanna grow up
Well when I see my parents fight
I don't wanna grow up
They all go out and drinkin all night
I don't wanna grow up
I'd rather stay here in my room
Nothin' out there but sad and gloom
I don't wanna live in a big old tomb on grand street
When I see the 5 oclock news
I don't wanna grow up
Comb their hair and shine their shoes
I don't wanna grow up
Stay around in my old hometown
I don't wanna put no money down
I don't wanna get a big old loan
Work them fingers to the bone
I don't wanna float on a broom
Fall in love, get married then boom
How the hell did it get here so soon
I don't wanna grow up
[O.T.] Testi delle vostre canzoni preferite!
Moderatori: Super Zeta, AlexSmith, Pim, Moderatore1
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breglia
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ENRICO RUGGERI - RIEN NE VA PLUS
Canzone bellissima, con il colpo d'ala della frase 'non credo a cio che in Francia chiamano coup de foudre, l'amore occupa i capillari molto lento, mediando la ragione con un nuovo sentimento'.
Rien ne va plus
e salta la pallina in mezzo a quella grande ruota,
un solo punto verde tra il rosso e il nero,
l'incognita apparente di uno zero.
Rien ne va plus
Rien ne va plus
Rien ne va plus
Rien ne va plus
Non credo a ció che in Francia chiamano 'coup de foudre':
l'amore occupa i capillari molto lento
mediando la ragione con un nuovo sentimento.
Peró...
cambiano le donne insieme alle stagioni
e allevano bambini che inseguono aquiloni;
e il musicista ancora le rincorre con nuove canzoni.
E poi...
diventano madri quelle signorine,
purchè ci sia un uomo che le veda ragazzine;
quell'uomo non le faccia invecchiare, le lasci cantare.
Poi...
Rien ne va plus
Rien ne va plus
Rien ne va plus
Rien ne va plus
Potremmo sbilanciarci e dire 'pour toujours',
ma attenti a non sbagliare qualche accento,
attenti a non lasciarci spettinare dal vento.
Qualcuno poi sutura le ferite,
c'è qualcuno da fuori che ci aspetta alle uscite,
come il giocatore sconfitto che si allena per nuove partite.
La portinaia che ci dice 'buongiorno'
e il girone di andata fa posto al ritorno;
sta decollando un satellite e gravita attorno.
Pour toujours
Pour toujours
Ah, pour toujours.
Qualcuno poi sutura le ferite,
c'è qualcuno da fuori che ci aspetta alle uscite,
come il giocatore sconfitto che si allena per nuove partite.
Stanno dicendo 'buongiorno'
e il girone di andata fa posto al ritorno;
sta decollando un satellite e gravita attorno.
Pour toujours,
pour toujours,
ah, pour toujours
http://it.youtube.com/watch?v=JCTQS5VVbXU
Canzone bellissima, con il colpo d'ala della frase 'non credo a cio che in Francia chiamano coup de foudre, l'amore occupa i capillari molto lento, mediando la ragione con un nuovo sentimento'.
Rien ne va plus
e salta la pallina in mezzo a quella grande ruota,
un solo punto verde tra il rosso e il nero,
l'incognita apparente di uno zero.
Rien ne va plus
Rien ne va plus
Rien ne va plus
Rien ne va plus
Non credo a ció che in Francia chiamano 'coup de foudre':
l'amore occupa i capillari molto lento
mediando la ragione con un nuovo sentimento.
Peró...
cambiano le donne insieme alle stagioni
e allevano bambini che inseguono aquiloni;
e il musicista ancora le rincorre con nuove canzoni.
E poi...
diventano madri quelle signorine,
purchè ci sia un uomo che le veda ragazzine;
quell'uomo non le faccia invecchiare, le lasci cantare.
Poi...
Rien ne va plus
Rien ne va plus
Rien ne va plus
Rien ne va plus
Potremmo sbilanciarci e dire 'pour toujours',
ma attenti a non sbagliare qualche accento,
attenti a non lasciarci spettinare dal vento.
Qualcuno poi sutura le ferite,
c'è qualcuno da fuori che ci aspetta alle uscite,
come il giocatore sconfitto che si allena per nuove partite.
La portinaia che ci dice 'buongiorno'
e il girone di andata fa posto al ritorno;
sta decollando un satellite e gravita attorno.
Pour toujours
Pour toujours
Ah, pour toujours.
Qualcuno poi sutura le ferite,
c'è qualcuno da fuori che ci aspetta alle uscite,
come il giocatore sconfitto che si allena per nuove partite.
Stanno dicendo 'buongiorno'
e il girone di andata fa posto al ritorno;
sta decollando un satellite e gravita attorno.
Pour toujours,
pour toujours,
ah, pour toujours
http://it.youtube.com/watch?v=JCTQS5VVbXU
"Ridatemi l'effimero, rivoglio Diana Est" (da 'Generation of love', di Matteo B.Bianchi)
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tiffany rayne
- Storico dell'impulso
- Messaggi: 24091
- Iscritto il: 29/02/2008, 22:25
Lucio Battisti - Il Monolocale
http://it.youtube.com/watch?v=jWcrp6rIOGU
Io tutti i giorni compero il giornale
non solo per il cinema e lo sport
ma anche per cercar monolocale
sia pure senza tutti i confort
perchè voglio portarti in una casa
e dentro a un letto vero insieme a me.
Mi vien da piangere: vendesi
e tot milioni per anticipo
soltanto vendesi, vendesi
mi sembra quasi impossibile.
Io non ti ho detto ancora che mio zio
l'appartamento non lo presta più
lui ha vergogna della portinaia
non posso fargli certo un occhio blu
mi spiace tanto amore senza casa,
mi spiace soprattutto sai per te.
Maledettissimo zio
taccagno, ingrato ed ipocrita
son tutti vendesi, vendesi,
nemmeno un buco per affittasi.
Tu sei gentile ma per me è un'offesa
approfittare ancor di casa tua
dover mandar tua madre a far la spesa
per abbracciarti un po' e sentirti mia.
Vorrei abbracciarti sempre amore caro
restare a lungo solo insieme a te
Mi vien da piangere: vendesi
mi sembra quasi impossibile
purtroppo vendesi, vendesi
un sogno in fondo tanto semplice
Mi vien da piangere: vendesi
mi sembra quasi impossibile
purtroppo vendesi, vendesi
un sogno in fondo tanto semplice
Un mazzo di fiori le tende i colori
un bianco divano io seduto con te
Il sole al mattino a letto vicino
dopo l'amore beviamo un caffè.
Un mazzo di fiori le tende i colori
un bianco divano io seduto con te
Il sole al mattino a letto vicino
dopo l'amore beviamo un caffè
http://it.youtube.com/watch?v=jWcrp6rIOGU
Io tutti i giorni compero il giornale
non solo per il cinema e lo sport
ma anche per cercar monolocale
sia pure senza tutti i confort
perchè voglio portarti in una casa
e dentro a un letto vero insieme a me.
Mi vien da piangere: vendesi
e tot milioni per anticipo
soltanto vendesi, vendesi
mi sembra quasi impossibile.
Io non ti ho detto ancora che mio zio
l'appartamento non lo presta più
lui ha vergogna della portinaia
non posso fargli certo un occhio blu
mi spiace tanto amore senza casa,
mi spiace soprattutto sai per te.
Maledettissimo zio
taccagno, ingrato ed ipocrita
son tutti vendesi, vendesi,
nemmeno un buco per affittasi.
Tu sei gentile ma per me è un'offesa
approfittare ancor di casa tua
dover mandar tua madre a far la spesa
per abbracciarti un po' e sentirti mia.
Vorrei abbracciarti sempre amore caro
restare a lungo solo insieme a te
Mi vien da piangere: vendesi
mi sembra quasi impossibile
purtroppo vendesi, vendesi
un sogno in fondo tanto semplice
Mi vien da piangere: vendesi
mi sembra quasi impossibile
purtroppo vendesi, vendesi
un sogno in fondo tanto semplice
Un mazzo di fiori le tende i colori
un bianco divano io seduto con te
Il sole al mattino a letto vicino
dopo l'amore beviamo un caffè.
Un mazzo di fiori le tende i colori
un bianco divano io seduto con te
Il sole al mattino a letto vicino
dopo l'amore beviamo un caffè
Manu Chao
La Vida Tombola
Si yo fuera Maradona
Viviria como el
Si yo fuera Maradona
Frente a cualquier porteria
Si yo fuera Maradona
Nunca m'equivocaria
Si yo fuera Maradona
Perdido en cualquier lugar
La vida es una tombola
De noche y de dia
La vida es una tombola
Y arriba y arriba (x2)
Si yo fuera Maradona
Viviria como el
Mil cohetes... mil amigos
Y lo que venga a mil por cien
Si yo fuera Maradona
Saldria en mondovision
Para gritarle a la FIFA
Que ellos son el gran ladron
La vida es una tombola
De noche y de dia
La vida es una tombola
Y arriba y arriba
Si yo fuera Maradona
Viviria como el
Porque el mundo es una bola
Que se vive a flor de piel
Si yo fuera Maradona
Frente a cualquier porqueria
Nunca me equivocaria
Si yo fuera Maradona
Y un partido que llamar
Si yo fuera Maradona
Perdido en cualquier lugar
La vida es una tombola
De noche y de dia
La vida es una tombola
Una delle canzoni che più mi commuove.....
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cwUHQOyFtwc
La Vida Tombola
Si yo fuera Maradona
Viviria como el
Si yo fuera Maradona
Frente a cualquier porteria
Si yo fuera Maradona
Nunca m'equivocaria
Si yo fuera Maradona
Perdido en cualquier lugar
La vida es una tombola
De noche y de dia
La vida es una tombola
Y arriba y arriba (x2)
Si yo fuera Maradona
Viviria como el
Mil cohetes... mil amigos
Y lo que venga a mil por cien
Si yo fuera Maradona
Saldria en mondovision
Para gritarle a la FIFA
Que ellos son el gran ladron
La vida es una tombola
De noche y de dia
La vida es una tombola
Y arriba y arriba
Si yo fuera Maradona
Viviria como el
Porque el mundo es una bola
Que se vive a flor de piel
Si yo fuera Maradona
Frente a cualquier porqueria
Nunca me equivocaria
Si yo fuera Maradona
Y un partido que llamar
Si yo fuera Maradona
Perdido en cualquier lugar
La vida es una tombola
De noche y de dia
La vida es una tombola
Una delle canzoni che più mi commuove.....
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cwUHQOyFtwc
Non votate per me. Io sono fuori dal Cerchio Magico.
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lone wolf
- Veterano dell'impulso
- Messaggi: 3931
- Iscritto il: 16/04/2008, 9:08
- Località: dove nacque la Pia
Lucio Battisti - Io vorrei...Non vorrei...Ma se vuoi...
http://it.youtube.com/watch?v=5FO2KD7CD ... re=related
Dove vai quando poi resti sola
il ricordo come sai non consola
Quando lei se ne andó per esempio
Trasformai la mia casa in tempio
E da allora solo oggi non farnetico più
a guarirmi chi fu
ho paura a dirti che sei tu
Ora noi siamo già più vicini
Io vorrei non vorrei ma se vuoi
Come puó uno scoglio
arginare il mare
anche se non voglio
torno già a volare
Le distese azzurre
e le verdi terre
Le discese ardite
e le risalite
su nel cielo aperto
e poi giù il deserto
e poi ancora in alto
con un grande salto
Dove vai quando poi resti sola
senza ali tu lo sai non si vola
Io quel dì mi trovai per esempio
quasi sperso in quel letto così ampio
Stalattiti sul soffitto i miei giorni con lei
io la morte abbracciai
ho paura a dirti che per te
mi svegliai
Oramai fra di noi solo un passo
Io vorrei non vorrei ma se vuoi
Come puó uno scoglio
arginare il mare
anche se non voglio
torno già a volare
Le distese azzurre
e le verdi terre
le discese ardite
e le risalite
su nel cielo aperto
e poi giù il deserto
e poi ancora in alto
con un grande salto
http://it.youtube.com/watch?v=5FO2KD7CD ... re=related
Dove vai quando poi resti sola
il ricordo come sai non consola
Quando lei se ne andó per esempio
Trasformai la mia casa in tempio
E da allora solo oggi non farnetico più
a guarirmi chi fu
ho paura a dirti che sei tu
Ora noi siamo già più vicini
Io vorrei non vorrei ma se vuoi
Come puó uno scoglio
arginare il mare
anche se non voglio
torno già a volare
Le distese azzurre
e le verdi terre
Le discese ardite
e le risalite
su nel cielo aperto
e poi giù il deserto
e poi ancora in alto
con un grande salto
Dove vai quando poi resti sola
senza ali tu lo sai non si vola
Io quel dì mi trovai per esempio
quasi sperso in quel letto così ampio
Stalattiti sul soffitto i miei giorni con lei
io la morte abbracciai
ho paura a dirti che per te
mi svegliai
Oramai fra di noi solo un passo
Io vorrei non vorrei ma se vuoi
Come puó uno scoglio
arginare il mare
anche se non voglio
torno già a volare
Le distese azzurre
e le verdi terre
le discese ardite
e le risalite
su nel cielo aperto
e poi giù il deserto
e poi ancora in alto
con un grande salto
"Dentro un grande uomo c'è sempre un bambino che vuole giocare"
"Non darmi del Voi prima di tutto. Quando parli con un interlocutore rivolgiti a lui e non generalizzare" (Il Fede)
"Non darmi del Voi prima di tutto. Quando parli con un interlocutore rivolgiti a lui e non generalizzare" (Il Fede)
The Velvet Underground - "The Murder Mystery"
Left Voice (Morrison, Tucker)
candy screen wrappers of silkscreen fantastic, requiring memories, both lovely and guiltfree, lurid and lovely with twilight of ages, luscious and lovely and filthy with laghter, laconic giggles, ennui fort the passions, in order to justify most spurious desires, rectify moments, most serious and urgent, to hail upon the face of most odious time, requiring replies most facile and vacuous, with words nearly singed, with the heartbeat of passions, spew forth with the grace of a tart going under, subject of great concern, noble origin
Right Voice (Reed, Yule)
denigrate obtuse and active verbs pronouns, skewer the sieve of optical sewer, release the handle that holds all the gates up, puncture the eyeballls, that seep all the muck up, read all the books and he people worth reading and still see the muck on the sky of the ceiling
Left Voice (Morrison, Tucker)
please raise the flag rosy red carpet envy english used here is messenger is nervous it's no fun at all out here in the hall
Right Voice (Reed, Yule)
mister moonlight succulent smooth and gorgeous. Isn't it nice? We're number One and so forth. Isn't it sweet being unique?
Left Voice (Morrison, Tucker)
for screeching and yelling and various offenses, lower the queen and bend her over the tub, against the state, the country, the committe, hold her head under the water please for an hour, for groveling and spewing and various offenses, puncture the bloat with the wing of a sparrow, the inverse, the obverse, the converse,the reverse, the sharpening wing of the edge of a sparrow, for suitable reckonings too numerous to mention, as the queen is fat she is devoured by rats there is one way to skin a cat or poison a rat it is hetero four hear to three forthirightly stated.
Right Voice (Reed, Yule)
relent and obverse and inverse and perverse and reverse the inverse of perverse and reverse and reverse an reverse and reverse and reverse and chop it and pluck it and cut it and spit it and sew it to joy on the edge of a cyclop and spinet it to rage on the edge of a cylindrical minute.
Left Voice (Morrison, Tucker)
put down that rag simpering, callow and morose who let you in? if I knew, then I could get out the murder you see is a mystery to me
Right Voice (Reed, Yule)
dear Mister Muse fellow of wit and gentry medieval ruse filling the shallow and empty, fools that duel duel in pools.
Left Voice (Morrison, Tucker)
to Rembrandt and Oswald, to peanuts and ketchup, sanctimonious sycophants stir in the bushes, up to the stand with your foot on the bible as king I must order and constantly arouse, if you swear to catch up and throw up and up up, a king full of virgin kiss me and spin it, excuse to willow and wander dark wonders divest me of robes-sutures Harry and pig meat, the fate of a nation, rests hard on your bosoms, the king on his throne, puts his hand down his robe, the torture of inverse and silk screen and Harry, and set the tongue squealing the reverse and inverse
Right Voice (Reed, Yule)
tantalize poets with visions of grandeur, their faces turn blue with the reek of the compost, as the livig try hard to retain what the dead lost, with double dead sickness from writing at what cost and business and business and reverse and reverse and set the brain reeling the inverse and perverse
Left Voice (Morrison, Tucker)
objections suffice apelike and tactile bassoon oboeing me cordon the virus' section off to the left is what is not right
Right Voice (Reed, Yule)
English arcane tantamount here to frenzy passing for me lascivious elder passion corpulent filth disguised as silk
Left Voice (Morrison, Tucker)
contempt, contempt and contempt for the boredom, I shall poison the city and sink it with fire, for Cordless and Harry and Apepig and Scissor, the messenger's wig seems fraught with desire, for blueberry picnics and pince-nez and magpies, the mseenger's skirt, would you plaese hook it higher, for children and adults all thos under ninety, how truly disgusting. Would you please put it down? a stray in this fray is no condom worth saving, as king I'm quite just, but it's just quite impossible, a robe and a robe and a robe and a bat, no double class inverse could make lying worth dying
Right Voice (Reed, Yule)
with cheap simian melodies, hillbilly outgush, for illiterate ramblings for cheap understanding the simple the inverse, the compost, the reverse, the obtuse and stupid, and business, and business, and cheap, stupid lyrics, and simple mass reverse while the real thing is dying
Left Voice (Morrison, Tucker)
accept the pig, enter the Owl and Gorgeous, King on the left, it on the right and primping adjusting his nose as he reads from his scroll
folksy knockwurst peel back the skin of French and what do you find? follicles intertwinning, succulent prose wrapped up in robes
Left Voice (Morrison, Tucker)
off with his head, take his head from his neck off, requiring memories both lovely and guiltfree, put out his eyes, then cut his nose off, sanctimonious sycophants stir in the bushes, scoop out his brain, put a string where his ears were, all the king's horses and all the king's men, swing the whole mess at the end of the wire, scratch out his eyes with the tip of a razor, let the wire extend from the tip of a rose, Caroline, Caroline, Caroline, Oh! but retains the remnants of what once was a nose, pass me my robe, fill my bath up with water
Right Voice (Reed, Yule)
jumpsuit and pig meat and making his fortune, while making them happy with the inverse and obverse and making them happy and making them happy with the coy and the stupid, just another dumb lackey, who puts out one thing, while singing the other, but the real thing's alone and it is no man's brother
Left Voice (Morrison, Tucker)
no one knows no nose is good news and senseless extend the wine drink here toast to selfless ten year old port is perfect in court
Right Voice (Reed, Yule)
safety is nice not an unwise word spoken scary, bad dreams made safe in lovely songs no doom or gloom allowed in this room
Left Voice (Morrison, Tucker)
Casbah and Cascade and Rosehip and Feeling, Cascade and Cyanide, Rachaminoff, Beethoven skull silly wagon and justice and perverse and reverse the inverse and inverse and inverse, blueberry catalog, questionable earnings, hustler's lament and the rest will in due cry, to battle and scramble and browbeat and hurt while chewing on minstrels and choking on dirt, disease please seems the order of the day, please the king, please the king, please the king day, Casbah and Cascade and Rosehip and Feeling, point of order return the king here to the ceiling
Right Voice (Reed, Yule)
oh, not to be whistled or studied or hummed or remembered at nights, when the I is alone, but to skewer and ravage and savage and split with the grace of a diamond, bellicose wit, to stun and to stagger with words as such stone, that those who do hear cannot again return home
Left Voice (Morrison, Tucker)
razzamatazz, there's nothing on my shoulder, lust is a must, shaving my head's made me bolder, will you kindly read what it was I brought thee
Right Voice (Reed, Yule)
hello to Ray, hello to Godiva and Angel, who let you in? isn't it nice the party? aren't the lights pretty at night?
Left Voice (Morrison, Tucker)
sick leaf and sorrow and pincers net-scissors, regard and refrain from the daughters of marriage, regards for the elders and youngest in carriage, regard and regard for the inverse and perverse and obverse, and diverse, of reverse and reverse, regard from the sick, the dumb, and the camel from pump's storing water, like brain is too marrow to x-ray and filthy and cutting and peeling to skin and to skin and to bone and to structure to livid and pallid and turgid and structured and structured and structured and structured and structured and regard and refrain, the sick and the dumb, inverse, reverse and perverse
Right Voice (Reed, Yule)
contempt, contempt, and contempt for the seething for writhing and reeling and two-bit reportage, for sick with the body and sinister holy, the drown burst blue babies now dead on the seashore, the valorous horseman, who hang from the ceiling, the pig on the carpet, the dusty pale jissom, that has no effect for the sick with the see-saw, the inverse, obverse converse, reverse of reverse the diverse and converse of reverse and perverse and sweet pyrotechnics, and let's have another of inverse, converse, diverse, perverse and reverse, hell's graveyard is damned as they chew on their brains, the slick and the scum, reverse, inverse and perverse
Left Voice (Morrison, Tucker)
plowing while it's done away dumb and ready pig meat sick upon the carpet climb into the casket safe within the parapet sack is in the parapet pigs are out and growling slaughter by the seashore see the lifeguard drowning sea is full of fishes fish's full of china china plates are falling all fall down sick and shiny carpet lie before my eyes eyes lead me to the ceiling walk upon the wall wall tender as the green grass drink the whisky horror see the young girls dancing flies upon the beaches beaches are for sailors nuns across the sea-wall black hood horseman raging swordsman eating fire
Right Voice (Reed, Yule)
sick upon the staircase sick upon the staircase blood upon the pillow climb into the parapet see the church bells gleaming knife that scrapes a sick plates of dentures full of air holes the tailor couldn't mend straight shoot her full of air holes climbing up the casket take me to the casket teeth upon her red throat screw me in the daisies rip apart her holler snip the seas fantastic treat her like a sailor full and free and nervous out to make his fortune either this or that way sickly or in good health piss upon a building like a dog in training teach to heel or holler yodel on a sing song down upon the carpet
Left Voice (Morrison, Tucker)
fire on the carpet set the house ablazing seize and bring it flaming gently to the ground ground Dizzy Bell Miss Fortune fat and full of love-juice drip it on the carpet down below the fire hose weep and whisky fortune sail me to the moon, dear drunken dungeon sailors headless Roman horsemen the king and queen are empty their heads are in the outhouse fish upon the water bowl upon the saviour tooothless wigged Laureate plain and full of fancy name upon a letterhead impressing all wheatgerm love you for a nickel ball you for a quarter set the casket flaming do not go gentle blazing
Right Voice (Reed, Yule)
tickle polyester sick within the parapet screwing for a dollar sucking on a fire-hose chewing on a rubber line tied to chairs and rare bits pay another player oh you're such a good lad here's another dollar tie him to the bedpost sick with witches' covens craving for a raw meat bones upon the metal sick upon the circle down upon the carpet down upon the carpet down below the parapet waiting for your bidding pig upon the carpet tumescent railroad neuro-anaesthesia analog ready for a good look drooling at the birches swinging from the birches succulent Nebraska
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ReshXo9AJ_Q
Left Voice (Morrison, Tucker)
candy screen wrappers of silkscreen fantastic, requiring memories, both lovely and guiltfree, lurid and lovely with twilight of ages, luscious and lovely and filthy with laghter, laconic giggles, ennui fort the passions, in order to justify most spurious desires, rectify moments, most serious and urgent, to hail upon the face of most odious time, requiring replies most facile and vacuous, with words nearly singed, with the heartbeat of passions, spew forth with the grace of a tart going under, subject of great concern, noble origin
Right Voice (Reed, Yule)
denigrate obtuse and active verbs pronouns, skewer the sieve of optical sewer, release the handle that holds all the gates up, puncture the eyeballls, that seep all the muck up, read all the books and he people worth reading and still see the muck on the sky of the ceiling
Left Voice (Morrison, Tucker)
please raise the flag rosy red carpet envy english used here is messenger is nervous it's no fun at all out here in the hall
Right Voice (Reed, Yule)
mister moonlight succulent smooth and gorgeous. Isn't it nice? We're number One and so forth. Isn't it sweet being unique?
Left Voice (Morrison, Tucker)
for screeching and yelling and various offenses, lower the queen and bend her over the tub, against the state, the country, the committe, hold her head under the water please for an hour, for groveling and spewing and various offenses, puncture the bloat with the wing of a sparrow, the inverse, the obverse, the converse,the reverse, the sharpening wing of the edge of a sparrow, for suitable reckonings too numerous to mention, as the queen is fat she is devoured by rats there is one way to skin a cat or poison a rat it is hetero four hear to three forthirightly stated.
Right Voice (Reed, Yule)
relent and obverse and inverse and perverse and reverse the inverse of perverse and reverse and reverse an reverse and reverse and reverse and chop it and pluck it and cut it and spit it and sew it to joy on the edge of a cyclop and spinet it to rage on the edge of a cylindrical minute.
Left Voice (Morrison, Tucker)
put down that rag simpering, callow and morose who let you in? if I knew, then I could get out the murder you see is a mystery to me
Right Voice (Reed, Yule)
dear Mister Muse fellow of wit and gentry medieval ruse filling the shallow and empty, fools that duel duel in pools.
Left Voice (Morrison, Tucker)
to Rembrandt and Oswald, to peanuts and ketchup, sanctimonious sycophants stir in the bushes, up to the stand with your foot on the bible as king I must order and constantly arouse, if you swear to catch up and throw up and up up, a king full of virgin kiss me and spin it, excuse to willow and wander dark wonders divest me of robes-sutures Harry and pig meat, the fate of a nation, rests hard on your bosoms, the king on his throne, puts his hand down his robe, the torture of inverse and silk screen and Harry, and set the tongue squealing the reverse and inverse
Right Voice (Reed, Yule)
tantalize poets with visions of grandeur, their faces turn blue with the reek of the compost, as the livig try hard to retain what the dead lost, with double dead sickness from writing at what cost and business and business and reverse and reverse and set the brain reeling the inverse and perverse
Left Voice (Morrison, Tucker)
objections suffice apelike and tactile bassoon oboeing me cordon the virus' section off to the left is what is not right
Right Voice (Reed, Yule)
English arcane tantamount here to frenzy passing for me lascivious elder passion corpulent filth disguised as silk
Left Voice (Morrison, Tucker)
contempt, contempt and contempt for the boredom, I shall poison the city and sink it with fire, for Cordless and Harry and Apepig and Scissor, the messenger's wig seems fraught with desire, for blueberry picnics and pince-nez and magpies, the mseenger's skirt, would you plaese hook it higher, for children and adults all thos under ninety, how truly disgusting. Would you please put it down? a stray in this fray is no condom worth saving, as king I'm quite just, but it's just quite impossible, a robe and a robe and a robe and a bat, no double class inverse could make lying worth dying
Right Voice (Reed, Yule)
with cheap simian melodies, hillbilly outgush, for illiterate ramblings for cheap understanding the simple the inverse, the compost, the reverse, the obtuse and stupid, and business, and business, and cheap, stupid lyrics, and simple mass reverse while the real thing is dying
Left Voice (Morrison, Tucker)
accept the pig, enter the Owl and Gorgeous, King on the left, it on the right and primping adjusting his nose as he reads from his scroll
folksy knockwurst peel back the skin of French and what do you find? follicles intertwinning, succulent prose wrapped up in robes
Left Voice (Morrison, Tucker)
off with his head, take his head from his neck off, requiring memories both lovely and guiltfree, put out his eyes, then cut his nose off, sanctimonious sycophants stir in the bushes, scoop out his brain, put a string where his ears were, all the king's horses and all the king's men, swing the whole mess at the end of the wire, scratch out his eyes with the tip of a razor, let the wire extend from the tip of a rose, Caroline, Caroline, Caroline, Oh! but retains the remnants of what once was a nose, pass me my robe, fill my bath up with water
Right Voice (Reed, Yule)
jumpsuit and pig meat and making his fortune, while making them happy with the inverse and obverse and making them happy and making them happy with the coy and the stupid, just another dumb lackey, who puts out one thing, while singing the other, but the real thing's alone and it is no man's brother
Left Voice (Morrison, Tucker)
no one knows no nose is good news and senseless extend the wine drink here toast to selfless ten year old port is perfect in court
Right Voice (Reed, Yule)
safety is nice not an unwise word spoken scary, bad dreams made safe in lovely songs no doom or gloom allowed in this room
Left Voice (Morrison, Tucker)
Casbah and Cascade and Rosehip and Feeling, Cascade and Cyanide, Rachaminoff, Beethoven skull silly wagon and justice and perverse and reverse the inverse and inverse and inverse, blueberry catalog, questionable earnings, hustler's lament and the rest will in due cry, to battle and scramble and browbeat and hurt while chewing on minstrels and choking on dirt, disease please seems the order of the day, please the king, please the king, please the king day, Casbah and Cascade and Rosehip and Feeling, point of order return the king here to the ceiling
Right Voice (Reed, Yule)
oh, not to be whistled or studied or hummed or remembered at nights, when the I is alone, but to skewer and ravage and savage and split with the grace of a diamond, bellicose wit, to stun and to stagger with words as such stone, that those who do hear cannot again return home
Left Voice (Morrison, Tucker)
razzamatazz, there's nothing on my shoulder, lust is a must, shaving my head's made me bolder, will you kindly read what it was I brought thee
Right Voice (Reed, Yule)
hello to Ray, hello to Godiva and Angel, who let you in? isn't it nice the party? aren't the lights pretty at night?
Left Voice (Morrison, Tucker)
sick leaf and sorrow and pincers net-scissors, regard and refrain from the daughters of marriage, regards for the elders and youngest in carriage, regard and regard for the inverse and perverse and obverse, and diverse, of reverse and reverse, regard from the sick, the dumb, and the camel from pump's storing water, like brain is too marrow to x-ray and filthy and cutting and peeling to skin and to skin and to bone and to structure to livid and pallid and turgid and structured and structured and structured and structured and structured and regard and refrain, the sick and the dumb, inverse, reverse and perverse
Right Voice (Reed, Yule)
contempt, contempt, and contempt for the seething for writhing and reeling and two-bit reportage, for sick with the body and sinister holy, the drown burst blue babies now dead on the seashore, the valorous horseman, who hang from the ceiling, the pig on the carpet, the dusty pale jissom, that has no effect for the sick with the see-saw, the inverse, obverse converse, reverse of reverse the diverse and converse of reverse and perverse and sweet pyrotechnics, and let's have another of inverse, converse, diverse, perverse and reverse, hell's graveyard is damned as they chew on their brains, the slick and the scum, reverse, inverse and perverse
Left Voice (Morrison, Tucker)
plowing while it's done away dumb and ready pig meat sick upon the carpet climb into the casket safe within the parapet sack is in the parapet pigs are out and growling slaughter by the seashore see the lifeguard drowning sea is full of fishes fish's full of china china plates are falling all fall down sick and shiny carpet lie before my eyes eyes lead me to the ceiling walk upon the wall wall tender as the green grass drink the whisky horror see the young girls dancing flies upon the beaches beaches are for sailors nuns across the sea-wall black hood horseman raging swordsman eating fire
Right Voice (Reed, Yule)
sick upon the staircase sick upon the staircase blood upon the pillow climb into the parapet see the church bells gleaming knife that scrapes a sick plates of dentures full of air holes the tailor couldn't mend straight shoot her full of air holes climbing up the casket take me to the casket teeth upon her red throat screw me in the daisies rip apart her holler snip the seas fantastic treat her like a sailor full and free and nervous out to make his fortune either this or that way sickly or in good health piss upon a building like a dog in training teach to heel or holler yodel on a sing song down upon the carpet
Left Voice (Morrison, Tucker)
fire on the carpet set the house ablazing seize and bring it flaming gently to the ground ground Dizzy Bell Miss Fortune fat and full of love-juice drip it on the carpet down below the fire hose weep and whisky fortune sail me to the moon, dear drunken dungeon sailors headless Roman horsemen the king and queen are empty their heads are in the outhouse fish upon the water bowl upon the saviour tooothless wigged Laureate plain and full of fancy name upon a letterhead impressing all wheatgerm love you for a nickel ball you for a quarter set the casket flaming do not go gentle blazing
Right Voice (Reed, Yule)
tickle polyester sick within the parapet screwing for a dollar sucking on a fire-hose chewing on a rubber line tied to chairs and rare bits pay another player oh you're such a good lad here's another dollar tie him to the bedpost sick with witches' covens craving for a raw meat bones upon the metal sick upon the circle down upon the carpet down upon the carpet down below the parapet waiting for your bidding pig upon the carpet tumescent railroad neuro-anaesthesia analog ready for a good look drooling at the birches swinging from the birches succulent Nebraska
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ReshXo9AJ_Q
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lone wolf
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Eurythmics -The Miracle Of Love
http://it.youtube.com/watch?v=Tt5nLKhWD78
How many sorrows
Do you try to hide
In a world of illusion
That's covering your mind?
I'll show you something good
Oh I'll show you something good.
When you open your mind
You'll discover the sign
That there's something
You're longing to find...
The miracle of love
Will take away your pain
When the miracle of love
Comes your way again.
Cruel is the night
That covers up your fears.
Tender is the one
That wipes away your tears.
There must be a bitter breeze
To make you sting so viciously -
They say the greatest coward
Can hurt the most ferociously.
But I'll show you something good.
Oh I'll show you something good.
If you open your heart
You can make a new start
When your crumbling world falls apart.
http://it.youtube.com/watch?v=Tt5nLKhWD78
How many sorrows
Do you try to hide
In a world of illusion
That's covering your mind?
I'll show you something good
Oh I'll show you something good.
When you open your mind
You'll discover the sign
That there's something
You're longing to find...
The miracle of love
Will take away your pain
When the miracle of love
Comes your way again.
Cruel is the night
That covers up your fears.
Tender is the one
That wipes away your tears.
There must be a bitter breeze
To make you sting so viciously -
They say the greatest coward
Can hurt the most ferociously.
But I'll show you something good.
Oh I'll show you something good.
If you open your heart
You can make a new start
When your crumbling world falls apart.
"Dentro un grande uomo c'è sempre un bambino che vuole giocare"
"Non darmi del Voi prima di tutto. Quando parli con un interlocutore rivolgiti a lui e non generalizzare" (Il Fede)
"Non darmi del Voi prima di tutto. Quando parli con un interlocutore rivolgiti a lui e non generalizzare" (Il Fede)
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Antonchik
- Storico dell'impulso
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- Iscritto il: 08/03/2008, 14:32
- Località: Sul mare di nebbia
Un blasfemo - Fabrizio De Andrè http://it.youtube.com/watch?v=Qu3SX1gVX ... re=related
Mai più mi chinai e nemmeno su un fiore,
più non arrossii nel rubare l'amore
dal momento che Inverno mi convinse che Dio
non sarebbe arrossito rubandomi il mio.
Mi arrestarono un giorno per le donne ed il vino,
non avevano leggi per punire un blasfemo,
non mi uccise la morte, ma due guardie bigotte,
mi cercarono l'anima a forza di botte.
Perchè dissi che Dio imbroglió il primo uomo,
lo costrinse a viaggiare una vita da scemo,
nel giardino incantato lo costrinse a sognare,
a ignorare che al mondo c'e' il bene e c'è il male.
Quando vide che l'uomo allungava le dita
a rubargli il mistero di una mela proibita
per paura che ormai non avesse padroni
lo fermó con la morte, inventó le stagioni.
... mi cercarono l'anima a forza di botte...
E se furon due guardie a fermarmi la vita,
è proprio qui sulla terra la mela proibita,
e non Dio, ma qualcuno che per noi l'ha inventato,
ci costringe a sognare in un giardino incantato,
ci costringe a sognare in un giardino incantato
ci costringe a sognare in un giardino incantato.
Mai più mi chinai e nemmeno su un fiore,
più non arrossii nel rubare l'amore
dal momento che Inverno mi convinse che Dio
non sarebbe arrossito rubandomi il mio.
Mi arrestarono un giorno per le donne ed il vino,
non avevano leggi per punire un blasfemo,
non mi uccise la morte, ma due guardie bigotte,
mi cercarono l'anima a forza di botte.
Perchè dissi che Dio imbroglió il primo uomo,
lo costrinse a viaggiare una vita da scemo,
nel giardino incantato lo costrinse a sognare,
a ignorare che al mondo c'e' il bene e c'è il male.
Quando vide che l'uomo allungava le dita
a rubargli il mistero di una mela proibita
per paura che ormai non avesse padroni
lo fermó con la morte, inventó le stagioni.
... mi cercarono l'anima a forza di botte...
E se furon due guardie a fermarmi la vita,
è proprio qui sulla terra la mela proibita,
e non Dio, ma qualcuno che per noi l'ha inventato,
ci costringe a sognare in un giardino incantato,
ci costringe a sognare in un giardino incantato
ci costringe a sognare in un giardino incantato.
Guarda attentamente, poichè ciò che stai per vedere non è più ciò che hai appena visto.
Ho vissuto per molto tempo nell'oscurità perché mi accontentavo di suonare quello che ci si aspettava da me, senza cercare di aggiungerci qualcosa di mio.
Ho vissuto per molto tempo nell'oscurità perché mi accontentavo di suonare quello che ci si aspettava da me, senza cercare di aggiungerci qualcosa di mio.
The Passenger - Iggy Pop and The Stooges
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y4hPnZUMBwA
I am the passenger
And I ride and I ride
I ride through the citys backside
I see the stars come out of the sky
Yeah, theyre bright in a hollow sky
You know it looks so good tonight
I am the passenger
I stay under glass
I look through my window so bright
I see the stars come out tonight
I see the bright and hollow sky
Over the citys a rip in the sky
And everything looks good tonight
Singin la la la la la-la-la la
La la la la la-la-la la
La la la la la-la-la la la-la
Get into the car
Well be the passenger
Well ride through the city tonight
See the citys ripped insides
Well see the bright and hollow sky
Well see the stars that shine so bright
The sky was made for us tonight
Oh the passenger
How how he rides
Oh the passenger
He rides and he rides
He looks through his window
What does he see?
He sees the bright and hollow sky
He see the stars come out tonight
He sees the citys ripped backsides
He sees the winding ocean drive
And everything was made for you and me
All of it was made for you and me
cause it just belongs to you and me
So lets take a ride and see whats mine
Singing...
Oh, the passenger
He rides and he rides
He sees things from under glass
He looks through his windows eye
He sees the things he knows are his
He sees the bright and hollow sky
He sees the city asleep at night
He sees the stars are out tonight
And all of it is yours and mine
And all of it is yours and mine
Oh, lets ride and ride and ride and ride...
Singing...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y4hPnZUMBwA
I am the passenger
And I ride and I ride
I ride through the citys backside
I see the stars come out of the sky
Yeah, theyre bright in a hollow sky
You know it looks so good tonight
I am the passenger
I stay under glass
I look through my window so bright
I see the stars come out tonight
I see the bright and hollow sky
Over the citys a rip in the sky
And everything looks good tonight
Singin la la la la la-la-la la
La la la la la-la-la la
La la la la la-la-la la la-la
Get into the car
Well be the passenger
Well ride through the city tonight
See the citys ripped insides
Well see the bright and hollow sky
Well see the stars that shine so bright
The sky was made for us tonight
Oh the passenger
How how he rides
Oh the passenger
He rides and he rides
He looks through his window
What does he see?
He sees the bright and hollow sky
He see the stars come out tonight
He sees the citys ripped backsides
He sees the winding ocean drive
And everything was made for you and me
All of it was made for you and me
cause it just belongs to you and me
So lets take a ride and see whats mine
Singing...
Oh, the passenger
He rides and he rides
He sees things from under glass
He looks through his windows eye
He sees the things he knows are his
He sees the bright and hollow sky
He sees the city asleep at night
He sees the stars are out tonight
And all of it is yours and mine
And all of it is yours and mine
Oh, lets ride and ride and ride and ride...
Singing...
Nine Inch Nails
"Right Where It Belongs"
See the animal in his cage that you built
Are you sure what side you're on?
Better not look him too closely in the eye
Are you sure what side of the glass you are on?
See the safety of the life you have built
Everything where it belongs
Feel the hollowness inside of your heart
And it's all
Right where it belongs
[Chorus:]
What if everything around you
Isn't quite as it seems?
What if all the world you think you know
Is an elaborate dream?
And if you look at your reflection
Is it all you want it to be?
What if you could look right through the cracks?
Would you find yourself
Find yourself afraid to see?
What if all the world's inside of your head
Just creations of your own?
Your devils and your gods
All the living and the dead
And you're really all alone?
You can live in this illusion
You can choose to believe
You keep looking but you can't find the woods
While you're hiding in the trees
[Chorus:]
What if everything around you
Isn't quite as it seems?
What if all the world you used to know
Is an elaborate dream?
And if you look at your reflection
Is it all you want it to be?
What if you could look right through the cracks
Would you find yourself
Find yourself afraid to see?[/b]
"Right Where It Belongs"
See the animal in his cage that you built
Are you sure what side you're on?
Better not look him too closely in the eye
Are you sure what side of the glass you are on?
See the safety of the life you have built
Everything where it belongs
Feel the hollowness inside of your heart
And it's all
Right where it belongs
[Chorus:]
What if everything around you
Isn't quite as it seems?
What if all the world you think you know
Is an elaborate dream?
And if you look at your reflection
Is it all you want it to be?
What if you could look right through the cracks?
Would you find yourself
Find yourself afraid to see?
What if all the world's inside of your head
Just creations of your own?
Your devils and your gods
All the living and the dead
And you're really all alone?
You can live in this illusion
You can choose to believe
You keep looking but you can't find the woods
While you're hiding in the trees
[Chorus:]
What if everything around you
Isn't quite as it seems?
What if all the world you used to know
Is an elaborate dream?
And if you look at your reflection
Is it all you want it to be?
What if you could look right through the cracks
Would you find yourself
Find yourself afraid to see?[/b]
Gli ultimi 195 metri di una maratona sono la ragione che ti spinge a correre i precedenti 42.000.
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breglia
- Veterano dell'impulso
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- Iscritto il: 22/08/2003, 17:30
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- Contatta:
KURT WEILL - THE BALLAD OF THE SOLDIER'S WIFE
Un classico delle opere di Weill, splendida ed efficaca metafora dell'espansionismo e crollo della Germania nazista. Il link è della versione di PJ Harvey tratta da 'Sepetember songs'.
What was sent to the soldier's wife
From the ancient city of Prague ?
From Prague came a pair of high heeled shoes,
With a kiss or two came the high heeled shoes
From the ancient city of Prague.
What was sent to the soldier's wife
From Oslo over the sound ?
From Oslo he sent her a collar of fur,
How it pleases her, the little collar of fur
From Oslo over the sound.
What was sent to the soldier's wife
From the wealth of Amsterdam ?
From Amsterdam, he got her a hat,
She looked sweet in that,
In her little Dutch hat
From the wealth of Amsterdam.
What was sent to the soldier's wife
From Brussels in Belgian land ?
From Brussels he sent her the laces so rare
To have and to wear,
All those laces so rare
From Brussels in Belgian land.
What was sent to the soldier's wife
From Paris, city of light ?
From Paris he sent her a silken gown,
It was ended in town, that silken gown,
From Paris, city of light.
What was sent to the soldier's wife
From the South, from Bucharest ?
From Bucharest he got her this shirt
Embroidered and pert, that Rumanian shirt
From the South, from Bucharest.
What was sent to the soldier's wife
From the far-off Russian land ?
From Russia he sent her a widow's veil
For her dead to bewail in her widow's veil
From the far-off Russian land,
From the far-off Russian land.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DJmWMoYOSZQ
Un classico delle opere di Weill, splendida ed efficaca metafora dell'espansionismo e crollo della Germania nazista. Il link è della versione di PJ Harvey tratta da 'Sepetember songs'.
What was sent to the soldier's wife
From the ancient city of Prague ?
From Prague came a pair of high heeled shoes,
With a kiss or two came the high heeled shoes
From the ancient city of Prague.
What was sent to the soldier's wife
From Oslo over the sound ?
From Oslo he sent her a collar of fur,
How it pleases her, the little collar of fur
From Oslo over the sound.
What was sent to the soldier's wife
From the wealth of Amsterdam ?
From Amsterdam, he got her a hat,
She looked sweet in that,
In her little Dutch hat
From the wealth of Amsterdam.
What was sent to the soldier's wife
From Brussels in Belgian land ?
From Brussels he sent her the laces so rare
To have and to wear,
All those laces so rare
From Brussels in Belgian land.
What was sent to the soldier's wife
From Paris, city of light ?
From Paris he sent her a silken gown,
It was ended in town, that silken gown,
From Paris, city of light.
What was sent to the soldier's wife
From the South, from Bucharest ?
From Bucharest he got her this shirt
Embroidered and pert, that Rumanian shirt
From the South, from Bucharest.
What was sent to the soldier's wife
From the far-off Russian land ?
From Russia he sent her a widow's veil
For her dead to bewail in her widow's veil
From the far-off Russian land,
From the far-off Russian land.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DJmWMoYOSZQ
"Ridatemi l'effimero, rivoglio Diana Est" (da 'Generation of love', di Matteo B.Bianchi)
CCCP - ANNARELLA
lasciami qui
lasciami stare
lasciami così
non dire
una parola che
non sia d'amore
per me
per la
mia vita che
è tutto quello che ho
e tutto quello che io ho
e non è ancora
finita
è tutto quello che io ho
e non è ancora
finita
finita
finita
http://it.youtube.com/watch?v=Jz3tJFkeC8A
Sulla biografia dei CCCP/CSI Ferretti dice che l'aveva scritta al padre che non ha mai conosciuto e questo è tutto quello che avrebbe voluto dirgli la prima volta che lo avesse visto.
lasciami qui
lasciami stare
lasciami così
non dire
una parola che
non sia d'amore
per me
per la
mia vita che
è tutto quello che ho
e tutto quello che io ho
e non è ancora
finita
è tutto quello che io ho
e non è ancora
finita
finita
finita
http://it.youtube.com/watch?v=Jz3tJFkeC8A
Sulla biografia dei CCCP/CSI Ferretti dice che l'aveva scritta al padre che non ha mai conosciuto e questo è tutto quello che avrebbe voluto dirgli la prima volta che lo avesse visto.
"Grande è la confusione sopra e sotto il cielo...osare l'impossibile..osare perdere..." Giovanni Lindo Ferretti
MANU CHAO - ME LLAMAN CALLE
Me llaman calle,
pisando baldosas,
la revoltosa y tan perdida.
Me llaman calle,
calle de noche,
calle de dàa.
Me llaman calle,
hoy tan cansada,
hoy tan vacàa,
como maquinita
por la gran ciudad.
Me llaman calle,
me subo a tu coche,
me llaman calle de malegràa.
calle dolida,
calle cansada de tanto amar.
Voy calle abajo,
voy calle arriba,
no me rebajo ni por la vida.
Me llaman calle y ese es mi orgullo,
yo sè que un dàa llegarà¡,
yo sè que un dàa vendrà¡ mi suerte,
un dàa me vendrà¡ a buscar
a la salida un hombre bueno
pa to la vida y sin pagar
mi corazà³n no es de alquila.
Me llaman calle,
me llaman calle
calle sufrida,
calle tristeza de tanto amar.
Me llaman calle
calle mà¡s calle.
Me llaman calle
siempre atrevida
me llaman calle
de esquina a esquina.
Me llaman calle
bala perdida
asi me disparà³ la vida.
Me llaman calle
del desengaà±o
calle fracaso, calle perdida.
Me llaman calle
vas sin futuro
Me llaman calle
va sin salida
Me llaman calle
calle mà¡s calle
la que mujeres de la vida
suben pa bajo
bajan pa arriba
como maquinita por la gran ciudad.
Me llaman calle
me llaman calle
calle sufrida
calle tristeza de tanto amar
Me llaman calle
calle mà¡s calle.
Me llaman siempre
y a cualquier hora,
me llaman guapa
siempre a deshora,
me llaman puta
tambièn princesa
me llaman calle sin nobleza.
Me llaman calle
calle sufrida,
calle perdida de tanto amar.
Me llaman calle
me llaman calle
calle sufrida
calle tristeza de tanto amar.
A la Puri, a la Carmen, Carolina, Bibiana, Pereira, Marta, Marga,
Heidi, Marcela, Jenny, Tatiana, Rudy, Mà³nica, Maràa, Maràa
Me llaman calle
me llaman calle
calle sufrida
calle tristeza de tanto amar.
Me llaman calle
me llaman calle
calle sufrida
calle tristeza de tanto amar.
Me llaman calle
me llaman calle
calle sufrida
calle tristeza de tanto amar...
http://it.youtube.com/watch?v=lzZWXUfIy ... re=related
qui il testo tradotto http://angolotesti.leonardo.it/traduzio ... _3113.html
Me llaman calle,
pisando baldosas,
la revoltosa y tan perdida.
Me llaman calle,
calle de noche,
calle de dàa.
Me llaman calle,
hoy tan cansada,
hoy tan vacàa,
como maquinita
por la gran ciudad.
Me llaman calle,
me subo a tu coche,
me llaman calle de malegràa.
calle dolida,
calle cansada de tanto amar.
Voy calle abajo,
voy calle arriba,
no me rebajo ni por la vida.
Me llaman calle y ese es mi orgullo,
yo sè que un dàa llegarà¡,
yo sè que un dàa vendrà¡ mi suerte,
un dàa me vendrà¡ a buscar
a la salida un hombre bueno
pa to la vida y sin pagar
mi corazà³n no es de alquila.
Me llaman calle,
me llaman calle
calle sufrida,
calle tristeza de tanto amar.
Me llaman calle
calle mà¡s calle.
Me llaman calle
siempre atrevida
me llaman calle
de esquina a esquina.
Me llaman calle
bala perdida
asi me disparà³ la vida.
Me llaman calle
del desengaà±o
calle fracaso, calle perdida.
Me llaman calle
vas sin futuro
Me llaman calle
va sin salida
Me llaman calle
calle mà¡s calle
la que mujeres de la vida
suben pa bajo
bajan pa arriba
como maquinita por la gran ciudad.
Me llaman calle
me llaman calle
calle sufrida
calle tristeza de tanto amar
Me llaman calle
calle mà¡s calle.
Me llaman siempre
y a cualquier hora,
me llaman guapa
siempre a deshora,
me llaman puta
tambièn princesa
me llaman calle sin nobleza.
Me llaman calle
calle sufrida,
calle perdida de tanto amar.
Me llaman calle
me llaman calle
calle sufrida
calle tristeza de tanto amar.
A la Puri, a la Carmen, Carolina, Bibiana, Pereira, Marta, Marga,
Heidi, Marcela, Jenny, Tatiana, Rudy, Mà³nica, Maràa, Maràa
Me llaman calle
me llaman calle
calle sufrida
calle tristeza de tanto amar.
Me llaman calle
me llaman calle
calle sufrida
calle tristeza de tanto amar.
Me llaman calle
me llaman calle
calle sufrida
calle tristeza de tanto amar...
http://it.youtube.com/watch?v=lzZWXUfIy ... re=related
qui il testo tradotto http://angolotesti.leonardo.it/traduzio ... _3113.html
"Grande è la confusione sopra e sotto il cielo...osare l'impossibile..osare perdere..." Giovanni Lindo Ferretti
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lone wolf
- Veterano dell'impulso
- Messaggi: 3931
- Iscritto il: 16/04/2008, 9:08
- Località: dove nacque la Pia
Eric Carmen - All By Myself
http://it.youtube.com/watch?v=D3j_fdSpkmE
When I was young.
I never needed anyone.
And making love was just for fun.
Those days are gone.
Livin' alone.
I think of all the friends I've known.
When I dial the telephone.
Nobody's home.
All by myself Don't wanna be.
All by myself anymore.
All by myself Don't wanna live
All by myself anymore.
Hard to be sure.
Sometimes I feel so insecure.
And love so distant and obscure.
Remains the cure.
All by myself Don't wanna be.
All by myself anymore.
All by myself Don't wanna live.
All by myself anymore.
When I was young.
I never needed anyone.
And making love was just for fun.
Those days are gone.
All by myself. Don't wanna be
All by myself anymore.
All by myself. Don't wanna live.
All by myself anyone.
All by myself anyone
http://it.youtube.com/watch?v=D3j_fdSpkmE
When I was young.
I never needed anyone.
And making love was just for fun.
Those days are gone.
Livin' alone.
I think of all the friends I've known.
When I dial the telephone.
Nobody's home.
All by myself Don't wanna be.
All by myself anymore.
All by myself Don't wanna live
All by myself anymore.
Hard to be sure.
Sometimes I feel so insecure.
And love so distant and obscure.
Remains the cure.
All by myself Don't wanna be.
All by myself anymore.
All by myself Don't wanna live.
All by myself anymore.
When I was young.
I never needed anyone.
And making love was just for fun.
Those days are gone.
All by myself. Don't wanna be
All by myself anymore.
All by myself. Don't wanna live.
All by myself anyone.
All by myself anyone
"Dentro un grande uomo c'è sempre un bambino che vuole giocare"
"Non darmi del Voi prima di tutto. Quando parli con un interlocutore rivolgiti a lui e non generalizzare" (Il Fede)
"Non darmi del Voi prima di tutto. Quando parli con un interlocutore rivolgiti a lui e non generalizzare" (Il Fede)
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lone wolf
- Veterano dell'impulso
- Messaggi: 3931
- Iscritto il: 16/04/2008, 9:08
- Località: dove nacque la Pia
Un Sergio Caputo d'annata che è sempre un piacere riascoltare...
Sergio Caputo - Un Sabato Italiano
http://it.youtube.com/watch?v=i1SKDlMyDeE
Il fetido cortile ricomincia a miagolare
L'umore quello tipico del sabato invernale
La radio mi pugnala con il festival dei fiori
Un'angelo al citofono mi dice vieni fuori
Giù in strada per fortuna sono ancora tutti vivi
L'oroscopo pronostica sviluppi decisivi
Guidiamo allegramente è quasi l'ora delle streghe
C'è un'aria formidabile le stelle sono accese
E sembra un sabato qualunque un sabato italiano
Il peggio sembra essere passato
La notte è un dirigibile che ci porta via lontano
Così ci avventuriamo nella Roma felliniana
Equilibristi in bilico sul fine settimana
E sulle immagini di sempre nei discorsi e nei pensieri
Dilaga anacronistica la musica di ieri
Malinconia latente nei momenti più felici
Abissi imperscrutabili le donne degli amici
E questa storia imprevedibile d'amore e dinamite
Mi rende tollerabile perfino la gastrite
E in questo sabato qualunque un sabato italiano
Il peggio sembra essere passato
La notte è un dirigibile che ci porta via lontano
...
e adesso navighiamo dentro un sogno planetario
il whisky mi ritorna su, divento letterario
ma perchè non vai dal medico
e che ci vado a fare
non voglio mica smettere di bere e di fumare
E in questo sabato qualunque un sabato italiano
Il peggio sembra essere passato
La notte un dirigibile che ci porta via lontano
E in questo sabato qualunque un sabato italiano
Il peggio sembra essere passato
La notte è la variabile che ci porta via per mano
E questo sabato qualunque un sabato italiano
Il peggio sembra essere passato...
Sergio Caputo - Un Sabato Italiano
http://it.youtube.com/watch?v=i1SKDlMyDeE
Il fetido cortile ricomincia a miagolare
L'umore quello tipico del sabato invernale
La radio mi pugnala con il festival dei fiori
Un'angelo al citofono mi dice vieni fuori
Giù in strada per fortuna sono ancora tutti vivi
L'oroscopo pronostica sviluppi decisivi
Guidiamo allegramente è quasi l'ora delle streghe
C'è un'aria formidabile le stelle sono accese
E sembra un sabato qualunque un sabato italiano
Il peggio sembra essere passato
La notte è un dirigibile che ci porta via lontano
Così ci avventuriamo nella Roma felliniana
Equilibristi in bilico sul fine settimana
E sulle immagini di sempre nei discorsi e nei pensieri
Dilaga anacronistica la musica di ieri
Malinconia latente nei momenti più felici
Abissi imperscrutabili le donne degli amici
E questa storia imprevedibile d'amore e dinamite
Mi rende tollerabile perfino la gastrite
E in questo sabato qualunque un sabato italiano
Il peggio sembra essere passato
La notte è un dirigibile che ci porta via lontano
...
e adesso navighiamo dentro un sogno planetario
il whisky mi ritorna su, divento letterario
ma perchè non vai dal medico
e che ci vado a fare
non voglio mica smettere di bere e di fumare
E in questo sabato qualunque un sabato italiano
Il peggio sembra essere passato
La notte un dirigibile che ci porta via lontano
E in questo sabato qualunque un sabato italiano
Il peggio sembra essere passato
La notte è la variabile che ci porta via per mano
E questo sabato qualunque un sabato italiano
Il peggio sembra essere passato...
"Dentro un grande uomo c'è sempre un bambino che vuole giocare"
"Non darmi del Voi prima di tutto. Quando parli con un interlocutore rivolgiti a lui e non generalizzare" (Il Fede)
"Non darmi del Voi prima di tutto. Quando parli con un interlocutore rivolgiti a lui e non generalizzare" (Il Fede)