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[Dark Side]

Drowning Pool - Bodies (Let the bodies hit the floor)

Let the bodies hit the floor
Let the bodies hit the floor
Let the bodies hit the floor
Let the bodies hit the floor

Beaten, why for?
Can't take much more

One - nothing wrong with me
Two - nothing wrong with me
Three - nothing wrong with me
Four - nothing wrong with me
One - something's got to give
Two - something's got to give
Three - something's got to give

Now let the bodies hit the floor

Push me again
This is the end

One - nothing wrong with me
Two - nothing wrong with me
Three - nothing wrong with me
Four - nothing wrong with me
One - something's got to give
Two - something's got to give
Three - something's got to give

Now let the bodies hit the floor

Skin against skin
Blood and bone
You're all by yourself but
You're not alone
You wanted in
and now youre here
Driven by hate
Consumed by fear

Let the bodies hit the floor

One - nothing wrong with me
Two - nothing wrong with me
Three - nothing wrong with me
Four - nothing wrong with me
One - something's got to give
Two - something's got to give
Three - something's got to give

Let the bodies hit the floor

[marlaandtyler]

Einstà¼rzende Neubauten - Die Befindlichkeit Des Landes

àœber dem Narbengelà¤nde
das langsam verschwindet
so nur Phantomschmerz bleibt
Es dringt kaum hà¶rbar ein fieses Lachen
aus der roten Info-Box
und in den Grà¤bern wird leise rotiert

Alles nur kà¼nftige Ruinen
Material fà¼r die nà¤chste Schicht

Mela, Mela, Mela, Mela, Melancholia
Melancholia, mon cher
Mela, Mela, Mela, Mela, Melancholia
schwebt à¼ber der neuen Stadt
und à¼ber dem Land

àœber den Schaltzentralen
àœber dem Stoppelfeld aus Beton
àœber den heimlichen Bunkeranlagen
die nicht wegzukriegen sind
Marlene go home!
auch à¼ber dem Marlene-Dietrich-Platz

die neuen Tempel haben schon Risse
kà¼nftige Ruinen
einst wà¤chst Gras auch à¼ber diese Stadt
à¼ber ihrer letzten Schicht

Mela, Mela, Mela, Mela, Melancholia
Melancholia, mon cher
Mela, Mela, Mela, Mela, Melancholia
schwebt à¼ber der neuen Stadt
und à¼ber dem Land

Im zerschnittenen Himmel
von den Jets zur àœbung zerflogen
hà¤ngt sie mit ausgebreiteten Schwingen
ohne Schlaf, und starren Blicks
in Richtung Trà¼mmer
hinter ihr die Zukunft aufgetà¼rmt
steigt sie langsam immer hà¶her
à¼bersieht letztendlich das ganze Land
Was ist die Befindlichkeit des Landes?
Was ist die Befindlichkeit des Landes?
Was ist die Befindlichkeit des Landes?
Was ist die Befindlichkeit des Landes?

[marlaandtyler]

Viuleeeenza! Anche il testo di "Kill the police" non è malvagio.... o lo è? Boh?

Non male....ma che ne dici dell'immortale "Bite It You Scum" sempre del nostro GG:

Well you want me to kiss your ass
Well bend over, buddy, here comes my foot
I don't need your cry ass shit
Temper's rising, take a fit

Bite it you scum
Bite it you scum
Bite it you scum - Here I come
Bite it you scum

Well you want me to contribute
All I got is blood for you
All you want is more and more
Gluttony, you pig you whore

Bite it you scum - Here I come
Bite it you scum - I want your cum
Bite it you scum - Um, yum
Bite it you scum

One day when your end is near
I'll be laughing at your fear
When you're gone there'll be no one
Who'll be fucking up my fun - No one

Bite it you scum
Bite it you scum - Here I come
Bite it you scum - I'm never gonna run
Bite it you scum

Bite it you scum
Bite it you scum
Bite it you scum - Here I come
Bite it you scum
Bite it you scum
Bite it, bite it, bite it, bite it
Bite it, bite it, bite it, bite it
Bite it, bite it, bite it you fucking scum
Bite it you scum fucking sucking whore

[tiffany rayne]

Police on my back - The Clash

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

Well I'm running police on my back
I've been hiding police on my back
There was a shooting police on my back
And the victim well he wont come back

What have I done?

I been running monday tuesday wednesday
Thursday friday saturday sunday runnin
monday tuesday wednesday thursday friday
Saturday sunday

Yes, I'm running down the railway track
Could you help me? Police on my back
They will catch me if I dare drop back
Wont you give me all the speed I la

[marlaandtyler]

Dead Kennedys - Terminal Preppie

"Terminal Preppie"

I go to college
That makes me so cool
I live in a dorm
And show off by the pool

I join the right clubs
Just to build an impression
I block out thinking
It won't get me ahead

My ambition in life
Is to look good on paper
All I want is a slot
In some big corporation

John Belushi's my hero
I lampoon and I ape him
My news of the world
Comes from Sports Illustrated

I'm proud of my trophies
Like my empty beer cans
Stacked in rows up the wall
To impress all my friends

No, I'm not here to learn
I just want to get drunk
And major in business
And be taught how to fuck

Win! Win!
I always play to win
Wanna fit in like a cog
In the faceless machine

[Chorus]
I'm a terminal terminal terminal preppie
terminal terminal terminal preppie
terminal terminal terminal terminal
terminal terminal terminal terminal

I want a wife with tits
Who just smiles all the time
In my centerfold world
Filled with Springsteen and wine

Some day I'll have power
Some day I'll have boats
A tract in some suburb
With Thanksgivings to host

[Chorus]
I'm a terminal terminal terminal preppie
terminal terminal terminal preppie
terminal terminal terminal preppie

[bigtitslover]

[b:86a4a63640]Palazzo Madama - Pompa Magna[/b:86a4a63640]

Uccidere la noia che sta ammazzando il tempo
Sparare puttanate per ore senza senso
Gettarsi con l'elastico dal ponte sul canale
Lo sai che le cinesi ce l'hanno orizzontale?
Spaccarsi con gli amici il fine settimana
Il caffè alla mattina dopo una notte "sana"
Le sbronze di Martini da non capire un cazzo
L'Inno nazionale: un mitico ruttazzo!

Pompa magna! Pompa magna! Pompa magna! Pompa magna!!!

Pisciare tutti insieme sul margine del fiume
Raccontare a tutti della ninfomane
Parlare della merda mentre si sta mangiando
Giurare d'aver letto... Adorno, Adorno!
Farsi il puttan tour alle quattro di notte
Stilare la classifica delle migliori tette
Spargere la voce: ce l'ho come papà ,
è un palo telegrafico, ma fili non ne ha!

Pompa magna! Pompa magna! Pompa magna! Pompa magna!!!

Devi mordere, devi mordere, devi mordere, eh!
Devi mordere, devi mordere, devi mordere, eh!

Vedere un bel pornazzo fumandosi una canna
La tecno nelle orecchie come ninna-nanna
Guardare le ragazze che leccano i gelati
Pensare a posizioni ancora mai inventate
Finire con un Risiko e una birra una serata
Contare i giorni vuoti dall'ultima scopata
Sentire dire in giro: non c'è un ideale,
vivere la vita godendo di godere!

Pompa magna! Pompa magna! Pompa magna! Pompa magna!!!

Devi mordere, devi mordere, devi mordere, eh!
Devi mordere, devi mordere, devi mordere, eh!

Dimmi che assaggerai
Dimmi che tutto assaporerai

Pompa magna! Pompa magna! Pompa magna! Pompa magna!!!

Devi mordere, devi mordere, devi mordere, eh!
Devi mordere, devi mordere, devi mordere, eh!

[Dark Side]

The Trammps - Disco Inferno

Burn baby burn! Burn baby burn! Burn baby burn! Burn baby burn!
Burnin'!

To mass fires, yes! One hundred stories high
People gettin' loose yall gettin' down on the roof - Do you hear?
(the folks are flaming) Folks were screamin' - out of control
It was so entertainin' - when the boogie started to explode
I heard somebody say

Burn baby burn! - Disco inferno!
Burn baby burn! - Burn that mama down
Burn baby burn! - Disco inferno!
Burn baby burn! - Burn that mama down
Burnin'!

Satisfaction (uhu hu hu) came in the chain reaction
(burnin') I couldn't get enough, (till I had to self-destroy) so I had to
self destruct, (uhu hu hu)
The heat was on (burnin), rising to the top, huh!
Everybody's goin' strong (uhu hu hu)
And that is when my spark got hot
I heard somebody say

Burn baby burn! - Disco inferno!
Burn baby burn! - Burn that mama down, yoh!
Burn baby burn! - Disco inferno!
Burn baby burn! - Burn that mama down
Burnin'!

Up above my head I hear music in the air - I hear music!
That makes me know there's (somebody) a promise somewhere

Satisfaction came in a chain reaction - Do you hear?
I couldn't get enough, so I had to self destruct,
The heat was on, rising to the top
Everybody's goin' strong
That is when my spark got hot
I heard somebody say

Burn baby burn! - Disco inferno! (Aah yeah!)
Burn baby burn! - Burn that mama down
Burn baby burn! - Disco inferno, yeah!
Burn baby burn! - Burn that mama down
Burnin!

I just can't stop
When(till) my spark gets hot
Just can't stop
When my spark gets hot

Burning, burning, burning, burning...

[Gerda]

DRIVE - Incubus


http://it.youtube.com/watch?v=7zN9vd9WUiA


Sometimes, I feel the fear of uncertainty stinging clear
And I can't help but ask myself how much I'll let the
Fear take the wheel and steer.
It's driven me before, and it seems to have a vague, haunting mass appeal.
But lately I am beginning to find that
I should be the one behind the wheel.

Whatever tomorrow brings, I'll be there with open arms and open eyes.
Whatever tomorrow brings, I'll be there
I'll be there

So if I decide to waiver my chance to be one of the hive
Will I choose water over wine and hold my own and drive?
It's driven me before and it seems to be the way that everyone else gets around.
But lately I'm beginning to find that
When I drive myself my light is found.

So whatever tomorrow brings, I'll be there with open arms and open eyes. Yeah.
Whatever tomorrow brings, I'll be there
I'll be there

Would you choose water over wine...
Hold the wheel and drive?

So whatever tomorrow brings, I'll be there with open arms and open eyes. Yeah.
Whatever tomorrow brings, I'll be there
I'll be there

[Gerda]

PET - A Perfect Circle


http://it.youtube.com/watch?v=o-DksxM8KrU


Don't fret precious I'm here, step away from the window
Go back to sleep

Lay your head down child
I won't let the boogeyman come

Counting bodies like sheep
To the rhythm of the war drums

Pay no mind to the rabble
Pay no mind to the rabble

Head down, go to sleep
To the rhythm of the war drums

Pay no mind what other voices say
They don't care about you, like I do, like I do
Safe from pain and truth and choice and other poison devils,
See, they don't give a fuck about you, like I do.

Just stay with me, safe and ignorant,
Go back to sleep
Go back to sleep

Lay your head down child
I won't let the boogeyman come
Count the bodies like sheep
To the rhythm of the war drums

Pay no mind to the rabble
Pay no mind to the rabble

Head down, go to sleep to the rhythm of the war drums

I'll be the one to protect you from
Your enemies and all your demons

I'll be the one to protect you from
A will to survive and a voice of reason

I'll be the one to protect you from
Your enemies and your choices son
They're one in the same
I must isolate you
Isolate and save you from yourself

Swayin to the rhythm of the new world order and
Count the bodies like sheep to the rhythm of the war drum

The boogeymen are coming
The boogeymen are coming

Keep your head down, go to sleep, to the rhythm of a war drum

Stay with me
Safe and ignorant
Just stay with me
Hold you and protect you from the other one
The evil ones
Don't love you son,
Go back to sleep

[Gerda]

STREET SPIRIT (FADE OUT) - Radiohead


http://it.youtube.com/watch?v=BrZTNhW44-o


rows of houses all bearing down on me
i can feel their blue hands touching me
all these things in all positions
all these things will one day take control
and fade out again and fade out

this machine will will not communicate these thoughts
and the strain i am under
be a world child form a circle before we all go under
and fade out again and fade out again

cracked eggs dead birds
scream as they fight for life
i can feel death can see it's beady eyes
all these things into frution
all these things we'll one day swallow whole
and fade out again and fade out again

[Radiogaga]

Papa Roach
Last Resort

http://it.youtube.com/watch?v=mh2SVuX03h4&fmt=6

Cut my life into pieces
This is my last resort
Suffocation
No breathing
Dont give a fuck if I cut my arm bleeding

This is my last resort

Cut my life into pieces
Ive reached my last resort
Suffocation
No breathing
Dont give a fuck if I cut my arm bleeding
Do you even care if I die bleeding
Would it be wrong
Would it be right
If I took my life tonight
Chances are that I might
Mutilation outta sight
And Im contemplating suicide

Cuz Im losing my sight
Losing my mind
Wish somebody would tell me Im fine
Losing my sight
Losing my mind
Wish somebody would tell me Im fine

I never realized I was spread too thin
Till it was too late
And I was empty within
Hungry
Feeding on chaos
And living in sin
Downward spiral where do I begin
It all started when I lost my mother
No love for myself
And no love for another
Searching to find a love up on a higher level
Finding nothing but questions and devils

Cuz Im losing my sight
Losing my mind
Wish somebody would tell me in fine
Losing my sight
Losing my mind
Wish somebody would tell me Im fine
Nothings alright
Nothing is fine
Im running and Im crying
Im crying
Im crying
Im crying
Im crying

I cant go on living this way

Cut my life into pieces
This is my last resort
Suffocation
No breathing
Dont give a fuck if I cut my arm bleeding
Would it be wrong
Would it be right
If I took my life tonight
Chances are that I might
Mutilation outta sight
And Im contemplating suicide

Cuz Im losing my sight
Losing my mind
Wish somebody would tell me Im fine
Losing my sight
Losing my mind
Wish somebody would tell me Im fine
Nothings alright
Nothing is fine
Im running and Im crying

I cant go on living this way
Cant go on
Living this way
Nothings alright

[Gerda]

GIOVANNI ALLEVI


COME SEI VERAMENTE

http://it.youtube.com/watch?v=qKMZ2H_a0z8


BACK TO LIFE

http://it.youtube.com/watch?v=TFIBFd3gK ... re=related

[marlaandtyler]

Crass - PUNK IS DEAD

Yes that's right, punk is dead,
It's just another cheap product for the consumers head.
Bubblegum rock on plastic transistors,
Schoolboy sedition backed by big time promoters.
CBS promote the Clash,
But it ain't for revolution, it's just for cash.
Punk became a fashion just like hippy used to be
And it ain't got a thing to do with you or me.

Movements are systems and systems kill.
Movements are expressions of the public will.
Punk became a movement cos we all felt lost,
But the leaders sold out and now we all pay the cost.
Punk narcissism was social napalm,
Steve Jones started doing real harm.
Preaching revolution, anarchy and change
As he sucked from the system that had given him his name.

Well I'm tired of staring through shit stained glass,
Tired of staring up a superstars arse,
I've got an arse and crap and a name,
I'm just waiting for my fifteen minutes fame.
Steve Jones you're napalm,
If you're so pretty (vacant) why do you swarm?
Patti Smith you're napalm,
You write with your hand but it's Rimbaud's arm.

And me, yes I, do I want to burn?
Is there something I can learn?
Do I need a business man to promote my angle?
Can I resist the carrots that fame and fortune dangle?
I see the velvet zippies in their bondage gear,
The social elite with safety-pins in their ear,
I watch and understand that it don't mean a thing,
The scorpions might attack, but the systems stole the sting.

PUNK IS DEAD. PUNK IS DEAD. PUNK IS DEAD.
PUNK IS DEAD. PUNK IS DEAD. PUNK IS DEAD.
PUNK IS DEAD. PUNK IS DEAD. PUNK IS DEAD.

[Drogato_ di_porno]

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sltQWC7fDPs

Jovanotti

Siamo come il sole a mezzogiorno

Caselli d'autostrada tutto il tempo si consuma
Ma Venere riappare sempre fresca dalla schiuma
La foto della scuola non mi assomiglia più
Ma i miei difetti sono tutti intatti
E ogni cicatrice è un autografo di Dio
Nessuno potrà  vivere la mia vita al posto mio
Per quanto mi identifichi nel battito di un altro
Sarà  sempre attraverso questo cuore
E giorno dopo giorno passeranno le stagioni
Ma resterà  qualcosa in questa strada
Non mi è concesso più di delegarti i miei casini
Mi butto dentro vada come vada
Siamo come il sole a mezzogiorno baby
Senza più nessuna ombra intorno...baby
Un bacio e poi un bacio e poi un bacio e poi altri cento
Teoricamente il mondo è più leggero di una piuma
Nessun filo spinato potrà  rallentare il vento
Non tutto quel che brucia si consuma
E sogno dopo sogno sono sveglio finalmente
Per fare i conti con le tue promesse
Un giorno passa in fretta e non c'è tempo di pensare
Muoviamoci che poi diventa sera...
Siamo come il sole a mezzogiorno baby
Senza più nessuna ombra intorno...baby
Gente che viene
Gente che va
Gente che torna
Gente che sta
Il sole se la ride in mezzo al cielo
A guardare noi che ci facciamo il culo
E' un gioco
Mezzogiorno di fuoco
E' un lampo
Sulle armature
In guardia
Niente da capire
Mi specchio
In una goccia di sudore
Siamo come il sole a mezzogiorno baby
Senza più nessuna ombra intorno...baby

[tiffany rayne]

Alice - Il sole nella pioggia

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1l2xNknW7SM

Nelle leggende dei popoli che vivono oltre gli oceani
gli amplessi con la terra per vincerne la sterilità 
e rinnovano i cicli della vita alla luce dei faló
ma sedendo quietamente l'autunno viene da sè.

Le litanie delle donne dei villaggi dell'Indonesia
davanti ai simboli di pietra invocano la fertilità 
ma intanto l'universo geme nelle doglie del parto
quelli che sanno le cose non parlano.

E vedi il sole nella pioggia, e il sole nella pioggia.

Nelle valli dove le acque scorrono in silenzio
le iniziative personali i rituali non servono
il mondo è un'ombra che cammina nel fiume del Tao
e la luna alla finestra il ladro non la porta via.

E vedi il sole nella pioggia, e il sole nella pioggia
e vedi il sole nella pioggia, e il sole nella pioggia
e vedi il sole nella pioggia, e il sole nella pioggia
e vedi il sole nella pioggia, e il sole nella pioggia.