CHI SONO QUESTI?
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K-Line
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Hey, look out for my glass up there, man!
That's my drink, man, that's my drink, alright...
Make it a double, or eh...
Somebody has to sing
Some body will sing?
Somebody will sing, right?
(I don't know!)
Y'all pass me that bottle,
And I'll sing you all a real song
Yeah!
Let me get my key, ahum!
Well, I'm looking through harlem
My stomach squeal just a little more
A stagecouch full of feathers and footprints,
Pulls up to soap¨box door
Now a lady with a pearl¨handled necktie
Tied to the driver's fence
Breathes in my face,
Bourbon and coke possessed words
haven't I seen you somewhere in hell,
Or was it just an accident? '
(you know how I felt then, and so:)
Before I could ask 'was it the east or west side? '
My feet they howled in pain
The wheels of a bandwagon cut very deep,
But not as deep in my mind as the rain
And as they pulled away I could see her words
Stagger and fall on my muddy tent
Well I picked them up, brushed them off,
To see what they say,
And you wouldn't believe:
`come around to my room, with the tooth in the middle,
And bring along the bottle and a president'
And eh sometimes it's not so easy, baby
Especially when your only friend,
Talks, sees, looks and feels like you,
And you do just the same as him
(gets very lonely up this road, baby)
(yeah, hmmm, yeah)
(got more to say!)
Well I'm riding through la (huh),
On a bicycle built for fools
And I seen one of my old buddies
And he say, 'you don't look the way you usually do'
I say, 'well, some people look like a coin-box'
He say, 'look like you ain't got no coins to spare'
And I laid back and I thought to myself, and I said this:
I just picked up my pride from underneath the pay phone,
And combed this breath right out of my hair
And sometimes it's not so easy
Especially when your only friend
Talk, sees, looks and feels like you,
And you do just the same as him
Just got out of a scandinavian jail,
And I'm on my way straight home to you
But I feel so dizzy I take a quick look in the mirror,
To make sure my friend's here with me too
And you know good well I don't drink coffee,
So you fill my cup full of sand
And the frozen tea leaves on the bottom
Sharing lipstick around the broken edge
And my coat that you let your dog lay by the fire on
And your cat he attacked me from his pill¨box ledge
And I thought you were my friend too
Man, my shadow comes in line before you
I'm finding out that it's eh not so easy
Specially when your only friend
Talks, looks, sees and feels like you,
And you do the same just like him
(lord it's so lonely here, hmmm, yeah)
Yeah!
(pass me that bottle over there...)
Yeah, yeah, okay...
That's my drink, man, that's my drink, alright...
Make it a double, or eh...
Somebody has to sing
Some body will sing?
Somebody will sing, right?
(I don't know!)
Y'all pass me that bottle,
And I'll sing you all a real song
Yeah!
Let me get my key, ahum!
Well, I'm looking through harlem
My stomach squeal just a little more
A stagecouch full of feathers and footprints,
Pulls up to soap¨box door
Now a lady with a pearl¨handled necktie
Tied to the driver's fence
Breathes in my face,
Bourbon and coke possessed words
haven't I seen you somewhere in hell,
Or was it just an accident? '
(you know how I felt then, and so:)
Before I could ask 'was it the east or west side? '
My feet they howled in pain
The wheels of a bandwagon cut very deep,
But not as deep in my mind as the rain
And as they pulled away I could see her words
Stagger and fall on my muddy tent
Well I picked them up, brushed them off,
To see what they say,
And you wouldn't believe:
`come around to my room, with the tooth in the middle,
And bring along the bottle and a president'
And eh sometimes it's not so easy, baby
Especially when your only friend,
Talks, sees, looks and feels like you,
And you do just the same as him
(gets very lonely up this road, baby)
(yeah, hmmm, yeah)
(got more to say!)
Well I'm riding through la (huh),
On a bicycle built for fools
And I seen one of my old buddies
And he say, 'you don't look the way you usually do'
I say, 'well, some people look like a coin-box'
He say, 'look like you ain't got no coins to spare'
And I laid back and I thought to myself, and I said this:
I just picked up my pride from underneath the pay phone,
And combed this breath right out of my hair
And sometimes it's not so easy
Especially when your only friend
Talk, sees, looks and feels like you,
And you do just the same as him
Just got out of a scandinavian jail,
And I'm on my way straight home to you
But I feel so dizzy I take a quick look in the mirror,
To make sure my friend's here with me too
And you know good well I don't drink coffee,
So you fill my cup full of sand
And the frozen tea leaves on the bottom
Sharing lipstick around the broken edge
And my coat that you let your dog lay by the fire on
And your cat he attacked me from his pill¨box ledge
And I thought you were my friend too
Man, my shadow comes in line before you
I'm finding out that it's eh not so easy
Specially when your only friend
Talks, looks, sees and feels like you,
And you do the same just like him
(lord it's so lonely here, hmmm, yeah)
Yeah!
(pass me that bottle over there...)
Yeah, yeah, okay...
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"Lo sa? Mai nessun bipede al mondo ha mai avuto tanta urgenza di un pompino quanto lei".
(Robin Williams, Good Morning Vietnam)
"Nessuna conversazione presente nel Cestino. Chi ha bisogno di eliminare messaggi quando si hanno a disposizione 2000 MB di spazio?!" (Gmail)
"Lo sa? Mai nessun bipede al mondo ha mai avuto tanta urgenza di un pompino quanto lei".
(Robin Williams, Good Morning Vietnam)
"Nessuna conversazione presente nel Cestino. Chi ha bisogno di eliminare messaggi quando si hanno a disposizione 2000 MB di spazio?!" (Gmail)
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Husker_Du
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Well, she's walking through the clouds,
With a circus mind that's running wild,
Butterflies and Zebras,
And Moonbeams and fairy tales.
That's all she ever thinks about.
Riding with the wind.
When I'm sad, she comes to me,
With a thousand smiles she gives to me free.
It's alright, she says it's alright,
Take anything you want from me,
Anything.
Fly on little wing.
With a circus mind that's running wild,
Butterflies and Zebras,
And Moonbeams and fairy tales.
That's all she ever thinks about.
Riding with the wind.
When I'm sad, she comes to me,
With a thousand smiles she gives to me free.
It's alright, she says it's alright,
Take anything you want from me,
Anything.
Fly on little wing.
"Signori benpensanti, spero non vi dispiaccia,
se in cielo in mezzo ai Santi, Dio fra le sue braccia, soffochera' il singhiozzo di quelle labbra smorte che all'odio e all'ignoranza preferirono la morte"
se in cielo in mezzo ai Santi, Dio fra le sue braccia, soffochera' il singhiozzo di quelle labbra smorte che all'odio e all'ignoranza preferirono la morte"
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K-Line
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Manic depression is touching my soul
I know what I want but I just don't know
How to, go about gettin' it
Feeling sweet feeling,
Drops from my fingers, fingers
Manic depression is catchin' my soul
Woman so weary, the sweet cause in vain
You make love, you break love
It's all the same
When it's, when it's over, mama
Music, sweet music
I wish I could caress, caress, caress
Manic depression is a frustrating mess
Well, I think I'll go turn myself off,
And go on down
All the way down
Really ain't no use in me hanging around
In your kinda scene
Music, sweet music
I wish I could caress, caress, caress
Manic depression is a frustrating mess
I know what I want but I just don't know
How to, go about gettin' it
Feeling sweet feeling,
Drops from my fingers, fingers
Manic depression is catchin' my soul
Woman so weary, the sweet cause in vain
You make love, you break love
It's all the same
When it's, when it's over, mama
Music, sweet music
I wish I could caress, caress, caress
Manic depression is a frustrating mess
Well, I think I'll go turn myself off,
And go on down
All the way down
Really ain't no use in me hanging around
In your kinda scene
Music, sweet music
I wish I could caress, caress, caress
Manic depression is a frustrating mess
[url=http://www.superzeta.it/viewtopic.php?p=176838#176838]Hai mai[/url]
"Lo sa? Mai nessun bipede al mondo ha mai avuto tanta urgenza di un pompino quanto lei".
(Robin Williams, Good Morning Vietnam)
"Nessuna conversazione presente nel Cestino. Chi ha bisogno di eliminare messaggi quando si hanno a disposizione 2000 MB di spazio?!" (Gmail)
"Lo sa? Mai nessun bipede al mondo ha mai avuto tanta urgenza di un pompino quanto lei".
(Robin Williams, Good Morning Vietnam)
"Nessuna conversazione presente nel Cestino. Chi ha bisogno di eliminare messaggi quando si hanno a disposizione 2000 MB di spazio?!" (Gmail)
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Husker_Du
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Yeah, sing the song, Bro'
If the sun refuse to shine,
I don't mind, I don't mind,
If the mountains fell in the sea,
let it be, it ain't me.
Alright, 'cos I got my own world to look through,
And I ain't gonna copy you.
Now if 6 turned out to be 9,
I don't mind, I don't mind,
Alright, if all the hippies cut off all their hair,
I don't care, I don't care.
Dig, 'cos I got my own world to live through
And I ain't gonna copy you.
White collared conservative flashing down the street,
Pointing their plastic finger at me.
They're hoping soon my kind will drop and die,
But I'm gonna wave my freak flag high, high.
Wave on, wave on
Fall mountains, just don't fall on me
Go ahead on Mr. Business man, you can't dress like me.
Sing on Brother, play on drummer.
If the sun refuse to shine,
I don't mind, I don't mind,
If the mountains fell in the sea,
let it be, it ain't me.
Alright, 'cos I got my own world to look through,
And I ain't gonna copy you.
Now if 6 turned out to be 9,
I don't mind, I don't mind,
Alright, if all the hippies cut off all their hair,
I don't care, I don't care.
Dig, 'cos I got my own world to live through
And I ain't gonna copy you.
White collared conservative flashing down the street,
Pointing their plastic finger at me.
They're hoping soon my kind will drop and die,
But I'm gonna wave my freak flag high, high.
Wave on, wave on
Fall mountains, just don't fall on me
Go ahead on Mr. Business man, you can't dress like me.
Sing on Brother, play on drummer.
"Signori benpensanti, spero non vi dispiaccia,
se in cielo in mezzo ai Santi, Dio fra le sue braccia, soffochera' il singhiozzo di quelle labbra smorte che all'odio e all'ignoranza preferirono la morte"
se in cielo in mezzo ai Santi, Dio fra le sue braccia, soffochera' il singhiozzo di quelle labbra smorte che all'odio e all'ignoranza preferirono la morte"
Ma dai ! Me la ricordo ancora, era una delle più carine, ma che fine ha fatto adesso ? Queste son foto recenti ? Azz... era proprio un "vivaio" (nel senso di topaioHusker_Du ha scritto:La cara vecchia Francesca di non e' la rai......
) interessante quello di Non è la Rai...Ecco 5 bei "prodotti" del vivaio...
Cristina Quaranta
Alessia Merz
Antonella Mosetti
Claudia Gerini
Alessia Mancini
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K-Line
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Purple haze all in my brain
Lately things just don't seem the same
Actin' funny, but I don't know why
'scuse me while I kiss the sky
Purple haze all around
Don't know if I'm comin' up or down
Am I happy or in misery?
What ever it is, that girl put a spell on me
Help me
Help me
Oh, no, no
[faint, spoken lyrics...all questionable]
Hammerin'
Talkin' 'bout heart 'n'...s-soul
I'm talkin' about hard stuff
If everbodys still around, fluff and ease, if
So far out my mind
Somethings happening, somethings happening
Ooo, ahhh
Ooo, {click} ahhh,
Ooo, ahhh
Ooo, ahhh, yeah!
Purple haze all in my eyes, uhh
Don't know if it's day or night
You got me blowin', blowin' my mind
Is it tomorrow, or just the end of time?
Ooo
Help me
Ahh, yea-yeah, purple haze, yeah
Oh, no, oh
Oh, help me
Purple haze, tell me, baby, tell me
I can't go on like this
Purple haze
You're makin' me blow my mind...mama
Purple haze, n-no, nooo
Purple haze, no, it's painful, baby
Lately things just don't seem the same
Actin' funny, but I don't know why
'scuse me while I kiss the sky
Purple haze all around
Don't know if I'm comin' up or down
Am I happy or in misery?
What ever it is, that girl put a spell on me
Help me
Help me
Oh, no, no
[faint, spoken lyrics...all questionable]
Hammerin'
Talkin' 'bout heart 'n'...s-soul
I'm talkin' about hard stuff
If everbodys still around, fluff and ease, if
So far out my mind
Somethings happening, somethings happening
Ooo, ahhh
Ooo, {click} ahhh,
Ooo, ahhh
Ooo, ahhh, yeah!
Purple haze all in my eyes, uhh
Don't know if it's day or night
You got me blowin', blowin' my mind
Is it tomorrow, or just the end of time?
Ooo
Help me
Ahh, yea-yeah, purple haze, yeah
Oh, no, oh
Oh, help me
Purple haze, tell me, baby, tell me
I can't go on like this
Purple haze
You're makin' me blow my mind...mama
Purple haze, n-no, nooo
Purple haze, no, it's painful, baby
[url=http://www.superzeta.it/viewtopic.php?p=176838#176838]Hai mai[/url]
"Lo sa? Mai nessun bipede al mondo ha mai avuto tanta urgenza di un pompino quanto lei".
(Robin Williams, Good Morning Vietnam)
"Nessuna conversazione presente nel Cestino. Chi ha bisogno di eliminare messaggi quando si hanno a disposizione 2000 MB di spazio?!" (Gmail)
"Lo sa? Mai nessun bipede al mondo ha mai avuto tanta urgenza di un pompino quanto lei".
(Robin Williams, Good Morning Vietnam)
"Nessuna conversazione presente nel Cestino. Chi ha bisogno di eliminare messaggi quando si hanno a disposizione 2000 MB di spazio?!" (Gmail)
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DON CHISCIOTTE
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K-Line
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La "ragazza" mi ha lasciato
è colpa mia!
Sono stato anche "bocciato"
e non andró via
Passeró tutta l'estate Qui!
....compresi i Lunedì!
...quelli li odio di più...
non lo so, ma è così!.......
ODIO i LUNEDàŒ
........i LUNEDàŒ !
La mia ragazza mi ha lasciato una valigia
piena di........
...di auguri perchè mi si spezzi il collo
entro Mercoledì!
perchè quel giorno lì!
Lei forse torna.....qui!
a prendere le "cose" che ha......dice.....
"dimenticato lì!"
Ma Brava Fai Così!
VIENI DI LUNEDàŒ...........
E adesso Basta Vado Fuori
sempre se trovo i pantaloni
e vado ad "affogare".....
Tutti i miei.....Dolori
Perchè restare, restare Soli,
fa male anche ai "Duri"
Loro non lo dicono ma.....
Parlano con i Muri
(Forti peró quei Duri!!!!!)..........
La "ragazza" mi ha lasciato
è colpa mia!
Sono stato anche "beccato"....
dalla Polizia!
mi han detto "prego, si accomodi lì!"
"Passerà qualche giorno......Qui!"
"Ma vedrà che probabilmente uscirà .....certo....
......prima di Lunedì!"
Voglio Restare Qui!
ODIO quel GIORNO lì!......
e adesso Basta, vado fuori
sempre se trovo i pantaloni
e vado ad "affogare".....
tutti i miei......Dolori
Perchè restare, restare Soli,
fa male anche ai "Duri"
Loro non lo dicono ma.....
Piangono contro i Muri
(Buoni peró quei Duri!!!!!)...........
è colpa mia!
Sono stato anche "bocciato"
e non andró via
Passeró tutta l'estate Qui!
....compresi i Lunedì!
...quelli li odio di più...
non lo so, ma è così!.......
ODIO i LUNEDàŒ
........i LUNEDàŒ !
La mia ragazza mi ha lasciato una valigia
piena di........
...di auguri perchè mi si spezzi il collo
entro Mercoledì!
perchè quel giorno lì!
Lei forse torna.....qui!
a prendere le "cose" che ha......dice.....
"dimenticato lì!"
Ma Brava Fai Così!
VIENI DI LUNEDàŒ...........
E adesso Basta Vado Fuori
sempre se trovo i pantaloni
e vado ad "affogare".....
Tutti i miei.....Dolori
Perchè restare, restare Soli,
fa male anche ai "Duri"
Loro non lo dicono ma.....
Parlano con i Muri
(Forti peró quei Duri!!!!!)..........
La "ragazza" mi ha lasciato
è colpa mia!
Sono stato anche "beccato"....
dalla Polizia!
mi han detto "prego, si accomodi lì!"
"Passerà qualche giorno......Qui!"
"Ma vedrà che probabilmente uscirà .....certo....
......prima di Lunedì!"
Voglio Restare Qui!
ODIO quel GIORNO lì!......
e adesso Basta, vado fuori
sempre se trovo i pantaloni
e vado ad "affogare".....
tutti i miei......Dolori
Perchè restare, restare Soli,
fa male anche ai "Duri"
Loro non lo dicono ma.....
Piangono contro i Muri
(Buoni peró quei Duri!!!!!)...........
[url=http://www.superzeta.it/viewtopic.php?p=176838#176838]Hai mai[/url]
"Lo sa? Mai nessun bipede al mondo ha mai avuto tanta urgenza di un pompino quanto lei".
(Robin Williams, Good Morning Vietnam)
"Nessuna conversazione presente nel Cestino. Chi ha bisogno di eliminare messaggi quando si hanno a disposizione 2000 MB di spazio?!" (Gmail)
"Lo sa? Mai nessun bipede al mondo ha mai avuto tanta urgenza di un pompino quanto lei".
(Robin Williams, Good Morning Vietnam)
"Nessuna conversazione presente nel Cestino. Chi ha bisogno di eliminare messaggi quando si hanno a disposizione 2000 MB di spazio?!" (Gmail)
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Husker_Du
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In effetti per quel poco che ho visto non e' la rai, francesca gollini era una delle piu' carine...Laser ha scritto:Ma dai ! Me la ricordo ancora, era una delle più carine, ma che fine ha fatto adesso ? Queste son foto recenti ? Azz... era proprio un "vivaio" (nel senso di topaioHusker_Du ha scritto:La cara vecchia Francesca di non e' la rai......
Le foto sono tratte da un calendario di Boss, credo del 2001, in cui appare con altre due ragazze di Non e' la Rai, Ilaria galassi e l'altra non ricordo come si chiama.
"Signori benpensanti, spero non vi dispiaccia,
se in cielo in mezzo ai Santi, Dio fra le sue braccia, soffochera' il singhiozzo di quelle labbra smorte che all'odio e all'ignoranza preferirono la morte"
se in cielo in mezzo ai Santi, Dio fra le sue braccia, soffochera' il singhiozzo di quelle labbra smorte che all'odio e all'ignoranza preferirono la morte"
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Husker_Du
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If I could change my mind what changes would it bring
If I could change you, well it wouldn't change a thing
Well now you know and now you shouldn't be afraid
No promise have I made
Tell me a story tell me just another lie
Well I can tell you set your expectations high
Well now I've faced up to you facing me betrayed
No promise have I made
Well there's some green and there's some white and there's some gold
But brighter colors I have left you to behold
It's your good fortune there's a fortune to be paid
No promise have I made
If I could change you, well it wouldn't change a thing
Well now you know and now you shouldn't be afraid
No promise have I made
Tell me a story tell me just another lie
Well I can tell you set your expectations high
Well now I've faced up to you facing me betrayed
No promise have I made
Well there's some green and there's some white and there's some gold
But brighter colors I have left you to behold
It's your good fortune there's a fortune to be paid
No promise have I made
"Signori benpensanti, spero non vi dispiaccia,
se in cielo in mezzo ai Santi, Dio fra le sue braccia, soffochera' il singhiozzo di quelle labbra smorte che all'odio e all'ignoranza preferirono la morte"
se in cielo in mezzo ai Santi, Dio fra le sue braccia, soffochera' il singhiozzo di quelle labbra smorte che all'odio e all'ignoranza preferirono la morte"
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Husker_Du
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Women sewed the Stars and Stripes
And the men, they fought the wars
The children learned arithmetic
And everyone was poor
Young man was the hero of the day
Long long hours, short short pay
Lesson I learned in history book, now
It's not what they told me
Folk lore, folk lore, folk lore
Your momma never told you
Now the women scream for equal rights
Their man wants to have an affair
Children learn to hate the world
And no one seems to care
Now the kids play vids instead
Their heroes are living on Wonder Bread
Lesson I learned in history book, now
It's not what they told me
Folk lore, folk lore, folk lore
Your momma never told you that
Some things never change
Some things stay the same
Some things rearranged
One thing I know for sure, your heroes always die
And the men, they fought the wars
The children learned arithmetic
And everyone was poor
Young man was the hero of the day
Long long hours, short short pay
Lesson I learned in history book, now
It's not what they told me
Folk lore, folk lore, folk lore
Your momma never told you
Now the women scream for equal rights
Their man wants to have an affair
Children learn to hate the world
And no one seems to care
Now the kids play vids instead
Their heroes are living on Wonder Bread
Lesson I learned in history book, now
It's not what they told me
Folk lore, folk lore, folk lore
Your momma never told you that
Some things never change
Some things stay the same
Some things rearranged
One thing I know for sure, your heroes always die
"Signori benpensanti, spero non vi dispiaccia,
se in cielo in mezzo ai Santi, Dio fra le sue braccia, soffochera' il singhiozzo di quelle labbra smorte che all'odio e all'ignoranza preferirono la morte"
se in cielo in mezzo ai Santi, Dio fra le sue braccia, soffochera' il singhiozzo di quelle labbra smorte che all'odio e all'ignoranza preferirono la morte"