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  1. #201
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    Alas - Loss of a life

    Will this pain ever subside, will this grief ever disappear
    Can I ever survive, with this loss of a soul
    Will this misery ever fade, can I obtain life without pain
    Can I ever evade, this tragic loss that died in vain

    Loss of a life so dear to me
    I bleed with every breath
    Loss of a life so clearly, defines the truth of life and death
    Loss of a life so painful
    I bleed with every moment
    Loss of a life so tearful, designs my void of emptiness

    Will this death ever pass me by, or effect me eternally
    Can I ever escape this force of instability
    Will this severance ever falter, or fall from the hands of fate
    Can I ever eliminate, remnants of his dying state

    Loss of a life so dear to me
    I bleed with every breath
    Loss of a life so clearly, defines the truth of life and death
    Loss of a life so painful
    I bleed with every moment
    Loss of a life so tearful, designs my void of emptiness

    Please forgive me for not being there
    I would die to show you, how much I care
    Your presence, so very missed, I shall never forget
    The bond that we shared, I will never forget

    Loss of a life so dear to me
    You're now free of misery
    Loss of a life so clearly, defines the pain inside of me
    Loss of a life so painful
    I will always grieve the time we shared
    Loss of a life so tearful, in honor I cry to show you I care

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    Cutting crew - (I just) died in your arms tonight

    Oh, I just died in your arms tonight
    It must've been something you said,
    I just died in your arms tonight

    I keep looking for something I can't get
    Broken hearts lie all around me
    And I don't see an easy way out of this
    Her diary, it sits on the bedside table
    The curtains are closed, the cat's in the cradle
    Who would've thought that a boy like me could come to this

    Oh, I just died in your arms tonight
    It must've been something you said,
    I just died in your arms tonight
    Oh, I just died in your arms tonight
    It must've been some kind of kiss
    I should've walked away, I should've walked away

    Is there any just cause for feeling like this
    On the surface I'm a name on a list
    I try to be discreet, but then blow it again
    I've lost and found, it's my final mistake
    She's loving by proxy, no give and all take
    'Cause I've been thrilled to fantasy one too many times

    Oh, I just died in your arms tonight
    It must've been something you said,
    I just died in your arms tonight
    Oh, I just died in your arms tonight
    It must've been some kind of kiss
    I should've walked away, I should've walked away

    It was a long hot night
    She made it easy, she made it feel right
    But now it's over, the moment is gone
    I followed my hands, not my head,
    I know I was wrong

    Oh, I just died in your arms tonight
    It must've been something you said,
    I just died in your arms tonight
    Oh, I just died in your arms tonight
    It must've been some kind of kiss
    I should've walked away, I should've walked away




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    Amen Omen - Ben Harper

    What started as a whisper,
    Slowly turned in to a scream.
    Searching for an answer
    Where the question is unseen.
    I don't know where you came from
    And I dont know where you've gone.
    Old friends become old strangers
    Between darkness and the dawn

    Amen omen,will I see your face again?
    Amen omen,can I find the place within
    To live my life without you?

    I still hear you saying
    "All of life is chance,
    And is sweetest,is sweetest when at a glance"
    But I live,
    I live a hundred lifetimes in a day.
    But I die a little
    In every breath I take.

    Amen omen,will I see your face again?
    Amen omen,can I find the place within
    To live my life without you?

    I listen to a whisper,
    Slowly drift away.
    Silence is a loudest,
    Parting word you never say.
    I put I put your world
    Into my reins
    Now a voiceless sympathy
    Is all that remains.

    Amen omen,will I see your face again?
    Amen omen,can I find the place within
    To live my life without you?

    Amen omen,can i find the strength within

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    Given to Fly - Pearl Jam

    He could have tuned in, tuned in, but he tuned out
    A bad time, nothing could save him
    Alone in a corridor, waiting, locked out
    He got up out of there ran for hundreds of miles...
    He made it to the ocean
    Had a smoke in a tree
    The wind rose up, set him down on his knees

    A wave came crashing like a fist to the jaw
    Delivered him wings - "Hey, look at me now"
    Arms wide open with the sea as his floor
    Oh! He's FLYING! Oh, HIGH! WIDE! Oh...

    He floated back down cause he wanted to share
    His key to the locks on the chains he saw everywhere
    But first he was stripped, and then he was stabbed
    By faceless men, well fuckers... he still stands.

    And he still gives his love, he just gives it away...
    The love he recieves is the love that is saved
    And sometimes is seen a strange spot in the sky
    A human being that was given to fly
    He's FLYING! Oh, HIGH! WIDE!
    He's FLYING!

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    Angels Fall First - Nightwish

    An angelface smiles to me
    Under a headline of tragedy
    That smile used to give me warmth
    Farewell - no words to say
    Beside the cross on your grave
    And those forever burning candles

    Needed elsewhere
    To remind us of the shortness of your time
    Tears laid for them
    Tears of love tears of fear
    Bury my dreams dig up my sorrows
    Oh Lord why
    The angels fall first?

    Not relieved by thoughts of Shangri-La
    Nor enlightened by the lessons of Christ
    I'll never understand the meaning of the right
    Ignorance lead me into the light

    Needed elsewhere
    To remind us of the shortness of your time
    Tears laid for them
    Tears of love tears of fear
    Bury my dreams dig up my sorrows
    Oh Lord why
    The angels fall first?

    Sing me a song
    Of your beauty
    Of your kingdom
    Let the melodies of your harps
    Caress those whom we still need

    Yesterday we shook hands
    My friend
    Today a moonbeam lightens my path
    My guardian


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    agnellino, inorridischi

    Blackmore's night - Shadow of the moon

    In the shadow of the moon,
    She danced in the starlight
    Whispering a haunting tune
    To the night...

    Velvet skirts spun 'round and 'round
    Fire in her stare
    In the woods without a sound
    No one cared...

    Through the darkened fields entranced,
    Music made her poor heart dance,
    Thinking of a lost romance...
    Long ago...

    Feeling lonely, feeling sad,
    She cried in the moonlight.
    Driven by a world gone mad
    She took flight...

    "Feel no sorrow, feel no pain,
    Feel no hurt, there's nothing gained...
    Only love will then remain,"
    She would say.

    Shadow of the Moon... Shadow of the Moon...
    Shadow of the Moon... Shadow of the Moon...

    Through the darkened fields entranced,
    Music made her poor heart dance,
    Thinking of a lost romance...
    Long ago...

    Somewhere just beyond the mist
    Spirits were seen flying
    As the lightning led her way
    Through the dark...

    In the shadow of the moon,
    She danced in the starlight
    Whispering a haunting tune
    To the night...

    Shadow of the Moon... Shadow of the Moon...
    Shadow of the Moon... Shadow of the Moon...

  7. #207
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    La mitica Carnival Of Souls dei Saviour Machine.....SACRA E MISTICA...

    -Carnival Of Souls

    Unto the Gods I call your name
    The crucifixion of my brain
    As I wait for you

    Into the field, I've lost my way
    I've opened veins just for the day
    As I wait for you

    The thoughts that linger in my head
    They cry out for the dead
    As they wait for you
    Call my name, Call my name

    Into the Carnival of Souls
    Surrendered to the fight
    They dance upon the edge
    They dance upon the night
    To wake up in the dark
    And find they've lost their way
    Their way back to the door
    Their way back to the light

    I've opened doors, I've opened minds
    I've opened yours a thousand times
    As I wait for you

    I've fought the battle from the start
    I've opened sores inside my heart
    It bleeds without remorse

    The thought that linger in my heard
    They cry out for the dead
    As they wait for you
    Call my name, Call my name

    Into the Carnival of Souls
    Surrendered to the fight
    They dance upon the edge
    They dance upon the night
    To wake up in the dark
    And find they've lost their way
    Their way back to the door
    Their way back to the light

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    Cradle of filth - Her ghost in the fog

    "The Moon, she hangs like a cruel portrait
    soft winds whisper the bidding of trees
    as this tragedy starts with a shattered glass heart
    and the Midnightmare trampling of dreams
    But on, no tears please
    Fear and pain may accompany Death
    But it is desire that shepherds it's certainty
    as We shall see..."

    She was divinity's creature
    That kissed in cold mirrors
    A Queen of Snow
    Far beyond compare
    Lips attuned to symmetry
    Sought Her everywhere
    Dark liqoured eyes
    An Arabian nightmare...

    She shone on watercolours
    Of my pondlife as pearl
    Until those who couldn't have Her
    Cut Her free of this World

    That fateful Eve when...
    The trees stank of sunset and camphor
    Their lanterns chased phantoms and threw
    An imquisitive glance, like the shadows they cast
    On my love picking rue by the light of the moon

    Putting reason to flight
    Or to death as their way
    They crept through woods mesmerized
    By the taffeta Ley
    Of Her hips that held sway
    Over all they surveyed
    Save a mist on the rise
    (A deadly blessing to hide)
    Her ghost in the fog

    They raped left...
    (Five men of God)
    ...Her ghost in the fog

    Dawn discovered Her there
    Beneath the Cedar's stare
    Silk dress torn, Her raven hair
    Flown to gown Her beauty bared
    Was starred with frost, I knew Her lost
    I wept 'til tears crept back to prayer

    She'd sworn Me vows in fragrant blood
    "Never to part
    Lest jealous Heaven stole our hearts"

    Then this I screamed:
    "Come back to Me
    I was born in love with thee
    So why should fate stand inbetween?"

    And as I drowned Her gentle curves
    With dreams unsaid and final words
    I espied a gleam trodden to earth
    The Church bell tower key...

    The village mourned her by the by
    For She'd been a witch
    their Men had longed to try
    And I broke under Christ seeking guilty signs
    My tortured soul on ice

    A Queen of snow
    Far beyond compare
    Lips attuned to symmetry
    Sought Her everywhere
    Trappistine eyes
    An Arabian nightmare...

    She was Ersulie possessed
    Of a milky white skin
    My porcelain Yin
    A graceful Angel of Sin

    And so for Her...
    The breeze stank of sunset and camphor
    My lantern chased Her phantom and blew
    Their Chapel ablaze and all locked in to a pain
    Best reserved for judgement that their bible construed...

    Putting reason to flight
    Or to flame unashamed
    I swept form cries
    Mesmerized
    By the taffeta Ley
    Or Her hips that held sway
    Over all those at bay
    Save a mist on the rise
    A final blessing to hide
    Her ghost in the fog

    And I embraced
    Where lovers rot...
    Her ghost in the fog

    Her ghost in the fog

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    Devin Townsend - Earth day

    Eat your beets, recycle...recycle...
    Don't eat your beets, recycle...recycle

    The message is; 'THERE IS NO MESSAGE'

    Babe, you better not ever think,
    Staring into the drink...get out of my mind...
    Cause I may not be the one to say,
    is there no other way we could do this another day?

    I saw God.

    She said...'If you don't believe me, guaranteed you'll never leave me'
    On your way, and out of my time
    But I didn't even know if it was true or just a result of chemicals

    Shut up and think of something more important to say...
    'Sometimes I think that in every straight there's a gay!' Something or nothing a whole either way it's a way,
    it's a way, it's a way, it's a way, it's a way
    EARTH DAY, EARTH DAY, EARTH DAY, EARTH DAY
    it's a way, it's a way, it's a way, it's a way
    EARTH DAY, EARTH DAY, EARTH DAY, EARTH DAY

    It's like your birthday, it's on Earth Day,
    Like a child you're born again, little child you're bored again...
    It's your worst fucking day, it's on Earth Day...
    Little lies to cover up...please make your mind up

    (Eat your beets, Recycle...recycle...)
    (...Don't eat your beets, recycle...recycle)

    Man Overboard (I'm so far away)
    Man overboard (I'm so far...)
    But fuck it! ...I really don't care
    Fuck! Listen to me! Just shut the fuck up!

    Peace, Love, Joy
    Man overboard (I'm so far...)
    Hate, hell, war
    Hate, love, love, hate, love, hate...destruction!

    So just shut your face and take a seat
    Because after all, you're just talking meat...and music?
    Well, it's just entertainment folks.

    Sometimes I think that I really have something moreto say...
    'Sometimes I think that in every straight there's a gay!' ...forgive me for saying it blows either way, it's a
    way,
    it's a way, it's a way, it's a way, it's a way...

    It's your birthday, it's on Earth Day,
    Like a child you're born again, little child you're cold again...
    It's your worst fucking day, it's on Earth Day
    Little child your time is up...please turn the heat up

    You need your beets, you recycle...
    ...Don't eat your beets...recycle...

    Man overboard...I'm so far away...

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    Queen - Sail away sweet sister (to the sister i never had)

    Hey little babe you're changing, babe are you feeling sore?
    It ain't no use in pretending, you don't wanna play no more
    It's plain that you ain't no baby, what would your mother say?
    You're all dressed up like a lady, how come you behave this way?

    Sail away sweet sister, sail across the sea
    Maybe you'll find somebody, to love you half as much as me
    My heart is always with you, no matter what you do
    Sail away sweet sister, I'll always be in love with you

    Forgive me for what I told you, my heart makes a fool of me
    You know that I'll never hold you, I know that you gotta be free

    Sail away sweet sister, sail across the sea
    Maybe you'll find somebody, to love you half as much as me
    Take it the way you want it, but when they let you down my friend
    Sail away sweet sister, back to my arms again

    Hot child don't you know you're young, you got your whole life ahead of you?
    And you can throw it away too soon... Way too soon... Ahh, Ahh, Ahhhh

    Sail away sweet sister, sail across the sea
    Maybe you'll find somebody's, gonna love you half as much as me
    My heart is always with you, no matter what you do
    Sail away sweet sister, I'll always be in love with you


    e sono 4000...

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    Milano circonvallazione esterna-Afterhours

    Quattro e mezza di mattino
    per la radio sono troppo triste
    e il dj non mi parlerà
    sembra avere tutto così chiaro questo scemo
    sembra sempre una sola la realtà

    che qui non ho diritto
    di non essere felice
    di non sentirmi vivo
    nella mediocrità
    che mi propini

    se volessi modificherei il mio viso
    e ripartirei da zero
    ma sarebbe come arrendersi
    a quello che non sono
    e non sentirsi libero

    di non essere felice
    di non sentirmi vivo
    di non accontentarmi
    nella mediocrità
    che mi propini

    perché non posso dirti
    di non essere felice?
    non sono meno vivo
    non sono meno vivo





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    The Rolling Stones
    Memory Motel

    Hannah honey was a peachy kind of girl
    Her eyes were hazel
    And her nose were slightly curved
    We spent a lonely night at the Memory Motel
    It's on the ocean, I guess you know it well
    It took a starry to steal my breath away
    Down on the water front
    Her hair all drenched in spray

    Hannah baby was a honey of a girl
    Her eyes were hazel
    And her teeth were slightly curved
    She took my guitar and she began to play
    She sang a song to me
    Stuck right in my brain

    You're just a memory of a love
    That used to be
    You're just a memory of a love
    That used to mean so much to me

    She got a mind of her own
    And she use it well
    Well she's one of a kind
    She's got a mind
    She got a mind of her own
    And she use it mighty fine

    She drove a pick-up truck
    Painted green and blue
    The tires were wearing thin
    She turned a mile or two
    When I asked her where she headed for
    "Back up to Boston I'm singing in a bar"
    I got to fly today on down to Baton Rouge
    My nerves are shot already
    The road ain't all that smooth
    Across in Texas is the rose of San Antone
    I keep on a feeling that's gnawing in my bones

    You're just a memory of a love
    That used to mean so much to me
    You're just a memory girl
    You're just a sweet memory
    And it used to mean so much to me
    Sha la la la la

    She got a mind of her own
    And she use it well
    Mighty fine, she's one of a kind

    On the seventh day my eyes were all a glaze
    We've been ten thousand miles
    Been in fifteen states
    Every woman seemed to fade out of my mind
    I hit the bottle and hit the sack and cried
    What's all this laughter on the 22nd floor
    It's just some friends of mine
    And they're busting down the door
    Been a lonely night at the Memory Motel

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    Gamma ray - Lake of tears

    On the edge of the rainbow
    Where eagles learn to fly
    All of our dreams, they seemed so clear
    Into the morning
    Into the light of dawn
    We're flying higher than before

    And when I see the light
    that's shining from your eyes
    Even brighter than before
    We're riding the wind
    to reach the golden dawn
    We have done it all before

    Here I stand
    Call on you again
    But my heart is filled with fear
    Like an eternal flame
    Our love will remain
    As we sail the lake of tears

    Sometimes I wonder
    You're so close but you're so far
    Seems life will never be the same
    Sigh for the morning
    To find the light of day
    Dream of fortune fades away

    Here I stand
    Call on you again
    But my heart is filled with fear
    Like an eternal flame
    Our love will remain
    As we sail the lake of tears

    Here I stand
    Call on you again
    But my heart is filled with fear
    Like an eternal flame
    Our love will remain
    As we sail the lake...
    Here I stand
    Call on you again
    But my heart is filled with fear
    All the tears that I've cried
    For the love of my life
    As I sailed the lake of tears
    Like an eternal flame
    Our love will remain
    As we sail the lake of tears

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    Un sollievo-Marlene Kuntz

    "... L'affanno è latente, tesoro
    come il tempo che ondeggia in mezzo a noi
    corrode le buffe difese che alziamo

    L'affanno è potente, tesoro
    è il tempo che non dominerai
    trapassa le goffe pretese che abbiamo..."

    Vale come pietoso sollievo
    il silenzio che ti parlerà?
    Che tu solo lo sappia per vero:
    sono muto per difficoltà
    Te lo canto, il mio sollievo
    è il silenzio che ci parlerà
    Che tu solo lo sappia per vero:
    tutto qua

    "...La gioia è una bolla, tesoro
    ci gonfia di ebbra ingenuità
    poi scoppia e si perde dovunque nel tempo

    La gioia è una stella, tesoro
    sempre tu la vagheggerai
    perse le forze nel tuo lamento..."

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    Myxomatosis-Radiohead

    The mongrel cat came home
    holding half a head
    proceeded to show it off
    to all his new found friends
    he said “i been where i liked
    i slept with who i like
    she ate me up for breakfast
    and screwed me in a vice
    but now i don't know why
    i feel so tongue-tied”
    i sat in the cupboard
    and wrote it down real neat
    they were cheering and waving
    cheering and waving
    twitching and salivating like with myxomatosis
    but it got edited fucked up
    strangled beaten up
    used in a photo in time magazine
    buried in a burning black hole in devon
    and i don't know why
    i feel so tongue-tied
    i don't know why
    i feel so skinned alive
    my thoughts are misguided and a little naive
    i twitch and i salivate like with myxomatosis
    you should put me in a home
    or you should put me down
    i got myxomatosis
    i got myxomatosis
    now no one likes a smart ass
    but we all like stars
    but that wasn't my intention
    i did it for a reason
    it must have got mixed up
    strangled beaten up
    i got myxomatosis
    i got myxomatosis
    but i don't know why
    i feel so tongue-tied

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    The Beatles - Yesterday

    Yesterday, all my troubles seemed so far away
    Now it looks as though they're here to stay
    Oh, I believe in yesterday

    Suddenly, I'm not half the man I used to be
    There's a shadow hanging over me.
    Oh, I yesterday came suddenly

    Why she had to go I don't know she wouldn't say
    I said something wrong, now I long for yesterday

    Yesterday, love was such an easy game to play
    Now I need a place to hide away
    Oh, I believe in yesterday

    Why she had to go I don't know she wouldn't say
    I said something wrong, now I long for yesterday

    Yesterday, love was such an easy game to play
    Now I need a place to hide away
    Oh, I believe in yesterday

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    mi permetto di rispondere...

    Emiliana Torrini - Telepathy

    think of me
    very scientifically
    share your thoughts with me
    send them over land and sea

    they seep through walls
    echo down abandoned halls

    let me see your joy and fear

    how can it be, we never see
    what we have until it's gone
    why is it so, we never know
    what we have until it's gone

    the more i try
    all the faster you'll slip by
    so vaporize
    slide to me like liquid ice

    i can see into your eyes

    why is it so, we never know
    what we have until it's gone

    until we burn, we never learn
    what we have until it's gone

    scientificl

    scientificl

    i can see into your eyes
    deepest blue of winter skies!

    why is it so, we never know
    what we have until it's gone

    until we burn, we never learn
    what we have until it's gone

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    Pop-Afterhours

    Muore la forma il verbo ed il sapore
    muore il desiderio, la voglia e lo stupore
    muore l'idea di me che c'è nella tua mente
    perciò è meglio che tu non pensi a niente

    Mentre ti uccido l'anima
    mentre ti uccido
    mentre ti uccido l'anima
    proprio come tutto il resto ha fatto già

    I geniali progetti che sono tutti uguali
    ed i geniali discorsi diventano banali
    ma la cosa strana della nostra vita
    è che scivola fra le nostre dita

    Mentre ci uccide l'anima
    mentre ci uccide
    Mentre ci uccide l'anima
    proprio come tutto il resto fa

    E' facile andare senza guardarci in faccia
    che al 90% anche noi siamo fatti d'acqua
    mi ricordo la rabbia che hai disintegrato
    e ancora non sò se ti è piaciuto

    Mentre uccidevi l'anima
    mentre uccidevi
    Mentre uccidevi l'anima
    proprio come tutto il resto ha fatto già

  19. #219
    La Borga L'avatar di Valfuindor la Maia
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    Nightwish - She is my sin

    Take heed, dear heart
    Once apart, she can touch nor me nor you
    Dressed as one
    A wolf will betray a lamb

    Lead astray the gazers
    The razors on your seducing skin
    In the meadow of sinful thoughts
    Every flower's perfect

    To paradise with pleasure haunted by fear

    A sin for him
    Desire within
    A burning veil
    For the bride too dear for him
    A sin for him
    Desire within
    Fall in love with your deep dark sin

    I am the Fallen
    You are what my sins enclose
    Lust is not as creative
    As its discovery

    To paradise with pleasure haunted by fear

    A sin for him...

    Bless me, undress me
    Pick your prey in a wicked way
    God I must confess... I do envy the sinners

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    Joy Division - Disorder


    Sto aspettando da un po' che una guida arrivi e mi prenda per mano,
    Potrebbero queste sensazioni farmi sentire le gioie di un uomo normale?
    Queste sensazioni mi incuriosiscono appena per un altro giorno [ovvero: "nell'arco di un altro giorno della mia vita"],
    Ho un'anima, ma perdo sensibilità, reprimo le emozioni.

    Si fa più veloce, si muove più veloce adesso, è quasi fuori controllo,
    E' al decimo piano, giù per le scale di servizio, è una terra di nessuno,
    Le luci balenano ["lampeggiano", se volete, ma ci vuole un'idea di intermittenza simile ad un lampo che non so con che parola rendere in Italiano], la macchine si scontrano, è un'abitudine adesso,
    Ho un'anima, ma perdo sensibilità, in qualche modo la getto fuori.

    What means to you, what means to me, and we will meet again,
    I'm watching you, I'm watching her, I'll take no pity from you friends,
    Who is right, who can tell, and who gives a damn right now,
    Until the spirit new sensation takes hold, then you know,
    Until the spirit new sensation takes hold, then you know,
    Until the spirit new sensation takes hold, then you know,
    I've got the spirit, but lose the feeling,
    I've got the spirit, but lose the feeling,
    Feeling, feeling, feeling, feeling, feeling, feeling, feeling.

    Ciò che importa per te, ciò che importa per me, e ci rivedremo,
    Ti sto guardando, sto guardando lei, non voglio essere compatito dai tuoi amici,
    Chi è nel giusto, chi può giudicare, e chi cavolo se ne frega,
    Finché la nuova sensazione dell'animo prende il controllo, e allora saprai,
    Finché la nuova sensazione dell'animo prende il controllo, e allora saprai,
    Finché la nuova sensazione dell'animo prende il controllo, e allora saprai,
    Ho un'anima, ma sto perdendo sensibilità,
    Ho un'anima, ma sto perdendo sensibilità,
    Sensibilità, sensibilità, sensibilità, sensibilità, sensibilità, sensibilità.

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    Cometa-Marlene Kuntz

    Sono fuori come una cometa
    sono la sua polvere inquieta.
    Sono fuori un hoffman più di ieri:
    mi ricordo me stessa l'altro ieri
    Sono dentro la telefonata, sono fata,
    sono qui ma sono andata-non tornata
    voglio parlare con chi eri
    quel giorno che vivevo i tuoi pensieri

    Tipo mi dice che sono scema
    Chicca si sdruscia sulla schiena
    Piango e poi rido più di prima
    Tipo ammicca a una luna assai cretina
    Danzo nuotandoti nell'aria intorno
    in nebbia ritorno e mi trasformo
    Vago. Tu chiamami "cometa"
    dolce, fattissimo poeta

    Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds

    Lasciati chiamare altri cento e un giorno
    lascia che ti biascichi che ho sonno
    che sono spenti i miei occhi traslocati
    che sono chiusi ma se ne sono andati
    che son seduta su un vomito di maga
    che c'è una festa ma è altro che mi smaga
    che sono a casa di chi mi ha ospitata ma
    che sono in viaggio del tutto allucinata

    Lascia che ti dica che sto male
    lasciami e continua a non parlare

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    The Doors - The end

    This is the end
    Beautiful friend
    This is the end
    My only friend, the end

    Of our elaborate plans, the end
    Of everything that stands, the end
    No safety or surprise, the end
    I'll never look into your eyes...again

    Can you picture what will be
    So limitless and free
    Desperately in need...of some...stranger's hand
    In a...desperate land

    Lost in a Roman...wilderness of pain
    And all the children are insane
    All the children are insane
    Waiting for the summer rain, yeah

    There's danger on the edge of town
    Ride the King's highway, baby
    Weird scenes inside the gold mine
    Ride the highway west, baby

    Ride the snake, ride the snake
    To the lake, the ancient lake, baby
    The snake is long, seven miles
    Ride the snake...he's old, and his skin is cold

    The west is the best
    The west is the best
    Get here, and we'll do the rest

    The blue bus is callin' us
    The blue bus is callin' us
    Driver, where you taken' us

    The killer awoke before dawn, he put his boots on
    He took a face from the ancient gallery
    And he walked on down the hall
    He went into the room where his sister lived, and...then he
    Paid a visit to his brother, and then he
    He walked on down the hall, and
    And he came to a door...and he looked inside
    Father, yes son, I want to kill you
    Mother...I want to...fuck you

    C'mon baby, take a chance with us
    C'mon baby, take a chance with us
    C'mon baby, take a chance with us
    And meet me at the back of the blue bus
    Doin' a blue rock
    On a blue bus
    Doin' a blue rock
    C'mon, yeah

    Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill

    This is the end
    Beautiful friend
    This is the end
    My only friend, the end

    It hurts to set you free
    But you'll never follow me
    The end of laughter and soft lies
    The end of nights we tried to die

    This is the end

  23. #223
    il piccolo mugnaio L'avatar di bradbet
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    Pearl Jam - Immortality

    Vacate is the word... vengeance has no place on me or her
    Cannot find the comfort in this world
    Artificial tear... vessel stabbed... next up, volunteers
    Vulnerable, wisdom can't adhere...

    A truant finds home... and I wish to hold on...
    But there's a trapdoor in the sun... immortality...

    As privileged as a whore... victims in demand for public show
    Swept out through the cracks beneath the door
    Holier than thou, how?
    Surrendered... executed anyhow
    Scrawl dissolved, cigar box on the floor...

    A truant finds home... and I wish to hold on, too...
    But saw the trapdoor in the sun...

    Immortality...
    I cannot stop the thought... I'm running in the dark...
    Coming up a which way sign... all good truants must decide...
    Oh, stripped and sold, mom... auctioned forearm...
    And whiskers in the sink...
    Truants move on... cannot stay long
    Some die just to live...
    Ohh...

  24. #224
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    Slint - Breadcrumb Trail - Sentiero di Briciole di Pane
    Mi avviai per la via maestra. Stavo cercando la nave pirata quando vidi a un lato questa piccola e vecchia tenda. Era blu, e luci bianche stavano appese tutt'intorno. Decisi di ispezionare la tenda, mi sembrava di sentire musica proveniente dal suo interno.
    Mentre mi avvicinavo, superai una folla di persone davanti all'entrata secondaria. Non mi capacitavo del perché attendessero, in fila. Spinsi da un lato il drappo del tendone. C'erano una sfera di cristallo sul tavolo, e dietro di essa, una ragazza con un cappello. Sorrise, e mi chiese se volessi farmi predire il futuro. Dissi di sì, e mi sedetti. Ci pensai per un po', e le chiesi se non preferisse invece andare sulle montagne russe.
    Strisciare in alto, verso il cielo. Fermarsi in cima e cominciare a scendere. La ragazza mi afferrò la mano, che io strinsi, forte. Diedi l'arrivederci al terreno.
    Giù, lontano, un uomo sudicio. Una manciata di biglietti strappati ai suoi piedi [è chiaramente il "ticket-taker" di cui si parla più avanti: l'uomo strappa-biglietti].
    Guarda i bambini corrergli accanto. E si pulisce i denti con le dita. La testa inizia a girarmi, vorticosamente. Urlai, e scrutai il cielo in cerca d'aiuto. Sentii l'indovina che gridava dietro di me. Stendemmo le braccia ["to stick out" significa letteralmente "proiettare verso l'esterno (qualcosa)"] e andammo incontro ai venti.
    La ragazza inciampa mentre scende dalla piattaforma. Si tiene lo stomaco e comincia a vomitare. L'uomo strappa-biglietti sorride, e l'ultima carrozza [delle montagne russe] è pronta. Chi vi ha detto che ve ne potete andare?
    Il sole stava tramontando quando ce ne andammo. Camminammo per la distesa deserta, soli. Eravamo stanchi, ma riuscimmo a sorridere. Al cancello diedi la buonanotte all'indovina. L'insegna del luna park gettava ombre colorate sulla sua faccia, ma potrei giurare che lei stava arrossendo.

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    La Nebbia L'avatar di Wido
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    Serve che specifichi autore e titolo della canzone? ....



    Once upon a time you dressed so fine
    You threw the bums a dime in your prime, didn't you?
    People'd call, say, "Beware doll, you're bound to fall"
    You thought they were all kiddin' you
    You used to laugh about
    Everybody that was hangin' out
    Now you don't talk so loud
    Now you don't seem so proud
    About having to be scrounging for your next meal.

    How does it feel
    How does it feel
    To be without a home
    Like a complete unknown
    Like a rolling stone?

    You've gone to the finest school all right, Miss Lonely
    But you know you only used to get juiced in it
    And nobody has ever taught you how to live on the street
    And now you find out you're gonna have to get used to it
    You said you'd never compromise
    With the mystery tramp, but now you realize
    He's not selling any alibis
    As you stare into the vacuum of his eyes
    And ask him do you want to make a deal?

    How does it feel
    How does it feel
    To be on your own
    With no direction home
    Like a complete unknown
    Like a rolling stone?

    You never turned around to see the frowns on the jugglers and the clowns
    When they all come down and did tricks for you
    You never understood that it ain't no good
    You shouldn't let other people get your kicks for you
    You used to ride on the chrome horse with your diplomat
    Who carried on his shoulder a Siamese cat
    Ain't it hard when you discover that
    He really wasn't where it's at
    After he took from you everything he could steal.

    How does it feel
    How does it feel
    To be on your own
    With no direction home
    Like a complete unknown
    Like a rolling stone?

    Princess on the steeple and all the pretty people
    They're drinkin', thinkin' that they got it made
    Exchanging all kinds of precious gifts and things
    But you'd better lift your diamond ring, you'd better pawn it babe
    You used to be so amused
    At Napoleon in rags and the language that he used
    Go to him now, he calls you, you can't refuse
    When you got nothing, you got nothing to lose
    You're invisible now, you got no secrets to conceal.

    How does it feel
    How does it feel
    To be on your own
    With no direction home
    Like a complete unknown
    Like a rolling stone?


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