Re: La Canzone Del Giorno, Part 3
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Re: La Canzone Del Giorno, Part 3
The Cure - To wish impossible things
remember how it used to be
when the sun would fill up the sky
remember how we used to feel
those days would never end
those days would never end
remember how it used to be
when the stars would fill the sky
remember how we used to dream
those nights would never end
those nights would never end
it was the sweetness of your skin
it was the hope of all
we might have been
that fills me with the hope to wish
impossible things
but now the sun shines cold
and all the sky is grey
the stars are dimmed by
clouds and tears
and all i wish
is gone away
all i wish
is gone away
all i wish
is gone away
remember how it used to be
when the sun would fill up the sky
remember how we used to feel
those days would never end
those days would never end
remember how it used to be
when the stars would fill the sky
remember how we used to dream
those nights would never end
those nights would never end
it was the sweetness of your skin
it was the hope of all
we might have been
that fills me with the hope to wish
impossible things
but now the sun shines cold
and all the sky is grey
the stars are dimmed by
clouds and tears
and all i wish
is gone away
all i wish
is gone away
all i wish
is gone away
Nam Sibyllam quidem Cumis ego ipse oculis meis vidi in ampulla pendere,
et cum illi pueri dicerent: Σίβυλλα τί θέλεις; respondebat illa: ἀποθανεῖν θέλω.
et cum illi pueri dicerent: Σίβυλλα τί θέλεις; respondebat illa: ἀποθανεῖν θέλω.
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Re: La Canzone Del Giorno, Part 3
Locomotive Breath - Jethro Tull

In the shuffling madness
of the locomotive breath,
runs the all-time loser,
headlong to his death.
"Oh" He feels the piston scraping --
steam breaking on his brow --
old Charlie stole the handle and
the train "it" won't stop going --
no way to slow down. "OhooOh"
He sees his children "jumping" off
at the stations -- one by one.
His woman and his best friend --
in bed and having fun.
"Oh" He's crawling down the corridor
on his hands and knees --
old Charlie stole the handle and
the train "it" won't stop going --
no way to slow down. "Heaheya"
He hears the silence howling --
catches angels as they fall.
And the all-time winner
has got him by the balls.
"Oh" He picks up Gideons Bible --
open at page one --
I "THINK" God "he" stole the handle and
the train "it" won't stop going --
no way to slow down.
"no way to slow down
no way to slow down
no way to slow down
no way to slow down"

In the shuffling madness
of the locomotive breath,
runs the all-time loser,
headlong to his death.
"Oh" He feels the piston scraping --
steam breaking on his brow --
old Charlie stole the handle and
the train "it" won't stop going --
no way to slow down. "OhooOh"
He sees his children "jumping" off
at the stations -- one by one.
His woman and his best friend --
in bed and having fun.
"Oh" He's crawling down the corridor
on his hands and knees --
old Charlie stole the handle and
the train "it" won't stop going --
no way to slow down. "Heaheya"
He hears the silence howling --
catches angels as they fall.
And the all-time winner
has got him by the balls.
"Oh" He picks up Gideons Bible --
open at page one --
I "THINK" God "he" stole the handle and
the train "it" won't stop going --
no way to slow down.
"no way to slow down
no way to slow down
no way to slow down
no way to slow down"
Time to nut up or shut up...
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Re: La Canzone Del Giorno, Part 3
Kool & The Gang : Get Down On It
from the album "Something Special" (1981)

Get Down On It
What you gonna do? You want to get down?
Tell me
what you gonna do? Do you want to get down?
What you gonna do? You want to get down?
What you gonna do? You want to
get down? - Tell me.
Get down on it
get down on it
Get down on it
get down on it
come on and
Get down on it
get down on it
Get down on it
get down on it.
How you gonna do it if you
really don't want to dance
By standing on the wall?
Get your back up off the wall
tell me.
How you gonna do it if you
really don't want to dance
By standing on the wall. Get
your back up off the wall
'Cause I heard all the people sayin':
Get down on it
come on and
Get down on it - if you really want it
Get down on it - you gotta feel it
Get down on it - get down on it
get down on it
Come on and get down on it
baby
baby
Get down on it - get down on
it - get down on it.
I say people - what? What you gonna do?
You've gotta get on the groove
If you want your body to move
tell me
baby.
How you gonna do it if you
really don't want to dance
By standing on the wall? Get
your back up off the wall. -
Tell me.
How you gonna do it if you
really won't take a chance
By standing on the wall? Get your
back up off the wall.
'Cause I heard all the people sayin':
Get down on it - get down on
it - get down on it
Get down on it - when we're
dancin' - get down on it
Get down on it - get down on it
Get down on it - get down on it
Get down on it - come on and
Get down on it - baby
baby
Get down on it - get down on
it - get down on it.
What you gonna do? - Do you
want to get down?
What you gonna do? - Get your
back up off the wall.
Dance
come on get our back up off the wall.
Dance
come on!
Get down on it - come on and
Get down on it - if you really want it.
Get down on it - you gotta feel it
Get down on it - get down on it
Get down on it - come on and
Get down on it - get down on it
Get down on it - and while you're dancin'
Get down on it - get down on it
Get down on it - get down on it
Get down on it - get down on it
Get down on it - get down on it
Get down on it - you move me baby
when you move
Get down on it - get down on it
Get down on it - get down on it
Get down on it - get down on it
Get down on it - get your
back up off the wall
Get down on it - get down on it
Get down on it - get down on it
Get down on it - get your back up the wall

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from the album "Something Special" (1981)

Get Down On It
What you gonna do? You want to get down?
Tell me
what you gonna do? Do you want to get down?
What you gonna do? You want to get down?
What you gonna do? You want to
get down? - Tell me.
Get down on it
get down on it
Get down on it
get down on it
come on and
Get down on it
get down on it
Get down on it
get down on it.
How you gonna do it if you
really don't want to dance
By standing on the wall?
Get your back up off the wall
tell me.
How you gonna do it if you
really don't want to dance
By standing on the wall. Get
your back up off the wall
'Cause I heard all the people sayin':
Get down on it
come on and
Get down on it - if you really want it
Get down on it - you gotta feel it
Get down on it - get down on it
get down on it
Come on and get down on it
baby
baby
Get down on it - get down on
it - get down on it.
I say people - what? What you gonna do?
You've gotta get on the groove
If you want your body to move
tell me
baby.
How you gonna do it if you
really don't want to dance
By standing on the wall? Get
your back up off the wall. -
Tell me.
How you gonna do it if you
really won't take a chance
By standing on the wall? Get your
back up off the wall.
'Cause I heard all the people sayin':
Get down on it - get down on
it - get down on it
Get down on it - when we're
dancin' - get down on it
Get down on it - get down on it
Get down on it - get down on it
Get down on it - come on and
Get down on it - baby
baby
Get down on it - get down on
it - get down on it.
What you gonna do? - Do you
want to get down?
What you gonna do? - Get your
back up off the wall.
Dance
come on get our back up off the wall.
Dance
come on!
Get down on it - come on and
Get down on it - if you really want it.
Get down on it - you gotta feel it
Get down on it - get down on it
Get down on it - come on and
Get down on it - get down on it
Get down on it - and while you're dancin'
Get down on it - get down on it
Get down on it - get down on it
Get down on it - get down on it
Get down on it - get down on it
Get down on it - you move me baby
when you move
Get down on it - get down on it
Get down on it - get down on it
Get down on it - get down on it
Get down on it - get your
back up off the wall
Get down on it - get down on it
Get down on it - get down on it
Get down on it - get your back up the wall

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Re: La Canzone Del Giorno, Part 3
un pò di revival
The Clash - Rock the Cashbah
Now the king told the boogie men
You have to let that raga drop
The oil down the desert way
Has been shakin' to the top
The sheik he drove his Cadillac
He went a' cruisnin' down the ville
The muezzin was a' standing
On the radiator grille
CHORUS
The shareef don't like it
Rockin' the Casbah
Rock the Casbah
The shareef don't like it
Rockin' the Casbah
Rock the Casbah
By order of the prophet
We ban that boogie sound
Degenerate the faithful
With that crazy Casbah sound
But the Bedouin they brought out
The electric camel drum
The local guitar picker
Got his guitar picking thumb
As soon as the shareef
Had cleared the square
They began to wail
CHORUS
Now over at the temple
Oh! They really pack 'em in
The in crowd say it's cool
To dig this chanting thing
But as the wind changed direction
The temple band took five
The crowd caught a wiff
Of that crazy Casbah jive
CHORUS
The king called up his jet fighters
He said you better earn your pay
Drop your bombs between the minarets
Down the Casbah way
As soon as the shareef was
Chauffeured outta there
The jet pilots tuned to
The cockpit radio blare
As soon as the shareef was
Outta their hair
The jet pilots wailed
CHORUS
He thinks it's not kosher
Fundamentally he can't take it.
You know he really hates it.
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The Clash - Rock the Cashbah
Now the king told the boogie men
You have to let that raga drop
The oil down the desert way
Has been shakin' to the top
The sheik he drove his Cadillac
He went a' cruisnin' down the ville
The muezzin was a' standing
On the radiator grille
CHORUS
The shareef don't like it
Rockin' the Casbah
Rock the Casbah
The shareef don't like it
Rockin' the Casbah
Rock the Casbah
By order of the prophet
We ban that boogie sound
Degenerate the faithful
With that crazy Casbah sound
But the Bedouin they brought out
The electric camel drum
The local guitar picker
Got his guitar picking thumb
As soon as the shareef
Had cleared the square
They began to wail
CHORUS
Now over at the temple
Oh! They really pack 'em in
The in crowd say it's cool
To dig this chanting thing
But as the wind changed direction
The temple band took five
The crowd caught a wiff
Of that crazy Casbah jive
CHORUS
The king called up his jet fighters
He said you better earn your pay
Drop your bombs between the minarets
Down the Casbah way
As soon as the shareef was
Chauffeured outta there
The jet pilots tuned to
The cockpit radio blare
As soon as the shareef was
Outta their hair
The jet pilots wailed
CHORUS
He thinks it's not kosher
Fundamentally he can't take it.
You know he really hates it.
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Shilton meglio di Buffon (Pap)Raramente in vita mia ho visto dal vivo compiere interventi simili (Dazed)
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Re: La Canzone Del Giorno, Part 3
Timoria - Senza Vento
1993

E son qui, non c'é niente
strade, bar:
comunque mi difendo
e non mi arrendo
La mia età è il fuoco freddo
nato qui, vivo
e non credo in niente
Mi dici che trent' anni fa
fermaste un po' il mondo
mi dicono che vent' anni fa
era tutto diverso
Ma sono pronto / E libertà
Per volare senza vento
Come me anche tu
resti qui e vedi
le giornate già vissute
Dentro me, il risveglio
ciao a voi perché
domani parto
sweet reaction
Qualcosa di mio lo lascerò
in questo mio tempo
Saltando nel vuoto aspetterò
il nostro momento
Sono pronto / E libertà
Per volare senza vento
Sono pronto / E libertà
Per volare senza vento
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1993

E son qui, non c'é niente
strade, bar:
comunque mi difendo
e non mi arrendo
La mia età è il fuoco freddo
nato qui, vivo
e non credo in niente
Mi dici che trent' anni fa
fermaste un po' il mondo
mi dicono che vent' anni fa
era tutto diverso
Ma sono pronto / E libertà
Per volare senza vento
Come me anche tu
resti qui e vedi
le giornate già vissute
Dentro me, il risveglio
ciao a voi perché
domani parto
sweet reaction
Qualcosa di mio lo lascerò
in questo mio tempo
Saltando nel vuoto aspetterò
il nostro momento
Sono pronto / E libertà
Per volare senza vento
Sono pronto / E libertà
Per volare senza vento
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We bleed green & gold
Go Sonics!
Go Sonics!
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Re: La Canzone Del Giorno, Part 3
Bring On The Night - The Police
The afternoon has gently passed me by
The evening spreads its sail against the sky
Waiting for tomorrow, just another day
God bid yesterday good-bye
Bring on the night
I couldnt spend another hour of daylight
Bring on the night
I couldnt stand another hour of daylight
The future is but a question mark
Hangs above my head, there in the dark
Cant see for the brightness is staring me blind
God bid yesterday good-bye
Bring on the night
I couldnt spend another hour of daylight
Bring on the night
I couldnt stand another hour of daylight
I couldnt spend another hour of daylight
I couldnt stand another hour of daylight
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The afternoon has gently passed me by
The evening spreads its sail against the sky
Waiting for tomorrow, just another day
God bid yesterday good-bye
Bring on the night
I couldnt spend another hour of daylight
Bring on the night
I couldnt stand another hour of daylight
The future is but a question mark
Hangs above my head, there in the dark
Cant see for the brightness is staring me blind
God bid yesterday good-bye
Bring on the night
I couldnt spend another hour of daylight
Bring on the night
I couldnt stand another hour of daylight
I couldnt spend another hour of daylight
I couldnt stand another hour of daylight
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Re: La Canzone Del Giorno, Part 3
Uuh, che ricordi... Comunque a quei tempi Renga era indubbiamente un gran figo.RashardLewis wrote: Timoria - Senza Vento

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Re: La Canzone Del Giorno, Part 3
Franco Battiato - L'animale
Vivere non è difficile potendo poi rinascere
cambierei molte cose un po' di leggerezza e di stupidità.
Fingere, tu riesci a fingere, quando ti trovi accanto a me
mi dai sempre ragione e avrei voglia di dirti
ch' è meglio se sto solo...
Ma l' animale che mi porto dentro
non mi fa vivere felice mai
si prende tutto anche il caffè
mi rende schiavo delle mie passioni
e non si arrende mai e non sa attendere
e l' animale che mi porto dentro vuole te.
Dentro me segni di fuoco è l'acqua che li spegne
se vuoi farli bruciare tu lasciali nell' aria
oppure sulla terra.
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Vivere non è difficile potendo poi rinascere
cambierei molte cose un po' di leggerezza e di stupidità.
Fingere, tu riesci a fingere, quando ti trovi accanto a me
mi dai sempre ragione e avrei voglia di dirti
ch' è meglio se sto solo...
Ma l' animale che mi porto dentro
non mi fa vivere felice mai
si prende tutto anche il caffè
mi rende schiavo delle mie passioni
e non si arrende mai e non sa attendere
e l' animale che mi porto dentro vuole te.
Dentro me segni di fuoco è l'acqua che li spegne
se vuoi farli bruciare tu lasciali nell' aria
oppure sulla terra.
425,350
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Re: La Canzone Del Giorno, Part 3
...e, signore e signori, ancora da Regatta de Blanc:
The Police - Bed’s too big without you
Bed's too big without you
Cold wind blows right thru my open door
I can't sleep with your memory
Dreaming dreams of what used to be
When she left I was cold inside
That look on my face was just pride
No regrets no love no tears
Living on my own was the least of my fears
Bed's too big without you
The bed's too big without you
The bed's too big
Without you
Since that day when you'd gone
Just had to carry on
I get thru day but late at night
Made love to my pillow but it didn't feel right
Every day, just the same
Old rules for the same old game
All I gained was heartache
All I made was one mistake
Now the bed's too big without you
The bed's too big without you
The bed's too big
Without you
The Police - Bed’s too big without you
Bed's too big without you
Cold wind blows right thru my open door
I can't sleep with your memory
Dreaming dreams of what used to be
When she left I was cold inside
That look on my face was just pride
No regrets no love no tears
Living on my own was the least of my fears
Bed's too big without you
The bed's too big without you
The bed's too big
Without you
Since that day when you'd gone
Just had to carry on
I get thru day but late at night
Made love to my pillow but it didn't feel right
Every day, just the same
Old rules for the same old game
All I gained was heartache
All I made was one mistake
Now the bed's too big without you
The bed's too big without you
The bed's too big
Without you
Nam Sibyllam quidem Cumis ego ipse oculis meis vidi in ampulla pendere,
et cum illi pueri dicerent: Σίβυλλα τί θέλεις; respondebat illa: ἀποθανεῖν θέλω.
et cum illi pueri dicerent: Σίβυλλα τί θέλεις; respondebat illa: ἀποθανεῖν θέλω.
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Re: La Canzone Del Giorno, Part 3
Caparezza - Non mettere le mani in tasca
Album: Le Dimensioni Del Mio Caos
Fratello sai cos’è una tasca?
è una vasca in cui si annaspa
in cui ogni peccato è programmato più del Pascal
io te la perquisisco a mo’ di Qasba
ci trovo vizi e basta
sei nell’angolo più di Dizzee Rascal
non è Letizia la tua tizia non è Casta
lo deduco dall’hatu nella tua sacca
hai l’alito di grappa
ma datti alla pappa
come Gian Burrasca
brucerai all’inferno
come d’inverno una frasca
In tasca metti la mano
per etti d’Afgano
ma cosa sei, sei metallaro?
ma sentiti Al Bano!
mostri le zanne ma mio caro
hai i denti di Hamtaro
con tutti i mezzi
ti si fa a pezzi più del Meccano
Sei portato insano di tasche
ti conviene confessare
che con le mani in tasca vuoi protestare
Un anno nella cella è il posto dove stare
perché adesso noi comandiamo dall’est all’ovest, amen!
Fratello tu non mettere le mani in tasca
le mani in tasca, le mani in tasca
Io so che cosa fai tu con le mani in tasca
le mani in tasca, le mani in tasca
Fratello tu non mettere le mani in tasca
le mani in tasca, le mani in tasca
Io so che cosa fai tu con le mani in tasca
le mani in tasca, le mani in tasca
Era uno stato regresso
tentato dal sesso bendato
bombardato dal degrado
più di Belgrado dalla NATO
Uno stato in crisi invaso
da invasati invisi al Vaticano
coppie di fatto che stroncavano
i patti fatti a Laterano
Mentecatti blateravano
contro noi in ogni forum
c’era una sola soluzione come per il Gollum
Bang, bang, bang, bang!
quattro colpi al Quorum
riposi in pace il referendum in secula seculorum
Scomunicammo in nome di Dio
un libro di Dan Brown sul prioriato di Sion
dando l’avvio ad un’era di messa a morte
da Crozza ad Andrea Rivera passando per Harry Potter
E fu brusio di volantini sovversivi
fummo costretti ad adottare metodi repressivi
quindi fiato sul collo
c’è la galera per chi porta le tasche
perché nelle tasche non c’è controllo
Fratello tu non mettere le mani in tasca
le mani in tasca, le mani in tasca
Io so che cosa fai tu con le mani in tasca
le mani in tasca, le mani in tasca
Fratello tu non mettere le mani in tasca
le mani in tasca, le mani in tasca
Io so che cosa fai tu con le mani in tasca
le mani in tasca, le mani in tasca
Da quel momento chi porta una tasca
o è un’artista oppure un tossico
o entrambi come Basquiat
Gente a cui basta fare il contrario come bastian
per darsi più arie di quante ne abbia composte Bach Sebastian
Per questo sei stato arrestato
tu credi nella favola della libera tasca nel libero strato
Camillo Benso si è sbagliato
l’unica Libertas è quella che sta sullo scudo crociato
Ripetiamo:
«In nomine libertatis vincula edificamus»
(Coro) «In nomine libertatis vincula edificamus»
«In nomine veritatis mendacia efferimus»
(Coro) «In nomine veritatis mendacia efferimus»
Fratello tu non mettere le mani in tasca
le mani in tasca, le mani in tasca
Io so che cosa fai tu con le mani in tasca
le mani in tasca, le mani in tasca
Fratello tu non mettere le mani in tasca
le mani in tasca, le mani in tasca
Io so che cosa fai tu con le mani in tasca
le mani in tasca, le mani in tasca
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Album: Le Dimensioni Del Mio Caos
Fratello sai cos’è una tasca?
è una vasca in cui si annaspa
in cui ogni peccato è programmato più del Pascal
io te la perquisisco a mo’ di Qasba
ci trovo vizi e basta
sei nell’angolo più di Dizzee Rascal
non è Letizia la tua tizia non è Casta
lo deduco dall’hatu nella tua sacca
hai l’alito di grappa
ma datti alla pappa
come Gian Burrasca
brucerai all’inferno
come d’inverno una frasca
In tasca metti la mano
per etti d’Afgano
ma cosa sei, sei metallaro?
ma sentiti Al Bano!
mostri le zanne ma mio caro
hai i denti di Hamtaro
con tutti i mezzi
ti si fa a pezzi più del Meccano
Sei portato insano di tasche
ti conviene confessare
che con le mani in tasca vuoi protestare
Un anno nella cella è il posto dove stare
perché adesso noi comandiamo dall’est all’ovest, amen!
Fratello tu non mettere le mani in tasca
le mani in tasca, le mani in tasca
Io so che cosa fai tu con le mani in tasca
le mani in tasca, le mani in tasca
Fratello tu non mettere le mani in tasca
le mani in tasca, le mani in tasca
Io so che cosa fai tu con le mani in tasca
le mani in tasca, le mani in tasca
Era uno stato regresso
tentato dal sesso bendato
bombardato dal degrado
più di Belgrado dalla NATO
Uno stato in crisi invaso
da invasati invisi al Vaticano
coppie di fatto che stroncavano
i patti fatti a Laterano
Mentecatti blateravano
contro noi in ogni forum
c’era una sola soluzione come per il Gollum
Bang, bang, bang, bang!
quattro colpi al Quorum
riposi in pace il referendum in secula seculorum
Scomunicammo in nome di Dio
un libro di Dan Brown sul prioriato di Sion
dando l’avvio ad un’era di messa a morte
da Crozza ad Andrea Rivera passando per Harry Potter
E fu brusio di volantini sovversivi
fummo costretti ad adottare metodi repressivi
quindi fiato sul collo
c’è la galera per chi porta le tasche
perché nelle tasche non c’è controllo
Fratello tu non mettere le mani in tasca
le mani in tasca, le mani in tasca
Io so che cosa fai tu con le mani in tasca
le mani in tasca, le mani in tasca
Fratello tu non mettere le mani in tasca
le mani in tasca, le mani in tasca
Io so che cosa fai tu con le mani in tasca
le mani in tasca, le mani in tasca
Da quel momento chi porta una tasca
o è un’artista oppure un tossico
o entrambi come Basquiat
Gente a cui basta fare il contrario come bastian
per darsi più arie di quante ne abbia composte Bach Sebastian
Per questo sei stato arrestato
tu credi nella favola della libera tasca nel libero strato
Camillo Benso si è sbagliato
l’unica Libertas è quella che sta sullo scudo crociato
Ripetiamo:
«In nomine libertatis vincula edificamus»
(Coro) «In nomine libertatis vincula edificamus»
«In nomine veritatis mendacia efferimus»
(Coro) «In nomine veritatis mendacia efferimus»
Fratello tu non mettere le mani in tasca
le mani in tasca, le mani in tasca
Io so che cosa fai tu con le mani in tasca
le mani in tasca, le mani in tasca
Fratello tu non mettere le mani in tasca
le mani in tasca, le mani in tasca
Io so che cosa fai tu con le mani in tasca
le mani in tasca, le mani in tasca
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White Rabbit
Re: La Canzone Del Giorno, Part 3
The Blood Brothers - Ambulance vs Ambulance
Ambulance X extracts several consultants
from the slow gumming death at the office orifice.
Ambulance Y imprisons the sigh of the recent amputee
and dumps her in the xylophone trees.
Ambulance X scours the tanning complex for repunzels
rotting in their skin cooking coffins.
Ambulance Y drops the body off at the door step.
Ambulance X pulls you out of the party
and rubs your freckles like a DJ to his records
but Ambulance Y teaches you the word goodbye
and cuts off your hands to show you where you stand,
under the monolith of what is love and what is scam,
what is sun and what is tan.
The Ambulance Angels pull up to your doorstep
the sirens flash emergency,
"you'd better come quick."
The Ambulance Angels chisel a crack in your mouth,
and then they paint a landscape with your regret and shouts.
Roll tape and decode the moans,
ventilate the scandal from these locked up mouth holes.
You'll never see your wife
and children again so tell us what it was going through your head,
when you looked into their eyes
and said "no thanks i'll take the hooker instead"
You'll never see that office again
so when the nurse amputates both of your thighs
come a little bit closer to the mic
and tell us what you miss more your desk or the hungry sky.
The Ambulance Angels pull up to the graveyard,
and leave you there bubbling broken sonnets and shards.
The Ambulance Angels notify your next of kin
and show them the scrap book of your operation:
His head was a faucet leaking love, laughter and lies:
all his secret wishes, all his world famous sighs.
Before you remember, Oh yeah, before you give in,
just remember we're coming back for your children.
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Ambulance X extracts several consultants
from the slow gumming death at the office orifice.
Ambulance Y imprisons the sigh of the recent amputee
and dumps her in the xylophone trees.
Ambulance X scours the tanning complex for repunzels
rotting in their skin cooking coffins.
Ambulance Y drops the body off at the door step.
Ambulance X pulls you out of the party
and rubs your freckles like a DJ to his records
but Ambulance Y teaches you the word goodbye
and cuts off your hands to show you where you stand,
under the monolith of what is love and what is scam,
what is sun and what is tan.
The Ambulance Angels pull up to your doorstep
the sirens flash emergency,
"you'd better come quick."
The Ambulance Angels chisel a crack in your mouth,
and then they paint a landscape with your regret and shouts.
Roll tape and decode the moans,
ventilate the scandal from these locked up mouth holes.
You'll never see your wife
and children again so tell us what it was going through your head,
when you looked into their eyes
and said "no thanks i'll take the hooker instead"
You'll never see that office again
so when the nurse amputates both of your thighs
come a little bit closer to the mic
and tell us what you miss more your desk or the hungry sky.
The Ambulance Angels pull up to the graveyard,
and leave you there bubbling broken sonnets and shards.
The Ambulance Angels notify your next of kin
and show them the scrap book of your operation:
His head was a faucet leaking love, laughter and lies:
all his secret wishes, all his world famous sighs.
Before you remember, Oh yeah, before you give in,
just remember we're coming back for your children.
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- ze_ginius
- Senior

- Posts: 2359
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Re: La Canzone Del Giorno, Part 3
Pearl Jam - Jeremy

"At home
Drawing pictures
Of mountain tops
With him on top
Lemon yellow sun
Arms raised in a V
Dead lay in pools of maroon below
Daddy didn't give attention
To the fact that mommy didn't care
King Jeremy the wicked
Ruled his world
Jeremy spoke in class today
Jeremy spoke in class today
Clearly I remember
Pickin' on the boy
Seemed a harmless little fuck
But we unleashed a lion
Gnashed his teeth
And bit the recess lady's breast
How could I forget
He hit me with a surprise left
My jaw left hurting
Dropped wide open
Just like the day
Like the day I heard
Daddy didn't give affection
And the boy was something that mommy wouldn't wear
King Jeremy the wicked
Ruled his world
Jeremy spoke in class today
Jeremy spoke in class today
Try to forget this...
Try to erase this...
From the blackboard."

"At home
Drawing pictures
Of mountain tops
With him on top
Lemon yellow sun
Arms raised in a V
Dead lay in pools of maroon below
Daddy didn't give attention
To the fact that mommy didn't care
King Jeremy the wicked
Ruled his world
Jeremy spoke in class today
Jeremy spoke in class today
Clearly I remember
Pickin' on the boy
Seemed a harmless little fuck
But we unleashed a lion
Gnashed his teeth
And bit the recess lady's breast
How could I forget
He hit me with a surprise left
My jaw left hurting
Dropped wide open
Just like the day
Like the day I heard
Daddy didn't give affection
And the boy was something that mommy wouldn't wear
King Jeremy the wicked
Ruled his world
Jeremy spoke in class today
Jeremy spoke in class today
Try to forget this...
Try to erase this...
From the blackboard."
Time to nut up or shut up...
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Jacoby
- Rookie

- Posts: 486
- Joined: 15/06/2008, 18:31
- Location: La Spezia
Re: La Canzone Del Giorno, Part 3
Depeche Mode - Somebody
I want somebody to share
Share the rest of my life
Share my innermost thoughts
Know my intimate details
Someone who'll stand by my side
And give me support
And in return
She'll get my support
She will listen to me
When I want to speak
About the world we live in
And life in general
Though my views may be wrong
They may even be perverted
She will hear me out
And won't easily be converted
To my way of thinking
In fact she'll often disagree
But at the end of it all
She will understand me
I want somebody who cares
For me passionately
With every thought and with
Every breath
Someone who'll help me see things
In a different light
All the things I detect
I will almost like
I don't want to be tied
To anyone's strings
I'm carefully trying to steer clear
Of those things
But when I'm asleep
I want somebody
Who will put their arms around me
And kiss me tenderly
Though things like this
Make me sick
In a case like this
I'll get away with it
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I want somebody to share
Share the rest of my life
Share my innermost thoughts
Know my intimate details
Someone who'll stand by my side
And give me support
And in return
She'll get my support
She will listen to me
When I want to speak
About the world we live in
And life in general
Though my views may be wrong
They may even be perverted
She will hear me out
And won't easily be converted
To my way of thinking
In fact she'll often disagree
But at the end of it all
She will understand me
I want somebody who cares
For me passionately
With every thought and with
Every breath
Someone who'll help me see things
In a different light
All the things I detect
I will almost like
I don't want to be tied
To anyone's strings
I'm carefully trying to steer clear
Of those things
But when I'm asleep
I want somebody
Who will put their arms around me
And kiss me tenderly
Though things like this
Make me sick
In a case like this
I'll get away with it
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- Pro

- Posts: 9231
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