I'm waiting for the man - Velvet Underground
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Re: La Canzone Del Giorno, Part 5
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Re: La Canzone Del Giorno, Part 5
I would like to introduce to you, directly from the bar... Mr. Paul Weller
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Re: La Canzone Del Giorno, Part 5
Creedence Clearwater Revival - Lodi
Just about a year ago, I set out on the road,
Seekin' my fame and fortune, lookin' for a pot of gold.
Things got bad, and things got worse, I guess you will know the tune.
Oh ! Lord, Stuck in Lodi again.
Rode in on the Greyhound, I'll be walkin' out if I go.
I was just passin' through, must be seven months or more.
Ran out of time and money, looks like they took my friends.
Oh ! Lord, I'm stuck in Lodi again.
The man from the magazine said I was on my way.
Somewhere I lost connections, ran out of songs to play.
I came into town, a one night stand, looks like my plans fell through
Oh ! Lord, Stuck in Lodi again.
Mmmm...
If I only had a dollar, for ev'ry song I've sung.
And ev'ry time I've had to play while people sat there drunk.
You know, I'd catch the next train back to where I live.
Oh ! Lord, I'm stuck in Lodi again.
Oh ! Lord, I'm stuck in Lodi again.
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Just about a year ago, I set out on the road,
Seekin' my fame and fortune, lookin' for a pot of gold.
Things got bad, and things got worse, I guess you will know the tune.
Oh ! Lord, Stuck in Lodi again.
Rode in on the Greyhound, I'll be walkin' out if I go.
I was just passin' through, must be seven months or more.
Ran out of time and money, looks like they took my friends.
Oh ! Lord, I'm stuck in Lodi again.
The man from the magazine said I was on my way.
Somewhere I lost connections, ran out of songs to play.
I came into town, a one night stand, looks like my plans fell through
Oh ! Lord, Stuck in Lodi again.
Mmmm...
If I only had a dollar, for ev'ry song I've sung.
And ev'ry time I've had to play while people sat there drunk.
You know, I'd catch the next train back to where I live.
Oh ! Lord, I'm stuck in Lodi again.
Oh ! Lord, I'm stuck in Lodi again.
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Re: La Canzone Del Giorno, Part 5
Dall'album uscito postumo qualche giorno fa, un'altra cover del pezzo di Cohen realizzata dalla sfortunata Giovagnini, scomparsa lo scorso gennaio... dopo la versione di Buckley, è la mia versione preferita...
Valentina Giovagnini - Hallelujah
2009
i heard there was a secret chord
that david played and it pleased the lord
but you don't really care for music, do you
well it goes like this the fourth, the fifth
the minor fall and the major lift
the baffled king composing hallelujah
hallelujah...
well your faith was strong but you needed proof
you saw her bathing on the roof
her beauty and the moonlight overthrew you
she tied you to her kitchen chair
she broke your throne and she cut your hair
and from your lips she drew the hallelujah
hallelujah...
baby i've been here before
i've seen this room and i've walked this floor
i used to live alone before i knew you
i've seen your flag on the marble arch
but love is not a victory march
it's a cold and it's a broken hallelujah
hallelujah...
well there was a time when you let me know
what's really going on below
but now you never show that to me do you
but remember when i moved in you
and the holy dove was moving too
and every breath we drew was hallelujah
well, maybe there's a god above
but all i've ever learned from love
was how to shoot somebody who outdrew you
it's not a cry that you hear at night
it's not somebody who's seen the light
it's a cold and it's a broken hallelujah
hallelujah...
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Valentina Giovagnini - Hallelujah
2009
i heard there was a secret chord
that david played and it pleased the lord
but you don't really care for music, do you
well it goes like this the fourth, the fifth
the minor fall and the major lift
the baffled king composing hallelujah
hallelujah...
well your faith was strong but you needed proof
you saw her bathing on the roof
her beauty and the moonlight overthrew you
she tied you to her kitchen chair
she broke your throne and she cut your hair
and from your lips she drew the hallelujah
hallelujah...
baby i've been here before
i've seen this room and i've walked this floor
i used to live alone before i knew you
i've seen your flag on the marble arch
but love is not a victory march
it's a cold and it's a broken hallelujah
hallelujah...
well there was a time when you let me know
what's really going on below
but now you never show that to me do you
but remember when i moved in you
and the holy dove was moving too
and every breath we drew was hallelujah
well, maybe there's a god above
but all i've ever learned from love
was how to shoot somebody who outdrew you
it's not a cry that you hear at night
it's not somebody who's seen the light
it's a cold and it's a broken hallelujah
hallelujah...
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Re: La Canzone Del Giorno, Part 5
Una delle mie preferite da Vitalogy
Pearl Jam - Immortality
"Vacate, is the word.
Vengeance has no place so near to 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 a 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 of running in the dark.
Coming up a which way sign.
All good truants must decide.
Oh, stripped and sold mom.
An auctioned forearm and whiskers in the sink.
Truants move on, cannot stay long.
Some die just to live.."
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fJuHfPdt68A
Video dal bellissimo DvD immagine in cornice
Pearl Jam - Immortality
"Vacate, is the word.
Vengeance has no place so near to 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 a 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 of running in the dark.
Coming up a which way sign.
All good truants must decide.
Oh, stripped and sold mom.
An auctioned forearm and whiskers in the sink.
Truants move on, cannot stay long.
Some die just to live.."
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fJuHfPdt68A
Video dal bellissimo DvD immagine in cornice
Da quando è uscito il film, la colonna sonora non è più uscita dal mio iPod: fantastica...shilton wrote: Long Nights
Time to nut up or shut up...
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Re: La Canzone Del Giorno, Part 5
Per usare un eufemismo direi che non è il mio genere, probabilmente è agli antipodi dei miei gusti, ma incuriosito da un post in un altro topic ho cercato qualche canzone dei remix fatti all'album dei kings of convenience.
Questo fatto dai royksopp mi ha preso parecchio.
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Questo fatto dai royksopp mi ha preso parecchio.
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Re: La Canzone Del Giorno, Part 5
Belly : Dusted
from the album "Star" (1993)
Dusted
Baby's playing dead in cellar
Gave her water, just got paler
Grass stains, back burns
She's a screamer
She's just dusted, leave her
If you see her, don't upset her
Never seems to get much better
Grass stains, back burns
She's a screamer
She's just dusted, leave her
Her hmmm hmmm goes to your heart
Her hmmm hmmm sticks in your head
Hmmm Hmmm Hmmm Hmmm Huh Huh
Baby's playing dead in cellar
Gave her water, just got paler
Grass stains, back burns
She's a screamer
She's just dusted, leave her
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from the album "Star" (1993)
Dusted
Baby's playing dead in cellar
Gave her water, just got paler
Grass stains, back burns
She's a screamer
She's just dusted, leave her
If you see her, don't upset her
Never seems to get much better
Grass stains, back burns
She's a screamer
She's just dusted, leave her
Her hmmm hmmm goes to your heart
Her hmmm hmmm sticks in your head
Hmmm Hmmm Hmmm Hmmm Huh Huh
Baby's playing dead in cellar
Gave her water, just got paler
Grass stains, back burns
She's a screamer
She's just dusted, leave her
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Re: La Canzone Del Giorno, Part 5
The Dear Hunter - Red Hands
Even if you'd never strayed from me,
I'd question your fidelity.
There'd always be a shroud of suspicion
And my heart's a liability
With your hands maroon, so freshly red,
You'd wrap your lips around my neck.
Try and force to love the thought of me.
Simple motions make me ill.
Was it bitter when you tossed and turned
On an undercover mattress?
Did it feel so good? Hope it felt so good.
Don't know what I'd do if you lost sleep over little old me.
He's so much better.
They're all much better.
Take off your sweater, your shoes, and your shirt, and get to work.
Maybe this is just a work of art.
Scripted players in a play of lust.
Hope the end is well worth waiting for
Everything you wished there'd be
Was it bitter when you tossed and turned
On an undercover mattress?
Did it feel so good? Hope it felt so good.
Don't know what I'd do if you lost sleep over little old me.
He's so much better.
They're all much better.
Take off your sweater, your shoes, and your shirt, and get to work.
Oh my god, what have I done?
Now my darling, put your clothes back on.
Cause you can't be caught red-handed if you're not red-handed.
My darling, if I ever said those words to you,
I was pulling out my heart so I could pin it to my sleeve
On display for you to see, I'm on display.
Oh my god, what have I done?
Now my darling, put your clothes back on.
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Even if you'd never strayed from me,
I'd question your fidelity.
There'd always be a shroud of suspicion
And my heart's a liability
With your hands maroon, so freshly red,
You'd wrap your lips around my neck.
Try and force to love the thought of me.
Simple motions make me ill.
Was it bitter when you tossed and turned
On an undercover mattress?
Did it feel so good? Hope it felt so good.
Don't know what I'd do if you lost sleep over little old me.
He's so much better.
They're all much better.
Take off your sweater, your shoes, and your shirt, and get to work.
Maybe this is just a work of art.
Scripted players in a play of lust.
Hope the end is well worth waiting for
Everything you wished there'd be
Was it bitter when you tossed and turned
On an undercover mattress?
Did it feel so good? Hope it felt so good.
Don't know what I'd do if you lost sleep over little old me.
He's so much better.
They're all much better.
Take off your sweater, your shoes, and your shirt, and get to work.
Oh my god, what have I done?
Now my darling, put your clothes back on.
Cause you can't be caught red-handed if you're not red-handed.
My darling, if I ever said those words to you,
I was pulling out my heart so I could pin it to my sleeve
On display for you to see, I'm on display.
Oh my god, what have I done?
Now my darling, put your clothes back on.
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Re: La Canzone Del Giorno, Part 5
Heroes del Silencio - Entre Dos Tierras
te puedes vender,
cualquier oferta es buena
si quieres poder.
qué fácil es,
abrir tanto la boca para opinar
y si te piensas echar atrás
tienes muchas huellas que borrar
déjame, que yo no tengo la culpa de verte caer
si yo no tengo la culpa de verte caer.
pierdes la fe,
cualquier esperanza es vana
y no sé qué creer;
pepepepepero olvídame que nadie te ha llamado
y ya estás otra vez
déjame, que yo no tengo la culpa de verte caer
si yo no tengo la culpa de ver que...
entre dos tierras estás
y no dejas aire que respirar
entre dos tierras estás
y no dejas aire que respirar
déjalo ya,
no seas membrillo y
permite pasar
y si no piensas echar atrás
tienes mucho barro que tragar
déjame, que yo no tengo la culpa de verte caer
si yo no tengo la culpa de ver que...
entre dos tierras estás
y no dejas aire que respirar
entre dos tierras estás
y no dejas aire que respirar
déjame, que yo no tengo la culpa de verte caer
si yo no tengo la culpa de ver que...
entre dos tierras estás
y no dejas aire que respirar
entre dos tierras estás
y no dejas aire que respirar.
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te puedes vender,
cualquier oferta es buena
si quieres poder.
qué fácil es,
abrir tanto la boca para opinar
y si te piensas echar atrás
tienes muchas huellas que borrar
déjame, que yo no tengo la culpa de verte caer
si yo no tengo la culpa de verte caer.
pierdes la fe,
cualquier esperanza es vana
y no sé qué creer;
pepepepepero olvídame que nadie te ha llamado
y ya estás otra vez
déjame, que yo no tengo la culpa de verte caer
si yo no tengo la culpa de ver que...
entre dos tierras estás
y no dejas aire que respirar
entre dos tierras estás
y no dejas aire que respirar
déjalo ya,
no seas membrillo y
permite pasar
y si no piensas echar atrás
tienes mucho barro que tragar
déjame, que yo no tengo la culpa de verte caer
si yo no tengo la culpa de ver que...
entre dos tierras estás
y no dejas aire que respirar
entre dos tierras estás
y no dejas aire que respirar
déjame, que yo no tengo la culpa de verte caer
si yo no tengo la culpa de ver que...
entre dos tierras estás
y no dejas aire que respirar
entre dos tierras estás
y no dejas aire que respirar.
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Re: La Canzone Del Giorno, Part 5
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 5
Artista: Korn
Album: Follow The Leader
Titolo: It's On
Come on!
Save some for me, it's what I like.
I wanna play, you know it's time.
Something is calling, I can't keep from falling.
Come on!
It's on!
You'll see it's my fault, angels stabbing me inside.
Nothing changes, just rearranges, for me this time.
Once I give in, what can I fight?
I can never win, my self I don't like,
I don't like, I don't like, I don't like.
Something is calling, I can't keep from falling.
Come on!
It's on!
You'll see it's my fault, angels stabbing me inside.
Nothing changes, just rearranges, for me this time.
This time.
This... time.
Pull me inside.
Put me inside.
Hold me this time.
Put me inside.
Come on!
It's on!
Come on!
It's on!
Come on!
It's on!
Come on!
It's on!
IT'S ON!
Album: Follow The Leader
Titolo: It's On
Come on!
Save some for me, it's what I like.
I wanna play, you know it's time.
Something is calling, I can't keep from falling.
Come on!
It's on!
You'll see it's my fault, angels stabbing me inside.
Nothing changes, just rearranges, for me this time.
Once I give in, what can I fight?
I can never win, my self I don't like,
I don't like, I don't like, I don't like.
Something is calling, I can't keep from falling.
Come on!
It's on!
You'll see it's my fault, angels stabbing me inside.
Nothing changes, just rearranges, for me this time.
This time.
This... time.
Pull me inside.
Put me inside.
Hold me this time.
Put me inside.
Come on!
It's on!
Come on!
It's on!
Come on!
It's on!
Come on!
It's on!
IT'S ON!
Stampa digitale e altro..www.lalternativamilazzo.com
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Re: La Canzone Del Giorno, Part 5
Jamie Cullum - Gran Torino
So tenderly
Your story is
Nothing more
Than what you see
Or
What you've done
Or will become
Standing strong
Do you belong
In your skin
Just wondering
Gentle now
The tender breeze
Blows
Whispers through
My Gran Torino
Whistling another
Tired song
Engine humms
And bitter dreams
Grow heart locked
In a Gran Torino
It beats
A lonely rhythm
All night long
It beats
A lonely rhythm
All night long
It beats
A lonely rhythm
All night long
Realign all
The stars
Above my head
Warning signs
Travel far
I drink instead
On my own
Oh,how I've known
The battle scars
And worn out beds
Gentle now
A tender breeze
Blows
Whispers through
A Gran Torino
Whistling another
Tired song
Engines humm
And bitter dreams
Grow
Heart locked
In a Gran Torino
It beats
A lonely rhythm
All night long
These streets
Are old
They shine
With the things
I've known
And breaks
Through
The trees
Their sparkling
Your world
Is nothing more
Than all
The tiny things
You've left
Behind
So tenderly
Your story is
Nothing more
Than what you see
Or
What you've done
Or will become
Standing strong
Do you belong
In your skin
Just wondering
Gentle now
A tender breeze
Blows
Whispers through
The Gran Torino
Whistling another
Tired song
Engines humm
And bitter dreams
Grow
A heart locked
In a Gran Torino
It beats
A lonely rhythm
All night long
May I be
So bold and stay
I need someone
To hold
That shudders
My skin
Their sparkling
Your world
Is nothing more
Than all
The tiny things
You've left
Behind
So realign
All the stars
Above my head
Warning signs
Travel far
I drink instead
On my own
Oh
How i've known
The battle scars
And worn out beds
Gentle now
A tender breeze
Blows
Whispers through
The Gran Torino
Whistling another
Tired song
Engines humm
And better dreams
Grow
Heart locked
In a Gran Torino
It beats
A lonely rhythm
All night long
It beats
A lonely rhythm
All night long
It beats
A lonely rhythm
All night long
So tenderly
Your story is
Nothing more
Than what you see
Or
What you've done
Or will become
Standing strong
Do you belong
In your skin
Just wondering
Gentle now
The tender breeze
Blows
Whispers through
My Gran Torino
Whistling another
Tired song
Engine humms
And bitter dreams
Grow heart locked
In a Gran Torino
It beats
A lonely rhythm
All night long
It beats
A lonely rhythm
All night long
It beats
A lonely rhythm
All night long
Realign all
The stars
Above my head
Warning signs
Travel far
I drink instead
On my own
Oh,how I've known
The battle scars
And worn out beds
Gentle now
A tender breeze
Blows
Whispers through
A Gran Torino
Whistling another
Tired song
Engines humm
And bitter dreams
Grow
Heart locked
In a Gran Torino
It beats
A lonely rhythm
All night long
These streets
Are old
They shine
With the things
I've known
And breaks
Through
The trees
Their sparkling
Your world
Is nothing more
Than all
The tiny things
You've left
Behind
So tenderly
Your story is
Nothing more
Than what you see
Or
What you've done
Or will become
Standing strong
Do you belong
In your skin
Just wondering
Gentle now
A tender breeze
Blows
Whispers through
The Gran Torino
Whistling another
Tired song
Engines humm
And bitter dreams
Grow
A heart locked
In a Gran Torino
It beats
A lonely rhythm
All night long
May I be
So bold and stay
I need someone
To hold
That shudders
My skin
Their sparkling
Your world
Is nothing more
Than all
The tiny things
You've left
Behind
So realign
All the stars
Above my head
Warning signs
Travel far
I drink instead
On my own
Oh
How i've known
The battle scars
And worn out beds
Gentle now
A tender breeze
Blows
Whispers through
The Gran Torino
Whistling another
Tired song
Engines humm
And better dreams
Grow
Heart locked
In a Gran Torino
It beats
A lonely rhythm
All night long
It beats
A lonely rhythm
All night long
It beats
A lonely rhythm
All night long
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Re: La Canzone Del Giorno, Part 5
Sonata Arctica - Replica
"I'm home again, I won the war, and now I am behind
your door. I tried so hard to obey the law, and see the
meaning of this all. Remember me? Before the war.
I'm the man who lived next door. Long ago...
As you can see, when you look at me, I'm pieces of
what I used to be. It's easier when you don't see me
standing on my own two feet. I'm taller when I sit
here still, you ask are all my dreams fulfilled.
They made me a heart of steel, the kind them bullets
cannot see, yeah...
Nothing's what it seems to be,
I'm a replica, I'm a replica
Empty shell inside of me
I'm not myself, I'm a replica of me...
The light is green, my slate is clean, new life to fill
the hole in me. I had no name, last December, Christmas
Eve I can't remember. I was in a constant pain, I saw
your shadow in the rain. I painted all your pictures red,
I wish I had stayed home instead.yeah!!
Nothing's what it seems to be,
I'm a replica, I'm a replica
Empty shell inside of me
I'm not myself, I'm a replica of me...
Are you gonna leave me now, when it is all over
Are you gonna leave me, is my world now over...
Raising from the place I've been, and trying to keep
my home base clean. Now I'm here and won't go back believe.
I fall asleep and dream a dream, I'm floating in the
silent stream. No-one placing blame on me
But nothing's what it seems to be, yeah!!
Nothing's what it seems to be,
I'm a replica, I'm a replica
Empty shell inside of me
I'm not myself, I'm a replica
Nothing's what it seems to be,
I'm a replica.
Empty shell inside of me
I'm a replica.
Nothing's what it seems to be,
I'm a replica
Empty shell inside of me
I'm a replica of me.....
I'm home again, I won the war, and now I am behind
the door. I tried so hard to obey the law, see the
meaning of this all. Remember me? Before the war.
I'm the man who lived...
"
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WedbVDEwW_A
"I'm home again, I won the war, and now I am behind
your door. I tried so hard to obey the law, and see the
meaning of this all. Remember me? Before the war.
I'm the man who lived next door. Long ago...
As you can see, when you look at me, I'm pieces of
what I used to be. It's easier when you don't see me
standing on my own two feet. I'm taller when I sit
here still, you ask are all my dreams fulfilled.
They made me a heart of steel, the kind them bullets
cannot see, yeah...
Nothing's what it seems to be,
I'm a replica, I'm a replica
Empty shell inside of me
I'm not myself, I'm a replica of me...
The light is green, my slate is clean, new life to fill
the hole in me. I had no name, last December, Christmas
Eve I can't remember. I was in a constant pain, I saw
your shadow in the rain. I painted all your pictures red,
I wish I had stayed home instead.yeah!!
Nothing's what it seems to be,
I'm a replica, I'm a replica
Empty shell inside of me
I'm not myself, I'm a replica of me...
Are you gonna leave me now, when it is all over
Are you gonna leave me, is my world now over...
Raising from the place I've been, and trying to keep
my home base clean. Now I'm here and won't go back believe.
I fall asleep and dream a dream, I'm floating in the
silent stream. No-one placing blame on me
But nothing's what it seems to be, yeah!!
Nothing's what it seems to be,
I'm a replica, I'm a replica
Empty shell inside of me
I'm not myself, I'm a replica
Nothing's what it seems to be,
I'm a replica.
Empty shell inside of me
I'm a replica.
Nothing's what it seems to be,
I'm a replica
Empty shell inside of me
I'm a replica of me.....
I'm home again, I won the war, and now I am behind
the door. I tried so hard to obey the law, see the
meaning of this all. Remember me? Before the war.
I'm the man who lived...
"
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WedbVDEwW_A
Black Mamba wrote: Jamie Cullum - Gran Torino
Time to nut up or shut up...
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Re: La Canzone Del Giorno, Part 5
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.