Re: La Canzone Del Giorno, Part 6

Emmanuelle · Post by **Emmanuelle** » 25/05/2010, 22:15

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fantastica, fantastica.

Sancho Panza · Post by **Sancho Panza** » 26/05/2010, 0:11

CCCP Fedeli alla linea - Tu menti ("Socialismo e Barbarie", 1987)

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Tu menti tu menti tu menti menti
conosco chi conosci tu
so dove vai
ti sei preso in giro
ti sei rovinato
ti hanno fottuto
fregato fregato
eri così carino
eri così carino
pigro di testa
e ben vestito
non fai niente di male
niente di ciò che credi
non sai quello che vuoi
non riuscirai ad averlo
niente è gratis
niente è a posto
le insegne luminose attirano gli allocchi
eri così carino
eri così carino
pigro di testa
e ben vestito
affrettati fa presto
il gioco volge al termine
punta sul nero
punta sul rosso
punta di più
il gioco è fatto
la posta sei tu
eri così carino
eri così carino
pigro di testa
e ben vestito
questa volta sul serio
dicono sempre così:
"io sono l'Anarchia"
"ecco un altro Anticristo"
ma eri solo carino
proprio carino
pigro di testa
e ben vestito
senza i blue jeans
eri carino
proprio un amore di ragazzino

detroit89 · Post by **detroit89** » 26/05/2010, 0:21

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A mano a mano ti accorgi che il vento
Ti soffia sul viso e ti ruba un sorriso
La bella stagione che sta per finire
Ti soffia sul cuore e ti ruba l'amore
A mano a mano si scioglie nel pianto
Quel dolce ricordo sbiadito dal tempo
Di quando vivevi con me in una stanza
Non c'erano soldi ma tanta speranza
E a mano a mano mi perdi e ti perdo
E quello che è stato ti sembra più assurdo
Di quando la notte eri sempre più vera
E non come adesso nei sabato sera....
Ma...dammi la mano e torna vicino
Può nascere un fiore nel nostro giardino
Che neanche l'inverno potrà mai gelare
Può crescere un fiore da questo mio amore per te
E a mano a mano vedrai che nel tempo
Lì sopra il suo viso lo stesso sorriso
Che il vento crudele ti aveva rubato
Che torna fedele
L'amore è tornato da te....
Ma...dammi la mano e torna vicino
Può nascere un fiore nel nostro giardino
Che neanche l'inverno potrà mai gelare
Può crescere un fiore da questo mio amore per te

Stupenda

MattBellamy · Post by **MattBellamy** » 26/05/2010, 11:28

Bounce wrote: chi c'è a San Siro a Giugno!?

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Devo rispondere?

Post by **shilton** » 26/05/2010, 14:04

HARRY NILSSON

Everybody's Talkin'

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Everybody's talking at me I don't hear a word they're saying Only the echoes of my mind People stopping staring I can't see their faces Only the shadows of their eyes I'm going where the sun keeps shining Thru' the pouring rain Going where the weather suits my clothes Backing off of the North East wind Sailing on summer breeze And skipping over the ocean like a stone

RashardLewis · Post by **RashardLewis** » 26/05/2010, 20:48

Ambeon - Cold Metal
2001

Lying on my back on a railway
Looking at the sky and its full moon
In the back of my head I feel
the rumbling wheels
Shaking my memories
It's getting darker and darker and darker
My hands are frozen and steam
comes out of my mouth
As I whisper my last words
see them fade away

[Chorus:]
The train is moving forward and closer
Can't stand up and walk away
Once I made my mind up so long ago
Now I can't change
It is just too bad

I feel so left alone, so forgotten
Nobody knows where I am, no one misses me
Cold water runs from my eyes
And the cold is freezing my last tears
Like I'm only half in my body, I can't feel
I think I'm already half gone, I can't think
It's getting colder and colder and colder
I can't breathe

[Chorus]

Cold metal - burning in my back
Cold cold metal - freezing
Cold cold metal - my head will burst open
Cold cold metal - it's been too much

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LorDQ · Post by **LorDQ** » 27/05/2010, 0:47

Wolfmother - Tales From The Forest Of Gnomes

Oh my friend don't get caught in yesterday,
All the things we've heard have left and made their way,

Lower your guns even if love has turned to spite,
We may find the enemy waiting inside,
Light the candle to see what may unfold,

If you listen to the sound within your mind,
You may find your answer flowing in the tide,

Say goodbye to your sorrow,
And hello to tomorrow,
Well I hear the fiddlers call,
Say that love is here for all,

So I wrote her a letter,
And I tried to foget her,
Well I don't know id I'll go,
Can you hear the river flow,

Say goodbye to your sorrow,
And hello to tomorrow,
Well I hear the fiddlers call,
Say that love is here for all,

Lower your guns even if love turns to spite,
We may find the enemy waiting inside,
Light the candle to see what may unfold,

Oh my friend I hope your done with yesterday,
All the things we've heard have left and made their way,

Say goodbye to your sorrow,
And hello to tomorrow,
Well I hear the fiddlers call,
Say that love is here for all,

So I wrote her a letter,
And I tried to forget her,
Well I don't know if I'll go,
Can you hear the river flow,

Say goodbye to your sorrow,
And hello to tomorrow,
Well I hear the fiddlers call,
Say that love is here for all,

Lower your guns even if love turns to spite,
We may find the enemy waiting inside,
Light the candle to see what may unfold

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mamma mia che pezzaccio

RashardLewis · Post by **RashardLewis** » 27/05/2010, 19:23

Cryhavoc - Repent (Whore)
1997

I've seen you in a darkness
Your face in a dusk
Your silhouette in a shades
Eyes gliming full of lust
You try to dazzle me with your beauty
You try to bewitch me

When cold northwind blows
I can smell your perfume
When frost bites
I feel your lips on my neck

I don't want to share my life
Oh, no with you
I want your sweets and things we used to do

No, you can't reach my love
So go, or be THE mistress of my dreams
No, in my life there's no room for you
As you know, your flesh is what I want

I hear your lullaby, ah, that sweet melody
And I can remember those words
Which you whispered in my ear

You try to dazzle me with your beauty
You try to bewitch me

I feel your loving embrace
In my dream I see your face
Your soft skin under my fingertips
And taste of your lips

I don't want to share my life
Oh, no with you
I want your sweets and things we used to do

(The time you spend with me
Was nothing but a dream
And that's the thing you see
You were the chosen one
We made love under neversetting sun
And that's everything)
I could do with you

No, you can't reach my love
So go, or be the mistress of my dreams
No, in my life there's no room for you
As you know, your flesh is what I want

(Dark desire dressed in black
You try to turn me your back
But you desire me
Like a darkness desires you
You try to forget, those times we spend together
But your desire is)
What bothers you the most

No, you can't reach my love
So go, or be the mistress of my dreams
No, in my life there's no room for you
As you know, your flesh is what I want

Do it, do it end your life
But don't tease me anymore, with your cries, repent
Repent
Repent whore

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tzara · Post by **tzara** » 28/05/2010, 12:41

Yezda Urfa - Give'em some rawhide chewies.
Album: Sacred Baboon (1976)

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(anche se un po' scopiazzata)

Watch your hands don't make no sleeve noise, your blunder will
disband.

Bend that string, distort, keep 4/4, three chords until you
drop.

Dance without meaning while heads will be cleaning

and motions will drift as the moans fornicate.

Ashes to bashes a pad I will drift into roll over victims and
send them to rule.

Motions of erogenous zones, projectiles stand erect.

Funny lines and jackal buildings with penknives sharp as what.

Tenure for farmers or those who will use their hands working
manure into third world lands.

Complicate twist around words of the headless clown new world
religion will thusly espouse.

There'll be words for this part you know, you know, you know.

Undue terms blown across from moe, no luck, luckless.

Self indulge bald head deacon screams, no dice, lube ice.

Creak and groan with shrieking high notes the author will
collect,

money from assorted chocolate who follows his cross object.

Placate and educate garbled demeaneate, blue face the shoe lace
with white underwear.

Screaming old belly eats strawberry jelly while acne does sprout
from his eye spinach plant.

Kickback with a plastic brickbat one fine day went to heal.

Undue redress brown or black mess no charge for porcelain meal.

Watch your hands don't make no sleeve noise your blunder will
disband.

Bend that string, distort, keep 4/4, three chords until your
drop.

Post by **shilton** » 28/05/2010, 13:06

DEEP PURPLE

Hush

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tzara · Post by **tzara** » 28/05/2010, 14:57

Gentle Giant - On Reflection
From: Free Hand (1975)

In my way did I use you, do you think I really abused you
On reflection now it doesn't matter:
How can you say I made you need me more than anyone else
Who can say it right now it's finished over:
It's my act, it's my calling, I explained exactly the falling
Different ways of life can never even:
Be the same when you saw me, could you always take me the
same way As I came and went I tried to remember you:
Still you stay
Tied in your way
Changing times
Watching the signs

How:
Could you see in me what you thought about all you want me to be
Now:
On reflection why should have I changed my ways for you
All around all around

Cry my sympathy's with you but I never lied to you all in all
it seems it's just an experience:
Placed my cards on the table told of everything I was able,

Understanding still not anything different:
Find another to lean on, start again for I should have long
gone, on reflection now it's just an experience.
Soon the pain will have ended, together never intended, as I
come and go I'll try to remember you.
Still you stay
Tied in your way
Changing times
Watching the signs
How:
All around all around...

I'll remember the good things how can you forget all the years
that we shared in our way:
Things were changing my life, taking your place in my life and
our time drifting away:

Look back it's not your game, together just in name.

I'll remember the good things how can you forget all the years
that we shared in our way:
Things were changing my life, taking your place in my life and
our time drifting away:

All around all around...

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davidvanterpool · Post by **davidvanterpool** » 28/05/2010, 15:30

Harper Simon - Wishes and stars

Everyone seems so certain
Everyone knows who they are
Everyone's got a mother and a father
They all seem so sure they're going far
They all got more friends than they can use

Except me 'cause I'm a fool
I'm as simple as a bee
As a melody in C
But it don't matter
There are more wishes than stars

Every guest
So pleased with themselves
They're brimming with success
Their whole life's been blessed
But it don't matter

Everyone's been on a holiday in the sun
Or they just got back from one
All they do is just have fun
They all got more friends than they can use

I'm not too certain about many things
I'm not too sure who I am
I ain't got no mother and I ain't got no father
I ain't got no girlfriend to hold my hand

I'm slow like the trees when they grow
I'm sluggish like the ocean when it moves
I'm plain like water or like rain
But I shouldn't complain cause it don't matter

There are more wishes than stars
More wishes than stars

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Sancho Panza · Post by **Sancho Panza** » 29/05/2010, 0:15

Elio e le storie tese - Cassonetto differenziato per il frutto del peccato ("Elio samaga hukapan kariyana turu", 1989)

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Il tema della maternità
è stato sviscerato,
discusso e analizzato di già.
Ma un suo risvolto vi stupirà;
di me che son reietto
è il tema prediletto:
il tema del cassonetto.

Non sono come gli altri bimbi
che son frutto dell'amore.
Io sono sfortunato, sono frutto del peccato
e vivo nel cassonetto.

I frutti veri e propri
si trovan nel frutteto,
i frutti di mare
si trovano nel mare;
i frutti del peccato
si trovano nel mare e nel frutteto,
dentro al fiume e nel laghetto,
nella siepe sotto casa
o più probabilmente in un sacchetto
nel cassonetto.

Donne atletiche, donne che si allenano
scagliando il feto nel cassonetto dell'amor.

Non dite che non vi era stato detto
che il passo è molto breve
dal casso al cassonetto.

Ma mettetevi nei panni di chi
il cassonetto pulisce,
mi trova e non capisce
il perché di tanta inciviltà;
poi scende in piazza e sciopera
e la colpa è anche un po' tua,
se non ti batti per un mondo migliore
in cui una madre sappia dove gettare il bebè.

Che già lo fan per la carta,
le bottiglie le pile,
siamo gente civile
e allora dite perché
per i neonati non c'è,
perché, non c'è, dov'è
il cassonetto differenziato per il frutto del peccato?

Cassonetto differenziato per il frutto del peccato,
cassonetto differenziato per il frutto del peccato,
cassonetto differenziato per il frutto del peccato,
cassonetto differenziato per il frutto del peccato,
cassonetto differenziato, cassonetto differenziato.

Lo spazzino è più sereno
e poi s'impressiona meno.
Lo spazzino è più faceto
perché sa che trova il feto
nel cassonetto.

I frutti veri e propri si trovan nel frutteto,
i frutti di mare si trovano nel mare;
i frutti del peccato si trovano nel mare e nel frutteto,
dentro al fiume e nel laghetto, nella siepe sotto casa
o più probabilmente in un sacchetto nel cassonetto.

Nel cassonetto. Nel cassonetto.
Nel cassonetto. Nel cassonetto.
Nel cassonetto. Nel Bolivecic.

Cassonetto differenziato per il frutto del peccato,
cassonetto differenziato per il frutto del peccato,
cassonetto differénziato per il frutto del péccato,
cassònetto diffèrenziato per il frutto del peccassonètto
differenziato, cassonetto differenziato.
Cassonetto differenziato, cassonetto differenziato.
Uhei, my mam.

all3n · Post by **all3n** » 29/05/2010, 11:49

Muse - Hysteria

it's bugging me, grating me
and twisting me around
yeah I'm endlessly caving in
and turning inside out

'cause I want it now
I want it now
give me your heart and your soul
and I'm breaking out
I'm breaking out
last chance to lose control

yeah it's holding me, morphing me
and forcing me to strive
to be endlessly cold within
and dreaming I'm alive

'cause I want it now
I want it now
give me your heart and your soul
I'm not breaking down
I'm breaking out
last chance to lose control

and I want you now
I want you now
I feel my heart implode
and I'm breaking out
escaping now
feeling my faith erode

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ze_ginius · Post by **ze_ginius** » 29/05/2010, 12:20

Iron & Wine - Boy With A Coin

"Boy with a coin he found in the weeds
with bullets and pages of trade magazines
close to a car THAT flipped on the turn
when God left the ground to circle the world

Hey...Oh...

Girl with a bird she found in the snow
that flew up her gown, and that's how she knows
that God made her eyes for crying at birth
then left the ground to circle the earth

Hey...Oh...

Boy with a coin he crammed in his jeans
then making a wish, and tossed in the sea
then walked to a town that all of us burned
when God left the ground to circle the world

Hey...Oh...
Hey...Oh..."

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