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Mike Doughty - Looking at the World from the Bottom of a Well



"That Cuban girl
That brought me low
She had that skin so fine and red lips
Roselike now
Her mouth was wide
And sweet as well
And now relentless hours of
Dreaming up her smell, and

I feel
as if I'm looking at the world from the bottom of a well
I feel
as if I'm looking at the world from the bottom of a well

Lonely
And the only way to beat it is to bat it down
And the only way to beat it is to bat it down
And the only way to beat it is to bat it down
beat it.
Lonely
And the only way to beat it is to bat it down
And the only way to beat it is to bat it down
And the only way to beat it is to bat it down
beat it.

Oh all the days
That I have run
I sought to lose that cloud that's blacking out the sun
My train will come
Some one day soon
And when it comes I'll ride it bound from night to noon.

I feel
as if I'm looking at the world from the bottom of a well
I feel
as if I'm looking at the world from the bottom of a well

Aimless days,
Uncool ways
Of decathecting
Painless phase,
Blacked out thoughts
You be rejecting.

Lonely
And the only way to beat it is to bat it down
And the only way to beat it is to bat it down
And the only way to beat it is to bat it down
beat it.
Lonely
And the only way to beat it is to bat it down
And the only way to beat it is to bat it down
And the only way to beat it is to

We'll let's get down to business now
I feel
as if I'm looking at the world from the bottom of a well
I feel
as if I'm looking at the world from the bottom of a well
I feel
as if I'm looking at the world from the bottom of a well
I feel
as if I'm looking at the world from the bottom of a well

Lonely
And the only way to beat it is to bat it down
And the only way to beat it is to bat it down
And the only way to beat it is to bat it down
beat it.
Lonely
And the only way to beat it is to bat it down
And the only way to beat it is to bat it down
And the only way to beat it is to bat it down."

The Snake 12 wrote: Pearl Jam : Immortality

Beh 

Non sarà il massimo dell'originalità...


Ma adoro questa canzone. E anche questo video.

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Pietra miliare della musica dark...

Sisters Of Mercy - Marian
1985



In a sea of faces, in a sea of doubt
In this cruel place your voice above the maelstrom
In the wake of this ship of fools I'm falling further down
If you can see me, Marian, reach out and take me home.....

CHORUS
I hear you calling Marian
Across the water, across the wave
I hear you calling Marian
Can you hear me calling you to
Save me, save me, save me from the
Grave...
Marian

Marian, there's a weight above me
And the pressure is all too strong
To breathe deep
Breathe long and hard
To take the water down and go to sleep
To sink still further
Beneath the fatal wave
Marian I think I'm drowning
This sea is killing me

CHORUS

Was ich kann und was ich könnte
(What I can do and what I could do)
Weiss ich gar nicht mehr
(I just don't know anymore)
Gib mir wieder etwas schönes
(Give me something beautiful again)
Zieh mich aus dem Meer
(Drag me from the sea)
Ich höre dich rufen, Marian
(I hear you calling Marian)
Kannst du mich schreien hören
(Can you hear me screaming?)
Ich bin hier allein
(I am here alone)
Ich höre dich rufen, Marian
(I hear you calling Marian)
Ohne deine hilfe verliere ich mich in diesem Ort
(Without your help I am lost in this place)


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Incubus-Megalomaniac

Vale la pena ascoltarla...Carino anche il video.

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I hear you on the radio
You permeate my screen
Its' unkind but,
If I met you in a scissor fight
I'd cut off both your wings
On principle alone

Hey megalomaniac!
You're no Jesus!
Yeah, you're no fucking Elvis!
Wash your hands clean of yourself, baby
And step down, step down!

If I were your appendages
I'd hold open your eyes
So you'd see
That all of us are heaven sent
And there was never meant to be only one
To be only one

Hey megalomaniac!
You're no Jesus!
Yeah, you're no fucking Elvis!
Wash your hands clean of yourself, baby
And step down, step down!

You're no Jesus
You're not Elvis
You're no answer

Hey megalomaniac!
You're no Jesus!
Yeah, you're no fucking Elvis!
Wash your hands clean of yourself, baby
And step down, step down!

The Who - Baba O'Riley (Teenage Wasteland)



"Out here in the fields
I fight for my meals
I get my back into my living
I don't need to fight
To prove I'm right
I don't need to be forgiven

Don't cry
Don't raise your eye
It's only teenage wasteland

Sally, take my hand
We'll travel south cross land
Put out the fire and don't look past my shoulder
The exodus is here
The happy ones are near
Let's get together before we get much older

Teenage wasteland
It's only teenage wasteland
Teenage wasteland, oh yeah
Teenage wasteland
They're all wasted."

ze_ginius wrote: The Who - Baba O'Riley (Teenage Wasteland)

+k immediato...

The Pretenders : Brass In Pocket

from the album "Pretenders" (1980)



Brass In Pocket

Got brass in pocket
Got bottle I'm gonna use it
Intention I feel inventive
Gonna make you, make you, make you notice

Got motion restrained emotion
Been driving detroit leaning
No reason just seems so pleasing
Gonna make you, make you, make you notice

[Chorus:]
Gonna use my arms
Gonna use my legs
Gonna use my style
Gonna use my sidestep
Gonna use my fingers
Gonna use my, my, my imagination

'cause I gonna make you see
There's nobody else here
No one like me
I'm special so special
I gotta have some of your attention give it to me

Got rhythm I can't miss a beat
Got new skank it's so reet
Got something I'm winking at you
Gonna make you, make you, make you notice

[Chorus]

'cause I gonna make you see
There's nobody else here
No one like me
I'm special, so special
I gotta have some of your attention
Give it to me
'cause I gonna make you see
There's nobody else here
No one like me
I'm special, so special
I gotta have some of your attention

Give it to me



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Mogwai - Travel Is Dangerous
2006




Who might know of this?
The notes we left
Our final thoughts
And we knew they'd get ours out

*Sink, sink*
*Drowned* by our country
Old machine
Is crushed and forgotten
Never surface again

The air runs out
The captain's first
So we take to memories
And layers of clothes

Up there the family weeps
Outside hammers
Noises sound like the end
And we will never see them

Sink, sink
Drowned by our country
Great machine
Is crushed, old and rotten
Never surface again



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Bjork - Desired Constellation

It's tricky when
You feel someone
Has done something
On your behalf

It's slippery when
Your sense of justice
Murmurs underneath
And is asking you:

How am I going to make it right?

With a palm full of stars
I throw them like dice
Repeatedly
I shake them like dice
And throw them on the table
Repeatedly
Repeatedly
Until the desired constellation appears
And I ask myself:

How am I going to make it right?
How am I going to make it right?
How am I going to make it right?
And you hear
How am I going to make it right?


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Subsonica - Albascura

Frasi che ora sanno d’inutilità,
Di desideri tiepidi già smossi.
Lei si riveste, ormai non la diverte più.
Probabilmente lui vorrebbe anche ricominciare.

Alibi che attenuano l’oscenità
Riflessa intorno alle bottiglie vuote
Dai suoi vent’anni opachi e rispettabili:
Così si sa che c’è qualcosa che non va.

La notte schiude le sue braccia fragili
Tra le emozioni che si intrecciano
E lei confonde spesso forza ed esperienza
Per tutti gli uomini osservati da sotto.
Si nutre di cose che fanno male
E ama quando è l’ora di odiare,
Si nutre di cose che fanno male
E odia quando è l’ora di gridare.

Abiti firmati d’inutilità
Riscattano un affetto che ora latita.
Buone maniere che sono sempre le stesse:
Da sempre sa che c’è qualcosa che non va

La notte che sorride ha denti fragili
Per tutti i calci che l’aspettano.
Generalmente lei non dà la confidenza
A tutti quelli che si atteggiano troppo.
Si nutre di cose che fanno male
E ama quando è l’ora di odiare,
Si nutre di cose che fanno male
E odia quando è l’ora di gridare.

Solo una cosa so di sicuro: vorrei raschiare la mia faccia contro il muro.
Solo una cosa so di sicuro: lasciare andare tutto il mio dolore contro questo muro.
So di sicuro: lasciare andare la mia faccia contro il muro.
Solo una cosa so di sicuro: vorrei raschiare tutto il mio dolore contro-questo-muro.
Bocche dal sapore d’eventualità appiccicano sguardi, l’aria è satura.
Quasi vorrebbe la scoprissero gettarsi in pasto giusto il tempo di ricominciare.

A casa questa notte non ritornerà.
In viaggio fuori-serie verso nessun posto.
Narici rispettabili festeggiano:
Così si sa che c’è qualcosa che non va.

La notte scivola sugli occhi gravidi,
Gonfi di amaro che rovesciano.
Generalmente lei riserva indifferenza
A tutti quelli che si stringono troppo.
Si nutre di cose che fanno male
E ama quando è l’ora di odiare,
Si nutre di cose che fanno male
E odia quando è l’ora di gridare.

Rit.

È l’aria della notte della sua città che punge come un senso d’inutilità.
È l’aria della notte della sua città che punge come un senso d’inutilità.
È l’aria della notte nella sua città

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RHAPSODY OF FIRE - SON OF PAIN


While I crossed the mountains' side
I recalled a memory
days of anguish nights of pain
your voice lives on trapped inside my mind
eternally

Those wise last words fade in my soul
"You had the choice, you chose the light
find your way darklands' son
spread your wings then your heart will fly"
Thank you, angels
I am now reborn
this may be my last breath
and my final day

I'M THE SON OF PAIN
WELCOME MY NEW FATE

Hell's lost flame was life for me
in that moment I felt free
I was under an evil spell
so now I want just to live again
to live again

I am proud, proud to lead my soul
to new horizons, to the golden sky
"find your way my brave darklands' son
wizards, kings, elves and trolls"
Thank you, angels
I am now reborn
this may be my last breath
and my final day

I'M THE SON OF PAIN
WELCOME MY NEW FATE
THUNDER GODS I PRAY
I DENY HELL'S FLAMES




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The Decemberists - Oceanside



"Sweet Anabelle
As seen reclining on an ocean swell
As the waves do lather up to lay her down
'til she's fast
And sleeping, oh well
I guess I'm something of a ne'er-do-well
Who fell asleep at the pealing of the steeple bell
I'm on track and keeping but oh

If I could only get you oceanside
To lay your muscles wide
It'd be heavenly

Oh
If I could only coax you overboard
To leave these lolling shores
To get you oceanside.
Oceanside
Oceansi-i-ide

At rising tide
You're looking fresher than a July bride
We're picking up what our mothers always stigmatized
The field is right for reaping, oh well
I guess I'm something of a ne'er-do-well
Even though that's something I could never do well
I'm on track and keeping, but oh

If I could only get you ocean side
To lay your muscles wide
It'd be heavenly

Oh
If I could only coax you overboard
To leave these lolling shores
To get you oceanside.
Oceanside
Oceansi-i-ide"

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2lhpmddV0jc

inarrivabile

Queen - Bohemian Rhapsody

Is this the real life-
Is this just fantasy-
Caught in a landslide-
No escape from reality-
Open your eyes
Look up to the skies and see-
Im just a poor boy,i need no sympathy-
Because Im easy come,easy go,
A little high,little low,
Anyway the wind blows,doesnt really matter to me,
To me

Mama,just killed a man,
Put a gun against his head,
Pulled my trigger,now hes dead,
Mama,life had just begun,
But now Ive gone and thrown it all away-
Mama ooo,
Didnt mean to make you cry-
If Im not back again this time tomorrow-
Carry on,carry on,as if nothing really matters-

Too late,my time has come,
Sends shivers down my spine-
Bodys aching all the time,
Goodbye everybody-Ive got to go-
Gotta leave you all behind and face the truth-
Mama ooo- (any way the wind blows)
I dont want to die,
I sometimes wish Id never been born at all-

I see a little silhouetto of a man,
Scaramouche,scaramouche will you do the fandango-
Thunderbolt and lightning-very very frightening me-
Galileo,galileo,
Galileo galileo
Galileo figaro-magnifico-
But Im just a poor boy and nobody loves me-
Hes just a poor boy from a poor family-
Spare him his life from this monstrosity-
Easy come easy go-,will you let me go-
Bismillah! no-,we will not let you go-let him go-
Bismillah! we will not let you go-let him go
Bismillah! we will not let you go-let me go
Will not let you go-let me go
Will not let you go let me go
No,no,no,no,no,no,no-
Mama mia,mama mia,mama mia let me go-
Beelzebub has a devil put aside for me,for me,for me-

So you think you can stone me and spit in my eye-
So you think you can love me and leave me to die-
Oh baby-cant do this to me baby-
Just gotta get out-just gotta get right outta here-

Nothing really matters,
Anyone can see,
Nothing really matters-,nothing really matters to me,

Any way the wind blows....




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Lacrimosa, nella mia top ten assoluta delle band preferite... Ecco cosa è il vero gothic per me...

Lacrimosa - Schakal
1995



Ein junger Engel tritt vor den Tempel
Unter seinen Schwingen klebt ihr Speichel
Von seinen Wimpern tropft frisches Blut
Er öffnet seine Hände und schreit nach mehr
Ich schliesse meine Augen und lecke ihre Flut
Auf den Stufen liegen faule Leiber
Erbrachte Liebesopfer von der Sonne verhermt

Vertrocknet sind auch meine Küsse
Die ich einst aus Liebe gab
Auf einem Felsen ausgebreitet
Zwischen den Klippen zerquetscht und niedergestreckt
Unter brennenden Fragmenten meines Zentrums
Streue ich meine Tränen in die Glut
In meinen Händen welken ihr Blumen
In meinem Mund gerinnt ihr Speichel

Ich reisse meinen Körper aus der Flut
Der Engel wirft die Schwingen in die Glut
Ich spucke meine Sünden
Er öffnet seinen Schlund
Ich lecke seine Wunden mit meinem Mund
Ihr Herz hab ich geküsst
Ihr Fleisch auf dem Portal geliebt
Ihr Zunge versteinert am Fuss des Monuments
Und ihre Asche unter den Engeln verstreut
Ich will nur leben

Auf diesen Knien habe ich gelegen
Ich rief dich an mit diesem Mund
Diese Hände hielt ich dir bittend entgegen
Ich betete in dunkler Nacht
Ich flehte schreiend mit meiner letzten Kraft
Lass sie schweigen
Lass sie schlafen
Lass mich beten
Ich bitte dich
Ich will nur leben
Ich will leben



[testo tradotto in inglese]

Jackal

A young angel appears before the temple
Her spittle clings under her wings
Fresh blood drops from her brows
He opens his hands and calls for more
I close my eyes and lick her flood of tears
Lazy bodies lie on the steps
Victims of love scorched by the sun

Dray are also my kisses
Which I once gave with love
Spread out on a cliff
Squashed between the cliffs and stretched out
Under burning fragments of my centre
I strew my tears into the glowing fire
Her flowers wither in my hands
Her spittle clots in my mouth

I wrench my body from the flood
The angel throws her wings into the glowing fire
I divest my sins
She opens her pharyn! x
I lick her wounds with my mouth
I have kissed her heart
Loved her flesh on the portal
Her tongue petrified at the foot of the monument
And her ashes strewn under the angels

I just want to live
I have laid on these knees
I call you with this mouth
I beseechingly hold out my hands to you
I pray in the darkness of the night
Crying, I beseeched you with all my strength
Leave her in peace
Let her sleep
Let me pray
Please, I ask you
I just want to live
I want to live.


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The Ramones - My Brain Is Hanging Upside Down (Bonzo Goes to Bitburg)


You've got to pick up the pieces
C'mon, sort your trash
You better pull yourself back together
Maybe you've got too much cash
Better call, call the law
When you gonna turn yourself in? Yeah
You're a politician
Don't become one of Hitler's children

Bonzo goes to bitburg then goes out for a cup of tea
As I watched it on TV somehow it really bothered me
Drank in all the bars in town for an extended foreign policy
Pick up the pieces

My brain is hanging upside down
I need something to slow me down

Shouldn't wish you happiness, wish her the very best
Fifty thousand dollar dress
Shaking hands with your highness
See through you like cellophane
You watch the world complain, but you do it anyway
Who am I, am I to say

Bonzo goes to bitburg then goes out for a cup of tea
As I watched it on TV somehow it really bothered me
Drank in all the bars in town for an extended foreign policy
Pick up the pieces

My brain is hanging upside down
I need something to slow me down

If there's one thing that makes me sick
It's when someone tries to hide behind politics
I wish that time could go by fast
Somehow they manage to make it last

My brain is hanging upside down
I need something to slow me down