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Pearl Jam - Last Kiss

Oh where, oh where can my baby be?
The Lord took her away from me.
She's gone to heaven so I've got to be good,
So I can see my baby when I leave this world.

We were out on a date in my daddy's car,
We hadn't driven very far.
There in the road, straight ahead,
A car was stalled, the engine was dead.
I couldn't stop, so I swerved to the right,
I'll never forget the sound that night.
The screamin' tires, the bustin' glass,
The painful scream that I heard last.

Oh where, oh where can my baby be?
The Lord took her away from me.
She's gone to heaven so I've got to be good,
So I can see my baby when I leave this world.

When I woke up the rain was pourin' down,
There were people standing all around.
Something warm flowing through my eyes,
But somehow I found my baby that night.
I lifted her head she looked at me and said,
"Hold me darlin' just a little while"
I held her close I kissed her our last kiss,
I found the love that I knew I had missed.
Well now she's gone, even though I hold her tight,
I lost my love, my life that night.

Oh where, oh where can my baby be?
The Lord took her away from me.
She's gone to heaven so I've got to be good,
So I can see my baby when I leave this world.

il colpo di grazia

The look of love - dusty springfield


The look of love is in your eyes
A look your smile can't disguise
The look of love is saying so much more than just words could ever say
And what my heart has heard, well it takes my breath away

I can hardly wait to hold you, feel my arms around you
How long I have waited
Waited just to love you, now that I have found you

You've got the
Look of love, it's on your face
A look that time can't erase
Be mine tonight, let this be just the start of so many nights like this
Let's take a lover's vow and then seal it with a kiss

I can hardly wait to hold you, feel my arms around you
How long I have waited
Waited just to love you, now that I have found you
Don't ever go
Don't ever go
I love you so


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[align=center]Male in polvere - Afterhours


Cento demoni giocano con te
Come puoi sentirti solo più che mai
Uomo orribile hai cibo in polvere
Che mi fa accettare di essere finito

E ti dici che andrà bene se
hai l'orgoglio per il tuo niente
Non mentire su te
Con te

ma c'era un male in lei
Che non si cura mai
Nè coi baci nè con la cocaina sai
Senza lacrime senza regole
E' soltanto male in polvere

Ciò che conta sei tu
Sei tu

Cento demoni viaggiano con te
Ma la testa sa che ci sei solo tu



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Camel - "Nimrodel - The Procession - The White Rider" dall'album "Mirage"(1974)



When he rides, my fears subside,
For darkness turns once more to light.
Through the skies, his white horse flies,
To find a land beyond the night.

Once he wore grey, he fell and slipped away
From everybody's sight.
The wizard of them all, came back from his fall
This time wearing white.

He has a certain air, as if he's never there,
But somehow far away.
And though he seems afar, like a distant star.
His warmth he can convey.

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Graham Nash : Simple Man

from the album "Songs For Beginners" (1971)



Simple Man

I am a simple man
So I sing a simple song
Never been so much in love
And never hurt so bad at the same time.
I am a simple man
And I play a simple tune
I wish that I could see you once again
Across the room like the first time.
I just want to hold you I don't want to hold you down
I hear what you're saying and you're spinning my head around
And I can't make it alone.
The ending of the tale
Is the singing of the song
Make me proud to be your man only you can make me strong
Like the last time.
I just want to hold you I don't want to hold you down
I hear what you're saying and you're spinning my head around
And I can't make it alone.



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Lucio Dalla - 4 marzo 1943

   
Dice che era un bell'uomo e veniva
veniva dal mare
Parlava un'altra lingua però sapeva amare
E quel giorno lui prese a mia madre
sopra un bel prato
L'ora più dolce prima di essere ammazzato

Così lei restò sola nella stanza
la stanza sul porto
con l'unico vestito
ogni giorno più corto
E benché non sapesse il nome
e neppure il paese
mi aspettò come un dono d'amore
fino dal primo mese

Compiva sedici anni quel giorno la mia mamma
le strofe di taverna
le cantò a ninna nanna
e stringendomi al petto che sapeva
sapeva di mare
giocava a far la donna
con il bimbo da fasciare

E forse fu per gioco
o forse per amore
che mi volle chiamare
come Nostro Signore
Della sua breve vita il ricordo
il ricordo più grosso
è tutto in questo nome
che io mi porto addosso

E ancora adesso che gioco a carte e bevo vino
per la gente del porto mi chiamo
Gesù Bambino

E ancora adesso che gioco a carte e bevo vino
per la gente del porto mi chiamo
Gesù Bambino

E ancora adesso che gioco a carte e bevo vino
per la gente del porto mi chiamo
Gesù Bambino

Sinead O'Connor - Nothing Compares 2 U
1990



It's been seven hours and fifteen days
Since you took your love away
I go out every night and sleep all day
Since you took your love away
Since you been gone I can do whatever I want
I can see whomever I choose
I can eat my dinner in a fancy restaurant
But nothing
I said nothing can take away these blues
`Cause nothing compares
Nothing compares to you

It's been so lonely without you here
Like a bird without a song
Nothing can stop these lonely tears from falling
Tell me baby where did I go wrong
I could put my arms around every boy I see
But they'd only remind me of you
I went to the doctor n'guess what he told me
Guess what he told me
He said girl u better try to have fun
No matter what you'll do
But he's a fool
`Cause nothing compares
Nothing compares to you

all the flowers that you planted, mama
In the back yard
All died when you went away
I know that living with you baby was sometimes hard
But I'm willing to give it another try
Nothing compares
Nothing compares to you
Nothing compares
Nothing compares to you
Nothing compares
Nothing compares to you



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E' più una storiella che una canzone.
Comunque

Offlaga Disco Pax - Venti Minuti


Mio padre è morto dopo 54 anni complicati
e un nome difficile da portare come un sorriso mai segnato da dubbi

non andavamo d'accordo

invecchiando trovo in me particolari di lui, alla mia età di adesso:
qualche segno delle mani, un'espressione allo specchio, un tono di voce

questa cosa non mi piace per niente

da quando se ne è andato ho un'eredità natalizia:

aveva un amico, un milanese conosciuto al servizio militare in Friuli
nei loro vent'anni
era l'inizio degli anni '60 e devono essere stati momenti di grande condivisione
e scoperta del mondo.
Questo tizio io l'ho visto solo due volte, da bambino
gente che aveva più borghesia e più boria di noi
L'ho reincontrato, quell'amico lontano, solo davanti al letto di mio padre morente.

Da allora quell'uomo ha deciso

che io sono mio padre

Ogni anno, la vigilia di Natale, chiama,
parla con me, venti minuti, di cose che non so
e di un periodo in cui non ero ancora nato.
Ha il tono cameratesco che usava con lui
e si sbaglia perfino a chiamarmi per nome.
Mi dice "ti ricordi quello li? quella là?"
esattamente come fossi lui.

Non ho mai condiviso le scelte di mio padre
l'ho odiato cordialmente.
Da sempre.
Ora che non c'è più, sono sereno.
Ho risolto le cose che avevo in sospeso.

Ma ogni anno sento una voce che parla di lui come una persona meravigliosa
e ne parla come non ne ho mai sentito parlare.
Non lo riconosco in quelle storie di amicizia
durata oltre la naturale scadenza.
Resto in silenzio davanti alla devozione di un signore che mi è estraneo.
Che chiama ogni tanto, da molto lontano.
E per pochissimo tempo.

E' una devozione che non è nemmeno paragonabile alla mia.
Che è quasi assente.

Venti minuti.
Non uno di più.

Anche stamattina.
Parla. Racconta. Quasi piange.
Si congeda e mi chiama col suo nome.
Poi si corregge. Mette giù.
Non era con me che voleva parlare.
Non era di me che aveva bisogno.

Mio padre, per tanto tempo,
mi ha telefonato solo una volta all'anno.
La vigilia di Natale.

Era l'unico gesto che si sentiva di fare nei miei riguardi,
vista l'evidente ostilità che gli riservavo.
Quella telefonata, fatta da nove chilometri,
freddi e distanti quanto lo stretto di Bering,
gli costava molto.

Ma non se la negava mai.

Un punto d'onore.

"Ciao figlio, tuo padre sta bene.
Fatti sentire ogni tanto.
Come sta tua madre?
Valla a trovare.
Almeno lei.
Ciao figlio, buon Natale"

Per uno come Metuccio, doveva essere uno sforzo grandissimo.
Ultraterreno.
Talmente grande che ancora non si è esaurito del tutto.

John Lennon : Gimme Some Truth

from the album "Imagine" (1971)



Gimme Some Truth

I'm sick and tired of hearing things
From uptight, short-sighted, narrow-minded hypocrites
All I want is the truth
Just gimme some truth

I've had enough of reading things
By neurotic, psychotic, pig-headed politicians
All I want is the truth
Just gimme some truth

No short-haired, yellow-bellied, son of Tricky Dicky
Is gonna mother hubbard soft soap me
With just a pocketful of hope
Money for dope
Money for rope

No short-haired, yellow-bellied, son of Tricky Dicky
Is gonna mother hubbard soft soap me
With just a pocketful of hope
Money for dope
Money for rope

I'm sick to death of seeing things
From tight-lipped, condescending, mama's little chauvinists
All I want is the truth
Just gimme some truth now

I've had enough of watching scenes
Of schizophrenic, ego-centric, paranoiac, prima-donnas
All I want is the truth now
Just gimme some truth

No short-haired, yellow-bellied, son of Tricky Dicky
Is gonna mother hubbard soft soap me
With just a pocketful of hope
It's money for dope
Money for rope

Ah, I'm sick to death of hearing things
from uptight, short-sighted, narrow-minded hypocrites
All I want is the truth now
Just gimme some truth now

I've had enough of reading things
by neurotic, psychotic, pig-headed politicians
All I want is the truth now
Just gimme some truth now

All I want is the truth now
Just gimme some truth now
All I want is the truth
Just gimme some truth
All I want is the truth
Just gimme some truth



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XTC - Dear God
1986



Dear god,
Hope you got the letter,
And I pray you can make it better down here.
I dont mean a big reduction in the price of beer,
But all the people that you made in your image,
See them starving on their feet,
cause they dont get enough to eat

From god,
I cant believe in you.

Dear god,
Sorry to disturb you,
But I feel that I should be heard loud and clear.
We all need a big reduction in amount of tears,
And all the people that you made in your image,
See them fighting in the street,
cause they cant make opinions meet,
About god,
I cant believe in you.

Did you make disease, and the diamond blue?
Did you make mankind after we made you?
And the devil too!

Dear god,
Dont know if you noticed,
But your name is on a lot of quotes in this book.
Us crazy humans wrote it, you should take a look,
And all the people that you made in your image,
Still believing that junk is true.
Well I know it aint and so do you,
Dear god,
I cant believe in,
I dont believe in,

I wont believe in heaven and hell.
No saints, no sinners,
No devil as well.
No pearly gates, no thorny crown.
Youre always letting us humans down.
The wars you bring, the babes you drown.
Those lost at sea and never found,
And its the same the whole world round.
The hurt I see helps to compound,
That the father, son and holy ghost,
Is just somebodys unholy hoax,
And if youre up there youll perceive,
That my hearts here upon my sleeve.
If theres one thing I dont believe in...

Its you,
Dear god.

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Beth Orton : Stolen Car

from the album "Central Reservation" (1999)



Stolen Car

You walked into my house last night
I couldn't help but notice
A light that was long gone still burning strong
You were sitting
Your fingers like fuses
Your eyes were cinnamon

You said you stand for every known abuse
That was ever threatened to anyone but you
And why should I know better by now
When I'm old enough not to?

While every line speaks the language of love
It never held the meaning I was thinking of
And I can't decide over right or wrong
I guess sometimes you need the place where you belong

Some may sing the wrong words to the wrong melody
It's little things like this that matter to me
Others feel that you should stand
For every known abuse to hand
And all the things that they could never see

You said you stood
For every known abuse that was promised to anyone like you
Don't you wish you knew better by now
When you're old enough not to?

When every line speaks the language of love
And never held the meaning I was thinking of
And I can't decide over right or wrong
You left the feeling that I just do not belong

One drink too many
And a joke gone too far
I see a face driving a stolen car
Gets harder to hide
When you're hitching a ride
Harder to hide what you really saw

Oh, yeah, you stand
For every known abuse that I've ever seen my way through
Don't I wish I knew better by now?
Well I think I'm starting to

When every line speaks the language of love
And never held the meaning I was thinking of
And I've lost the line between right or wrong
I just want to find the place where I belong

Why should you know better by now
When you're old enough not to?
I wish I knew better by now
When I'm old enough not to



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Reamonn - Supergirl
2000



You can tell by the way, she walks that she's my girl
You can tell by the way, she talks that she rules the world.
You can see in her eyes that no one is her chain.
She's my girl, my supergirl.

And then she'd say, it's Ok, I got lost on the way
but I'm a supergirl, and supergirls don't cry.
And then she'd say, it's alright, I got home late tast night,
but I'm a supergirl, and supergirls just fly.

And then she'd say that nothing can go wrong.
When you're in love, what can go wrong?
And then she'd laugh the nightime into day
pushing her fear further long.

And then she'd say, it's Ok, I got lost on the way
but I'm a supergirl, and supergirls don't cry.
And then she'd say, it's alright, I got home, late last night
but I'm a supergirl, and supergirls just fly.

And then she'd shout down the line tell me she's got no more time
'cause she's a supergirl, and supergirls don't hide.
And then she'd scream in my face, tell me that leave, leave this place
'cause she's a supergirl, and supergirls just fly

Yes, she's a supergirl, a supergirl,
she's sewing seeds, she's burning trees
She's sewing seeds, she's burning trees,
yes, she's a supergirl, a supergirl, a supergirl, my supergirl..


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U2 - Bad

If you twist and turn away
If you tear yourself in two again
If I could, yes I would
If I could, I would
Let it go
Surrender
Dislocate


If I could throw this
Lifeless lifeline to the wind
Leave this heart of clay
See you walk, walk away
Into the night
And through the rain
Into the half-light
And through the flame


If I could through myself
Set your spirit free
I'd lead your heart away
See you break, break away
Into the light
And to the day


To let it go
And so to fade away
To let it go
And so fade away


I'm wide awake
I'm wide awake
Wide awake
I'm not sleeping
Oh, no, no, no


If you should ask then maybe they'd
Tell you what I would say
True colors fly in blue and black
Bruised silken sky and burning flag
Colors crash, collide in blood shot eyes


If I could, you know I would
If I could, I would
Let it go...


This desperation
Dislocation
Separation
Condemnation
Revelation
In temptation
Isolation
Desolation
Let it go


And so fade away
To let it go
And so fade away
To let it go
And so to fade away


I'm wide awake
I'm wide awake
Wide awake
I'm not sleeping
Oh, no, no, no

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Modena City Ramblers - Notturno: Camden Lock

A volte il vento mi porta
le note di un flauto o il profumo di pioggia
e sogno di averti al mio fianco
ma so che l'oceano mi separa da te
Voglio stare un po' seduto qui
a finire il mio bicchiere
e a guardare le barche addormentate
sulle acque del Regent's Canal
da qui non si sente il traffico
che percorre la Camden High street
solo il vento mi porta le voci degli uomini
di ritorno dall'ultimo pub
Il silenzio addormenta la grande città
che si culla sotto la luna
chiude gli occhi ai barboni nei sacchi a pelo
al riparo di Waterloo bridge
calma il sonno degli immigrati
con le loro valigie disfatte
li riporta nel sogno
là dov'è il loro cuore
per le strade di Delhi o Tralee
E anch'io ti mando un pensiero
E un augurio di sonni tranquilli
Ma vorrei che potessi sederti al mio fianco
Sul pontile del Regent's Canal
Bevo l'ultimo sorso e ritorno
alla stanza che da un po' chiamo casa
e cammino leggero per non disturbare
la città che continua a dormire
i negozi e le banche chiuse
la Nothern Line silenziosa e deserta
le puttane a King's Cross
finalmente struccate
a godersi la tranquillità
E anch'io mi addormento più calmo
E spero che ti ritroverò in sogno
E che cammineremo per mano nel sole
Sulle rive del Regent's Canal

BruceSmith wrote: U2 - Bad

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