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  1. #31
    Anthem - L. Cohen

    The birds they sang
    at the break of day
    Start again
    I heard them say
    Don't dwell on what
    has passed away
    or what is yet to be.

    Ah the wars they will
    be fought again
    The holy dove
    She will be caught again
    bought and sold
    and bought again
    the dove is never free.

    Ring the bells that still can ring
    Forget your perfect offering
    There is a crack in everything
    That's how the light gets in.

    We asked for signs
    the signs were sent:
    the birth betrayed
    the marriage spent
    Yeah the widowhood
    of every government --
    signs for all to see.

    I can't run no more
    with that lawless crowd
    while the killers in high places
    say their prayers out loud.
    But they've summoned, they've summoned up
    a thundercloud
    and they're going to hear from me.

    Ring the bells that still can ring ...

    You can add up the parts
    but you won't have the sum
    You can strike up the march,
    there is no drum
    Every heart, every heart
    to love will come
    but like a refugee.

    Ring the bells that still can ring
    Forget your perfect offering
    There is a crack, a crack in everything
    That's how the light gets in.

    Ring the bells that still can ring
    Forget your perfect offering
    There is a crack, a crack in everything
    That's how the light gets in.
    That's how the light gets in.
    That's how the light gets in.

  2. #32

    oggi mi sento molto...

    oggi mi sento molto "romeo is bleeding" di Tom Waits... sarà la malattia -_-

    romeo is bleeding but not so as you'd notice
    he's over on 18th street as usual
    looking so hatd against the hood of his car
    ans putting out a cigarette in his hand
    and for all the pachucos at the pumps
    at romeros paint and body
    they all seein how far they can spit
    well it was just another night
    but now they're huddled in the brake lights of a 58 belair
    and listenin how romeo killed a sherif with his knife

    and they all jump when they hear the sirens
    but romeo just laughs and says
    all the racket in the world ain't never gonna
    save that coppers ass
    he'll never see another summertime
    for gunnin down my brother
    and leavin him like a dog
    beneath a car without his knife

    and romeo says hey man gimme a cigatette
    and they all reach for their pack
    and frankie lights it for him and pats him on the back
    and throws a bottle at a milk truck
    and as it breaks he grabs his nuts
    and they all know they could ve just like romeo
    if they only had the guts

    but romeo is bleeding but nobody can tell
    amd he sings along with the radio
    with a bullet in his chest
    and he combs back his fenders
    and they all agree its clear
    that everything is cool now that romeos here
    but romeo is bleeding
    and he winches now and then and he leans against
    the car door and feels the blood in his shoes
    and someones crying in the phone booth
    at the 5 points by the store
    romeo starts his engine
    and wipes the blood of the door
    and he brodys through the signal
    with the radio full blast
    leavin the boys there hikin up their chinos
    and they all try to stand like romeo
    beneath the moon cut like a sickle
    and they're talkin now in spanish about their hero

    but romeo is bleeding as he gives the man his ticket
    and he climbs to the balcony at the movies
    and he'll die without a whimper
    like every heros dream
    just an angel with a bullet
    and cagney in the screen

  3. #33
    Io mi sento un pò Insensitive di Jann Arden e un pò I want it all dei Queen. Una iena, praticamente.
    There ain't no smoke without fire.
    Perfection is boring.
    Don't get too close: shock hazard.

  4. #34
    in questi giorni è

    Audioslave Be Yourself

    Someone falls to pieces
    Sleeping all alone
    Someone kills the pain
    Spinning in the silence
    She finally drifts away
    Someone gets excited
    In a chapel yard
    And catches a bouquet
    Another lays a dozen
    White roses on a grave

    Yeahhh...

    And to be yourself is all that you can do
    Heyyyy...
    To be yourself is all that you can do

    Someone finds salvation in everyone
    Another only pain
    Someone tries to hide himself
    Down inside himself he prays
    Someone swears his true love
    Until the end of time
    Another runs away
    Separate or united
    Healthy or insane

    And to be yourself is all that you can do(all that you can do)
    Yeahhh...
    To be yourself is all that you can do(all that you can do)
    To be yourself is all that you can do(all that you can do)
    Heyyyy...
    Be yourself is all that you can do

    Even when you've paid enough
    Been put upon or been held up
    Every single memory of the good or bad
    Faces of Love
    Don't lose any sleep tonight
    I'm sure everything will end up alright
    You may win or lose
    ¨
    But to be yourself is all that you can do
    Yeahhh...
    To be yourself is all that you can do

    Ohhhh...
    To be yourself is all that you can do(all that you can do)
    Heeey...
    To be yourself is all that you can do(all that you can do)
    To be yourself is all that you can--
    Be yourself is all that you can--
    Be yourself is all that you can do

  5. #35
    In uno dei pochi telefinlm che seguivo volentieri, Ally McBeal, la psichiatra più picchiata dei suoi pazienti consigliava a tutti di trovarsi una canzone particolare da cantarsi mentalmente per darsi coraggio, per muoversi "psicologicamente" a ritmo dei propri bisogni e dei propri desideri.

    Allora l'ho cercata anch'io, e, dopo qualche periodo di riflessione, l'ho trovata e da allora è "il mio" ritmo personalissimo, mai più abbandonato.

    Jungle Boogie , Kool and the gang.
    «Bisogna vedere quel che non si è visto, vedere di nuovo quel che si è già visto, vedere in primavera quel che si è visto in estate, vedere di giorno quel che si è visto di notte, con il sole dove la prima volta pioveva, la pietra che ha cambiato posto.»

  6. #36
    Golden bown - the stranglers
    Welcome to de cruel world

  7. #37
    Utente di HTML.it L'avatar di Melly
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    Tiromancino
    I Giorni Migliori

    Certe cose che senti nell'aria
    non le devi nascondere
    le conosci a memoria
    ma non puoi condividerle,
    se il tuo viaggio
    in un posto lontano, piu' libero...

    Oltre i muri che vedi andando avanti
    fra i discorsi invidiosi e arroganti,
    le cose che senti nel cuore
    non rinnegarle mai
    sono fragili ma possiamo difenderle
    se voleranno in alto i nostri pensieri
    piu' limpidi.

    Aiutami a ritrovare l'interesse
    per le piccole cose
    che sono alla base di tutte le promesse
    del futuro che cresce,
    perche' sono le sfumature
    a dare vita ai colori
    e a farci tornare in mente
    le cose piu' pure
    dei giorni migliori.

    Non ci sono percorsi piu' brevi
    da cercare
    c'e' la strada in cui credi
    e il coraggio di andare
    e voleranno in alto i nostri pensieri
    piu' limpidi.

    Aiutami a ritrovare l'interesse
    per le piccole cose
    che sono alla base di tutte le promesse
    del futuro che cresce,
    perche' sono le sfumature
    a dare vita ai colori
    e a farci tornare in mente
    le cose piu' pure
    dei giorni migliori
    dei giorni migliori
    dei giorni migliori
    dei giorni migliori
    Aiutami a ritrovare l’interesse per le piccole cose che sono alla base di tutte le promesse del futuro che cresce, perché sono le sfumature a dare vita ai colori e a farci tornare in mente le cose più pure dei giorni migliori

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