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Dont remember where I was
I realized life was a game
The more seriously I took things
The harder the rules became
I had no idea what itd cost
My life passed before my eyes
I found out how little I accomplished
All my plans denied
So as you read this know my friends
Id love to stay with you all
Please smile when you think of me
My bodys gone thats all
A tout le monde
A tout les amis
Je vous aime
Je dois partir
There are the last words
Ill ever speak
And theyll set me free
If my heart was still alive
I know it would surely break
And my memories left with you
Theres nothing more to say
Moving on is a simple thing
What it leaves behind is hard
You know the sleeping feel no more pain
And the living are scarred
Pull me under Pull me under
Pull me under I’m not afraid
All that I feel is honor and spite
All I can do is set it right
la canzone,di Mogol-Battisti fu cantata dai DikDik che le diedero un discreto successo.3/4 anni fa,fu scovato questo che senti che non e' altro che un provino della canzone.
« Success is my only mothafuckin' option,failure's not.... »
Ma mai nessuno si ricorda di lui?
Era un grande,con i sui testi graffianti,di denuncia sociale,ironici,non sense.Erano unici.Com'era lui.
"«Aida rappresenta tutte le donne da settant’anni a questa parte, quindi la nonna, la mamma, la fidanzata, un’eventuale futura mia figlia. Sono tutte Aide, che hanno sofferto come forse ho sofferto io negli ultimi ventott’anni e come ha sofferto mia madre…»
Lei sfogliava i suoi ricordi
le sue istantanee i suoi tabù
le sue madonne i suoi rosari
e mille mari e alalà
i suoi vestiti di lino e seta
le calze a rete
Marlene e Charlot
e dopo giugno il gran conflitto
e poi l'Egitto e un'altra età
marce svastiche e federali
sotto i fanali l'oscurità
e poi il ritorno
in un paese diviso
nero nel viso
più rosso d'amore
Aida come sei bella
Aida le tue battaglie
i compromessi, la povertà
i salari bassi la fame bussa
il terrore russo
Cristo e Stalin
Aida la costituente
la democrazia
e chi ce l'ha
e poi trent'anni di safari
fra antilopi e giaguari
sciacalli e lapin
Aida come sei bella
Ma mai nessuno si ricorda di lui?
Era un grande,con i sui testi graffianti,di denuncia sociale,ironici,non sense.Erano unici.Com'era lui.
"«Aida rappresenta tutte le donne da settant’anni a questa parte, quindi la nonna, la mamma, la fidanzata, un’eventuale futura mia figlia. Sono tutte Aide, che hanno sofferto come forse ho sofferto io negli ultimi ventott’anni e come ha sofferto mia madre…»
stavolta non dici cazzate...
« Success is my only mothafuckin' option,failure's not.... »
We're not indestructible,
Baby better get that straight.
I think it's unbelieveable,
How you give into the hands of fate.
Some things are worth fighting for,
some feelings never die.
I'm not asking for another chance,
I just wanna know why.
(chorus)
There's no easy way out,
There's no shortcut home.
There's no easy way out,
Giving in can't be wrong.
I don't wanna pasify you,
I don't wanna drag you down.
But I'm Feeling like a prisoner,
Like A Strange in a no-name town.
I See all the angry faces,
Afraid that could be you and me.
Talking about what might have been,
Thinking about what it used to be.
(chorus)
There's no easy way out,
There's no shortcut home.
There's no easy way out,
Giving in can't be wrong.
Baby Baby we can shed this skin,
We can know how we feel inside.
Instead of going down an endless road,
Not knowing if we're dead or alive.
Some things are worth fighting for,
some feelings never die.
I'm not asking for another chance,
I just wanna know why.
(chorus)
There's no easy way out,
There's no shortcut home.
There's no easy way out,
givin in, givin in, can't be wrong.
fa le pulizie invece di sporcare.E non mi sembra poco...la puzza invece credo sia la stessa.
io ho conosciuto una vietnamita a bangkok che lavorava da un tipo italiano...un ristorante che faceva specialità valtellinesi cmq, una bellissima donna...e nn puzzava moltissimo (nn puzzava per niente)
io ho conosciuto una vietnamita a bangkok che lavorava da un tipo italiano...un ristorante che faceva specialità valtellinesi cmq, una bellissima donna...e nn puzzava moltissimo (nn puzzava per niente)
menzogna...e' impossibile
« Success is my only mothafuckin' option,failure's not.... »
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