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  • marcandrea
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    loituma

    [youtube]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vjvVBCNcL_A[/youtube]

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    • Dave Clark's attacks
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      quella dei loituma è una vera e propria poesia...
      rattu za parari parara landi parere lanti stantu laribirabirella....

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      • marcandrea
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        Originariamente Scritto da Dave Clark's attacks Visualizza Messaggio
        quella dei loituma è una vera e propria poesia...
        rattu za parari parara landi parere lanti stantu laribirabirella....
        mi rilassa... quando sono in auto l'ascolto in continuazione

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        • Dave Clark's attacks
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          hai mai visto la versione dv sta sl il ritornello cn quella cn il porro in mano ke lo fa girare in continuazione

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          • marcandrea
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            Originariamente Scritto da Dave Clark's attacks Visualizza Messaggio
            hai mai visto la versione dv sta sl il ritornello cn quella cn il porro in mano ke lo fa girare in continuazione
            si...

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            • Dave Clark's attacks
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              aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa questa nn l'avevo vista...... conoscevo quell'altra versione

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              • marcandrea
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                Originariamente Scritto da Dave Clark's attacks Visualizza Messaggio
                aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa questa nn l'avevo vista...... conoscevo quell'altra versione
                infatti questa è loituma è cresciuta

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                • MadRock
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                  TALK TONIGHT - Oasis

                  Sittin' on my own
                  Chewin' on a bone
                  A thousand million
                  Miles from home
                  When Something hit me
                  Somewhere right between the eyes

                  Sleepin' on a plane
                  You know you can't complain
                  You took your last chance
                  Once again
                  I landed, stranded
                  Hardly even knew your name

                  I wanna talk tonight
                  Until the mornin' light
                  'Bout how you saved my life
                  You and me see how we are
                  You and me see how we are

                  All your dreams are made
                  Of Strawberry lemonade
                  And you make sure
                  I eat today
                  You take me walking
                  To where you played
                  When you were young

                  I'll never say that I
                  Won't ever make you cry
                  And this I'll say
                  I don't know why
                  I know I'm leavin'
                  But I'll be back another day

                  I wanna talk tonight
                  Until the mornin' light
                  'Bout how you saved my life
                  (You saved my life)
                  I wanna talk tonight
                  (I wanna talk tonight)
                  'Bout how you saved my life

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                  • THE ALEX
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                    I Say A Little Prayer Aretha Franklin

                    The moment I wake up
                    Before I put on my makeup
                    I say a little prayer for you
                    While combing my hair, now,
                    And wondering what dress to wear, now,
                    I say a little prayer for you

                    Forever, forever, you'll stay in my heart
                    and I will love you
                    Forever, forever, we never will part
                    Oh, how I'll love you
                    Together, together, that's how it must be
                    To live without you
                    Would only be heartbreak for me.

                    I run for the bus, dear,
                    While riding I think of us, dear,
                    I say a little prayer for you.
                    At work I just take time
                    And all through my coffee break-time,
                    I say a little prayer for you.

                    Forever, forever, you'll stay in my heart
                    and I will love you
                    Forever, forever we never will part
                    Oh, how I'll love you
                    Together, together, that's how it must be
                    To live without you
                    Would only be heartbreak for me.

                    My darling believe me,
                    For me there is no one
                    But you.




                    « Success is my only mothafuckin' option,failure's not.... »

                    PRESENTI




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                      blur-the wassailing song

                      Wassail, wassail all over the town
                      Our toast it is white and our ale it is brown
                      Our bowl it is made of the white maple tree
                      With the wassailing bowl, we'll drink to thee

                      So here is to Cherry and to his right cheek
                      Pray God send our master a good piece of beef
                      And a good piece of beef that may we all see
                      With the wassailing bowl, we'll drink to thee

                      And here is to Dobbin and to his right eye
                      Pray God send our master a good Christmas pie
                      A good Christmas pie that may we all see
                      With the wassailing bowl, we'll drink to thee

                      So here is to Broad Mary and to her broad horn
                      May God send our master a good crop of corn
                      And a good crop of corn that may we all see
                      With the wassailing bowl, we'll drink to thee

                      And here is to Fillpail and to her left ear
                      Pray God send our master a happy New Year
                      And a happy New Year as e'er he did see
                      With the wassailing bowl, we'll drink to thee

                      And here is to Colly and to her long tail
                      Pray God send our master he never may fail
                      A bowl of strong beer! I pray you draw near
                      And our jolly wassail it's then you shall hear
                      Come butler, come fill us a bowl of the best
                      Then we hope that your soul in heaven may rest
                      But if you do draw us a bowl of the small
                      Then down shall go butler, bowl and all
                      Then here's to the maid in the lily white smock
                      Who tripped to the door and slipped back the lock
                      Who tripped to the door and pulled back the pin
                      For to let these jolly wassailers in.

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                      • Icarus
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                        Coldplay
                        Clocks

                        Lights go out and I can't be saved
                        Tides that I tried to swim against
                        Have brought me down upon my knees
                        Oh I beg, I beg and plead
                        Singing

                        Come out of things unsaid
                        Shoot an apple off my head
                        And a trouble that can't be named
                        A tiger's waiting to be tamed

                        Singing
                        You are
                        You are

                        Confusion that never stops
                        The closing walls and ticking clocks
                        Gonna come back and take you home
                        I could not stop, that you now know
                        Singing come out upon my seas
                        Curse missed opportunities
                        Am I a part of the cure
                        Or am I part of the disease

                        Singing
                        you are, you are
                        You are, you are
                        You are, you are
                        You are, you are

                        And nothing else compares
                        Oh nothing else compares
                        And nothing else compares

                        You are, you are

                        Home, home where I wanted to go
                        Home, home where I wanted to go

                        Home, (you) home where I wanted to (are) go
                        Home, (you) home where I wanted to (are) go
                        Presidente siamo con Te,
                        meno male che Silvio muore.

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                        • MadRock
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                          GIVE ME ONE REASON - t.Chapman

                          Give me one reason to stay here - and I'll turn right back around
                          Give me one reason to stay here - and I'll turn right back around
                          Because I don't want leave you lonely
                          But you got to make me change my mind
                          Baby I got your number and I know that you got mine
                          But you know that I called you, I called too many times
                          You can call me baby, you can call me anytime
                          But you got to call me
                          Give me one reason to stay here - and I'll turn right back around
                          Give me one reason to stay here - and I'll turn right back around
                          Because I don't want leave you lonely
                          But you got to make me change my mind
                          I don't want no one to squeeze me - they might take away my life
                          I don't want no one to squeeze me - they might take away my life
                          I just want someone to hold me and rock me through the night
                          This youthful heart can love you and give you what you need
                          This youthful heart can love you and give you what you need
                          But I'm too old to go chasing you around
                          Wasting my precious energy
                          Give me one reason to stay here - and I'll turn right back around
                          Give me one reason to stay here - and I'll turn right back around
                          Because I don't want leave you lonely
                          But you got to make me change my mind
                          Baby just give me one reason - Give me just one reason why
                          Baby just give me one reason - Give me just one reason why I should stay
                          Said I told you that I loved you
                          And there ain't no more to say

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                          • Icarus
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                            Kunta Kinte
                            Daniele Silvestri


                            Conto quanto kunta kinte
                            e in quanto kunta kinte canto
                            Conto quanto kunta kinte
                            e in quanto kunta kinte canto

                            (conto quanto) conto quanto (kunta kinte) kunta kinte
                            (e in quanto kunta kinte canto) canto
                            (conto quanto) conto quanto (kunta kinte) kunta kinte
                            (e in quanto kunta kinte canto) canto

                            Conto quanti anelli mi dividono
                            dai piendi di quelli avanti che mi guidano
                            vedi sono quanti quelli che mi legano
                            agli altrettanti piedi che mi seguono

                            Riconoscendo il nesso matematico
                            calibro il passo giusto in modo pratico
                            prima più lento.. e poi recupero
                            rapido accellero valuto

                            Il vincolo fisico e ritmico
                            equidistante tra il minimo e il massimo
                            centro nevralgico e punto di transito
                            tramite il flusso di dati comuni e poi quindi mi libero

                            ...

                            Conto quanti passi si ripetono
                            e quanti passi sotto si propagano
                            i piedi sono tanti quanti se ne sentono
                            solo a ricordarli e già salito il numero

                            Riconoscendo il fatto come epico
                            calibro il gesto giusto in modo clinico
                            prima più lento.. e poi recupero
                            prima c'è il vento.. e dopo arrivano

                            Sono primo io e sono l'ultimo
                            Sono primo io e sono l'ultimo
                            è un fatto tipico
                            del gioco ciclico del ritmo mantrico
                            perciò
                            parole su parole
                            su milioni di parole
                            come cellule si scontrano
                            si moltiplicano
                            conto quanto kunta kinte
                            e in quanto kunta kinte canto

                            Conto quanto kunta kinte
                            e in quanto kunta kinte canto
                            Conto quanto kunta kinte
                            e in quanto kunta kinte canto

                            (conto quanto) conto quanto (kunta kinte) kunta kinte
                            (e in quanto kunta kinte canto) canto

                            L'unico miracolo politico riuscito in questo secolo
                            e avere fatto in modo che gli schiavi si parlassero
                            si assomigliassero
                            perché così faceva comodo per il mercato unico e libero.

                            Però così succede che gli schiavi si conoscono, si riconoscono
                            magari poi riconoscendosi
                            succede che gli schiavi si organizzano
                            e se si contano allora vincono.

                            Catene di catene, su catene di milioni di catene
                            come fili di un lunghissimo telefono
                            come reticolo pieno di traffico
                            e nessunissimo bisogno di semaforo.

                            Sulla mia schiena è stato tatuato un numero.
                            La mia catena è come un filo del telefono.
                            La mia condanna è che se mi fermo mi uccidono.
                            La mia fortuna è che sto camminando in circolo

                            Sono primo io e sono l'ultimo
                            Sono primo io e sono l'ultimo
                            è un fatto tipico
                            del gioco ciclico del ritmo mantrico
                            perciò
                            parole su parole
                            su milioni di parole
                            come cellule si scontrano
                            si moltiplicano
                            conto quanto kunta kinte
                            e in quanto kunta kinte canto

                            (conto quanto) conto quanto (kunta kinte) kunta kinte
                            (e in quanto kunta kinte canto) canto
                            (conto quanto) conto quanto (kunta kinte) kunta kinte
                            (e in quanto kunta kinte canto) canto (rip. x 4)
                            Presidente siamo con Te,
                            meno male che Silvio muore.

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                            • Zuccone
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                              Wish It Would Rain Down

                              Phil Collins

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                              You know I never meant to see you again
                              and I only passed by as a friend
                              All this time I stayed out of sight
                              I started wondering why

                              Now I, I wish it would rain down, down on me
                              Yes I wish it would rain, rain down on me now

                              You said you didn't need me in your life
                              I guess you were right
                              Well I never meant to cause you no pain
                              But it looks like I did it again

                              Now I, I wish ....

                              Though your hurt is gone, mines hanging on, inside
                              And I know it's eating me through every night and day
                              I'm just waiting on your sign

                              'Cos I know, I know I never meant to cause you no pain
                              And I realize I let you down
                              But I know in my heart of heart of hearts
                              I know I'm never gonna hold you again
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                              Un vincente trova sempre una strada,un perdente trova sempre una scusa

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                              • MadRock
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                                NEW SLANG - The shins

                                Gold teeth and a curse for this town were all in my mouth.
                                Only, i don't know how they got out, dear.
                                Turn me back into the pet that i was when we met.
                                I was happier then with no mind-set.

                                And if you'd 'a took to me like
                                A gull takes to the wind.
                                Well, i'd 'a jumped from my tree
                                And i'd a danced like the king of the eyesores
                                And the rest of our lives would 'a fared well.

                                New slang when you notice the stripes, the dirt in your fries.
                                Hope it's right when you die, old and bony.
                                Dawn breaks like a bull through the hall,
                                Never should have called
                                But my head's to the wall and i'm lonely.

                                And if you'd 'a took to me like
                                A gull takes to the wind.
                                Well, i'd 'a jumped from my tree
                                And i'd a danced like the kind of the eyesores
                                And the rest of our lives would 'a fared well.

                                God speed all the bakers at dawn may they all cut their thumbs,
                                And bleed into their buns 'till they melt away.

                                I'm looking in on the good life i might be doomed never to find.
                                Without a trust or flaming fields am i too dumb to refine?
                                And if you'd 'a took to me like
                                Well i'd a danced like the queen of the eyesores
                                And the rest of our lives would 'a fared well.

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