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[bean]

Days like this, I don't know what to do with myself

All day and all night

I wander the halls along the walls and under my breath

I say to myself

I need fuel to take flight

And there's too much going on

But it's calm under the waves, in the blue of my oblivion

Under the waves in the blue of my oblivion

Is that why they call me a sullen girl, sullen girl

They don't know I used to sail the deep and tranquil sea

But he washed me shore and he took my pearl

And left an empty shell of me

...

Sullen Girl - Fiona Apple

[FrankBlack]

Cancellerei la luna per farti prigioniera

nella notte scura della mia fantasia

sogna raggiungimi appena dopo il cielo

sogna confonditi col NERO

- KARDIA -

[Sere11]

I jumped in the river and what did I see?

Black-eyed angels swam with me

A moon full of stars and astral cars

All the things I used to see

All my lovers were there with me

All my past and futures

Mi sono tuffato nel fiume, cosa ho visto?

Angeli dagli occhi neri nuotavano con me

Una luna piena di stelle e macchine astrali

Tutte le figure che ero solito vedere

Tutte le mie amanti erano lì con me

Tutto il mio passato ed il futuro

Pyramid song

[rubbish]

Battagliero,

Un concorso al Ministero segna la Maturità

Battagliero,

Rispettoso lusinghiero il giudizio che si dà...

CCCP - oh battagliero

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JUICEBOX - The Strokes

Everybody sees me

But it’s not that easy

Standing in the light field (standing in the light field)

Waiting for some action (waiting for some action)

Oh, but why won’t you come over here?

Why won’t you come over here?

We got a city to love.

Why won’t you come over here?

We got a city to love.

Old time grudges will die so slowly

I know you miss the way I saw you

And cold, you’re so cold, you’re so cold,

You’re so cold .

Nobody can see me

Everything’s too easy

Standing in the light field (standing in the light field)

Waiting for some action (waiting for some action)

Sister why won’t you come over here?

Why won’t you come over here?

We got a city to love.

Why won’t you come over here?

We got a city to love.

Old time lifts home will die so swiftly

You never trust me

For a while it was nice, but it’s time to say bye

Oh, cold, you’re so cold, you’re so cold, you’re so cold

No, no, no, cold, you’re so cold, you’re so cold, you’re so cold

Oh, no, no, no, no, cold, you’re so cold, you’re so cold, you’re so cold

Oh, you should go.

[AHAA]

Vi guardo con lo sguardo del pitone

Cosi vivi calmi e il resto

Bisogna sceglier bene ma bisogna sceglier presto

Dite che vi va di creare

Siete proprio dei pulcini

Che mi va di mangiare

Afterhours

[Marco il Santo]

Tutto questo assomiglia troppo ad una libertà

vigilata

con la paura che lavora sotto di non avere

la felicità pensata

Max Gazzè-Megabytes

[Greenplastic]

Risplendo!

Dottor Livingstone - Al Centro del Mondo

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A RUSH OF BLOOD TO THE HEAD - Coldplay

He said i'm gonna buy this place and burn it down,

I'm gonna put it six feet underground.

He said i'm gonna buy this place and watch it fall,

Stand here beside me baby in the crumbling walls.

Oh i'm gonna buy this place and start a fire,

stand here until I fill all your hearts desires.

Because i'm gonna buy this place and see it burn,

and do back the things it did to you in return.

He said i'm gonna buy a gun and start a war,

if you can tell me something worth fighting for.

Oh and i'm gonna buy this place is what i said.

Blame it upon a rush of blood to the head.

Honey, all the movements have started to make,

see me crumble and fall on my face,

And I know the mistakes that i've made,

See it all disappear without trace.

And they call as they beckon you on,

they say start as you need to go on.

(start as you need to go on)

Said i'm gonna buy this place and see it go,

and stand here beside me baby, watch the orange glow.

Someone laughed, some just sit and cry.

She just sit down there and you wonder why.

So i'm gonna buy a gun and start a war,

if you can tell me something worth fighting for.

and i'm gonna buy this place is what i said.

Blame it upon a rush of blood to the head, upto the head.

Honey, all the movements have started to make,

see me crumble and fall on my face,

And I know the mistakes that i've made,

See it all disappear without trace.

And they call us, they beckon you on,

they say start as you need to go on.

(some need to go on)

(some need to go on)

So meet me by the bridge,

Meet me by the lane,

When am I gonna see you, that pretty face again,

Oh meet me on the road,

meet me where I stand,

blame it all upon, a rush of blood to the head.

..cavolo, le canzoni vecchie sono davvero fottutamente maiuscole

che belli che erano

[kid b]

You can keep what you want

I want none of this

They're just bad memories

I don't want

Am I sunshine

You can pack it all up

And be gone

And be gone

If it matters to you

You can sell it all out

If the price feels right

I won't judge

If you get off your knees

You'll be out on a breeze

Take a lesson from me

Don't get stuck on a dream

[petlifesaver]

e fermarsi un istante per considerare

che il respiro è un dettaglio

che ci rende uguali

come cerchi nell'acqua

che non sanno nuotare

e si infrangono...

paolo benvegnù-cerchi nell'acqua

[Angelo_Sterminatore]

It’s a strange day

No colours or shapes

No sound in my head

I forget who I am

When I’m with you

There’s no reason

There’s no sense

I’m not supposed to feel

I forget who I am

I forget

GOLDFRAPP - Utopia

[FrankBlack]

NO FEAR

DESTINATION DARKNESS

[Amelie]

What's Going On - Marvin Gaye

Mother, mother

There's too many of you crying

Brother, brother, brother

There's far too many of you dying

You know we've got to find a way

To bring some lovin' here today - Yah

Father, father

We don't need to escalate

You see, war is not the answer

For only love can conquer hate

You know we've got to find a way

To bring some lovin' here today

Picket lines and picket signs

Don't punish me with brutality

Talk to me

So you can see

Oh, what's going on

What's going

Ya, what's going on

Ah, what's going on

In the mean time

Right on, baby

Right on

Right on

Father, father, everybody thinks we're wrong

Oh, but who are they to judge us

Simply because our hair is long

Oh, you know we've got to find a way

To bring some understanding here today

Oh

Picket lines and picket signs

Don't punish me with brutality

Talk to me,

So you can see

Oh, what's going on

What's going on

I’ll tell you Ya, what's going on - Uh

Ah, what's going on

Right on baby

Right on baby

[there_there]

or in the flood

you'll build an ark

an sail us to the moon

[FrankBlack]

Are we the people ?

Are we the people ?

SOME KIND OF MONSTERS

- Metallica -

[The_National_Anthem]

you're all the fucking same

up on the ladder

[Fake Plastic Man]

Keep your 'lectric eye on me babe

Put your ray gun to my head

Press your space face close to mine, love

Freak out in a moonage daydream oh yeah!

[WIERDO]

Smashing pumpkins - Mayonaise

Fool enough to almost be it

Cool enough to not quite see it

Doomed Pick your pockets full of sorrow

And run away with me tomorrow

June

We'll try and ease the pain

But somehow we'll feel the same

Well, no one knows

Where our secrets go

I send a heart to all my dearies

When your life is so, so dreary

Dream

I'm rumored to the straight and narrow

While the harlots of my perils

Scream

And I fail

But when I can, I will

Try to understand

That when I can, I will

Mother weep the years I'm missing

All our time can't be given

Back

Shut my mouth and strike the demons

That cursed you and your reasons

Out of hand and out of season

Out of love and out of feeling

So bad

When I can, I will

Words defy the plans

When I can, I will

Fool enough to almost be it

And cool enough to not quite see it

And old enough to always feel this

Always old, I'll always feel this

No more promise no more sorrow

No longer will I follow

Can anybody hear me

I just want to be me

When I can, I will

Try to understand

That when I can, I will

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LAST TRAIN - Travis

Rain on the brain

Now there’s flowers in your window

She, well she’s so strange

I don’t know anything about her

But if it’s all the same to you

Here’s what I’m gonna do

I’m gonna write a song

Gonna sing it to everyone

And then I’ll sing it to you

’cos it was you that wrote it too

This could be the last train

Search within yourself for feelings

Everybody’s got them

You left me on the shelf

And now there’s no-one to rely on

But if it’s all the same to you

Here’s what I’m gonna do

I’m gonna buy a gun

Gonna shoot eberything, everyone

And then I’m coming for you

’cos it was you that drove me to

This could be the last train

Woo-woo

Woo-woo

Woo-woo

Woo-woo

Rear window

Wit the room in her hair

And on her jacket

There’s a picture of che guevara

As he sits beneath the tree

But that’s not important

But he look a bit like me

If you took all the little feelings in your heart

And took all those little feelings apart

Oh well now

What’s the point in doing all of that?

[Sere11]

Non avrai altro Dio, all'infuori di me,

spesso mi ha fatto pensare:

genti diverse, venute dall'est

dicevan che in fondo era uguale.

Credevano a un altro diverso da te,

e non mi hanno fatto del male.

Credevano a un altro diverso da te

e non mi hanno fatto del male.

Non nominare il nome di Dio,

non nominarlo invano.

Con un coltello piantato nel fianco

gridai la mia pena e il suo nome:

ma forse era stanco, forse troppo occupato

e non ascoltò il mio dolore.

Ma forse era stanco, forse troppo lontano

davvero, lo nominai invano.

Onora il padre. Onora la madre

e onora anche il loro bastone,

bacia la mano che ruppe il tuo naso

perché le chiedevi un boccone:

quando a mio padre si fermò il cuore

non ho provato dolore.

Quando a mio padre si fermò il cuore

non ho provato dolore.

Ricorda di santificare le feste.

Facile per noi ladroni

entrare nei templi che rigurgitan salmi

di schiavi e dei loro padroni

senza finire legati agli altari

sgozzati come animali.

Senza finire legati agli altari

sgozzati come animali.

Il quinto dice "non devi rubare"

e forse io l'ho rispettato

vuotando in silenzio, le tasche già gonfie

di quelli che avevan rubato.

Ma io, senza legge, rubai in nome mio,

quegli altri, nel nome di Dio.

Ma io, senza legge, rubai in nome mio,

quegli altri, nel nome di Dio.

Non commettere atti che non siano puri

cioè non disperdere il seme.

Feconda una donna ogni volta che l'ami, così sarai uomo di fede:

poi la voglia svanisce ed il figlio rimane

e tanti ne uccide la fame.

Io, forse, ho confuso il piacere e l'amore,

ma non ho creato dolore.

Il settimo dice "non ammazzare"

se del cielo vuoi essere degno.

guardatela oggi, questa legge di Dio,

tre volte inchiodata nel legno.

guardate la fine di quel nazareno,

e un ladro non muore di meno.

Guardate la fine di quel nazareno,

e un ladro non muore di meno.

Non dire falsa testimonianza

e aiutali a uccidere un uomo.

Lo sanno a memoria il diritto divino

e scordano sempre il perdono.

Ho spergiurato su Dio e sul mio onore

e no, non ne provo dolore.

Ho spergiurato su Dio e sul mio onore

e no, non ne provo dolore.

Non desiderare la roba degli altri,

non desiderarne la sposa.

Ditelo a quelli, chiedetelo ai pochi

che hanno una donna e qualcosa:

nei letti degli altri, già caldi d'amore

non ho provato dolore.

L'invidia di ieri non è già finita:

stasera vi invidio la vita.

Ma adesso che viene la sera ed il buio

mi toglie il dolore dagli occhi

e scivola il sole al di là delle dune

a violentare altre notti:

io nel vedere quest'uomo che muore,

madre, io provo dolore.

Nella pietà che non cede al rancore,

madre, ho imparato l'amore.

Il testamento di Tito

[melampo]

What am I still to you?

Some thief who stole from you?

Or some fool drama queen whose chances were few?

That brings us to who we need,

A place where we can save

A heart that beats as both siphon and reservoir.

jeff buckley - morning theft

[Fake Plastic Man]

Everything is broken

Everyone is broken

azzeccata in questa giornata di merda...

[chionatan]

I thought of the poem with the line about the smoke

being a huge-yellow cat curling around the house.

A clownish figure, measuring out his life in coffee-spoons.

He said the idea of bondage made him laugh ;

conjured up the image of some middle-aged couple

thinking they were being a bit risque in trying

to spice up their lagging sex-lives with an array

of contrived and cliched devices.

However

with his mothers apron-strings to hand,

I can't imagine him saying no.

You say you don't feel fully fledged,

and then crawl into your mothers womb (him ?).

You're too scared to agree or disagree or even think about what you want.

You say you're scared of feeling trapped, and then lock yourself

in your mother's house.

It started in tangled duvet covered in pictures of chubby infants,

mixed drinks and the sticky-sweet taste of vomit clinging to my teeth

- scene two was a damp smelly room :

Marilyn, manga and bondage covered the cracks in the paintwork ;

day upon day cocooned in a sheet sneared with sweat and make-up.

Three month later trudging through daffodils and dogshit

he talked facetiously about having gone full circle.

He dragged symbolism out of football matches and nausea.

We looked drugged and battered.

I felt him force the roles around, making me nurse him

as though the emotional betrayal(?) was some-thing I'd done to him.

He caught the four-sixteen back home,

leaving me standing on the platform

with his sweat on my skin and cum in my hair.

" Please keep in touch !… ". I couldn't see the point.

Meanwhile, Back in Communist Russia

- Morning after pill -

[Sere11]

Sulle pire accese bruciano le streghe

I loro corpi d'estasi ribelli ad ogni potere

Bruciano i matti, bruciano i profeti

Barbari inquisiti dai giudici e dai preti

Bruciano gli eretici, brucia fra dolcino

Che sui monti prese le armi su consiglio divino

E poi bruciano i libri che sono armi puntate

Da chi si riprende le parole contro chi se l'era rubate

A parole, fuochi di parole

A parole, oltre le parole

A parole, dentro le parole

A parole, armati di parole

Si fondono nel fuoco in quel santo campo

Le parole nere ed il loro fondo bianco

E si fanno cenere di cui cospargersi il capo

per poi chinarlo muto ai piedi di chi ha giudicato

Che non siano cenere ma polvere da sparo

Quando il capo è tagliato tutto è molto più chiaro

E che ogni lettera si faccia capitale

Centro infinito finito e decentrato di un ordine innaturale

Fuochi di parole - Les Anarchistes