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 BaD BoY, 26 anni spritzino di Detroit..Devil's Night CHE FACCIO? Hangman's Joke..Vendicatore di Anime Sono single [ SONO OFFLINE ] [ PROFILONE ] [ SCRIVIMI ]  STO LEGGENDO HO VISTO STO ASCOLTANDO            .jpg) .jpg) .jpg)          .jpg) .jpg)    ....and more!!!   ABBIGLIAMENTO del GIORNO ORA VORREI TANTO... STO STUDIANDO... OGGI IL MIO UMORE E'... ORA VORREI TANTO... ORA VORREI TANTO... ORA VORREI TANTO... PARANOIE Nessuna scelta effettuata MERAVIGLIE Nessuna scelta effettuata |
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sabato 20 febbraio 2010 - ore 18:57 ..’74-’75 Got no reason for coming to me and the rain running down. There’s no reason. And the same voice coming to me like it’s all slowin down. And believe me-- I was the one who let you know I was your sorry-ever-after. ’74-’75 Giving me more and I’ll defy ’Cause you’re really only after ’74-’75. It’s not easy, nothing to say ’cause it’s already said. It’s never easy. When I look on your eyes then I find that I’ll do fine. When I look on your eyes then I’ll do better. I was the one who let you know I was your sorry-ever-after. ’74-’75. Giving me more and I’ll defy "cause you’re really only after ’74-’75 COMMENTA (0 commenti presenti) - PERMALINK domenica 15 novembre 2009 - ore 22:08 ..The Highwayman  among the ghastly trees The moon was a ghostly galleon tossed upon the cloudy seas The road was a ribbon of moonlight over the purple moor When the highwayman came riding, riding,riding The highwayman came riding up to the old inn door. He´d a french cocked hat at his forehead a bunch of lace at his chin A coat of claret velvet and breeches of brown doe-skin They fitted with nary a wrinkle his boots were up to the thigh and he rode with a jeweled twinkle his pistol butts a-twinkle his rapier hilt a-twinkle under the jeweled sky. And over cobbles he clattered and clashed in the dark inn-yard and he tapped with his whip on the shutters but all was locked and barred He whistled a tune to the window and who should be waiting there but the landlord´s black-eyed daughter Bess,the landlord´s daughter plaiting a dark red love knot into her long black hair. "One kiss my bonny sweetheart, I´m after a prize tonight but I should be back with the yellow gold before the morning light Yet if they press me sharply and harry me through the day Then look for me by the moonlight watch for me by the moonlight I´ll come to thee by the moonlight though hell should bar the way." He rose up right in the stirrups he scarce could reach her hand but she loosened her hair in the casement his face burned like a brand As a black cascade of purfume came tumbling over his breast and he kissed it´s waves in the moonlight oh,sweet waves in the moonlight He tugged at his rein in the moonlight and galloped away to the west. He did not come at the dawning He did not come at noon And out of the tawny sunset before the rise of the moon When the road was a gypsy´s ribbon looping the purple moor A redcoat troop came marching marching,marching King George´s men came marching up to the old inn door. They said no word to the landlord they drank his ale instead but they gagged his daughter and bound her to the foot of her narrow bed Two of them knelt at the casement with muskets at their side There was death at every window hell at one dark window for Bess could see through the casement the road that he would ride. They had tied her up to attention with many a sniggering jest They had bound a musket beside her with the barrel beneath her breast "Now keep good watch"and they kissed her she heard the dead man say "Look for me by the moonlight Watch for me by the moonlight I´ll come to thee by the moonlight though hell should bar the way." She twisted her hands behind her but all the knots held good! But she writhed her hands ´til her fingers were wet with sweat or blood They stretched and strained in the darkness and the hours crawled by like years till now on the stroke of midnight cold on the stroke of midnight the tip of her finger touched it the trigger at least was hers. Tot-a-lot,tot-a-lot had they heard it? The horse´s hooves rang clear Tot-a-lot,tot-a-lot in the distance were they deaf they did not hear? Down the ribbon of moonlight over the brow of the hill The highwayman came riding, riding,riding The redcoats looked to their priming she stood up straight and still. Tot-a-lot in the frosty silence Tot-a-lot in the echoing night Nearer he came and nearer her face was like a light Her eyes grew wide for a moment she drew a last deep breath Then her finger moved in the moonlight her musket shattered the moonlight shattered her breast in the moonlight and warned him with her death. He turned,he spurred to the west He did not know she stood bowed with her head o´er musket drenched with her own red blood Not till the dawn he heard it his face grew grey to hear How Bess the landlord´s daughter the landlord´s black-eyed daughter had watched for her love in the moonlight and died in the darkness there. And back he spurred like a madman shrieking a curse to the sky! With the white road smoking behind him and his rapier brandished high! Blood-red were the spurs in the golden noon wine-red was his velvet coat When they shot him down in the highway down like a dog on the highway and he lay in his blood in the highway with a bunch of lace at his throat. Still on a winter´s night they say when the wind is in the trees When the moon is a ghostly galleon tossed upon the cloudy seas When the road is a ribbon of moonlight over the purple moor a highwayman comes riding, riding,riding a highwayman comes riding up to the old inn door.  COMMENTA (0 commenti presenti) - PERMALINK domenica 15 novembre 2009 - ore 20:06 ..Breathe  I see what life has dealt to me With every sadness I deny I feel a chance inside me die Give me a taste of something new To touch to hold to pull me through Send me a guiding light that shines Across this darkened life of mine Breathe some soul in me Breathe your gift of love to me Breathe life to lay ’fore me Breathe to make me breathe For every man who built a home A paper promise for his own He fights against an open flow Of lies and failures, we all know To those who have and who have not How can you live with what you’ve got? Give me a touch of something sure I could be happy evermore Breathe some soul in me Breathe your gift of love to me Breathe life to lay ’fore me To see to make me breathe Breathe your honesty Breathe your innocence to me Breathe your word and set me free Breathe to make me breathe This life prepares the strangest things The dreams we dream of what life brings The highest highs can turn around To sow love’s seeds on stony ground Breathe Breathe Breathe some soul in me Breathe your gift of love to me Breathe life to lay ’fore me To see to make me breathe Breathe your honesty Breathe your innocence to me Breathe your word and set me free Breathe to make me breathe  COMMENTA (0 commenti presenti) - PERMALINK martedì 4 agosto 2009 - ore 03:43 Le persone ti deludono..’ COMMENTA (0 commenti presenti) - PERMALINK giovedì 26 febbraio 2009 - ore 13:51 ..Bring me back to life  COMMENTA (0 commenti presenti) - PERMALINK giovedì 26 febbraio 2009 - ore 01:05 ..You  COMMENTA (0 commenti presenti) - PERMALINK lunedì 16 febbraio 2009 - ore 20:04 ..Soul Kitchen Well, the clock says it’s time to close now I guess I’d better go now I’d really like to stay here all night The cars crawl past all stuffed with eyes Street lights share their hollow glow Your brain seems bruised with numb surprise Still one place to go Still one place to go Let me sleep all night in your soul kitchen Warm my mind near your gentle stove Turn me out and I’ll wander baby Stumblin’ in the neon groves Well, your fingers weave quick minarets Speak in secret alphabets I light another cigarette Learn to forget, learn to forget Learn to forget, learn to forget Let me sleep all night in your soul kitchen Warm my mind near your gentle stove Turn me out and I’ll wander baby Stumblin’ in the neon groves Well the clock says it’s time to close now I know I have to go now I really want to stay here All night, all night, all night  COMMENTA (0 commenti presenti) - PERMALINK venerdì 6 febbraio 2009 - ore 00:27 ..You Find Me I found God on the corner of 1st and Amistad Where the West was all but won All alone, smoking his last cigarette I said, "Where’ve you been?" He said, "Ask anything." Where were you, when everything was falling apart. All my days were spent by the telephone that never rang And all I needed was a call that never came To the corner of 1st and Amistad Lost and insecure, you found me, you found me Lying on the floor, surrounded, surrounded Why’d you have to wait? Where were you? Where were you? Just a little late, you found me, you found me. But in the end everyone ends up alone Losing her, the only one who’s ever known Who I am, who I’m not and who I wanna to be No way to know how long she will be next to me Lost and insecure, you found me, you found me Lying on the floor, surrounded, surrounded Why’d you have to wait? Where were you? Where were you? Just a little late, you found me, you found me. The early morning, the city breaks And I’ve been calling for years and years and years And you never left me no messages You never sent me no letters You got some kind of nerve taking all I want Lost and insecure, you found me, you found me Lying on the floor, Where were you? Where were you? Lost and insecure, you found me, you found me Lying on the floor, surrounded, surrounded Why’d you have to wait? Where were you? Where were you? Just a little late, you found me, you found me. Why’d you have to wait, to find me, to find me?  COMMENTA (0 commenti presenti) - PERMALINK venerdì 19 dicembre 2008 - ore 16:11 ..Woman in Love Life is a moment in space When the dream is gone It’s a lonelier place I kiss the morning goodbye...  COMMENTA (0 commenti presenti) - PERMALINK domenica 30 novembre 2008 - ore 16:55 ..Small I like to sit here in the sunshine The trees in the fields are green sublime Suspended in time And don’t it make you feel small? I like to sit here by the fire’s light The trees in the fields lie bare to the night The stars burn bright And don’t it make you feel small? Everyone needs a place they can hide Hide away find a space to be alone Everyone needs a place they can hide Everyone needs to find peace sublime I like to sit here in the autumn time The trees in the fields they rustle in the wind The church bells gently chime Gentle on your mind Suspended in time And don’t it make you feel small? Everyone needs a place they can hide Everyone need to find peace sublime Oh peace of mind Everyone needs a place they can hide Hide away find a space to be alone Everyone needs a place they can hide Hide away find a space to be alone Everyone needs a place they can hide Hide away find a space to be alone Everyone needs a place they can hide Everyone needs to find, peace sublime Oh, peace of mind  COMMENTA (0 commenti presenti) - PERMALINK > > > MESSAGGI PRECEDENTI |
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