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Wednesday, January 25, 2006 - ore 09:29
Caraoche nait.
(categoria: " Vita Quotidiana ")
Ho violentato Smells like teen spirit al karaoke. In compenso Mist-ero in coppia con Momo è venuta bene. Adesso per un po’ basta, almeno finchè non mi aggiornano un po’ ’sto repertorio che è lo stesso da un anno a questa parte. Poi stamattina ho messo su i Counting Crows e riuscivo a tenere i ritmi di Adam Duritz, purtroppo non c’era nessuno a sentirmi e nessuno mai mi crederà.
Counting Crows - Einstein on the beach (For an eggman) (2003) Albert’s always sincere, he’s a sensitive type
His intentions are clear, he wanna be well-liked
If everything is nothing, then are we anything?
Is it better to be better than to be anything?
And Albert’s vision is blooming uncontrolled
All his wings are slowly sinking
The world begins to disappear
The worst things come from inside here
All the king’s men reappear
For an eggman, on and off the wall
Who’ll never be together again
Einstein’s down on the beach staring into the sand
Cause everything he believes in is shattered
What you fear in the night in the day comes to call anyway-ay
We all get burned as:
One more sun comes sliding down the sky
One more shadow leans against the wall
The world begins to disappear
The worst things come from inside here
And all the king’s men reappear
For an eggman, on and off the wall
Who’ll never be together again
Albert’s waiting in the sun
On a field American
For the cause of some inflated form of hit and run
One more sun comes sliding down the sky
One more shadow leans against the wall
The world begins to disappear
The worst things come from inside here
And all the king’s men reappear
For an eggman, fallin’ off the wall
Will never be together again
Albert’s fallen on the sun
Cracked his head wide open
The world begins to disappear
The worst things come from inside here
And all the king’s men reappear
For an eggman, falling, falling
The world begins to disappear
The worst things come from inside here
And all the king’s men reappear
For an eggman, fallin’ off the wall
Will never be together again
No, never be together again
No, no, never, never, never again, uh huh
What you fear in the night in the day comes to call anyway.
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