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la strada verso il successo di B.P.
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concerti:dream theater per la bellezza di tre volte; angra una volta sola; labyrinth 1 e aspetto la seconda; PFM; elio e le storie tese e c’è stato da morir dal ridere, i pain of salvation, i symphony x,david gilmour,wayne shorter quartet,the sinner,kiss..cover band:killer queen,mercury band,kiss forever band,diapason,bar mario,mind circus (grande cuginetta!),daylight,freeway,i mala,i tornado,i bar mario,vodookiss,spirito divino,pink fire,playeds..e altri di cui ora non ricordo...film: troppi non me li ricordo ma l’ultimo è stato fast and furous 4
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tutto ciò o quasi che rigarda i dream theater, i pain of salvation, symphony x (lo so,lo so, sono una mezzo sangue!); poi metallica, iron maiden, labyrinth, il mitico ayreon, nightwish,queen e ovviamente i pink floyd, sonata arctica, quinto rigo, incubus, weather report e relativo jaco pastorius ogni tanto, anastacia, elisa, giorgia,kiss,spock’s beard,ligabue,coldplay e tanta altra roba
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trovare un mio equilibrio..
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stravolto e in continuo mutamento..
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ORA VORREI TANTO...
ORA VORREI TANTO...
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lunedì 2 ottobre 2006 - ore 20:25
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(categoria: " Musica e Canzoni ")
[Japanese bonustrack]
[music & lyrics: daniel gildenlow]
When I was a little child, I once found a bird lying on the ground.
It would not ever fly again.
I held the bird up in my hands, I shed my tears over the lovely song that
not longer could be heard.
Never learn to fly.
With dirty hands I dug a hole and gently laid the bird to rest in soil:
a wound in the tear stained mud.
My tears wore rain as I revealed the secrets of a tree.
A cross of bark to speak through wooden grains:
"never learn to fly"
I sang a song which I remembered my grandma used to sing
for me, when I was sick and laid in bed.
Then I cursed that day for showing me my own mortality
for then I knew that all that lives turns cold. Cold and dead.
And now time has passed by beneath my wings.
[kristoffer gildenlow]
That was then I’m older now, but still I can’t forget that rainy day.
I raged against the ending times, though some day soon my son will maybe
find the tree I cleansed of skin.
No chain-sling will ever climb its rotten limbs.
And when the time has come for me to die, I want to lie beside that bird.
Never learn to fly.
When I was a little child, I once found myself dying on the ground
and now I’ll never ...fly...
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