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Friday, August 17, 2007 - ore 09:37
La vicenda del cavallo e del barboncino criminale
(categoria: " Vita Quotidiana ")
A volte la gente non si rende conto di fare delle gran figure di merda.
In una settimana ti dimentichi quanto è bello stare con certe persone, riscoprirlo è ancora più bello. Perchè anche se fai più di un centinaio di chilometri in poco tempo con un mal di testa cosmico, il fatto che quando arrivi a casa sia sparito e tu stia BENE vuol dire qualcosa.
Trovare la propria sorellina che sta facendo la tua stessa strada per andare al lavoro ti fa iniziare la giornata con un sorriso, anche se adesso vorrei essere da tutt’altra parte.
E le quattro di oggi pomeriggio mi sembrano così lontane.
WHAT IT’S LIKE - Everlast
We’ve all seen the man at the liquor store beggin’ for your change
The hair on his face is dirty, dreadlocked and full of mange
He ask the man for what he could spare with shame in his eyes
Get a job you fuckin’ slob’s all he replied
God forbid you ever had to walk a mile in his shoes
’Cause then you really might know what it’s like to sing the blues
Then you really might know what it’s like
Mary got pregnant from a kid named Tom who said he was in love
He said don’t worry about a thing baby doll I’m the man you’ve been dreamin’ of
But three months later he said he won’t date her or return her call
And she sweared god damn if I find that man I’m cuttin’ off his balls
And then she heads for the clinic and she gets some static walkin’ through the doors
They call her a killer, and they call her a sinner, and they call her a whore
God forbid you ever had to walk a mile in her shoes
’Cause then you really might know what it’s like to have to choose
Then you really might know what it’s like
I’ve seen a rich man beg
I’ve seen a good man sin
I’ve seen a tough man cry
I’ve seen a loser win
And a sad man grin
I heard an honest man lie
I’ve seen the good side of bad
And the down side of up
And everything between
I licked the silver spoon
Drank from the golden cup
Smoked the finest green
I stroked daddies dimes at least a couple of times
Before I broke their heart
You know where it ends
Yo, it usually depends on where you start
I knew this kid named Max
He used to get fat stacks out on the corner with drugs
He liked to hang out late at night
Liked to get shit faced
And keep pace with thugs
Until late one night there was a big gun fight
Max lost his head
He pulled out his chrome .45
Talked some shit
And wound up dead
Now his wife and his kids are caught in the midst of all of his pain
You know it crumbles that way
At least that’s what they say when you play the game
God forbid you ever had to wake up to hear the news
’Cause then you really might know what it’s like to have to lose
Then you really might know what it’s like
To have to lose...
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