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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 |
     sorriso è triste, perchè più triste di un sorriso triste c’è la tristezza di non saper sorridere.’         
lunedì 25 febbraio 2008 - ore 00:13 ..Private Investigations Stasera mi sento un po’ così..un bicchiere di buon whiskey,sigarette e la mia 44 Magnum sopra la scrivania,per il resto un uomo...  LEGGI I COMMENTI (1) - PERMALINK domenica 24 febbraio 2008 - ore 19:52 ..She’s a Rainbow She combs her hair She’s like a rainbow Coming colors in the air Oh, everywhere She comes in colors She comes in colors everywhere; She combs her hair She’s like a rainbow Coming colors in the air Oh, everywhere She comes in colors Have you seen her dressed in blue See the sky in front of you And her face is like a sail Speck of white so fair and pale Have you seen the lady fairer She comes in colors everywhere; She combs her hair She’s like a rainbow Coming colors in the air Oh, everywhere She comes in colors Have you seen her all in gold Like a queen in days of old She shoots colors all around Like a sunset going down Have you seen the lady fairer She comes in colors everywhere; She combs her hair She’s like a rainbow Coming colors in the air Oh, everywhere She comes in colors She’s like a rainbow Coming colors in the air Oh, everywhere She comes in colors  COMMENTA (0 commenti presenti) - PERMALINK domenica 24 febbraio 2008 - ore 19:02 La dedica di fine settimana alle Donne.. My mother says when you gonna live your life right Oh mother dear we’re not the fortunate ones And girls they want to have fun Oh girls just want to have fun The phone rings in the middle of the night My father yells what you gonna do with your life Oh daddy dear you know you’re still number one But girls they want to have fun Oh girls just want to have-- That’s all they really want Some fun When the working day is done Girls-- they want to have fun Oh girls just want to have fun Some boys take a beautiful girl And hide her away from the rest of the world I want to be the one to walk in the sun Oh girls they want to have fun Oh girls just want to have That’s all they really want Some fun When the working day is done Girls--they want to have fun Oh girls just want to have fun, They want to have fun, They want to have fun...  COMMENTA (0 commenti presenti) - PERMALINK domenica 24 febbraio 2008 - ore 18:39 ..Who Are You Who, who, who, who? Who are you? Who, who, who, who? Who are you? Who, who, who, who? Who are you? Who, who, who, who? I woke up in a Soho doorway A policeman knew my name He said "You can go sleep at home tonight If you can get up and walk away" I staggered back to the underground And the breeze blew back my hair I remember throwin’ punches around And preachin’ from my chair Well, who are you? (Who are you? Who, who, who, who?) I really wanna know (Who are you? Who, who, who, who?) Tell me, who are you? (Who are you? Who, who, who, who?) ’Cause I really wanna know (Who are you? Who, who, who, who?) I took the tube back out of town Back to the Rollin’ Pin I felt a little like a dying clown With a streak of Rin Tin Tin I stretched back and I hiccoughed And looked back on my busy day Eleven hours in the Tin Pan God, there’s got to be another way Well, who are you? (Who are you? Who, who, who, who?) Oh, who are you(Who are you? Who, who, who, who?) Oh Tell me, who are you? (Who are you? Who, who, who, who?) Oh Who the fuck are you? (Who are you? Who, who, who, who?) Who are you? (ooh wa oo wa oo wa oo) Who are you? Who, who, who, who? Who are you? Who, who, who, who? Who are you? Who, who, who, who? Who are you? Who, who, who, who? I really wanna know (Who are you? Who, who, who, who?) I really wanna know (Who are you? Who, who, who, who?) C’mon tell me who are you? (Who are you? Who, who, who, who?) Oh, I really wanna know (Who are you? Who, who, who, who?) I know there’s a place you walked Where love falls from the trees My heart is like a broken cup I only feel right on my knees I spit out like a sewer hole Yet still recieve your kiss How can I measure up to anyone now After such a love as this? Well who are you? (Who are you? Who, who, who, who?) tell me who are you? (Who are you? Who, who, who, who?) oh, I really wanna know? (Who are you? Who, who, who, who?) tell, tell me who are you? (Who are you? Who, who, who, who?) C’mon, c’mon who? (Who are you? Who, who, who, who?) Oh, Who the fuck are you? (Who are you? Who, who, who, who?) Who are you? (Who are you? Who, who, who, who?) Oh, tell me who are you (Who are you?, ooo?) I really wanna to know Oh, I really want to know C’mon tell me who are you, you, you? Who are you?  COMMENTA (0 commenti presenti) - PERMALINK sabato 23 febbraio 2008 - ore 20:26 ..Won’t get fooled again  COMMENTA (0 commenti presenti) - PERMALINK venerdì 22 febbraio 2008 - ore 02:11 ..un ragazzo di strada  Non faccio la vita che fai tu Io vivo ai margini della città Non vivo come te Io sono un poco di buono Lasciami in pace perché Sono un ragazzo di strada E tu ti prendi gioco di me Tu sei di un altro mondo Hai tutto quello che vuoi Conosco quel che vale Una ragazza come te Io sono un poco di buono Lasciami in pace perché Sono un ragazzo di strada E tu ti prendi gioco di me Tu sei di un altro mondo Hai tutto quello che vuoi conosco quel che vale una ragazza come te Io sono un poco di buono Lasciami in pace perché Sono un ragazzo di strada E tu ti prendi gioco di me Sono un ragazzo di strada Si si si Ti prendi gioco di me LEGGI I COMMENTI (1) - PERMALINK venerdì 22 febbraio 2008 - ore 01:14 ..SWEENEY TODD The Demon Barber of Fleet Street      NEVER FORGIVE COMMENTA (0 commenti presenti) - PERMALINK mercoledì 20 febbraio 2008 - ore 23:35 ..Stairway to Heaven And she’s buying the stairway to heaven. When she gets there she knows, if the stores are all closed With a word she can get what she came for. Ooh, ooh, and she’s buying the stairway to heaven. There’s a sign on the wall but she wants to be sure ’Cause you know sometimes words have two meanings. In a tree by the brook, there’s a songbird who sings, Sometimes all of our thoughts are misgiven. Ooh, it makes me wonder, Ooh, it makes me wonder. There’s a feeling I get when I look to the west, And my spirit is crying for leaving. In my thoughts I have seen rings of smoke through the trees, And the voices of those who stand looking. Ooh, it makes me wonder, Ooh, it really makes me wonder. And it’s whispered that soon if we all call the tune Then the piper will lead us to reason. And a new day will dawn for those who stand long And the forests will echo with laughter. If there’s a bustle in your hedgerow, don’t be alarmed now, It’s just a spring clean for the May queen. Yes, there are two paths you can go by, but in the long run There’s still time to change the road you’re on. And it makes me wonder. Your head is humming and it won’t go, in case you don’t know, The piper’s calling you to join him, Dear lady, can you hear the wind blow, and did you know Your stairway lies on the whispering wind. And as we wind on down the road Our shadows taller than our soul. There walks a lady we all know Who shines white light and wants to show How everything still turns to gold. And if you listen very hard The tune will come to you at last. When all are one and one is all To be a rock and not to roll. And she’s buying the stairway to heaven. COMMENTA (0 commenti presenti) - PERMALINK mercoledì 20 febbraio 2008 - ore 23:01 ..La Canzone del Sole le tue calzette rosse e l’innocenza sulle gote tue due arance ancor più rosse e la cantina buia dove noi, respiravamo piano e le tue corse e l’eco dei tuoi no...oh no mi stai facendo paura Dove sei stata, cosa hai fatto mai?... Una donna, donna dimmi, cosa vuol dir sono una donna ormai Ma quante braccia ti hanno stretto tu lo sai per diventar quel che sei... che importa tanto tu non me lo dirai.....purtroppo... Ma ti ricordi l’acqua verde e noi le rocce, bianco il fondo di che colore sono gli occhi tuoi se me lo chiedi non rispondo... oh mare nero... tu eri chiaro e trasparente come me.... Le biciclette abbandonate sopra il prato e poi noi due distesi all’ombra un fiore in bocca può servire sai più allegro tutto sembra e d’improvviso quel silenzio tra noi e quel tuo sguardo strano ti cade il fiore dalla bocca e poi oh no, ferma ti prego la mano... Dove sei stata cosa hai fatto mai Una donna, donna dimmi cosa vuol dir sono una donna ormai! Io non conosco quel sorriso sicuro che hai non so chi sei, non so più chi sei mi fai paura oramai, purtroppo... Ma ti ricordi le onde grandi e noi, gli spruzzi e le tue grida cos’è rimasto in fondo agli occhi tuoi la fiamma è spenta o è accesa Oh mare nero... tu eri chiaro e trasparente come me... Il sole quando sorge sorge piano e poi, la luce si diffonde tutta intorno a noi le ombre di fantasmi nella notte sono alberi e cespugli ancora in fiore sono gli occhi di una donna ancora pieni d’amore... COMMENTA (0 commenti presenti) - PERMALINK mercoledì 20 febbraio 2008 - ore 22:31 ..this could be Heaven or this could be Hell Warm smell of colitas, rising up through the air Up ahead in the distance, I saw shimmering light My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim I had to stop for the night There she stood in the doorway; I heard the mission bell And I was thinking to myself, ’This could be Heaven or this could be Hell’ Then she lit up a candle and she showed me the way There were voices down the corridor, I thought I heard them say... Welcome to the Hotel California Such a lovely place (Such a lovely place) Such a lovely face Plenty of room at the Hotel California Any time of year (Any time of year) You can find it here Her mind is Tiffany-twisted, she got the Mercedes Benz She got a lot of pretty, pretty boys she calls friends How they dance in the courtyard, sweet summer sweat. Some dance to remember, some dance to forget So I called up the Captain, ’Please bring me my wine’ He said, ’We haven’t had that spirit here since nineteen sixty nine’ And still those voices are calling from far away, Wake you up in the middle of the night Just to hear them say... Welcome to the Hotel California Such a lovely place (Such a lovely place) Such a lovely face They livin’ it up at the Hotel California What a nice surprise (what a nice surprise) Bring your alibis Mirrors on the ceiling, The pink champagne on ice And she said ’We are all just prisoners here, of our own device’ And in the master’s chambers, They gathered for the feast They stab it with their steely knives, But they just can’t kill the beast Last thing I remember, I was Running for the door I had to find the passage back To the place I was before ’Relax,’ said the night man, ’We are programmed to receive. You can check-out any time you like, But you can never leave!’ COMMENTA (0 commenti presenti) - PERMALINK > > > MESSAGGI PRECEDENTI |
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