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venerdì 20 luglio 2007 - ore 15:28
oggi ghghgheggio
(categoria: " Vita Quotidiana ")
si!
son stanca, esaurita!!! ma stufa stufa eh!!!
voglio le ferie, voglio finire di sistemarmi, voglio godermi un po’ sta azz’ d’estate! voglio godermi il mio morosetto, i miei amicicci e la mia casetta!
però lo ammetto, certe mail che giungono a fine settimana sono sempre gradite:
Gentile Michela,
La ringrazio per l’ottimo lavoro; la soluzione da Lei adottata ci è piaciuta molto.
Le auguro un buon fine settimana e Le invio i miei
E ora la volta del coro delle voci nere Propone una composizione di Osborn, Lemmy stupazzone princisvalle dal titolo "Quel mazzolin di borchie" Dirige il coro il maestro Italo Porcu
Lassù (nella valle) Si ascolta (metallo) Lassù nella valle si ascolta metallo Metallo sincero noi tutti cantiam E poi ci ubriachiamo bevendo tanta birra E allora poi poghiamo finchè non stiam più su!
ps: è bello vedere la faccia a punto di domanda delle colleghe che si chiedono che sto mugugnando
I never wanted to become someone like him so secure Content to live each day just like the last I was sure I knew that This was not for me And I wanted so much more Far beyond what I could see So I swore that I’d Never be someone like him
So many years have passed Since I proclaimed My independence My mission My aim And my vision So secure Content to live each day like it’s my last It’s wonderful to know That I could be Something more than what I dreamed Far beyond what I could see Still I swear that I’m Missing out this time
As far as I could tell There’s nothing more I need But still I ask myself Could this be everything Then all I swore That I would never be was now So suddenly The only thing I wanted To become To be someone just like him
[II. Medicate (Awakening)]
[Lyrics: James LaBrie]
A Doctor sitting next to me He asks me how I feel Not sure I understand his questioning He says I’ve been away a while But thinks he has cured me From a state of catatonic sleep
For 30 years Where have I been Eyes open But not getting through to me
Medicate me Infiltrate me Side effects appear As my conscience slips away
Medicate me Science failing Conscience fading fast Can’t you stop what’s happening
A higher dosage he prescribes But there’s no guarantee I feel it starting to take over me I tell him not to be ashamed There’s no one who’s to blame A second shot A brief awakening
I feel the relapse Can’t break free Eyes open But not getting through to me
[III. Full Circle]
[Lyrics: Mike Portnoy]
Sailing on the seven seize the day tripper diem’s ready Jack the ripper Owens Wilson Phillips and my supper’s ready Lucy in the sky with diamond Dave’s not here I come to save the Day for nightmare cinema show me the way to get back home again
Running forward Falling back Spinning round and round Looking outward Reaching in Scream without a sound
Leaning over Crawling up Stumbling all around Losing my place Only to find I’ve come full circle
Flying off the handle with careful with That axe Eugene gene the dance machine Messiah light my fire gabba gabba Hey hey my my generation’s home again
Running forward Falling back Spinning round and round Looking outward Reaching in Scream without a sound
Leaning over Crawling up Stumbling all around Losing my place Only to find I’ve come full circle
[IV. Intervals]
[Lyrics: Mike Portnoy]
[First] Our deadly sins feel his mortal wrath Remove all obstacles from our path
[Second] Asking questions Search for clues The answer’s been right in front of you
[Third] Try to break through Long to connect Fall on deaf ears and failed muted breath
[Fourth] Loyalty, trust, faith and desire Carries love through each darkest fire
[Fifth] Tortured Insanity A smothering hell Try to escape but no avail
[Sixth] The calls of admirers Who claim they adore Drain all your lifeblood while begging for more
[Seventh] Innocent victims of merciless crimes Fall prey to some madmen’s impulsive designs
[Octave] Step after step We try controlling our fate When we finally start living it has become too late
Trapped inside this Octavarium Trapped inside this Octavarium Trapped inside this Octavarium Trapped inside this Octavarium
[V. Razor’s Edge]
[Lyrics: John Petrucci]
We move in circles Balanced all the while On a gleaming razor’s edge
A perfect sphere Colliding with our fate This story ends where it began
