domenica 16 settembre 2007
ore 10:41(categoria:
"Vita Quotidiana")
e quando se ne vanno i migliori.Ciao Colin...
song: System Of A Down - Shimmy
Education, fornication, in you are go Education subjugation, now you’re out go Education fornication, in you are go Don’t be late for school again boy I think me, I want life I think me, I want a house and a wife I want to shimmy-shimmy-shimmy through the break of dawn yeah Education, fornication, in you are go Education subjugation, now you’re out go Education fornication, in you are go Don’t be late for school again girl I think me, I want life I think me, I want a house and a wife I want to shimmy-shimmy-shimmy through the break of dawn yeah I think me, I want life I think me, I want a house and a wife I want to shimmy-shimmy-shimmy through the break of dawn yeah Indoctrination of a nation Indoctrination of a nation Subjugation of damnation Subjugation of damna.... Don’t be late for school again boy Don’t be late for school again girl Don’t be late for school again boy Don’t be late for school again girl
venerdì 14 settembre 2007
ore 23:13(categoria:
"Vita Quotidiana")
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song: Bob Dylan - The Man in Me
The man in me will do nearly any task, And as for compensation, there’s little he would ask. Take a woman like you To get through to the man in me.
Storm clouds are raging all around my door, I think to myself I might not take it any more. Take a woman like your kind To find the man in me.
But, oh, what a wonderful feeling Just to know that you are near, Sets my a heart a-reeling From my toes up to my ears.
The man in me will hide sometimes to keep from bein’ seen, But that’s just because he doesn’t want to turn into some machine. Took a woman like you To get through to the man in me.
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giovedì 13 settembre 2007
ore 20:34(categoria:
"Vita Quotidiana")
La mafia nn esiste
Panda 4000!!!
song: Liquido - Narcotic
So you face it with a smile There is no need to cry For a trifle’s more than this
Will you still recall my name And the month it all began Will you release me with a kiss
Have I tried to draw the veil If I have - how could I fail? Did I fear the consequence
... dazed by carelss words Cosy in my mind
Chorus: I don’t mind I think so I will let you go
Now you shaped that liquid wax Fit it out with crater cracks Sweet devotion- my delight
Oh, you’re such a pretty one And the naked thrills of flesh and skin Would tease me through the night "Now i hate to leave you bare If you need me I’ll be there Don’t you ever let me down"
..dazed by careless words Cosy in my mind
Chorus
And I touched your face Narcotic mind from lazed Mary-Jane
And I called your name Like an addicted to cocaine calls for the stuff he’d rather blame
And I touched your face Narcotic mind from lazed Mary-Jane
And I called your name My cocain
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martedì 11 settembre 2007
ore 23:22(categoria:
"Vita Quotidiana")
Festa!Festa!Festa!Festa!
Grazie di cuore.Vi voglio bene davvero.E’ stato stupendo.
song: Rammstein - Ich will
Ich will
Ich will dass ihr mir vertraut Ich will dass ihr mir glaubt Ich will eure Blicke spüren Ich will jeden Herzschlag kontrollieren
Ich will eure Stimmen hören Ich will die Ruhe stören Ich will dass ihr mich gut seht Ich will dass ihr mich versteht
Ich will eure Fantasie Ich will eure Energie Ich will eure Hände sehen Ich will in Beifall untergehen
Seht ihr mich? Versteht ihr mich? Fühlt ihr mich? Hört ihr mich?
Könnt ihr mich hören? Könnt ihr mich sehen? Könnt ihr mich fühlen? Ich versteh euch nicht
Ich will
Wir wollen dass ihr uns vertraut Wir wollen dass ihr uns alles glaubt Wir wollen eure Hände sehen Wir wollen in Beifall untergehen - ja
domenica 9 settembre 2007
ore 13:43(categoria:
"Vita Quotidiana")
song: Bob Dylan - Hurricane
Pistol shots ring out in the barroom night Enter Patty Valentine from the upper hall. She sees the bartender in a pool of blood, Cries out, "My God, they killed them all!" Here comes the story of the Hurricane, The man the authorities came to blame For somethin’ that he never done. Put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a been The champion of the world.
Three bodies lyin’ there does Patty see And another man named Bello, movin’ around mysteriously. "I didn’t do it," he says, and he throws up his hands "I was only robbin’ the register, I hope you understand. I saw them leavin’," he says, and he stops "One of us had better call up the cops." And so Patty calls the cops And they arrive on the scene with their red lights flashin’ In the hot New Jersey night.
Meanwhile, far away in another part of town Rubin Carter and a couple of friends are drivin’ around. Number one contender for the middleweight crown Had no idea what kinda shit was about to go down When a cop pulled him over to the side of the road Just like the time before and the time before that. In Paterson that’s just the way things go. If you’re black you might as well not show up on the street ’Less you wanna draw the heat.
Alfred Bello had a partner and he had a rap for the cops. Him and Arthur Dexter Bradley were just out prowlin’ around He said, "I saw two men runnin’ out, they looked like middleweights They jumped into a white car with out-of-state plates." And Miss Patty Valentine just nodded her head. Cop said, "Wait a minute, boys, this one’s not dead" So they took him to the infirmary And though this man could hardly see They told him that he could identify the guilty men.
Four in the mornin’ and they haul Rubin in, Take him to the hospital and they bring him upstairs. The wounded man looks up through his one dyin’ eye Says, "Wha’d you bring him in here for? He ain’t the guy!" Yes, here’s the story of the Hurricane, The man the authorities came to blame For somethin’ that he never done. Put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a been The champion of the world.
Four months later, the ghettos are in flame, Rubin’s in South America, fightin’ for his name While Arthur Dexter Bradley’s still in the robbery game And the cops are puttin’ the screws to him, lookin’ for somebody to blame. "Remember that murder that happened in a bar?" "Remember you said you saw the getaway car?" "You think you’d like to play ball with the law?" "Think it might-a been that fighter that you saw runnin’ that night?" "Don’t forget that you are white."
Arthur Dexter Bradley said, "I’m really not sure." Cops said, "A poor boy like you could use a break We got you for the motel job and we’re talkin’ to your friend Bello Now you don’t wanta have to go back to jail, be a nice fellow. You’ll be doin’ society a favor. That sonofabitch is brave and gettin’ braver. We want to put his ass in stir We want to pin this triple murder on him He ain’t no Gentleman Jim."
Rubin could take a man out with just one punch But he never did like to talk about it all that much. It’s my work, he’d say, and I do it for pay And when it’s over I’d just as soon go on my way Up to some paradise Where the trout streams flow and the air is nice And ride a horse along a trail. But then they took him to the jailhouse Where they try to turn a man into a mouse.
All of Rubin’s cards were marked in advance The trial was a pig-circus, he never had a chance. The judge made Rubin’s witnesses drunkards from the slums To the white folks who watched he was a revolutionary bum And to the black folks he was just a crazy nigger. No one doubted that he pulled the trigger. And though they could not produce the gun, The D.A. said he was the one who did the deed And the all-white jury agreed.
Rubin Carter was falsely tried. The crime was murder "one," guess who testified? Bello and Bradley and they both baldly lied And the newspapers, they all went along for the ride. How can the life of such a man Be in the palm of some fool’s hand? To see him obviously framed Couldn’t help but make me feel ashamed to live in a land Where justice is a game.
Now all the criminals in their coats and their ties Are free to drink martinis and watch the sun rise While Rubin sits like Buddha in a ten-foot cell An innocent man in a living hell. That’s the story of the Hurricane, But it won’t be over till they clear his name And give him back the time he’s done. Put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a been The champion of the world.
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sabato 8 settembre 2007
ore 02:07(categoria:
"Vita Quotidiana")
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CHIUSO X OKTOBERFEST
song:The Who - Who are you
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
Chorus 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 hiccupped And looked back on my busy day Eleven hours in the Tin Pan God, there’s got to be another way
Who are you? Ooh wa ooh wa ooh wa ooh wa ...
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?
Chorus
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? video figata,grazie a ki me lo ha ricordato
venerdì 7 settembre 2007
ore 18:07(categoria:
"Vita Quotidiana")
song: A perfect Cicle - Judith
You’re such an inspiration for the ways That I’ll never ever choose to be Oh so many ways for me to show you How the savior has abandoned you F*ck your God Your Lord and your Christ He did this Took all you had and Left you this way Still you pray, you never stray Never taste of the fruit You never thought to question why
It’s not like you killed someone It’s not like you drove a hateful spear into his side Praise the one who left you Broken down and paralyzed He did it all for you He did it all for you
Oh so many many ways for me to show you How your dogma has abandoned you Pray to your Christ, to your god Never taste of the fruit Never stray, never break Never---choke on a lie Even though he’s the one who did this to you You never thought to question why
Not like you killed someone It’s Not like you drove a spiteful spear into his side Talk to Jesus Christ As if he knows the reasons why He did it all for you Did it all for you He did it all for you
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martedì 4 settembre 2007
ore 11:26(categoria:
"Vita Quotidiana")
song: Iron Maiden - 2 minutes to midnight
Kill for gain or shoot to maim But we don’t need a reason To Golden Goose is on the loose And never out of season Some blackened pride still burns inside This shell of bloody treason Here’s my gun for a barrel of fun For the love of living death
The killer’s breed or the Demon’s seed, The glamour, the fortune, the pain, Go to war again, blood is freedom’s stain But don’t you pray for my soul anymore.
2 minutes to midnight, The hands that threatens doom. 2 minutes to midnight, To kill the unborn in the womb.
The blind men shout "Let the creatures out We’ll show the unbelievers." The napalm screams of human flames Of a prime time Belsen feast ... yeah! As the reasons for the carnage cut their meat and lick the gravy We oil the jaws of the war machine and feed it with our babies.
The killer’s breed or the Demon’s seed, The glamour, the fortune, the pain, Go to war again, blood is freedom’s stain But don’t you pray for my soul anymore.
2 minutes to midnight, The hands that threatens doom. 2 minutes to midnight, To kill the unborn in the womb.
The body bags and little rags of children torn in two And the jellied brains of those who remain to put the finger right on you As the madmen play on words and make us all dance to their song To the tune of starving millions to make a better kind of gun.
The killer’s breed or the Demon’s seed, The glamour, the fortune, the pain, Go to war again, blood is freedom’s stain But don’t you pray for my soul anymore.
2 minutes to midnight, The hands that threatens doom. 2 minutes to midnight, To kill the unborn in the womb.
mercoledì 19 settembre 2007
