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venerdì 10 marzo 2006 - ore 18:53
(categoria: " Vita Quotidiana ")
A heart that’s full up like a landfill,
A job that slowly kills you,
Bruises that won’t heal
You were so tired, happy,
Bring down the government,
They don’t, they don’t speak for her
I’ll take the quiet life, a handshake of carbon monoxide
No alarms and no surprises, no alarms and no surprises
No alarms and no surprises
Silent, silent
This is my final fit, my final bellyache with
No alarms and no surprises, no alarms and no surprises
No alarms and no surprises, please
Such a pretty house, such a pretty garden
No alarms and no surprises, no alarms and no surprises
No alarms and no surprises, please
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venerdì 10 marzo 2006 - ore 12:04
(categoria: " Vita Quotidiana ")
You are so beautiful
To me
You are so beautiful
To me
Can’t you see
You’re everything I hoped for
You’re everything I need
You are so beautiful
To me
You are so wonderful
To me
You are so wonderful
To me
Can’t you see
You’re everything I hoped for
You’re everything I need
You are so wonderful
To me
You are so beautiful
To me
You are so beautiful
To me
Can’t you see
You’re everything I hoped for
You’re everything I need
You are so beautiful
To me
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mercoledì 8 marzo 2006 - ore 16:29
(categoria: " Vita Quotidiana ")
Give me a witness, darling.
I need a witness, babe.
I got the poontang blues. I got the poontang blues.
From the top of my head to the bottom of my cowboy shoes.
Build me a woman,
Make her ten feet tall.
You got to build me a woman,
Make her ten feet tall.
Don’t make her worthless,
Don’t make her small.
Build me a woman,
Make her ten feet tall.
You got to build me a woman,
Make her ten feet tall.
Don’t make her worthless,
Don’t make her small.
Build me someone I can ball
All night long.
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sabato 4 marzo 2006 - ore 18:53
(categoria: " Vita Quotidiana ")
Le case le pietre ed il carbone dipingeva di nero il mondo
Il sole nasceva ma io non lo vedevo mai laggiù era buio
Nessuno parlava solo il rumore di una pala che scava che scava
Le mani la fronte hanno il sudore di chi muore
Negli occhi nel cuore c’è un vuoto grande più del mare
Ritorna alla mente il viso caro di chi spera
Questa sera come tante in un ritorno.
Tu quando tornavo eri felice
Di rivedere le mie mani
Nere di fumo bianche d’amore.
Ma un’alba più nera mentre il paese si risveglia
Un sordo fragore ferma il respiro di chi è fuori
Paura terrore sul viso caro di chi spera
Questa sera come tante in un ritorno.
Io non ritornavo e tu piangevi
E non poteva il mio sorriso
Togliere il pianto dal tuo bel viso.
Tu quando tornavo eri felice
Di rivedere le mie mani
Nere di fumo bianche d’amore.
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venerdì 3 marzo 2006 - ore 12:35
(categoria: " Vita Quotidiana ")
JOHNNY CASH
I WALK THE LINE
I keep a close watch on this heart of mine
I keep my eyes wide open all the time
I keep the ends out for the tie that binds
Because you’re mine, I walk the line
I find it very, very easy to be true
I find myself alone when each day is through
Yes, I’ll admit that I’m a fool for you
Because you’re mine, I walk the line
As sure as night is dark and day is light
I keep you on my mind both day and night
And happiness I’ve known proves that it’s right
Because you’re mine, I walk the line
You’ve got a way to keep me on your side
You give me cause for love that I can’t hide
For you I know I’d even try to turn the tide
Because you’re mine, I walk the line
I keep a close watch on this heart of mine
I keep my eyes wide open all the time
I keep the ends out for the tie that binds
Because you’re mine, I walk the line
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giovedì 2 marzo 2006 - ore 11:57
(categoria: " Vita Quotidiana ")
BORN TO RUN
In the day we sweat it out in the streets of a runaway american dream
At night we ride through mansions of glory in suicide machines
Sprung from cages out on highway 9,
Chrome wheeled, fuel injected and steppin’ out over the line
Baby this town rips the bones from your back
It’s a death trap, it’s a suicide rap
We gotta get out while we’re young
`cause tramps like us, baby we were born to run
Wendy let me in I wanna be your friend
I want to guard your dreams and visions
Just wrap your legs round these velvet rims
And strap your hands across my engines
Together we could break this trap
We’ll run till we drop, baby we’ll never go back
Will you walk with me out on the wire
`cause baby I’m just a scared and lonely rider
But I gotta find out how it feels
I want to know if love is wild, girl I want to know if love is real
Beyond the palace hemi-powered drones scream down the boulevard
The girls comb their hair in rearview mirrors
And the boys try to look so hard
The amusement park rises bold and stark
Kids are huddled on the beach in a mist
I wanna die with you wendy on the streets tonight
In an everlasting kiss
The highway’s jammed with broken heroes on a last chance power drive
Everybody’s out on the run tonight but there’s no place left to hide
Together wendy we’ll live with the sadness
I’ll love you with all the madness in my soul
Someday girl I don’t know when we’re gonna get to that place
Where we really want to go and we’ll walk in the sun
But till then tramps like us baby we were born to run
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martedì 28 febbraio 2006 - ore 11:43
(categoria: " Vita Quotidiana ")
I had a talk with my woman late last night
And she reassured me everything was alright
And time hung still like a falling rain
Now i know at last that my love is safe
Ah but when i go away my love i leave
Lord i’m but half a man without her by my side
She’s this memory that i hold all around
She’s this dream that i always hold to believe
I wanna go upon a mountain
And sing my love and sing my love
I wanna sing it high, sing it down low
Then i’m gonna know how long it’s gonna last
Then i’m gonna know how long it’s gonna last
Well you know your moses, oh lord he lost his way
Ah, and your jesus don’t remember the words
Well then i guess it’s just you and me brother
All alone in this cold world
All alone in this cold world
Ah, you gotta go upon a mountain
And learn to sing your love, learn to sing your love
You know i can sing it high, sing it down low
Then we gonna know how long it’s gonna last
Then we gonna know how long it’s gonna last
Hard rain, sweet rain, fall a little while longer
Wash down the city skies
Lord bring the streets alive
Make it like it was long before i was born
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domenica 26 febbraio 2006 - ore 11:24
(categoria: " Vita Quotidiana ")
Riccardo Maffoni
Urla troppo distanti
una suora che mi striscia davanti
e un cane parlante.
Venti figlie offese
su un vagone di un grande treno francese
e un nano danzante.
E poi romanzi senza un racconto
asciutti come pesci di porto
e un uomo lampione.
Donne in fila sulla statale
un autocarro dietro un funerale
e un gatto stregone.
RIT: Questo ed altro ancora passava sui miei occhi e io raccontavo che... yee...
ho fatto un viaggio libero
col cuore di uno zingaro
ho fatto un viaggio libero
col cuore di uno zingaro
ho fatto un viaggio libero
e ho raccontato che...
e ho raccontato che...
Sette ballerine tedesche
una cheap sotto un albero di pesche
vicino al parcheggio.
Seduta su una staccionata
una signorina tutta colorata
mi lancia uno sguardo.
Il suo uomo con scarpe verniciate
mi si avviccina con le mani alzate
grida: "Ho vinto un miliardo!"
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mercoledì 22 febbraio 2006 - ore 13:44
(categoria: " Vita Quotidiana ")
I want to be bad
And not even care
I want to go out of my head somewhere
I want run crazy
Like the dogs in the yard
I want to cut the rope
But it’s getting so much harder
I think I’ll play poker
Stay out every night
Throw stones at the water
In the morning light
I want to be lazy like the dogs in the yard
Why can’t I fly tonight?
Why can’t I sleep all morning?
I’m going out of my mind tonight
That’s where I’m going
That’s where I’m going
Gonna have a good time
Before it’s too late
Come on, baby, let’s go uptown and celebrate
Gonna celebrate!
We’re gonna run crazy
Like the dogs in the yard
We’re gonna fly tonight
We’re gonna sleep all morning
We’re going out of our minds tonight
That’s where we’re going
That’s where we’re going
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domenica 12 febbraio 2006 - ore 12:20
(categoria: " Vita Quotidiana ")
I hear the train a comin’; it’s rollin’ ’round the bend,
And I ain’t seen the sunshine since I don’t know when.
I’m stuck at Folsom Prison and time keeps draggin’ on.
But that train keeps rollin’ on down to San Antone.
When I was just a baby, my mama told me, "Son,
Always be a good boy; don’t ever play with guns."
But I shot a man in Reno, just to watch him die.
When I hear that whistle blowin’ I hang my head and cry.
I bet there’s rich folk eatin’ in a fancy dining car.
They’re prob’ly drinkin’ coffee and smokin’ big cigars,
But I know I had it comin’, I know I can’t be free,
But those people keep a movin’, and that’s what tortures me.
Well, if they freed me from this prison, if that railroad train was mine,
I bet I’d move on over a little farther down the line,
Far from Folsom Prison, that’s where I want to stay,
And I’d let that lonesome whistle blow my blues away.
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