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giovedì 25 marzo 2004 - ore 13:56
(categoria: " Vita Quotidiana ")
Someone told me long ago
There's a calm before the storm
I know
It's been coming for some time
When it's over so they say
It'll rain on a sunny day
I know
Shining down like water
I wanna know
Have you ever seen the rain?
I wanna know
Have you ever seen the rain?
Coming down on a sunny day
Yesterday and days before
Sun is cold and rain is hard
I know
It's been that way for all my time
Till forever on it goes
Through the circle fast and slow
I know
And it can't stop I wonder
I wanna know
Have you ever seen the rain?
I wanna know
Have you ever seen the rain?
I wanna know
Have you ever seen the rain?
I wanna know
Have you ever seen the rain?
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mercoledì 24 marzo 2004 - ore 09:30
(categoria: " Vita Quotidiana ")
Imagine there's no heaven,
It's easy if you try,
No hell below us,
Above us only sky,
Imagine all the people
Living for today...
Imagine there's no countries,
It isnt hard to do,
Nothing to kill or die for,
No religion too,
Imagine all the people
Living life in peace...
Imagine no possesions,
I wonder if you can,
No need for greed or hunger,
A brotherhood of man,
Imagine all the people
Sharing all the world...
You may say Im a dreamer,
But Im not the only one,
I hope some day you'll join us,
And the world will live as one.
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martedì 23 marzo 2004 - ore 12:09
(categoria: " Vita Quotidiana ")
i vecchi sulle panchine dei giardini
succhiano fili d'aria e un vento di ricordi
il segno del cappello sulle teste da pulcini
i vecchi mezzi ciechi i vecchi mezzi sordi
i vecchi che si addannano alle bocce
mattine lucide di festa che si può dormire
gli occhiali per vederci da vicino a misurar le gocce
per una malattia difficile da dire
i vecchi tosse secca che non dormono di notte
seduti in pizzo al letto a riposare la stanchezza
si mangiano i sospiri e un po' di mele cotte
i vecchi senza un corpo i vecchi senza una carezza
i vecchi un po' contadini
che nel cielo sperano e temono il cielo
voci bruciate dal fumo dai grappini di un'osteria
i vecchi vecchie canaglie
sempre pieni di sputi e consigli
i vecchi senza più figlie questi figli che non
chiamano mai
i vecchi che portano il mangiare per i gatti
e come i gatti frugano tra i rifiuti
le ossa piene di rumori e smorfie e versi un po' da
matti
i vecchi che non sono mai cresciuti
i vecchi anima bianca di calce in controluce
occhi annacquati dalla pioggia della vita
i vecchi soli come i pali della luce
e dover vivere fino alla morte che fatica
i vecchi cuori di pezza
un vecchio cane e una pena al guinzaglio
confusi inciampano di tenerezza e brontolando se
ne vanno via
i vecchi invecchiano piano
con una piccola busta della spesa
quelli che tornano in chiesa lasciano fuori
bestemmie e fanno pace con Dio
i vecchi povere stelle
i vecchi povere patte sbottonate
guance da spose arrossate di mal di cuore e di
nostalgia
i vecchi sempre tra i piedi
chiusi in cucina se viene qualcuno
i vecchi che non li vuole nessuno i vecchi da
buttare via
ma i vecchi, i vecchi, se avessi un'auto da
caricarne tanti
mi piacerebbe un giorno portarli al mare
arrotolargli i pantaloni e prendermeli in braccio
tutti quanti
sedia sediola... oggi si vola... e attenti a non sudare
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lunedì 22 marzo 2004 - ore 09:56
(categoria: " Vita Quotidiana ")
Don't you know you've got your Daddy's eyes
And your Daddy was an alcoholic
But your mother kept it all inside
Threw it all away
I was looking for another you
And I found another one
I was looking for another you
When I looked round you were gone
Stay by my side
And the pipe dream is yours now
Stay by my side
And the singer won't get in our way
Don't you know you've got your Daddy's eyes
And your Daddy was an alcoholic
But your mother kept it all inside
Threw it all away
I was looking for another you
And I found another one
I was looking for another you
When I looked round you were gone
Stay by my side
And the pipe dream is yours now
Stay by my side
And the cynics won't get in our way
Don't you know you've got your Daddy's eyes
And your Daddy was an alcoholic
But your mother kept it all inside
Threw it all away
I was looking for another chance
To see your blue eyed problem
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venerdì 19 marzo 2004 - ore 14:19
(categoria: " Vita Quotidiana ")
Looking out at the road rushing under my wheels
Looking back at the years gone by like so many summer fields
In sixty-five I was seventeen and running up one-o-one
I don't know where I'm running now, I'm just running on
Running on - running on empty
Running on - running blind
Running on - running into the sun
But I'm running behind
Gotta do what you can just to keep your love alive
Trying not to confuse it with what you do to survive
In sixty-nine I was twenty-one and I called the road my own
I don't know when that road turned onto the road I'm on
Running on - running on empty
Running on - running blind
Running on - running into the sun
But I'm running behind
Everyone I know, everywhere I go
People need some reason to believe
I don't know about anyone but me
If it takes all night, that'll be all right
If I can get you to smile before I leave
Looking out at the road rushing under my wheels
I don't know how to tell you all just how crazy this life feels
I look around for the friends that I used to turn to to pull me through
Looking into their eyes I see them running too
Running on - running on empty
Running on - running blind
Running on - running into the sun
But I'm running behind
Honey you really tempt me
You know the way you look so kind
I'd love to stick around but I'm running behind
You know I don't even know what I'm hoping to find
Running into the sun but I'm running behind
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mercoledì 17 marzo 2004 - ore 09:43
(categoria: " Vita Quotidiana ")
And I followed her to the station, with a suitcase in my hand
And I followed her to the station, with a suitcase in my hand
Well, it's hard to tell, it's hard to tell, when all your love's in vain
All my love's in vain
When the train rolled up to the station, I looked her in the eye
When the train rolled up to the station, and I looked her in the eye
Well, I was lonesome, I felt so lonesome, and I could not help but cry
All my love's in vain
When the train, it left the station, with two lights on behind
When the train, it left the station, with two lights on behind
Well, the blue light was my blues, and the red light was my mind
All my love's in vain
Ou hou ou ou ou, hoo, Willie Mae
Oh oh oh oh oh hey, hoo, Willie Mae
Ou ou ou ou ou ou hee vee oh woe
All my love's in vain
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martedì 16 marzo 2004 - ore 11:44
(categoria: " Vita Quotidiana ")
Un giorno credi di essere giusto
e di essere un grande uomo
in un altro ti svegli e devi
cominciare da zero.
Situazioni che stancamente
si ripetono senza tempo
una musica per pochi amici,
come tre anni fa.
A questo punto non devi lasciare
qui la lotta è più dura ma tu
se le prendi di santa ragione
insisti di più.
Sei testardo, questo è sicuro,
quindi ti puoi salvare ancora
metti tutta la forza che hai
nei tuoi fragili nervi.
Quando ti alzi e ti senti distrutto
fatti forza e va incontro al tuo giorno
non tornare sui tuoi soliti passi
basterebbe un istante.
Mentre tu sei l'assurdo in persona
e ti vedi già vecchio e cadente
raccontare a tutta la gente
del tuo falso incidente.
Mentre tu sei l'assurdo in persona
e ti vedi già vecchio e cadente
raccontare a tutta la gente
del tuo falso incidente.
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lunedì 15 marzo 2004 - ore 14:48
(categoria: " Vita Quotidiana ")
I was bruised and battered
And I couldn't tell what I felt
I was unrecognizable to myself
Saw my reflection in a window
I didn't know my own face
Oh brother are you gonna leave me wasting away
On the streets of Philadelphia
I walked the avenue till my legs felt like stone
I heard the voices of friends vanished and gone
At night I could hear the blood in my veins
Just as black and whispering as the rain
On the streets of Philadelphia
Ain't no angel gonna greet me
It's just you and I my friend
And my clothes don't fit me no more
I walked a thousand miles just to slip this skin
The night has fallen, I'm lyin' awake
I can feel myself fading away
So receive me brother with your faithless kiss
Or will we leave each other alone like this
On the streets of Philadelphia
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venerdì 12 marzo 2004 - ore 17:21
(categoria: " Vita Quotidiana ")
When the music's over
When the music's over, yeah
When the music's over
Turn out the lights
Turn out the lights
Turn out the lights, yeah
When the music's over
When the music's over
When the music's over
Turn out the lights
Turn out the lights
Turn out the lights
For the music is your special friend
Dance on fire as it intends
Music is your only friend
Until the end
Until the end
Until the end
Cancel my subscription to the Resurrection
Send my credentials to the House of Detention
I got some friends inside
The face in the mirror won't stop
The girl in the window won't drop
A feast of friends
"Alive!" she cried
Waitin' for me
Outside!
Before I sink
Into the big sleep
I want to hear
I want to hear
The scream of the butterfly
Come back, baby
Back into my arm
We're gettin' tired of hangin' around
Waitin' around with our heads to the ground
I hear a very gentle sound
Very near yet very far
Very soft, yeah, very clear
Come today, come today
What have they done to the earth?
What have they done to our fair sister?
Ravaged and plundered and ripped her and bit her
Stuck her with knives in the side of the dawn
And tied her with fences and dragged her down
I hear a very gentle sound
With your ear down to the ground
We want the world and we want it...
We want the world and we want it...
Now
Now?
Now!
Persian night, babe
See the light, babe
Save us!
Jesus!
Save us!
So when the music's over
When the music's over, yeah
When the music's over
Turn out the lights
Turn out the lights
Turn out the lights
Well the music is your special friend
Dance on fire as it intends
Music is your only friend
Until the end
Until the end
Until the end
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giovedì 11 marzo 2004 - ore 09:45
(categoria: " Vita Quotidiana ")
I am the passenger
And I ride and I ride
I ride through the city's backside
I see the stars come out of the sky
Yeah, they're bright in a hollow sky
You know it looks so good tonight
I am the passenger
I stay under glass
I look through my window so bright
I see the stars come out tonight
I see the bright and hollow sky
Over the city's a rip in the sky
And everything looks good tonight
Singin' la la la la la-la-la la La la la la la-la-la la La la la la la-la-la la la-la
Get into the car
We'll be the passenger
We'll ride through the city tonight
See the city's ripped backsides
We'll see the bright and hollow sky
We'll see the stars that shine so bright
The sky was made for us tonight
Oh the passenger
How how he rides
Oh the passenger
He rides and he rides
He looks through his window
What does he see?
He sees the bright and hollow sky
He see the stars come out tonight
He sees the city's ripped backsides
He sees the winding ocean drive
And everything was made for you and me
All of it was made for you and me 'cause it just belongs to you and me
So let's take a ride and see what's mine Singing...
Oh, the passenger
He rides and he rides
He sees things from under glass
He looks through his window's eye
He sees the things he knows are his
He sees the bright and hollow sky
He sees the city asleep at night
He sees the stars are out tonight
And all of it is yours and mine
And all of it is yours and mine
Oh, let's ride and ride and ride and ride... Singing...
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