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STO LEGGENDO
A queda dum anjo, di Camilo Castelo Branco
HO VISTO
STO ASCOLTANDO
Óskar Guðjónsson og Delerað che suonano "Söngdansar hans Jóns Múla Árnarsonar" un disco stupendo!!! li ho visti dal vivo a Reykjavík nel 2000, ed era presente anche Jón Múli Árnarson.. che figata!
ABBIGLIAMENTO
del GIORNO
svacco
ORA VORREI TANTO...
IN QS PERIODO STO STUDIANDO...
Linguistica portoghese, ma non solo!
OGGI IL MIO UMORE E'...
bello!
ORA VORREI TANTO...
ORA VORREI TANTO...
ORA VORREI TANTO...

PARANOIE
Nessuna scelta effettuata

MERAVIGLIE
Nessuna scelta effettuata
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Messaggio
di trommari da commentare:
See I?m leaving This warehouse frightens me Has me tied up in knots Can?t rest for a moment Soom I?m going I?m slippin? slow away Hoping to find something better than I?ve got inside of here The warehouse slips away Hey reckless mind Don?t throw away your playful beginning You and I will fumble around in the touches And be sure to Leave all the lights on So we can see the black cat changing colors And we can walk under the ladders And swim as the tide turns you around and around Hey we have found Becoming one in a million Slip into the crowd This question if found in a gap in the sidewalk Keep al lyour sights on He the black cat changing colors And you can walk under ladders And swim as the tide choose to turn you And here is it Life goes on, end of tunnel, tv set Spot in the middle State fade, statistical bit And soon I?ll fade away, I?ll fade away This I admit Taste so good, hard to believe an end to it Smell touch feel How could this rhythm ever quit Bags packed on a plane Hopefully to heaven Shut up I?m thinking I had a clue now it?s gone forever Sitting over these bones You can read in whatever you?re needing to Keep all your sights on Yeah man, the black cat Changing colors When it?s not the colors that matter But that they?ll all fade away This I admit Seems so good Hard to believe an end to it Warehouse is bare Nothing at all inside of it Walls and halls have disappeared My love I love to stay here My love I love to stay here In a corner was wondering If a change could be better than this And then I worry Maybe things won?t be better than they have been Here in the warehouse At the warehouse How I love to stay here At the warehouse Every man and woman Get alive That?s our blood down there Seems poured from the hands of angels But trickle into the ground Leaves the warehouse bare and empty My heart?s numbered beat Still echoe in this empty room Fear wells in me But nothing seems enough to defend So I am going away |
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