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prima mi è venuta voglia di riascoltare un po’ di sana e bella musica, vero enrico? 
"Punk Rock Song"
have you been to the desert? have you walked with the dead? there’s a hundred thousand children being killed for their bread
and the figures don’t lie they speak of human disease but we do what we want and we think what we please
have you lived the experience? have you witnessed the plague? people making babies sometimes just to escape in this land of competition the compassion is gone yet we ignore the needy and we keep pushing on we keep pushing on
this is just a punk rock song written for the people who can see something’s wrong like ants in a colony we do our share but there’s so many other fuckin’ insects out there and this is just a punk rock song (like workers in a factory we do our share but there’s so many other fuckin’ robots out there)
have you visited the quagmire? have you swam in the shit? the party conventions and the real politik the faces always different, the rhetoric the same but we swallow it, and we see nothing change nothing has changed...
10 million dollars on a losing campaign 20 million starving and writhing in pain big strong people unwilling to give small in vision and perspective one in five kids below the poverty line one population runnin’ out of time
ma anche...
May 16th
No more waiting on them As you rise inside new rooms It’s offical you’ve gone You can live for no one else Man the guilt must be huge As there’s no gain in failure You succeed at being mine
Yeah, old friend, see you there I will be proud from afar I can paint a picture In a moment of memories And there aren’t many left I am extradited, uninvited
It’s just another saturday It’s just another saturday
Take a step to freedom You and her against this cruel world Take a breath of shelter and exhale Trust and allegiance Liberate yourself from us It’s just another saturday |
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COMMENTI:
Autore:
atomozero
( sabato 17 giugno 2006, ore 21:35
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unz unz unz unz!unz unz unz unz!unz unz unz unz!unz unz unz unz!unz unz unz unz!unz unz unz unz!unz unz unz unz!unz unz unz unz!unz unz unz unz!
Autore:
prottola
( giovedì 15 giugno 2006, ore 22:48
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sono troppo giovane ;P mica come te
Autore:
pesciolino
( giovedì 15 giugno 2006, ore 22:47
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se se adesso tra fly e punk magari prima eri una figlia dei fiori!
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