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  • poison
    Opinionista
    • 13/07/06
    • 605

    #1021
    Il Mondo Nuovo - Neffa

    E' meglio una delusione vera di una gioia finta
    Ma quando la delusione cresce la pressione aumenta
    Sar
    [COLOR="Blue"][I]Nn c'

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    • Idaea

      #1022
      Is it getting better
      Or do you feel the same
      Will it make it easier on you
      Now you got someone to blame

      You say
      One love
      One life
      When its one need
      In the night
      Its one love
      We get to share it
      It leaves you baby
      If you dont care for it

      Did I disappoint you?
      Or leave a bad taste in your mouth?
      You act like you never had love
      And you want me to go without

      Well its too late
      Tonight
      To drag tha past out
      Into the light
      Were one
      But were not the same
      We get to carry each other
      Carry each other
      One

      Have you come here for forgiveness
      Have you come tor raise the dead
      Havew you come here to play jesus
      To the lepers in your head
      Did I ask too much
      More than a lot
      You gave me nothing
      Now its all I got
      Were one
      But were not the same
      We hurt each other
      Then we do it again

      You say
      Love is a temple
      Love a higher law
      Love is a temple
      Love the higher law
      You ask me to enter
      But then you make me crawl
      And I cant be holding on
      To what you got
      When all you got is hurt

      One love
      One blood
      One life
      You got to do what you should

      One life
      With each other
      Sisters
      Brothers

      One life
      But were not the same
      We get to carry each other
      Carry each other

      One

      One.

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      • Kyra
        Disappointed Idealist
        • 24/10/05
        • 22455

        #1023
        Mi dici...
        No non voglio più non voglio piangere
        Sono stanca di non vivere per lui....
        Cosa posso fare tu consigliami
        Se tu fossi lui... mi chiameresti o no...o no...
        allora dai raccontami chi è quel tale
        che sa spegnere il sorriso. . . . . .di una come te
        non ti chiama.. non ti chiama...fermati
        se qualcosa scappa sempre.... prova a non seguirla più!

        Ti dico... Cara io conosco il mondo maschio
        E' un mondo fragile con forti controsensi
        Cara chiama tu... E parla chiaro.
        E non aver paura di sentirti dire quello...quello che sai... quello che sai...

        Stringimi mi dici.... si.... Ti stringo e poi
        Mi piacerebbe darti il mondo...è una questione di coraggio
        I tuoi occhi perdono due lacrime… i miei occhi sono stelle
        e fanno ombra alla tua pelle

        Cara io conosco il mondo maschio
        E' un mondo che si arrende...alla personalità
        Se bastassero due piccole carezze
        A farti addormentare vuota di pensieri...Come vorrei... come vorrei!!

        Sarebbe bello ridarti un'idea
        Sarebbe almeno una cosa mia
        Bella che a me... basterebbe metà
        Pensa che sogno se fossi miaaa

        No non devi più non devi piangere
        L'amore tu lo sai... spesso è anche prevedere.
        dai a lui... "solo quello che tu sei"
        e da lui pretendi il gioco, e a tratti un po' di verità.

        Ti dico...
        Cara...io conosco il mondo maschio
        E' un mondo fragile con forti controsensi
        cara basterebbe che il tuo pianto arrivasse a lui, come una tempesta...
        e riderai... e riderai

        Sarebbe bello ridarti un'idea
        Sarebbe almeno una cosa mia
        Bella che a me... basterebbe metà
        Pensa che sogno se fossi miaaa

        Sarebbe bello ridarti un'idea
        Sarebbe almeno una cosa mia
        Bella che a me... basterebbe metà
        Pensa che sogno se fossi mia
        I'm laying down, eating snow
        My fur is hot, my tongue is cold
        On a bed of spider web
        I think of how to change myself

        A lot of hope in a one man tent
        There's no room for innocence
        So take me home before the storm
        Velvet mites will keep us warm.

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        • Wolfe81
          Lo Scemo del Villaggio
          • 21/06/06
          • 1130

          #1024
          Nightwish - Creek Mary's Blood

          Soon I will be here no more
          You`ll hear the tale
          Through my blood
          Through my people
          And the eagle`s cry
          The bear within will never lay to rest

          Wandering on Horizon Road
          Following the trail of tears

          White man came
          Saw the blessed land
          We cared, you took
          You fought, we lost
          Not the war but an unfair fight
          Sceneries painted beautiful in blood

          Wandering on Horizon Road
          Following the trail of tears
          Once we were here
          Where we have lived since the world began
          Since time itself gave us this land

          Our souls will join again the wild
          Our home in peace `n war `n death

          Wandering on Horizon Road...

          " I still dream every night
          Of them wolves, them mustangs, those endless prairies
          The restless winds over mountaintops
          The unspoilt frontier of my kith n`kin
          The hallowed land of the Great Spirit
          I still believe
          In every night
          In every day
          I am like the caribou
          And you like the wolves that make me stronger
          We never owed you anything
          Our only debt is one life for our Mother
          It was a good day to chant this song
          For Her

          Our spirit was here long before you
          Long before us
          And long will it be after your pride brings you to your end "


          Sometimes it feels it would be better for you all
          If I ceased to exist or was never born at all


          Il Mio Blog!

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          • Kishan

            #1025
            [La scrivo anche se non

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            • Xilinx23
              The Count
              • 01/06/05
              • 41139

              #1026
              Zero Assoluto
              E' Strano



              [I]
              E' strano ma piano sta tornando a vibrare qualcosa lontano
              stavolta non ci sto, non si pu
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              • Savah
                Opinionista
                • 23/05/06
                • 58

                #1027
                Originariamente Scritto da Idaea
                Love is a temple
                Love the higher law
                Questa
                Non ho mai disdegnato la birra Peroni

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                • TranquillityInDarkness
                  The 4th Horseman, On A Pale Horse!
                  • 18/04/06
                  • 1235

                  #1028
                  Questa la dedico a... CHI SA!

                  Meat Loaf - I'd Do Anything For Love (But I Won't Do That)

                  And I would do anything for love
                  I'd run right into hell and back
                  I would do anything for love
                  I'd never lie to you and that's a fact
                  But I'll never forget the way you feel right now,
                  Oh no, no way
                  And I would do anything for love,
                  oh i would do anything for love,
                  I would do anything for love, but I won't do that
                  No, I won't do that

                  Some days yeh don't come easy
                  Some days yeh don't come hard
                  Some days yeh don't come at all, and these are the days that never end
                  Some nights you're breathing fire
                  Some nights you're carved in ice
                  Some nights you're like nothing I've ever seen before or will again

                  Maybe I'm crazy, but it's crazy and it's true
                  I know you can save me, no-one else can save me now but you

                  As long as the planets are turning
                  As long as the stars are burning
                  As your long dreams are coming true
                  You'd better believe it, that I would do

                  Anything for Love,
                  oh I would do anything for love,
                  oh i would do anything for love but i wont do that
                  no i wont do that


                  I would do anything for love
                  Anything you've been dreaming of, but I just won't do that
                  I would do anything for love
                  Anything you've been dreaming of, but I just won't do that

                  Some days I pray for silence
                  Some days I pray for soul
                  Some days I just pray to the god of sex and drums and rock 'n' roll

                  Maybe I'm lonely, that's all I'm qualified to be
                  That's just one and only, the one and only promise I can keep

                  As long as the wheels are turning
                  As long as the fires are burning
                  As long as your prayers are coming true
                  You'd better believe it, that I would do

                  Anything for love
                  And you know it's true and that's a fact
                  I would do anything for love, and there'll never be no turning back
                  But I'll never do it better than I do it with you. So long, so long
                  I would do anything for love
                  Oh, I would do anything for love
                  Oh, I would do anything for love, but I won't do that
                  No, I won't do that
                  No, no, no, I won't do...

                  [Girl:]
                  Will you raise me up? will you help me down?
                  Will you get me right out of this godforsaken town?
                  Will you make it all a little less cold?

                  [Boy:]
                  I can do that
                  I can do that

                  [Girl:]
                  Will you hold me sacred? Will you hold me tight?
                  Can you colourise my life, I'm so sick of black and white?
                  Can you make it all a little less old?

                  [Boy:]
                  I can do that
                  Oh no, I can do that

                  [
                  [Girl:]
                  Will you cater to every fantasy I got?
                  Will you hose me down with holy water, if I get too hot?
                  Will you take me places I've never known?

                  [Boy:]
                  I can do that
                  Oh no, I can do that

                  [Girl:]
                  I know the territory, I've been around
                  It'll all turn to dust and we'll all fall down
                  Sooner or later you'll be screwing around

                  [Boy:]
                  I won't do that
                  No, I won't do that

                  Anything for lov
                  But, I won't do that
                  ...These Are The Wonders At Your Feet...
                  MeMyself&I Eye&Eye
                  Ridin'TheNight

                  [B]Ho 2 grandi qualit

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                  • Xilinx23
                    The Count
                    • 01/06/05
                    • 41139

                    #1029
                    [B]Delta V
                    Prendila cos
                    Membro del Consiglio degli Admin


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                    • lock_r
                      Siamo soli...
                      • 03/05/06
                      • 1696

                      #1030
                      [Verse 1]
                      These ideas are nightmares to white parents
                      Whose worst fear is a child with dyed hair and who likes earrings
                      Like whatever they say has no bearing, it's so scary in a house that allows
                      no swearing
                      To see him walking around with his headphones blaring
                      Alone in his own zone, cold and he don't care
                      He's a problem child
                      And what bothers him all comes out, when he talks about
                      His fuckin' dad walkin' out
                      Cause he just hates him so bad that he blocks him out
                      If he ever saw him again he'd probably knock him out
                      His thoughts are whacked, he's mad so he's talkin' back
                      Talkin' black, brainwashed from rock and rap
                      He sags his pants, do-rags and a stocking cap
                      His step-father hit him, so he socked him back, and broke his nose
                      His house is a broken home, there's no control, he just let's his emotions
                      go...

                      [Chorus]
                      {C'mon}, sing with me, {sing}, sing for the years
                      {Sing it}, sing for the laughter, sing for the tears, {c'mon)
                      Sing it with me, just for today, maybe tomorrow the good Lord will take you
                      away...

                      [Verse 2]
                      Entertainment is changin', intertwinin' with gangsta's
                      In the land of the killers, a sinner's mind is a sanctum
                      Holy or unholy, only have one homie
                      Only this gun, lonely cause don't anyone know me
                      Yet everybody just feels like they can relate, I guess words are a
                      mothafucka they can be great
                      Or they can degrade, or even worse they can teach hate
                      It's like these kids hang on every single statement we make
                      Like they worship us, plus all the stores ship us platinum
                      Now how the fuck did this metamorphosis happen
                      From standin' on corners and porches just rappin'
                      To havin' a fortune, no more kissin' ass
                      But then these critics crucify you, journalists try to burn you
                      Fans turn on you, attorneys all want a turn at you
                      To get they hands on every dime you have, they want you to lose your mind
                      every time you mad
                      So they can try to make you out to look like a loose cannon
                      Any dispute won't hesitate to produce handguns
                      That's why these prosecutors wanna convict me, strictly just to get me off
                      of these streets quickly
                      But all they kids be listenin' to me religiously, so i'm signin' cd's while
                      police fingerprint me
                      They're for the judge's daughter but his grudge is against me
                      If i'm such a fuckin' menace, this shit doesn't make sense Pete
                      It's all political, if my music is literal, and i'm a criminal how the fuck
                      can I raise a little girl
                      I couldn't, I wouldn't be fit to, you're full of shit too, Guerrera, that
                      was a fist that hit you...

                      [CHORUS]

                      [Verse 3]
                      They say music can alter moods and talk to you
                      Well can it load a gun up for you , and cock it too
                      Well if it can, then the next time you assault a dude
                      Just tell the judge it was my fault and i'll get sued
                      See what these kids do is hear about us totin' pistols
                      And they want to get one cause they think the shit's cool
                      Not knowin' we really just protectin' ourselves, we entertainers
                      Of course the shit's affectin' our sales, you ignoramus
                      But music is reflection of self, we just explain it, and then we get our
                      checks in the mail
                      It's fucked up ain't it
                      How we can come from practically nothing to being able to have any fuckin'
                      thing that we wanted
                      That's why we sing for these kids, who don't have a thing
                      Except for a dream, and a fuckin' rap magazine
                      Who post pin-up pictures on their walls all day long
                      Idolize they favorite rappers and know all they songs
                      Or for anyone who's ever been through shit in their lives
                      Till they sit and they cry at night wishin' they'd die
                      Till they throw on a rap record and they sit, and they vibe
                      We're nothin' to you but we're the fuckin' shit in they eyes
                      That's why we seize the moment try to freeze it and own it, squeeze it and
                      hold it
                      Cause we consider these minutes golden
                      And maybe they'll admit it when we're gone
                      Just let our spirits live on, through our lyrics that you hear in our
                      songs and we can...
                      [COLOR="DimGray"]
                      Is

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                      • LaSte
                        Opinionista
                        • 03/08/05
                        • 13663

                        #1031
                        Nasce l'alba su di me
                        mi lascia andare al tuo respiro
                        e mi accompagno con i ritmi tuoi
                        ti sento in giro ma dove sei
                        con tutte quelle essenze che ti dai
                        non so chi sei non sudi mai sei sempre
                        [piu lontano
                        voglio il tuo profumo
                        uoglio il tuo profumo
                        voglio il tuo profumo
                        dammi tutto il tuo sapore
                        no ti prega no non ti asciugare
                        se nella notte hai ancora un brivido
                        [animale]
                        sai di vento sai di te
                        sulla tua pelle addormentata
                        e mi accarezzo coi vestiti tuoi
                        ti sento addosso ma dove sei
                        nella mia stanza calda tu sei tu
                        stringimi ancora un po' di pi
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                        Moderatore Apocalisse

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                        • Wolfe81
                          Lo Scemo del Villaggio
                          • 21/06/06
                          • 1130

                          #1032
                          The sun is sleeping quietly
                          Once upon a century
                          Wistful oceans calm and red
                          Ardent caresses laid to rest
                          For my dreams I hold my life
                          For wishes I behold my nights
                          A truth at the end of time
                          Losing faith makes a crime

                          I wish for this night-time to last for a life-time
                          The darkness around me - shores of a solar sea
                          Oh how I wish to go down with the sun
                          Sleeping
                          Weeping
                          With you

                          Sorrow has a human heart
                          From my God it will depart
                          I`d sail before a thousand moons
                          Never finding where to go
                          222 days of light
                          Will be desired by a night
                          A moment for the poet`s play
                          Until there`s nothing left to say

                          Nightwish - Sleeping Sun
                          ---------------------------------
                          un' altra delle mie preferite

                          Sometimes it feels it would be better for you all
                          If I ceased to exist or was never born at all


                          Il Mio Blog!

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                          • Neve_che_vola

                            #1033
                            Pearl Jam -Sleight of hand- (gioco di prestigio)

                            Routine was the theme
                            he'd wake up, wash and pour himself into uniform
                            something he hadn't imagined being
                            as the merging traffic passed
                            he found himself staring down
                            at his own hands
                            not remembering the change
                            not recalling the plan
                            was it?

                            He was okay
                            but wondering
                            about wandering
                            was it age?
                            by consequence?
                            or was he moved by sleight of hand?

                            Mondays were made to fall
                            lost on a road he knew by heart
                            it was like a book he read in his sleep, endlessly
                            sometimes he hid in his radio
                            watching others pull into their homes
                            while he was drifting

                            On a line
                            of his own
                            off the line
                            off the side
                            by the by
                            as dirt turned to sand
                            as if moved by sleight of hand

                            When he reached the shore of his clip-on world
                            he resurfaced to the norm
                            organized his few things, his coat and keys
                            any new realizations would have to wait
                            till he had more time
                            more time

                            A time to dream
                            to himself
                            he waves goodbye
                            to himself
                            I'll see you on the other side
                            another man moved by sleight of hand

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                            • Xilinx23
                              The Count
                              • 01/06/05
                              • 41139

                              #1034
                              Santana
                              Smooth



                              Man it's a hot one
                              Like seven inches from the midday sun
                              I hear you whisper and the words melt everyone
                              But you stay so cool
                              My munequita, my Spanish Harlem Mona Lisa
                              Your my reason for reason
                              The step in my groove
                              And if you say this life ain't good enough
                              I would give my world to lift you up
                              I could change my life to better suit your mood
                              Cause you're so smooth
                              And just like the ocean under the moon
                              Well that's the same emotion that I get from you
                              You got the kind of lovin that can be so smooth
                              Gimme your heart, make it real
                              Or else forget about it
                              I'll tell you one thing
                              If you would leave it would be a crying shame
                              In every breath and every word
                              I hear your name calling me out
                              Out from the barrio, you hear my rhythm from your radio
                              You feel the turning of the world so soft and slow
                              Turning you round and round
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                              • lock_r
                                Siamo soli...
                                • 03/05/06
                                • 1696

                                #1035
                                Rob Zombie - Blitzkrieg Bop

                                Hey-ho, let's go! Hey-ho, let's go! Hey-ho, let's go! Hey-ho, lets go!

                                Yeah
                                Formin' in a straight line
                                Goin' through a tight wind
                                Kids are losin' their minds
                                Blitzkrieg Bop

                                Yeah
                                They're Pilin' in the backseat
                                Generatin' steam heat
                                Pulsatin' to the back beat
                                Blitzkrieg Bop

                                Hey-ho, let's go
                                Shoot 'em in the back now
                                What they want, I don't know
                                They're all reved up and ready to go

                                Formin' in a straight line
                                Goin' through a tight wind
                                Kids are losin' their minds
                                Blitzkrieg Bop

                                Yeah
                                They're Pilin' in the backseat
                                Generatin' steam heat
                                Pulsatin' to the back beat
                                Blitzkrieg Bop

                                Hey-ho, let's go
                                Shoot 'em in the back now
                                What they want, I don't know
                                They're all reved up and ready to go

                                Hey-ho, let's go
                                Shoot 'em in the back now
                                What they want, I don't know
                                They're all reved up and ready to go

                                Formin' in a straight line
                                Goin' through a tight wind
                                Kids are losin' their minds
                                Blitzkrieg Bop

                                Yeah
                                They're Pilin' in the backseat
                                Generatin' steam heat
                                Pulsatin' to the back beat
                                Blitzkrieg Bop

                                Hey-ho, let's go! Hey-ho, let's go! Hey-ho, let's go! Hey-ho, lets go!"
                                [COLOR="DimGray"]
                                Is

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