Colpo di testO - Ovvero la musica in parole

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Noan anasclerol
Valitran serpax vatran

Psycoton seranase liserdol
Felison flunox control
Quilibrex e lexotan

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Valeans xanax roipnol
Luminale seropram

Pi

Alle paludi di Venezia poi Francesco arriv

Per Leanne...

Please, please, please, let me get what I want this time (The Smiths)

Good times for a change
See, the luck I

I grieve
for you
you leave
me...

[Peter Gabriel]

[QUOTE=thorpe]Alle paludi di Venezia poi Francesco arriv

Oggi rubo il fiato alle mie ansie, perci

Vieni qui che voglio stringerti
E sussurrarti che non finir

There's so many things i like about you, I..

I just don't know where to begin,



I like the way you, look at me with those beautiful eyes,

I like the way you, act all surprised,

I like the way you, sing along,

I like the way you, always get it wrong,

I like the way you, clap your hands,

I like the way you, love to dance,

I like the way you, put your hands up in the air,

I like the way you, shake your hair,

I like the way you, like to touch,

I like the way you, stare so much,

but most of all....

Yeah..

most of all....



I like the way you move.....

I like the way you move.....



I like the way you, put your hands up in the air,

I like the way you, shake your hair,

I like the way you, like to touch,

I like the way you, stare so much,

but most of all....

Yeah..

most of all....



I like the way you move.....

I like the way you move.....



I like the way you, put your hands up in the air,

I like the way you, shake your hair,

I like the way you, like to touch,

I like the way you, stare so much,

but most of all....

Yeah..

most of all....



I like the way you move!

Ballata per la mia piccola iena
Afterhours


[size=1]L'autista che ti guida
Ha una sola mano
[b]Ma vede ci

Tough, you think you've got the stuff
You're telling me and anyone
You're hard enough

You don't have to put up a fight
You don't have to always be right
Let me take some of the punches
For you tonight

Listen to me now
I need to let you know
You don't have to go it alone

And it's you when I look in the mirror
And it's you when I don't pick up the phone
Sometimes you can't make it on your own

We fight all the time
You and I...that's alright
We're the same soul
I don't need...I don't need to hear you say
That if we weren't so alike
You'd like me a whole lot more

Listen to me now
I need to let you know
You don't have to go it alone

And it's you when I look in the mirror
And it's you when I don't pick up the phone
Sometimes you can't make it on your own

I know that we don't talk
I'm sick of it all
Can you hear me when I
Sing, you're the reason I sing
You're the reason why the opera is in me...

Where are we now?
I've got to let you know
A house still doesn't make a home
Don't leave me here alone...

And it's you when I look in the mirror
And it's you that makes it hard to let go
Sometimes you can't make it on your own
Sometimes you can't make it
The best you can do is to fake it
Sometimes you can't make it on your own.

[b][size=4][u]Butterflies And Hurricanes

It's bugging me
Grating me
And twisting me around
Yeah I'm endlessly
Caving in
And turning inside out

'Cause I want it now
I want it now
Give me your heart and your soul
And I'm breaking out
I'm breaking out
Last chance to lose control

It's holding me, morphing me
And forcing me to strive
To be endlessly cold within
And dreaming I'm alive

'Cause I want it now
I want it now
Give me your heart and your soul
And I'm not breaking down
I'm breaking out
Last chance to lose control

And I want you now
I want you now
I'll feel my heart implode
I'm breaking out
Escaping now
Feeling my faith erode

Muse-Hysteria

Never had a dream come true

Everybody

ZUCCHERO

Madre Dolcissima

(F.De Gregori) :love:

La storia siamo noi

La storia siamo noi, nessuno si senta offeso,
siamo noi questo prato di aghi sotto il cielo.
La storia siamo noi, attenzione, nessuno si senta escluso.
La storia siamo noi, siamo noi queste onde nel mare,
questo rumore che rompe il silenzio,
questo silenzio cos