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Via hipsterrunoff :asd:
Che bravo che è ;__;
The only girl I've ever loved
Was born with roses in her eyes
But then they buried her alive
One evening 1945
With just her sister at her side
And only weeks before the guns
All came and rained on everyone
Now she's a little boy in Spain
Playing pianos filled with flames
On empty rings around the sun
All sing to say my dream has come
But now we must pack up every piece
Of the life we used to love
Just to keep ourselves
At least enough to carry on
And now we ride the circus wheel
With your dark brother wrapped in white
Says it was good to be alive
But now he rides a comet's flame
And won't be coming back again
The Earth looks better from a star
That's right above from where you are
He didn't mean to make you cry
With sparks that ring and bullets fly
On empty rings around your heart
The world just screams and falls apart
But now we must pack up every piece
Of the life we used to love
Just to keep ourselves
At least enough to carry on
And here's where your mother sleeps
And here is the room where your brothers were born
Indentions in the sheets
Where their bodies once moved but don't move anymore
And it's so sad to see the world agree
That they'd rather see their faces fill with flies
All when I'd want to keep white roses in their eyes
Non sorprende che Anthony di candy candy coltivasse rose bianche. :asd:
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Originariamente Scritto da iroel
Non sorprende neanche che abbia fatto una brutta fine.
No affatto.Citazione:
Originariamente Scritto da Bauxite
Per fortuna non credo al pensiero magico.
Il problema era Candy Candy.Citazione:
Originariamente Scritto da iroel
credevo che il problema fossero i tarocchi.Citazione:
Originariamente Scritto da Bauxite
spiegati.
Il problema di Anthony era quello di esser stato innamorato di Candy la quale, per una specie di contrappasso flaubertiano, moderna - ma neanche tanto - Emma Bovary, portava con sCitazione:
Originariamente Scritto da iroel
[QUOTE=Bauxite;1233885]Il problema di Anthony era quello di esser stato innamorato di Candy la quale, per una specie di contrappasso flaubertiano, moderna - ma neanche tanto - Emma Bovary, portava con s
Ah, vabbe'.Citazione:
Originariamente Scritto da iroel
Allora faccio come se non avessi scritto nulla.
CHORUS:
They call me The Wild Rose
But my name was Elisa Day
Why they call me it I do not know
For my name was Elisa Day
From the first day I saw her I knew she was the one
As she stared in my eyes and smiled
For her lips were the colour of the roses
They grew down the river, all bloody and wild
When he knocked on my door and entered the room
My trembling subsided in his sure embrace
He would be my first man, and with a careful hand
He wiped the tears that ran down my face
CHORUS
On the second day I brought her a flower
She was more beautiful than any woman I'd seen
I said, 'Do you know where the wild roses grow
So sweet and scarlet and free?'
On the second day he came with a single rose
Said: 'Will you give me your loss and your sorrow?'
I nodded my head, as I layed on the bed
He said, 'If I show you the roses will you follow?'
CHORUS
On the third day he took me to the river
He showed me the roses and we kissed
And the last thing I heard was a muttered word
As he stood smiling above me with a rock in his fist
On the last day I took her where the wild roses grow
And she lay on the bank, the wind light as a thief
As I kissed her goodbye, I said, 'All beauty must die'
And lent down and planted a rose between her teeth
Mi ha ricordato questa. Si sa che ascolto sempre le stesse canzoni comunque.
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Originariamente Scritto da iroel
un tempo infatti se ricordi parlammo di sindrome di stoccolma e di assassini, cocci di vetro o coltelli vicino ai prigionieri
Sì ma la storia finiva diversamente mi sembra.
Lo so