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

    #241
    Quando e' il cuore a combattere, la guerra si chiama Amore.
    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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    • Hennessy

      #242
      E se la guerra la perdi?

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

        #243
        Originariamente Scritto da Hennessy Visualizza Messaggio
        E se la guerra la perdi?
        Ci
        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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        • Kyra
          Disappointed Idealist
          • 24/10/05
          • 22455

          #244
          Tu lo sai non è da me
          nascondere le mie idee
          tu che mi conosci un po'
          che hai visto la mia anima in fiamme, tu

          resta qui, resta qui
          non andare
          resta qui, resta qui
          qui con me
          resta qui, resta qui
          ad ascoltare
          resta qui, resta qui
          ancora un po'

          non potrei mai cambiare i miei pensieri adesso
          non potrei mai tornare come ieri adesso

          se ti guardo ancora un po'
          vorrei, vorrei, vorrei mandarti via
          io che ho visto cose di te difficili da decifrare
          ma tu
          resta qui, resta qui
          non andare
          resta qui, resta qui
          qui con me
          resta qui, resta qui
          e non parlare
          resta qui, resta qui
          ancora un po'

          non potrei mai cambiare i miei pensieri adesso
          non potrei mai tornare come ieri adesso
          io vorrei catturare i tuoi pensieri adesso
          io vorrei non sentire il vuoto addosso…
          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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          • Kyra
            Disappointed Idealist
            • 24/10/05
            • 22455

            #245
            Chiudo, non so per quanto.


            Devo andar via da casa mia. Pazzesco.
            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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            • Kyra
              Disappointed Idealist
              • 24/10/05
              • 22455

              #246
              Sono andato via da casa, in pianta piu' o meno stabile.
              Che schifo certi periodi della vita.




              If only I could get into that corner of your head
              where things finally match and meet the standards that you set
              oh how I wish I was the treasure that you were lookin' for
              bet I would feel better if only I could find the door

              I am cryin'
              you aren't tryin'
              I am melting away

              I wait for the words on the tip of your tongue
              I'm only as good as the last one
              well you decide and I abide as my song goes unsung
              yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

              Things are goin' crazy and I'm not sure who to blame
              everything is changing and I do not feel the same
              I'm slippin' through the cracks of floors I thought that were strong
              I'm tryin' to find a place where I can feel like I belong


              Well, I am cryin'
              you aren't tryin'
              I am melting away

              I wait for the words on the tip of your tongue
              I'm only as good as the last one
              well you decide and I abide as my song goes unsung
              yeah, yeah, yeah
              as my song goes unsung
              yeah, yeah, yeah

              If I could be the lesson that you learn, you learn if only
              I could be the last one that love burns, it burns
              If I could be the lesson that you learn, you learn if only
              I could be the last one that love burns, it burns...yeah, yeah


              If only I could get into that corner of your head
              where things finally match and meet the standards that you set
              oh how I wish I was the treasure that you were lookin' for
              bet I would feel better if only I could find the door

              Well, I am cryin'
              you aren't tryin'
              and (now)I am melting away
              (yeah, yeah)

              I wait for the words on the tip of your tongue
              I'm only as good as the last one
              well you decide and I abide as my song goes unsung
              yeah, yeah
              (well you decide and i abide,)
              as my song goes unsung
              yeah, yeah, yeah
              as my song goes unsung
              yeah, yeah, yeah
              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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              • Kyra
                Disappointed Idealist
                • 24/10/05
                • 22455

                #247
                Miserere, miserere
                Miserere, misero me
                Pero' brindo alla vita!

                Ma che mistero, è la mia vita
                Che mistero
                Sono un peccatore dell'anno ottantamila
                Un menzognero!
                Ma dove sono e cosa faccio
                Come vivo?
                Vivo nell'anima del mondo
                Perso nel vivere profondo!

                Miserere,misero me
                Pero' brindo alla vita!


                Io sono il santo che ti ha tradito
                quando eri solo
                E vivo altrove e osservo il mondo
                Dal cielo
                E vedo il mare e le foreste
                vedo me che....

                Vivo nell'anima del mondo
                Perso nel vivere profondo!

                Miserere,misero me
                Pero' brindo alla vita!

                Se c'è una notte buia abbastanza
                Da nascondermi, nascondermi
                Se c'e' una luce, una speranza
                Sole magnifico che splendi dentro di me
                Dammi la gioia di vivere che ancora non c'è

                Miserere, miserere
                Quella gioia di vivere (che forse..)
                Ancora non c'e
                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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                • Kyra
                  Disappointed Idealist
                  • 24/10/05
                  • 22455

                  #248
                  You sit there in your heartache
                  Waiting on some beautiful boy to
                  To save you from your old ways
                  You play forgiveness
                  Watch him now, here he comes

                  He doesn’t look a thing like Jesus
                  But he talks like a gentleman
                  Like you imagined when you were young

                  Can we climb this mountain, I don’t know
                  Higher now than ever before, I
                  Know we can make it if we take it slow
                  That's thinkin easy, easy now, watch it go

                  We’re burning down the highway skyline on the
                  Back of a hurricane that started turning
                  When you were young
                  When you were young

                  And sometimes you close your eyes
                  And see the place where you used to live
                  When you were young

                  They say the devil's water, it ain’t so sweet
                  You don’t have to drink right now
                  But you can dip your feet
                  Every once and a little while

                  You sit there in your heartache
                  Waiting on some beautiful boy to
                  To save you from your old ways
                  You play forgiveness
                  Watch him now, here he comes

                  He doesn’t look a thing like Jesus
                  But he talks like a gentleman
                  Like you imagined when you were young

                  (Talks like a gentleman, like you imagine)
                  When you were young

                  I said he doesn’t look a thing like Jesus
                  He doesn’t look a thing like Jesus

                  But more than you’ll ever know
                  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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                  • Kyra
                    Disappointed Idealist
                    • 24/10/05
                    • 22455

                    #249
                    (Shake it up)

                    I never loved nobody fully
                    Always one foot on the ground
                    And by protecting my heart truly
                    I got lost in the sounds
                    I hear in my mind
                    All these voices
                    I hear in my mind all these words
                    I hear in my mind all this music

                    And it breaks my heart
                    And it breaks my heart
                    And it breaks my heart
                    It breaks my heart


                    And suppose I never ever met you
                    Suppose we never fell in love
                    Suppose I never ever let you kiss me so sweet and so soft
                    Suppose I never ever saw you
                    Suppose we never ever called
                    Suppose I kept on singing love songs just to break my own fall
                    Just to break my fall
                    Just to break my fall
                    Break my fall
                    Break my fall

                    All my friends say that of course its gonna get better
                    Gonna get better
                    Better better better better
                    Better better better

                    I never love nobody fully
                    Always one foot on the ground
                    And by protecting by heart truly
                    I got lost
                    In the sounds
                    I hear in my mind
                    All these voices
                    I hear in my mind all these words
                    I hear in my mind
                    All this music
                    And it breaks my heart
                    It breaks my heart
                    Breaks my
                    Heart
                    Breaks my heart
                    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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                    • Kyra
                      Disappointed Idealist
                      • 24/10/05
                      • 22455

                      #250
                      Lisa:
                      Leave me out with the waste
                      This is not what I do
                      It's the wrong kind of place
                      To be thinking of you
                      It's the wrong time
                      For somebody new
                      It's a small crime
                      And I've got no excuse

                      Lisa:
                      Is that alright with you?
                      Give my gun away when it's loaded
                      Is that alright with you?
                      If you don't shoot it how am I supposed to hold it
                      Is that alright with you?
                      Give my gun away when it's loaded
                      Is that alright with you?
                      With you.

                      Damien:
                      Leave me out with the waste
                      This is not what I do
                      It's the wrong kind of place
                      To be cheating on you
                      It's the wrong time
                      She's pulling me through
                      It's a small crime
                      And I've got no excuse

                      Damien:
                      Is that alright with you?
                      Give my gun (Lisa: it's not alright) away when it's loaded
                      Is that alright with you?
                      If you don't shoot it how (Lisa: it's not alright) am I supposed to hold it
                      Is that alright with you?
                      Give my gun away (Lisa: its not alright) when it's loaded
                      Is that alright
                      Is that alright with you?

                      Damien:
                      Is that alright with you?
                      Give my gun away (Lisa: its not alright) when it's loaded
                      Is that alright with you?
                      If you don't shoot it how (Lisa: its not alright) am I supposed to hold it
                      Is that alright with you?
                      Give my gun away (Lisa: its not alright) when it's loaded
                      Is that alright
                      Is that alright with you?

                      (Slight Overlap..)
                      Damien: Is that alright yeah? with you?
                      Lisa: Give my gun away when it's loaded
                      Damien: Is that alright yeah?
                      Lisa: If you don't shoot it how am I supposed to hold it
                      Damien: Is that alright yeah?
                      Lisa: Give my gun away when it's loaded
                      Damien: Is that alright, is that alright?

                      D & L: Is that alright with you?

                      Damien: No...
                      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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                      • Kyra
                        Disappointed Idealist
                        • 24/10/05
                        • 22455

                        #251
                        Fountains Of Wayne

                        "Hey Julie"

                        Working all day for a mean little man
                        With a clip-on tie and a rub-on tan
                        He's got me running 'round the office like a dog around a track
                        But when I get home,
                        You're always there to rub my back

                        Hey Julie,
                        Look what they're doing to me
                        Trying to trip me up
                        Trying to wear me down
                        Julie, I swear, it's so hard to bear it
                        And I'd never make it through without you around

                        Hours on the phone making pointless calls
                        I got a desk full of papers that means nothing at all
                        Sometimes I catch myself staring into space
                        Counting down the hours 'til I get to see your face

                        Hey Julie,
                        Look what they're doing to me
                        Trying to trip me up
                        Trying to wear me down
                        Julie, I swear, it's so hard to bear it
                        And I'd never make it through without you around
                        No, I'd never make it through without you around

                        [Bridge]
                        How did it come to be
                        That you and I must be
                        Far away from each other every day?
                        Why must I spend my time
                        Filling up my mind
                        With facts and figures that never add up anyway?
                        They never add up anyway

                        Working all day for a mean little guy
                        With a bad toupee and a soup-stained tie
                        He's got me running 'round the office
                        Like a gerbil on a wheel
                        He can tell me what to do
                        But he can't tell me what to feel

                        Hey Julie,
                        Look what they're doing to me
                        Trying to trip me up
                        Trying to wear me down
                        Julie, I swear, it's so hard to bear it
                        And I'd never make it through without you around
                        No, I'd never make it through without you around
                        No, I'd never make it through without you around



                        Ci sono di quelle canzoni che ti tirano fuori qualcosa... qualcosa da dentro che chissa' dov'era finita, ma la cercavi da tanto.

                        Questa canzone e' una scheggia d'amore.
                        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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                        • Kyra
                          Disappointed Idealist
                          • 24/10/05
                          • 22455

                          #252
                          Madreblu - Buon Compleanno


                          Se penso che domani è già il mio compleanno
                          Non riesco mai a capire davvero il regalo che voglio

                          Qualcosa che mi aiuti a stare bene qui con me

                          Voglio imparare a camminare
                          A piedi nudi senza niente a cui pensare
                          E ricordare la differenza
                          Tra dire e fare, l'illusione dal reale

                          Se penso che non saprò mai chi sei veramente
                          Non dire mai quello che non farai non essere mai sicuro

                          Credimi oppure no
                          Prendi tutto o solo un po'
                          Non lasciare che nessuno scelga la tua via

                          E poi lo sai, voglio il più bel regalo che ho avuto mai…

                          Voglio imparare a camminare
                          A piedi nudi senza niente a cui pensare
                          E ricordare come giocare
                          Coi desideri e con le storie da inventare
                          Eliminare la differenza
                          Tra dire e fare l'illusione dal reale
                          Accelerare e poi volare
                          Nel cielo aperto con la luna o con il sole…

                          Voglio avere ancora un attimo di un'alba
                          Voglio avere ancora il fuoco dei tramonti
                          Traversare con calma le mie vite future
                          Voglio avere ancora mille compleanni

                          Voglio avere gli attimi di un'alba
                          Voglio avere ancora il fuoco dei tramonti
                          Traversare con calma le mie vite future
                          Voglio avere ancora mille compleanni
                          Voglio avere ancora mille compleanni
                          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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                          • lam
                            Anima vagabonda
                            • 22/11/06
                            • 3075

                            #253
                            Originariamente Scritto da Kyra Visualizza Messaggio
                            Che schifo certi periodi della vita.
                            concordo....
                            Siamo fatti con la stessa materia di cui sono fatti i sogni.

                            omohitsutsu
                            nureba ya hito no
                            mietsuramu
                            yume to shiriseba
                            samezaramashi wo.

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

                              #254
                              Questa canzone mi ha sempre suscitato emozioni contrastanti...
                              oggi forse le ho dato la giusta dimensione.


                              The Offspring - Forever And A Day

                              Look at me while I look at you
                              Seeing eye to eye we can never do
                              You try to tell me what is right
                              I may not know a lot but I know one thing

                              If you've got the answer
                              Then I don't want to know
                              If you've got the answer
                              Just keep it your own

                              I wonder why our world is ablaze
                              Sometimes I speak aloud to hear what people have to say
                              I try to have an open mind
                              But your brain and mouth must not be connected

                              If you've got the answer
                              Then I don't want to know
                              If you've got the answer
                              Just leave me alone

                              I would be patient but it takes so long
                              I don't want all this misinformation
                              All the words that you say
                              Lean on me while I lean on you
                              If we destroy each other
                              We might save a life or two
                              A little sun, a little shine
                              Separates us both by forever and a day

                              If you've got the answer
                              Then I don't want to know
                              If you've got the answer
                              Just keep it your own

                              If you've got a vision
                              Then I don't want to see
                              If you've got a notion
                              Don't waste it on me



                              [QUOTE=lam
                              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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                              • Kyra
                                Disappointed Idealist
                                • 24/10/05
                                • 22455

                                #255
                                Non mi sento benissimo...
                                ho un sentimento strano in corpo..
                                sono inquieto, forse preoccupato...
                                insicuro, chissa'... forse malato


                                Mattafix - I To You

                                In so many ways,
                                I'm not a fighter
                                I'm a lover.
                                And this aint the
                                old days.
                                And I'm a 21st
                                century brother.

                                And if you don't know,
                                who I am you
                                will never know.
                                You don't know,
                                you so you try to keep
                                it on a down low.
                                Unless you,
                                wanna tell me when
                                I ask you ...
                                Who am I to You?

                                Your mamma don't
                                know.
                                Your daddy aint sure.
                                Who am I to you?

                                Everybody you know,
                                pass me straight on
                                the road.
                                Now I'd like to know
                                who am I to You?

                                The sun is going down,
                                and the streets are
                                getting lonely.
                                I'm a stranger in
                                your town,
                                I'll be a friend if you
                                would let me.

                                And if you don't know,
                                who I am you
                                will never know.
                                You don't know,
                                you so you try to keep
                                it on a down low.
                                Unless you,
                                wanna tell me when
                                I ask you ...
                                Who am I to You?

                                Your mamma don't
                                know.
                                Your daddy aint sure.
                                Who am I to you?

                                Everybody you know,
                                pass me straight on
                                the road.
                                Now I'd like to know
                                who am I to You?

                                Who am I to You?

                                Your mamma don't
                                know.
                                Your daddy aint sure.
                                Who am I to you?

                                Everybody you know,
                                pass me straight on
                                the road.
                                Now I'd like to know
                                who am I to You?
                                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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