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Fabio |
| eta': | 35 |
| Citta'.: | portici |
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ciao sono fabio.... non so davvero cosa scrivere.... va Bè,partiamo col dire che amo la musica in tutti i suoi modi e mezzi (anche suonata visto che suono chitarra elettrica...) infatti vorrei diventare il cantante-chitarrista di una band che faccia buona musica.... SE FOSSI........ 1numero 1 1colore nero 1sport golf 1materia filosofia (in inglese) 1mestiere comico 1luogo atlantide 1momento di storia 11 settembre 1genere musicale rock punk funky tutto miskiato 1cartone animato tom & jerry 1lettera abcdefghilmnopqrstuvz 1oggetto chitarra (per le capere consiglio il telefono) 1giorno lunedì 1animale me stesso 1mese aprile 1indumento maglia 1film ne amo tanti ma....fight club 1libro l'interpretazione dei sognidi freud(si legge froid) 1canzone the grouch green day 1gelato solo il biscotto 1cibo riso all'insalata 1nazione inghilterra 1capitale londra 1personaggio delle fiabe la nonna di cappuccetto rosso 1dei 7 nani quello che sta sopra.... PUNK NEVER DIEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! amo conoscere nuove persone(specialmente se ragazze)... SALUTO BARDO UN AMICISSIMO-COLLEGA DI MUSICA... I FOUGHT THE LAW-CLASH Breakin' rocks in the hot sun I fought the law and the law won (x2) I needed money 'cause I had none I fought the law and the law won (x2) I left my baby and it feels so bad Guess my race is run she's the best girl that I ever had I fought the law and the law won I fought the law and the Robbin' people with a six-gun I fought the law and the law won (x2) I lost my girl and i lost my fun I fought the law and the law won (x2) I left my baby and it feels so bad Guess my race is run She's the best girl that I ever had I fought the law and the law won I fought the law and the I fought the law and the law won (x7) I fought the law and the law (From Spike Lee's 25th hour) Fuck me? Fuck you! Fuck you and this whole city and everyone in it. Fuck the panhandlers, grubbing for money, and smiling at me behind my back. Fuck the squeegee men dirtying up the clean windshield of my car. Get a fucking job! Fuck the Sikhs and the Pakistanis bombing down the avenues in decrepit cabs, curry steaming out their pores, stinking up my day. Terrorists in fucking training. SLOW THE FUCK DOWN! Fuck the Chelsea boys with their waxed chests and pumped up biceps. Going down on each other in my parks and on my piers, jingling their dicks on my Channel 35. Fuck the Korean grocers with their pyramids of overpriced fruit and their tulips and roses wrapped in plastic. Ten years in the country, still no speaky English? Fuck the Russians in Brighton Beach. Mobster thugs sitting in cafè sipping tea in little glasses, sugar cubes between their teeth. Wheelin' and dealin' and schemin'. Go back where you fucking came from! Fuck the black-hatted Hasidim, strolling up and down 47th street in their dirty gabardine with their dandruff. Selling South African apartheid diamonds! Fuck the Wall Street brokers. Self-styled masters of the universe. Michael Douglas, Gordon Gecko wannabe mother fuckers, figuring out new ways to rob hard working people blind. Send those Enron assholes to jail for FUCKING LIFE! You think Bush and Cheney didn't know about that shit? Give me a fucking break! Tyco! Worldcom! Fuck the Puerto Ricans. 20 to a car, swelling up the welfare rolls, worst fuckin' parade in the city. And don't even get me started on the Dom-in-i-cans, 'cause they make the Puerto Ricans look good. Fuck the Bensonhurst Italians with their pomaded hair, their nylon warm-up suits, their St. Anthony medallions, swinging their, Jason Giambi, Louisville slugger, baseball bats, trying to audition for the Sopranos. Fuck the Upper East Side wives with their Hermes scarves and their fifty-dollar Balducci artichokes. Overfed faces getting pulled and lifted and stretched, all taut and shiny. You're not fooling anybody, sweetheart! Fuck the uptown brothers. They never pass the ball, they don't want to play defense, they take fives steps on every lay-up to the hoop. And then they want to turn around and blame everything on the white man. Slavery ended one hundred and thirty seven years ago. Move the fuck on! Fuck the corrupt cops with their anus violating plungers and their 41 shots, standing behind a blue wall of silence. You betray our trust! Fuck the priests who put their hands down some innocent child's pants. Fuck the church that protects them, delivering us into evil. And while you're at it, fuck JC! He got off easy! A day on the cross, a weekend in hell, and all the hallelujahs of the legioned angels for eternity! Try seven years in fuckin' Otisville, J! Fuck Osama Bin Laden, Al Qaeda, and backward-ass, cave-dwelling, fundamentalist assholes everywhere. On the names of innocent thousands murdered, I pray you spend the rest of eternity with your seventy-two whores roasting in a jet-fueled fire in hell. You towel headed camel jockeys can kiss my royal Irish ass! Staring at the sun (Fissando il sole) Probabilmente la vita è come una corsa in autostrada evitando i proiettili mentre cerchi di trovare la tua via tutti sono intorno a me, ma nessuno fa niente. Mi deprimono, ma non glielo lascerò fare. Se sembrero' debole beh, dovrai essere corretto con me e se non parlo, è perchè non riesco a staccarmi, ma non verrò bruciato dal riflesso del fuoco nei tuoi occhi come se stessi fissando il sole! Quando sono scappato via non mi sono mai sentito come un fuggitivo, quando me ne sono andato, non ho mai sentito di essermi allontanato abbastanza, ci sono cose più importanti nella vita che solamente sopravvivere. Forse non sono arrivato alla mia meta, ma sto ancora provando. Anche se mi ascolti, non credo che tu mi capisca, la volontà è qualcosa che non mi puoi togliere perciò scusa tanto, ma non voglio essere frustrato dalla distruzione che vedo nei tuoi occhi come se stessi fissando il sole! THE OFFSPRING MAN OVERBOARD-BLINK 182 So sorry it's over, So sorry it's over There so much more that I wanted and (So sorry it's over) There so much more that I needed and (So Sorry it over) Time keeps moving on and on and on Soon we'll all be gone Let's take some time to talk this over You're out of line and rarely sober We can't depend on your excuses Cause in the end it's fucking useless You can only lean on me for so long Bring the ship about to watch a friend drown Sit out on the ledge, begged you to come down You can only lean on me for so long I remember shots without a chaser Absent minded thoughts now you're a stanger Cover up the scars Put on your game face Left you in a bar, to try and save face You can only lean on me for so long Bring the ship about to watch a friend drown Sit out on the ledge, begged you to come down You can only lean on me for so long So sorry it's over, so sorry it's over There's so much more that I wanted and (So sorry it's over) There's so much more that I needed and (So sorry it's over) Time keeps moving on and on and on soon we'll all be gone Man on a mission can't say I miss him around Insider information, hand in your resignation Loss of a good friend best of intentions I found Tight lipped procrastination Yeah later, see you around VIOLENCE-BLINK 182 Six bottles went down the drain One hour's a waste of time I'd ask if you feel the same Still pushing that chance to try Your breath in this cool room chill Long hair that blows side to side You speak and make time stand still And each time you walk right on by Like violence You have me Forever and after Like violence You kill me Forever and after Can't count all the eyes that stare Can't count all the things they see She kills with no life to spare Just victims are left to bleed One drink and the pain goes down Soft shadows lay by her feet Lay soft as you slowly drown Lay still as you fall asleep (Fall asleep) Like violence You have me Forever and after Like violence You kill me Forever and after (And after, and after, and after, and after) Like violence You have me Forever and after Like violence You kill me Like violence You have me Forever and after Like violence (echo) You kill me Like violence (echo) You kill me Like violence (echo) Like violence You have me Forever and after Like violence You kill me Forever and after Like violence You have me Forever and after Like violence You kill me Forever and after My dearest I’ve missed you very very much since that last night we were together, and will hold that night especially in my memories for years to come. I've been turning it over and over in my mind lately. I've read your letter through at least four times, and will probably read it more times before I'm through. I’ve been sitting here looking at your picture and getting more homesick every minute. I’ve wanted that picture more than anything else I know of, except, of course, you yourself. I keep thinking of you darling. I keep wishing I could be home with you. I want to leave in the worst possible way so I can come home to see you, but things don’t look that good on that subject. This war has spoiled a lot of things for everyone I guess; I’ve never been so lonesome in my life as I am right now. I’m completely lost without you darling. I never realised that I could miss any one person so much. I just hope it won’t be too much longer until I'm able to be with you again. And live a sane and normal life. sono quello in mezzo a testa bassa E ricordate... L'IMPORTANTE E' FOTTERSENE(dexter holland) I BRAVI RAGAZZI FINISCONO PER ULTIMI green day(nice guys finish last) I bravi ragazzi finiscono per ultimi E tu quasi non hai più benzina La tua simpatia ti farà restare indietro Qualche volta dai il meglio di te stesso quando ti senti peggio Dimmi, ti senti sciacquato come pipì che va giù dal cesso Pentola a pressione, prendimi il cervello e dimmi che sono pazzo Sono così fottutamente felice che potrei piangere Ogni scherzo può avere la sua verità e adesso lo scherzo e' su di te Non mi ero mai accorto che tu fossi cosi tremendamente ridicolo I bravi ragazzi finiscono per ultimi quando sei l'emarginato Non darti una pacca sulla spalla potresti romperti la colonna vertebrale Vivendo a comando Stringi sempre un sacco di mani Lecchino, sanguinando tutta la tua fiducia prendendo quello che ti serve Hai morso la mano che ti sfamava Ammazza i tuoi ricordi LO SCORBUTICO the grouch green day Ero un giovane ragazzo che aveva grandi progetti Adesso sono solo un altro vecchio di merda Non mi diverto mai e odio tutto Il mondo mi deve delle scuse, quindi vaffanculo I vecchi giorni di gloria non mi dicono niente, Ho bevuto un pacco da sei di apatia La vita e' una troia e lo sono anch'io Il mondo mi deve delle scuse, quindi vaffanculo Gioventù bruciata ed un pugno di ideali Avevo un punto di vista giovane ed ottimista Gioventu' bruciata ed un pugno di ideali Avevo un punto di vista giovane ed ottimista Mi sono decomposto la mia pancia sta ancora ingrassando Oddio sto diventando come mio padre Sono solo uno scorbutico seduto sul divano Il mondo mi deve delle scuse, quindi vaffanculo La moglie rompe i coglioni e il figlio non fa che sbaglire Non faccio sesso perche' non mi va su Sono sempre maleducato Ho un carattere di merda Il mondo mi deve delle scuse, quindi vaffanculo RAGA IO BARDO E UN BATTERISTA CERCHIAMO CANTANTE(MASCHIO)E BASSISTA PER ROCK BAND ABBIAMO INTENZIONE DI TOCCARE TUTTI I GENERI (MA NON MUSICA LEGGERA O POP)CONTATTATECI |
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