Tweed
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Tweed |
| eta': | 44 |
| Citta'.: | Napoli |
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Descrizione:
"Tutte le cose diritte mentono, borbottò sprezzante il nano. Ogni verità è ricurva, il tempo stesso è un circolo", così parlò Zarathustra, F. Nietsche Cerco particolarità, idee, gioia controllata, freschezza, bellezza,arte,azione, lenta reazione, donne, uomini,sentimenti, ingenuità, cinismo, sesso, purezza, forme, fluidità, parole benscritte, vezzi, piccoli e imprercettibili atteggiamenti, buffi sorrisi, occhi sgranati, sicurezza e oblio, stream of consciousness, pazzia, destabillizazione, fumo, notti in bianco e mattine di sole, occhi verdi e capelli rossi, forza e decisione, capacità di abnegazione, sacrificio, ambizione, filosofia, silenzio, grazia e ponderazione, consapevolezza, profondità....profondità.... ps. ultimamente cerco anche un batterista  My links http://www.greenplastic.com/ http://www.muenic.de/lyrics/lorien_waves.html (l'unico sito che ha i testi dei Lorien) http://www.reginaspektor.com Mys songs A Wolf at the Door Drag him out the window Dragging out your dead Singing I miss you Snakes and ladders flip the lid Out pops the cracker Smacks you in the head Knifes you in the neck Kicks you in the teeth Steel toe caps Takes all your credit cards Step up get the gun Get the eggs Get the flan in the face The flan in the face The flan in the face Dance you fucker dance you fucker Don't you dare Don't you dare Don't you flan in the face Take it with the love its given Take it with a pinch of salt Take it to the taxman Let me back Let me back I promise to be good Don't look in the mirror at the face you don't recognize Help me, call the doctor, put me inside put me inside put me inside put me inside put me inside I keep the wolf from the door But he calls me up Calls me on the phone Tells me all the ways that he's gonna mess me up Steal all my children if I don't pay the ransom And I'll never see them again if I squeal to the cops. . . . Walking like a giant cranes And with my X-ray eyes I strip you naked in a tight little world and are you on the list? Stepford wives who are we to complain? Investments and dealers Investments and dealers Cold wives and mistresses Cold wives and Sunday papers city Boys in First Class don't know we're born little Someone else is gonna come and clean it up Born and raised for the job Someone always does I wish you'd get up get over get up get over and turn the tape off I keep the wolf from the door But he calls me up Calls me on the phone Tells me all the ways that he's gonna mess me up Steal all my children if I don't pay the ransom And I'll never see them again if I squeal to the cops So I'm just gonna. . . . Paranoid Android Rain down, rain down Come on rain down on me From a great height From a great height... height... Rain down, rain down Come on rain down on me From a great height From a great height... height... Rain down, rain down Come on rain down on me PLANET NEW EARTH Do you know there, do you know there's a new earth where the moon we're watching is allsides silvered now I'm walking on, now I'm walking on a road made of plexiglass and down a deep pink light it brings me up to the sky with a wonderful power where the scent of some angels makes my skin immortal hey babe please don't you go Here the time has gone, here the time has gone away to another planet that it needs it more now I'm living on, now I'm living on a plane where it seems to be the center of a universe every star of the sky makes me happy tonight and they will dance for us all the night waiting for a new day Hey babe please don't you go hey babe please don't you go and throw away your golden dress don't go and polish your white wings don't go and throw away your fastest car don't go and you will fly so high tha Questo pezzo di Regina Spektor è davvero incredibile.... CHEMO LIMO I had a dream Crispy crispy Benjamin Franklin came over Baby-sat all four of my kids Then in my dream I told the doctor off He said if you don't want to do it then you don't have to do it He said the truth is You'll be okay, anyway Then in my dream Crispy crispy Benjamin Franklin and the doctor Went and had a talk with my boss Something about insurance policies They kept the door closed at all times I couldnt hear or see When they came out they said You'll be okay, anyway And I smiled cause I'd known it all along. No thank you no thank you no thank you no thank you I don't have to pay for this shit I couldn't afford chemo like I couldn't afford a limo and on any given day I'd rather ride a limousine No thank you no thank you no thank you no thank you I ain't about to to die like this I couldn't afford chemo like I couldn't afford a limo And besides this shit is making me tired it's making me tired it's making me tired You know I plan to retire some day, And I'm gonna go out in style go out in style This shit it's making me tired it's making me tired it's making me tired I'm-a gonna go out in style go out in style When I woke up My kids were being quiet I knew it was a dream right away I called the limousine company Then I got dressed I dressed the kids as well The limousine pulled in And we piled in The doctor he asked which way we were headed I said, Sir, let's just go west and he listened obediently, Sophie only wants to listen to radio BBC Michael sat on my knees and whispered to me All about the meanies Jacqueline was being such a big girl with her cup of tea looking out of the window And Barbara She looks just like my mom Oh my god, Barbara She looks so much like my mom No thank you no thank you no thank you no thank you I don't have to pay for this shit I couldn't afford chemo like I couldn't afford a limo and on any given day I'd rather ride a limousine No thank you no thank you no thank you no thank you I ain't about to die like this I couldn't afford chemo like I couldn't afford a limo And besides this shit is making me tired it's making me tired it'smaking me die You know I plan to retire some day, and I'm-a gonna go out in style go out in style This shit it's making me tired it's making me tired it's making me tired I'm-a gonna go out in style go out in style Style Style Style? Style. Style..? Style Style..?? Style. I had a dream Crispy crispy Benjamin Franklin came over and Baby-sat all four of my kids I had a dream Crispy crispy Benjamin Franklin came over and Baby-sat all four of my kids Sophie only want to tune us into radio BBC Michael sat on my knees and whispered to me All about the meanie Jacqueline was being such a big girl with her cup of tea looking out of the window And Barbara She looks just like my mom Oh my god, Barbara She looks so much like my mom Oh my god, Barbara She looks so much just like my mom... Non è mai troppo tardi per avere un'infanzia felice... |
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