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Title: Seventeen
Author: Ladytron Album: Light & Magic (2002) ![]() They only want you when you're seventeen When you're twenty-one You're no fun They take a polaroid and let you go Say they'll let you know So come on (*repeat 7 times*) We only want you when you're seventeen When you're twenty-one You're no fun però che triste, posto solo io?
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Title: Addicted
Author: Claud9 Album: Eye Hear (2003) ![]() The break of the new dawn A cool breeze Now blows out the night I just looked south Your kiss on my mouth I have felt my soul Embraced in your arms Now i feel adicted an real I looked in your eyes That took me so high Now i feel addicted and real I feel real I feel real I feel real I feel real I wonder Is our pact sealed? I turn to your heart To make a new start Coz i feel addicted and real I cry in the dark Wherever you are Coz i feel addicted and real I still burn the flame Can never be tamed Coz i feel addicted and real The wheel spins To where i began I see a star Collapse from afar I love you thru time Your heart is sublime Coz i feel addicted and real Our path has been tread I know no regret Coz i feel addicted and real Addicted and real Coz i feel addicted and real And real And real http://www.claud9.net/ ![]() ![]() And the Road Warrior? That was the last we ever saw of him. He lives now... ...only in my memories. |
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+GuAstÔ+
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Titolo: Do androids dream of electric sheep
Autore: GMS Album: GMS- The hitz Genere: Psy-trance impossibile descrivere le sensazioni che si provano ascoltando le song di GMS ... live, poi, è qualcosa di spettacolare! questa canzone è una delle mie preferite, davvero pazzesca! inoltre prende il titolo dal racconto di Philiph K. Dick il mio autore preferito
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![]() Track del giorno: .: Title: Depre .: Autor: Subsonica .: Album: Microchip emozionale __________________________ ![]() Depre Aldol darkene triptizol Noan anasclerol Valitran serpax vatran Psycoton seranase liserdol Felison flunox control Quilibrex e lexotan Zoloft lorans depas tavor Valeans xanax roipnol Luminale seropram Più giù più giù Sto precipitando forse sto volando Più giù più giù (in depre senza rete) Più giù più giù Sto precipitando forse sto volando Più giù più giù (in depre senza rete) |
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Efelante briaho
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Titolo: Pezzi di vetro Autore: Francesco De Gregori Album: Rimmel L'uomo che cammina sui pezzi di vetro dicono ha due anime e un sesso di ramo duro in (il) cuore e una luna e dei fuochi alle spalle mentre balla e balla, sotto l'angolo retto di una stella. Niente a che vedere col circo, nè acrobati nè mangiatori di fuoco, piuttosto un santo a piedi nudi, quando vedi che non si taglia, già lo sai. Ti potresti innamorare di lui, forse sei già innamorata di lui, cosa importa se ha vent'anni e nelle pieghe della mano, una linea che gira e lui risponde serio "è mia"; sottindente la vita. E la fine del discorso la conosci già, era acqua corrente un pò di tempo fà che ora si è fermata qua. Non conosce paura l'uomo che salta e vince sui vetri e spezza bottiglie e ride e sorride, perchè ferirsi non è impossibile, morire meno che mai e poi mai. Insieme visitata è la notte che dicono ha due anime e un letto e un tetto di capanna utile e dolce come ombrello teso tra la terra e il cielo. Lui ti offre la sua ultima carta, il suo ultimo prezioso tentativo di stupire, quando dice "È quattro giorni che ti amo, ti prego, non andare via, non lasciarmi ferito". E non hai capito ancora come mai, mi hai lasciato in un minuto tutto quel che hai. Però stai bene dove stai. Però stai bene dove stai. :toh: |
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Agarralo! Matalo!
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!!!Traccia del giorno TITOLO: Highway Star AUTORE: Deep Purple Album: Machine Head Nobody gonna take my car I'm gonna race it to the ground Nobody gonna beat my car It's gonna break the speed of sound Oooh it's a killing machine It's got everything Like a driving power big fat tyres and everything I love it and I need it I bleed it yeah it's a wild hurricane Alright hold tight I'm a highway star Nobody gonna take my girl I'm gonna keep her to the end Nobody gonna have my girl She stays close on every bend Oooh she's a killing machine She's got everything Like a moving mouth body control and everything I love her I need her I seed her Yeah She turns me on Alright hold on tight I'm a highway star Nobody gonna take my head I got speed inside my brain Nobody gonna steal my head Now that I'm on the road again Oooh I'm in heaven again I've got everything Like a moving ground an open road and everything I love it and I need it I seed it Eight cylinders all mine Alright hold on tight I'm a highway star Nobody gonna take my car I'm gonna race it to the ground Nobody gonna beat my car It's gonna break the speed of sound Oooh it's a killing machine It's got everything Like a driving power big fat tyres and everything I love it and I need it I bleed it Yeah it's a wild hurricane Alright hold on tight I'm a highway star I'm a highway star I'm a highway star ![]() ![]() Ho guardato il cielo attraverso la nebbia rossa di sangue e Dio non c'era. Siamo soli quaggiù. Viviamo le nostre vita in mancanza di meglio da fare. Nati dal nulla, facciamo figli destinati come noi al nulla. |
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Title: Absolute space
Author: Koop Album: Sons of Koop (1997) ![]() Peacefully I close my eyes To get a better view No need for words now No need for words While I never come closer Whispering Whispering softly I try to get close There's a place Behind this view While I never come closer No I never come closer To where I wanna be There's no space Left for me But I never come closer (x6) ![]() ![]() And the Road Warrior? That was the last we ever saw of him. He lives now... ...only in my memories. |
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Scudiero
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Titolo:Chop Suey
Artista:System of a down Album:Toxicity Chop suey! Wake up, Grab a brush and put a little (makeup), Grab a brush and put a little, Hide the scars to fade away the (shakeup) Hide the scars to fade away the, Why'd you leave the keys upon the table? Here you go create another fable You wanted to, Grab a brush and put a little makeup, You wanted to, Hide the scars to fade away the shakeup, You wanted to, Why'd you leave the keys upon the table, You wanted to, I don't think you trust, In, my, self righteous suicide, I, cry, when angels deserve to die, Die, Wake up, Grab a brush and put a little (makeup), Grab a brush and put a little, Hide the scars to fade away the (shakeup) Hide the scars to fade away the, Why'd you leave the keys upon the table? Here you go create another fable You wanted to, Grab a brush and put a little makeup, You wanted to, Hide the scars to fade away the shakeup, You wanted to, Why'd you leave the keys upon the table, You wanted to, I don't think you trust, In, my, self righteous suicide, I, cry, when angels deserve to die In my, self righteous suicide, I, cry, when angels deserve to die Father, Father, Father, Father, Father/ Into your hands/I/commend my spirit, Father, into your hands, Why have you forsaken me, In your eyes forsaken me, In your thoughts forsaken me, In your heart forsaken, me oh, Trust in my self righteous suicide, I, cry, when angels deserve to die, In my self righteous suicide, I, cry, when angels deserve to die. ![]() Stupido cane!
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Title: Altrove
Author: Morgan Album: Canzoni dell'Appartamento (2003) Però, che cosa vuol dire però. Mi sveglio col piede sinistro, quello giusto. Forse già lo sai, che a volte la follia, sembra l'unica via per la felicità. C'era una volta un ragazzo chiamato pazzo e diceva sto meglio in un pozzo che su un piedistallo. Oggi ho messo la giacca dell'anno scorso, che così mi riconosco, ed esco. Dopo fiori piantati, quelli raccolti, quelli regalati, quelli appassiti. Ho deciso di perdermi nel mondo, anche se sprofondo. Lascio che le cose mi portino altrove, non importa dove. Io, un tempo era semplice, ma ho sprecato tutta l'energia per il ritorno. Lascio le parole non dette e prendo tutta la cosmogonia, e la butto via e mi ci butto anch'io. Sotto le coperte qui ci sono le bombe, come un brutto sogno che diventa realtà. Ho deciso di perdermi nel mondo, anche se sprofondo. Applico alla vita i puntini di sospensione, che nell'incosciente non c'è negazione. (Un ultimo sguardo commosso all'arredamento e chi si è visto si è visto.) Svincolarsi dalle convinzioni, dalle pose, dalle posizioni. Lascio che le cose mi portino altrove. Svincolarsi dalle convinzioni, dalle pose, dalle posizioni. ![]() ![]() And the Road Warrior? That was the last we ever saw of him. He lives now... ...only in my memories. |
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.: Title: Wake up in New York
.: Autor: Craig Armstrong ft. Evan Dando .: Album: As if to nothing __________________________ ![]() Atmosfere notturne, come mio solito... forse dovrei smetterla di postare a quest'ora... ![]() Cmq ve la consiglio, fateci un pensierino... Wake up in new york Wake up in new york Put a comb through your hair Don't you ever want to lie down When there's no-one else around I want to say this to you I know i hurt you You know you hurt me too Don't you ever want to lie down Close your eyes and leave the ground ? I want to get hold of you I'll meet you in New York By the drugstore on First Avenue And then we will lie down With the buildings all around I want to say this to you I want to say this to you |
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Colorous
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). Tra l'altro, la traccia 1, Ruthless Gravity è la colonna sonora perfetta per una scena molto importante della sceneggiatura...
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Title: Ring Ring Ring (Ha Ha Hey)
Author: De La Soul Album: Timeless the singles collection (2003) ![]() "Yes, this is Miss Renee King from Philadelphia. I want you to please give me a call on area code 215-222-4209 and I'm calling in reference to the music business. Thank you." DOVE: Hey how ya doin' Sorry ya can't get through Why don't you leave your name And your number And I'll get back to you Hey how are ya doin' Sorry ya can't get through But leave your name (uh) And your number And I'll get back to you. Once again it's another rap bandit Fiending at I and I can't stand it Wanna be down with the Day-Glo Knocking on my door, saying, "a yo yo" Knocking on my door, saying, "a yo yo" "I got a funky new tune with a fly banjo" I can't understand what the problem is I find it hard enough dealing with my own biz How'd they get my name and number Then I stop to think and wonder Bout a plan, yo man, I gotta step out town You wanna call me up? Take my number down It's 222-2222 I got an answering machine that can talk to you It goes POS: Hey how ya doin' Sorry ya can't get through But leave your name and your number And I'll get back to you Yo, check it, exit the old style Enters the new But nothing's new 'bout being hawked by a crew Or should I say flock cause around every block There's Harry, Dick, and Tom, with a demo in his palm Now I'm with helping those who want to help themselves And flaunt a nut that's doggy as in dope But it's not the mood to hear The tales of limousines and pails Of money they'll make like a pro I be like, "Yo black, just play me the tape" But at the show the time to spare I just make But the songs created in they shacks Are so wick-wick-wack, situations like this And now I hate they give me smiles Kool-Aid wide and ask, "Was it def?" And with the straighest face I be like, "Hell yes." I slip them the digits to Papa Prince Paul So I don't go AWOL but yet I know when they call They get MASE: Hey how ya doing Sorry ya can't get through Why don't you leave your name And your number And I'll get back to you Hey how are ya doin Sorry you can't get through Why don't you leave your name and your number And I'll get back to you Check it out Party at the dug-out on Diction Ave Haven't been to the jam in quite a while Figure I'll catch up on the latest styles 'Stead piles and piles of demo tapes bi-da miles All I wanna do is cut on the decks wild But edition up here bi-da miles to the center Reliever of duty, Plug One mosies in And I be like, "Yo G, Pos does all the producing" POS: Now woe is me to the third degree Mase pulls the funny so I make like a bunny Jettin' But I'm getting used to this demo abuse Getting raped and giving birth to a tape Cause there's no escape from the clutches of a hawker Attached to my success, sent like a stalker Make way to my radius playin fly guy Try to get on my back they force like Luke Sky Me Myself and I go through this act daily And rarely do I not No matter how I dodge some jackal always nails me No matter what the plot And even out on tour they be like, "Yo I got a tape to play you back at the hotel" I be like "Oh swell" Unveil the numeric code to dial my room And tell them to call me at noon But of course there's no answering machine in my room But a pretty young adorer Who I swung on tour And if it rings while we're alone She'll answer the phone And with the quickness she'll recite like a poem DOVE: "Hey, you done did the right thing, dial up my ring ring Now you're waiting on the beep. Say, I would love if you'd sing The tune to Tru instead of fronting on the speak." So no problemo, just play the demo And at the end it's break out time Please oh please don't press rewind Cause I'll just lay it down the line Hey how ya doing Sorry ya can't get through Why don't you leave your name and your number And I'll get back to you POS: Hey how ya doing Sorry ya can't get through Why don't you leave your name and your number And we'll get back to you.. peace 'Yo what's up man, this is Ronald Master down with the Fish Tank Posse, man, you know man, so you know you can just hook me up, True. You know we got this fly new jam called 'Swimming In the Fish Tank', you know we gonna rock it man, you know what I'm saying, but I just need your help, Prince Paul gave me your number, you know man, you just gotta do that for me, got this fly bassline, got these fly trombones in it man, so just hook me up, man, just look out, all right, call me back at 557-2223 all right man, just look out, all right, look out for a brother man!' ![]() ![]() And the Road Warrior? That was the last we ever saw of him. He lives now... ...only in my memories. |
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Femme d'Argent
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Author: Queen
Title: You Don't fool me Album: Made in Heaven ![]() You don't fool me You don't fool me... Da, da da da dah Da da da dah Da da dah... You don't fool me - those pretty eyes That sexy smile - you don't fool me You don't rule me - you're no surprise You're telling lies - you don't fool me Mmm, mama said be careful of that girl Mama said you know that she's no good Mama said be cool, don't you be no fool Yup bup ba ba ba ba da da da dah ! You don't fool me You don't fool me, you don't fool me She'll take you You don't fool me, and break you You don't rule me, you don't fool me You don't fool me, she'll take you You don't fool me, and break you Sooner or later you'll be playing by her rules Baby you don't fool me, yeah You don't fool me, you don't have to say 'don't mind' You don't have to teach me things I know Sooner or later you'll playing by her rules Oh, (fool you) oh, (rule you) she'll take you (take you) And break you (break you) Yeah Mama said be cool Mama said she'll take you , and break you Ba ba ba ba bap bap ba baah La la la la la lah You don't fool me You don't fool me... |
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Efelante briaho
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Titolo: Falling in love
Autore: Nofx Album: So long and thanks for all the shoes Blast oxygen masks, smoke filled cabin depressurize, don't be afraid, hold onto me we're going down, but not our love Death don't seem so bad, 'cause I'm with you my only love, so close your eyes kiss me on the last time, we're gonna die, but not our love, not our love |
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