Dentro le canzoni: quella frase che sento mia adesso

[Agony]

[morrigan]

It Ain't Me, Babe - Bob Dylan



Go 'way from my window,
Leave at your own chosen speed.
I'm not the one you want, babe,
I'm not the one you need.
You say you're lookin' for someone
Never weak but always strong,
To protect you an' defend you
Whether you are right or wrong,
Someone to open each and every door,
But it ain't me, babe,
No, no, no, it ain't me, babe,
It ain't me you're lookin' for, babe.

Go lightly from the ledge, babe,
Go lightly on the ground.
I'm not the one you want, babe,
I will only let you down.
You say you're lookin' for someone
Who will promise never to part,
Someone to close his eyes for you,
Someone to close his heart,
Someone who will die for you an' more,
But it ain't me, babe,
No, no, no, it ain't me, babe,
It ain't me you're lookin' for, babe.

Go melt back into the night, babe,
Everything inside is made of stone.
There's nothing in here moving
An' anyway I'm not alone.
You say you're looking for someone
Who'll pick you up each time you fall,
To gather flowers constantly
An' to come each time you call,
A lover for your life an' nothing more,
But it ain't me, babe,
No, no, no, it ain't me, babe,
It ain't me you're lookin' for, babe.

[morrigan]

Indifference - Pearl Jam



I will light the match this mornin'
so I won't be alone
watch as she lies silent
but soon light will be gone
oh I will stand arms outstretched
pretend I'm free to roam
oh I will make my way through one more day

how much difference does it make
how much difference does it make

I will hold the candle
'til it burns up my arm
oh I'll keep takin' punches
'til their will grows tired
oh I will stare the sun down
until my eyes go blind
hey, I won't change direction
and I won't change my mind

how much difference does it make
how much difference does it make

I'll swallow poison until I grow immune
I will scream my lungs out
'til it fills this room

how much difference
how much difference
how much difference does it make
how much difference does it make

[*bene*]

> L'Aura > Okumuki (2005) > Today

Today get your cinnamon and play
Today get your cinnamon and play for the beauty
Of our land and for the secrets, for the moments
That we use to share

Leather, covers, broken glasses, playing music and the
rain, airplanes, morbid phrases turning into dust…

Spinning around, swimming, jumping
in a world of sounds… you are always in my favourite dreams,
lovely tender and proud
you may be…

Running around searching, looking for something
to find while I’m still here waiting for you,
do you see me at all my sweet sweet sweet love?

Today there is nothing left to say
Today there is nothing left to say

We all know that
just a word can break as into pieces
so as we cannot forget

Leather, covers, broken glasses, playing music and the
Rain, airplanes, morbid phrases turning into dust…
Spinning around, swimming, jumping
in a world of sounds…you are always in my favourite dreams,
lovely tender and proud
You may be…
Running around searching, looking for something
to find while I’m still here waiting for you,
do you see me at all my sweet love?

Black and white photographs, dirty clothes, two guitars
dirty clothes, two guitars…

Spinning around, swimming, jumping
In a world of sounds…you are always in my favourite
dreams, lovely tender and proud
You may be…
Running around searching, looking for something to find
while I’m still here waiting for you…
Do you see me at all my sweet sweet sweet love?

[mircalla]

And you may find yourself living in a shotgun shack
And you may find yourself in another part of the world
And you may find yourself behind the wheel of a large automobile
And you may find yourself in a beautiful house, with a beautiful
wife
And you may ask yourself-Well...How did I get here?

Letting the days go by/let the water hold me down
Letting the days go by/water flowing underground
Into the blue again/after the money's gone
Once in a lifetime/water flowing underground.

And you may ask yourself
How do I work this?
And you may ask yourself
Where is that large automobile?
And you may tell yourself
This is not my beautiful house!
And you may tell yourself
This is not my beautiful wife!
Letting the days go by/let the water hold me down
Letting the days go by/water flowing underground
Into the blue again/after the money's gone
Once in a lifetime/water flowing underground.

Same as it ever was...Same as it ever was...Same as it ever was...
Same as it ever was...Same as it ever was...Same as it ever was...
Same as it ever was...Same as it ever was...

Water dissolving...and water removing
There is water at the bottom of the ocean
Carry the water at the bottom of the ocean
Remove the water at the bottom of the ocean!

Letting the days go by/let the water hold me down
Letting the days go by/water flowing underground
Into the blue again/in the silent water
Under the rocks and stones/there is water underground.

Letting the days go by/let the water hold me down
Letting the days go by/water flowing underground
Into the blue again/after the money's gone
Once in a lifetime/water flowing underground.

And you may ask yourself
What is that beautiful house?
And you may ask yourself
Where does that highway go?
And you may ask yourself
Am I right?...Am I wrong?
And you may tell yourself
MY GOD!...WHAT HAVE I DONE?

Letting the days go by/let the water hold me down
Letting the days go by/water flowing underground
Into the blue again/in the silent water
Under the rocks and stones/there is water underground.

Letting the days go by/let the water hold me down
Letting the days go by/water flowing underground
Into the blue again/after the money's gone
Once in a lifetime/water flowing underground.

Same as it ever was...Same as it ever was...Same as it ever was...
Same as it ever was...Same as it ever was...Same as it ever was...
Same as it ever was...Same as it ever was...

Once in a Lifetime - Talking Heads

[alita]

mi perdono e mi condanno.

massimovolume_stanze vuote

[darcylia]

Es un sentimiento nuevo
che mi tiene alta la vita
la passione nella gola
l'eros che si fa parola.
Le tue strane inibizioni
non fanno parte del sesso

I desideri mitici di prostitute libiche
il senso del possesso che fu pre-alessandrino
la tua voce come il coro delle sirene di Ulisse m' incatena

Ed è bellissimo perdersi in quest' incantesimo.
è bellissimo perdersi in quest' incantesimo

Tutti i muscoli del corpo
pronti per l' accoppiamento
nel Giappone delle geishe
si abbandonano all'amore.
Le tue strane inibizioni
che scatenano il piacere

Lo shivaismo tantrico
di stile dionisiaco
la lotta pornografica dei Greci e dei Latini
la tua pelle come un' oasi nel deserto ancora mi cattura

Ed è bellissimo perdersi in quest'incantesimo
è bellissimo perdersi in quest'incantesimo

I desideri mitici di prostitute libiche
il senso del possesso che fu pre-alessandrino
la tua voce come il coro delle sirene di Ulisse m'incatena

Ed è bellissimo perdersi in quest'incantesimo
è bellissimo perdersi in quest'incantesimo.

F. Battiato - "Sentimiento Nuevo"

[Nos*]

GUAGLIONE

Nisa - Fanciulli

Staje sempe ccá, 'mpuntato ccá,
'mmiez'a 'sta via,
nun mange cchiù nun duorme cchiù
che pecundría!
Gué piccerí' che vène a dí
'sta gelusia?
Tu vuó' suffrí,
tu vuó' murí,
chi t''o ffá fá...

Curre 'mbraccio addu mammá,
nun fá 'o scemo piccerí'...
dille tutt''a veritá
ca mammá te pò capí...

E passe e spasse sott'a stu barcone,
ma tu si' guaglione...
Tu nun canusce 'e ffemmene,
si' ancora accussí giovane!
Tu si' guaglione!...
Che t'hê miso 'ncapa?
va' a ghiucá 'o pallone...
Che vònno dí sti llacreme?...
Vatté', nun mme fá ridere!

Curre 'mbraccio addu mammá,
nun fá 'o scemo piccerí'...
Dille tutta 'a veritá
ca mammá te pò capí...!

Nun 'e ppittá, nun 'allisciá
sti mustacciélle...
Nun cerca a te, nun só' pe' te
chill'uocchie belle...
Nun 'a penzá, va' a pazziá
cu 'e guagliunciélle...
Nun t'avvelí,
c'è tiempo oje ni',
pe' te 'nguajá!

Chi desidere 'e vasá,
scordatélla, piccerí',
ca si 'o ddiceno a papá,
chisá comme va a ferní...

E passe e spasse sott'a stu barcone,
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Finale:

Staje sempe ccá, 'mpuntato ccá,
'mmiez'a 'sta via...
Nun mange cchiù, nun duorme cchiù...
chi t''o ffá fá!...

[Agony]

[Nos*]

'A SUNNAMBULA
Pisano - Alfieri

Carmela è na bambola,
e fa 'ammore cu me...
Ma 'a mamma è terribile:
Nun mm''a vò' fá vedé...

Allora aggio truvato
nu bellu ritrovato:
Carmela fa 'a sunnambula
pe' mme vení a truvá...

E fa scema a mammá!

E cu 'a scusa ch'è na sunnambula,
chesta bambola, nèh, che fa?
Tutt''e ssere, pe' copp'a ll'ásteco,
vène a ll'ùnnece a passiggiá...

'Ncopp'a ll'ásteco ce stóngh'io
e lle dico: "Stó' ccá pe' te..."

E 'a sunnambula,
ch'è na bambola...
fa 'a sunnambula
'mbracci'a me!

'O pate, 'On Arcangelo,
pe' dispietto nun vò'...
Lle sóngo antipatico
e mm'ha ditto ca no...

Ma a me che mme ne 'mporta?
Io tengo aperta 'a porta...
Carmela, comm''o ssolito,
mme vène a cunzulá...

E fa scemo a papá!!

E cu 'a scusa ch'è na sunnambula,
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[stillmad]

Fortunatamente ho ancora il buon senso di mettermi in discussione
faccio volentieri a meno dei tuoi manuali sull'autostima
fortunatamente da giorni è finita la lenta agonia dei tuoi fiori
sto ancora rimettendo la nostra ultima cena romantica......

triste annoiata e asciutta
sarei la tua venere storpia
triste annoiata e asciutta
io sarei un'inutile preda

vedrai vedrai che alla fine uno squallido grazie lo avrai,lo avrai
quel sorriso di circostanza
vedrai......

fortunatamnte ho sempre il difetto di prendermi poco sul serio
e faccio volentieri ameno del tuo sesso pratico e del successo....

porto ancora addosso il fumo delle tue parole,delle tue parole
l'unica cosa che mi hai lasciato...

triste annoiata e asciutta sarei la tua venere storpia Venere -Carmen Consoli

[Nos*]

DICITENCELLO VUJE

Fusco - Falvo

Dicitencello a 'sta cumpagna vosta
ch'aggio perduto 'o suonno e 'a fantasia...
ch''a penzo sempe,
ch'è tutt''a vita mia...
I' nce 'o vvulesse dicere,
ma nun ce 'o ssaccio dí...

'A voglio bene...
'A voglio bene assaje!
Dicitencello vuje
ca nun mm''a scordo maje.
E' na passione,
cchiù forte 'e na catena,
ca mme turmenta ll'anema...
e nun mme fa campá!...

Dicitencello ch'è na rosa 'e maggio,
ch'è assaje cchiù bella 'e na jurnata 'e sole...
Da 'a vocca soja,
cchiù fresca d''e vviole,
i' giá vulesse sèntere
ch'è 'nnammurata 'e me!

'A voglio bene...
..........................

Na lácrema lucente v'è caduta...
dicíteme nu poco: a che penzate?!
Cu st'uocchie doce,
vuje sola mme guardate...
Levámmoce 'sta maschera,
dicimmo 'a veritá...

Te voglio bene...
Te voglio bene assaje...
Si' tu chesta catena
ca nun se spezza maje!
Suonno gentile,
suspiro mio carnale...
Te cerco comm'a ll'aria:
Te voglio pe' campá!...

[morrigan]

"A Letter To Elise" - The Cure

oh elise it doesn't matter what you say
i just can't stay here every yesterday
like keep on acting out the same
the way we act out
every way to smile
forget
and make-believe we never needed
any more than this
any more than this

oh elise it doesn't matter what you do
i know i'll never really get inside of you
to make your eyes catch fire
the way they should
the way the blue could pull me in
if they only would
if they only would
at least i'd lose this sense of sensing something else
that hides away
from me and you
there're worlds to part
with aching looks and breaking hearts
and all the prayers your hands can make
oh i just take as much as you can throw
and then throw it all away
oh i throw it all away
like throwing faces at the sky
like throwing arms round
yesterday
i stood and stared
wide-eyed in front of you
and the face i saw looked back
the way i wanted to
but i just can't hold my tears away
the way you do

elise believe i never wanted this
i thought this time i'd keep all of my promises
i thought you were the girl always dreamed about
but i let the dream go
and the promises broke
and the make-believe ran out...

oh elise
it doesn't matter what you say
i just can't stay here every yesterday
like keep on acting out the same
the way we act out
every way to smile
forget
and make-believe we never needed
any more than this
any more than this

and every time i try to pick it up
like falling sand
as fast as i pick it up
it suns away through my clutching hands
but there's nothing else i can really do
there's nothing else
i can really do
at all...

[Nos*]

Ah! Che bell'aria fresca...
Ch'addore 'e malvarosa...
E tu durmenno staje,
'ncopp'a sti ffronne 'e rosa!

'O sole, a poco a poco,
pe' stu ciardino sponta...
'o viento passa e vasa
stu ricciulillo 'nfronte!

I' te vurría vasá...
I' te vurría vasá...
ma 'o core nun mm''o ddice
'e te scetá...
'e te scetá!...

I' mme vurría addurmí...
I' mme vurría addurmí...
vicino ô sciato tujo,
n'ora pur'i'...
n'ora pur'i'!...

Tu duorme oje Rosa mia...
e duorme a suonno chino,
mentr'io guardo, 'ncantato,
stu musso curallino...

E chesti ccarne fresche,
e chesti ttrezze nere,
mme mettono, 'int''o core,
mille male penziere!

I' te vurría vasá...
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Sento stu core tujo
ca sbatte comm'a ll'onne!
Durmenno, angelo mio,
chisà tu a chi te suonne...

'A gelusia turmenta
stu core mio malato:
Te suonne a me?...Dimméllo!
O pure suonne a n'ato?

I' te vurría vasá...

[morrigan]

I Sogni son Desideri - Cenerentola mentre spazza per casa pensando al biondo principe azzurro


I sogni son desideri
di felicità .
Nel sonno non hai pensieri
Ti esprimi con sincerità .
Se hai fede chissà che un giorno
La sorte non ti arriderà .
Tu sogna e spera fermamente
Dimentica il presente
E il sogno realtà diverrà