Dentro le canzoni: quella frase che sento mia adesso

[stillmad]

These are the thoughts that go through my head
In my backyard on a Sunday afternoon
When I have the house to myself and i'm not
Expending all that energy on fighting with my boyfriend

Is he the one that I will marry?
Why is it so hard to be objective about myself?
Why do I feel cellularly alone?
Am I supposed to live in this crazy city?
Can blindly continued fear induced regurgitated life-denying
Tradition be overcome?

Where does the money go that I send to those in need?
If we have so much why do some people have nothing still?
Why do I feel frantic when I first wake up in the morning?
Why do you say you are spiritual
Yet you treat people like shit? How can you say you're close to god
And yet you talk behind my back as though I am not
A part of you? why do I say I'm fine when it's
Obvious I'm not? why's it so hard to tell you what I want?
Why can't you just read my mind?

Why do I fear that the quieter I am the less you will listen?
Why do I care whether you like me or not?
Why is it so hard for me to be angry?
Why is it such work to stay conscious and so easy to get stuck
And not the other way around?

Will I ever move back to canada?
Can I be with a lover with whom I am a student and a master?
Why am I encouraged to shut my mouth when it gets too close to home?
Why cannot I live in the moment?
Alanis morissette-These r the thoughts

[morrigan]

Originariamente postato da darcylia

Evvai!!!!! Ho un'altra gemella!!!!! Allora siamo in 3: io, te e Morrigan!!!!!

sììììì...le gemelle musicali...mai avuto gemelle in vita mia..era ora di cominciare!!!

[Anandamyde]

E UN GIORNO... Francesco Guccini


E un giorno ti svegli stupita e di colpo ti accorgi
che non sono più quei fantastici giorni all'asilo
di giochi, di amici e se ti guardi attorno non scorgi
le cose consuete, ma un vago e indistinto profilo...

E un giorno cammini per strada e ad un tratto comprendi
che non sei la stessa che andava al mattino alla scuola,
che il mondo là fuori t'aspetta e tu quasi ti arrendi
capendo che a battito a battito è l'età che s'invola...

E tuo padre ti sembra più vecchio e ogni giorno si fa più lontano,
non racconta più favole e ormai non ti prende per mano,
sembra che non capisca i tuoi sogni sempre tesi fra realtà e sperare
e sospesi fra voglie alternate di andare e restare...
di andare e restare...

E un giorno ripensi alla casa e non è più la stessa
in cui lento il tempo sciupavi quand'eri bambina,
in cui ogni oggetto era un simbolo ed una promessa
di cose incredibili e di caffellatte in cucina...

E la stanza coi poster sul muro ed i dischi graffiati
persi in mezzo ai tuoi libri e regali che neanche ricordi,
sembra quasi il racconto di tanti momenti passati
come il piano studiato e lasciato anni fa su due accordi...

E tuo padre ti sembra annoiato e ogni volta si fa più distratto,
non inventa più giochi e con te sta perdendo il contatto...
E tua madre lontana e presente sui tuoi sogni ha da fare e da dire,
ma può darsi non riesca a sapere che sogni gestire...
che sogni gestire...

Poi un giorno in un libro o in un bar si farà tutto chiaro,
capirai che altra gente si è fatta le stesse domande,
che non c'è solo il dolce ad attenderti, ma molto d'amaro
e non è senza un prezzo salato diventare grande...

I tuoi dischi, i tuoi poster saranno per sempre scordati,
lascerai sorridendo svanire i tuoi miti felici
come oggetti di bimba, lontani ed impolverati,
troverai nuove strade, altri scopi ed avrai nuovi amici...

Sentirai che tuo padre ti è uguale, lo vedrai un po' folle, un po' saggio
nello spendere sempre ugualmente paura e coraggio,
la paura e il coraggio di vivere come un peso che ognuno ha portato,
la paura e il coraggio di dire: " io ho sempre tentato,
io ho sempre tentato... "

[stillmad]

Originariamente postato da morrigan
sììììì...le gemelle musicali...mai avuto gemelle in vita mia..era ora di cominciare!!!

spè spè-Morry è complicata di gustinon lo so se le sto dietro....................

[stillmad]

Tu sì.....che sei Speciale
ti invidio sempre un po'
sai sempre cosa fare...e...
e che cosa è giusto o no!
Tu sei così sicura
di tutto intorno a te
che sembri quasi un'onda che
che si trascina.....me
lascia stare
che ho qualche anno in più
meno male
che sei convinta tu
io sto uguale
mi chiedo solo se
faccio male...a volte
a ridere di te

Le stelle stanno in cielo
e i Sogni....non lo so
So solo che son pochi....
quelli che s'avverano
Io so che sei una donna
Onesta!......non lo so
soprattutto con Se Stessa...
con Se Stessa....forse no

lascia stare
che ho qualche anno in più
meno male
che sei convinta tu
io sto uguale
...adesso penso che
chissà quante volte
hai riso tu di me
ridere di tevasco

[Biz]

I was down at the New Amsterdam staring at this yellow-haired girl
Mr. Jones strikes up a conversation with this black-haired flamenco dancer
She dances while his father plays guitar
She's suddenly beautiful
We all want something beautiful
I wish I was beautiful

So come dance this silence down through the morning

Cut up, Maria!
Show me some of them Spanish dances
Pass me a bottle, Mr. Jones
Believe in me
Help me believe in anything
Cause I want to be someone who believes

Mr. Jones and me tell each other fairy tales
Stare at the beautiful women
"She's looking at you. Ah no, no, she's looking at me."
Smiling in the bright lights
Coming through in stereo
When everybody loves you, you can never be lonely

I will paint my picture
Paint myself in blue and red and black and gray
All of the beautiful colors are very, very meaningful
Gray is my favorite color
I felt so symbolic, yesterday
If I knew Picasso
I would buy myself a gray guitar and play

Mr. Jones and me look into the future
Stare at the beautiful women
"She's looking at you. Uh, I don't think so. She's looking at me."
Standing in the spotlight
I bought myself a gray guitar
When everybody loves me I will never be lonely
I will never be lonely
Said I never gonna be..lonely

I wanna to be a lion
Everybody wants to pass as cats
We all want to be big, big stars, but we got different reasons for that
Believe in me, because I don't believe in anything
And I want to be someone to believe, to believe

Mr. Jones and me stumbling through the barrio
Yeah we stare at the beautiful women
"She's perfect for you, man, there's got to be somebody for me."
I want to be Bob Dylan
Mr. Jones wishes he was someone just a little more funky
When everybody loves you, son, that's just about as funky as you can be

Mr. Jones and me staring at the video
When I look at the television I want to see me staring right back at me
We all want to be big stars, but we don't know why and we don't know how
But when everybody loves me
I'm going to be just about as happy as I can be
Mr. Jones and me: we're gonna be big stars...


Counting Crows--Mr.Jones

[stillmad]

...o de cómo Cuba puede prenderle a uno.

En la vida conocí mujer igual a la Flaca,
coral negro de La Habana, tremendísima mulata.
Cien libras de piel y hueso, cuarenta kilos de Salsa,
en la cara dos soles que sin palabras hablan.

La Flaca duerme de día, dice que así el hambre engaña,
cuando cae la noche, baja a bailar a La Tasca.
Y bailar y bailar, y tomar y tomar,
una cerveza tras otra pero ella nunca engorda.

Por un beso de la Flaca daría lo que fuera,
por un beso de ella, aunque solo uno fuera.

Mojé mis sábanas blancas, como dice la canción,
recordando la caricias que me brindó el primer día.
Enloquezco de ganas de dormir a su ladito
porque Dios! que esta Flaca a mi me tiene loquito.
-la FlacaJarabe de Palo

[Hoghemaru]

ANATHEMA - FRAGILE DREAMS


Countless times I trusted you,
I let you back in,
Knowing... Yearning... you know
I should have run... but I stayed

Maybe I always knew
My fragile dreams would be broken... for you

Today I introduced myself
To my own feelings
In silent agony, after all these years
They spoke to me... after all these years

Maybe I always knew
My fragile dreams would be broken... for you



pare l'abbiano scritta per me...

[darcylia]

Agua - Jarabe de Palo

Bella, mi pace

Counting Crows--Mr.Jones

-la FlacaJarabe de Palo

[stillmad]

In Liverpool
On Sunday
No traffic
On the avenue
The light is pale and thin
Like you
No sound, down
In this part of town
Except for the boy in the belfry
He's crazy, he's throwing himself
Down from the top of the tower
Like a hunchback in heaven
He's ringing the bells in the church
For the last half an hour
He sounds like he's missing something
Or someone that he knows he can't
Have now and if he isn't
I certainly am

Homesick for a clock
That told the same time
sometimes you made no sense to me
if you lie on the ground
in somebody's arms
you'll probably swallow some of their history

And the boy in the belfry
He's crazy, he's throwing himself
Down from the top of the tower
Like a hunchback in heaven
He's ringing the bells in the church
For the last half an hour
He sounds like he's missing something
Or someone that he knows he can't
Have now and if he isn't
I certainly am

I'll be the girl who sings for my supper
You'll be the monk whose forehead is high
He'll be the man who's already working
Spreading a memory all through the sky

In Liverpool
On Sunday
No reason to even remember you now

Except for the boy in the belfry
He's crazy, he's throwing himself
Down from the top of the tower
Like a hunchback in heaven
He's ringing the bells in the church
For the last half an hour
He sounds like he's missing something
Or someone that he knows he can't
Have now and if he isn't
I certainly am

In Liverpool -Suzanne vega

[roropink]

"...occhi che sanno parlare,
che ti prendono così
e ci fanno ragionare...sul percorso della vita,
sulla nostra storia infinita,
occhi che sanno cercare
anche quello che non c'è
e ci fanno confessare tutto quello che vorremmo avere..."

[mircalla]

So this is permanence - love's shattered pride
What once was innocence, turned on its side
Grey cloud hangs over me - marks every move
Deep in the memory of what once was love

Oh how I realised how I wanted time
Put into perspective - tried so hard to find
Just for one moment I thought I'd found my way
Destiny unfolded - I watched it slip away

Excessive flashpoints - beyond all reach
Solitary demands for all I'd like to keep
Let's take a ride out - see what we can find
A valueless collection of hopes and past desires

I never realised the lengths I'd have to go
All the darkest corners of a sense I didn't know
Just for one moment I heard someone call
Looked beyond the day in hand - there's nothing there at all

Now that I've realised how it's all gone wrong
Got to find some therapy - this treatment takes too long
Deep in the heart of where sympathy held sway
Got to find my destiny before it gets too late

Twenty Four Hours - Joy Division

[Agony]

Time takes a cigarette, puts it in your mouth
You pull on your finger, then another finger, then your cigarette
The wall-to-wall's calling, it lingers, then you forget
You're a rock 'n' roll suicide
You're too old to lose it, too young to choose it
And the clock waits patiently on your song
You walk past the cafe but you don't eat when you've lived too long
You're a rock 'n' roll suicide
Chev brakes are snarling as you stumble across the road
But day breaks instead so you hurry home
Don't let the sun blast your shadow
Don't let the milk floats ride your mind
So natural-religiously unkind
Oh, no, love! you're not alone
You're watching yourself but you're too unfair
You got your head all tangled up, but if I could only make you care
Oh, no, love! you're not alone
No matter what or who you've been
No matter when or where you've seen
All the knives seem to lacerate your brain
I've had my share, so I'll help you with the pain
You're not alone, just turn on with me
You're not alone, let's turn on and be
You're not alone, gimme your hands
You're wonderful, gimme your hands
You're wonderful, gimme your hands


David Bowie - Rock 'n' Roll Suicide

[morrigan]

Originariamente postato da stillmad
spè spè-Morry è complicata di gustinon lo so se le sto dietro....................

hahaha...still!!!! ma sì che possiamo essere gemelle! non occorre che tu "mi stia dietro", o che si conoscano gli stessi gruppi, basta solo che si abbia lo stesso atteggiamento riguardo alla musica...

The Great Below - Nine Inch Nails


staring at the sea
will she come?
is there hope for me
after all is said and done
anything at any price
all of this for you
all the spoils of a wasted life
all of this for you
all the world has closed her eyes
tried faith all worn and thin
for all we could have done
and all that could have been

ocean pulls me close
and whispers in my ear
the destiny I've chose
all becoming clear
the currents have their say
the time is drawing near
washes me away
makes me disappear

I descend from grace
in arms of undertow
I will take my place
in the geat below

I can still feel you
even so far away

[morrigan]

Tears to Shed - Corpse Bride OST

MAGGOT
What does that whispy little brat have that you don't have double?

BLACK WIDOW
She can't hold a candle to the beauty of your smile

CORPSE BRIDE
How about a pulse?

MAGGOT
Overrated by a mile

BLACK WIDOW
Overbearing

MAGGOT
Overblown

MAGGOT AND BLACK WIDOW
If he only knew the you that we know

CORPSE BRIDE
(sigh)

BLACK WIDOW
And that silly little creature isn't wearing his ring

MAGGOT
And she doesn't play piano

MAGGOT AND BLACK WIDOW
Or dance

MAGGOT
Or sing

MAGGOT AND BLACK WIDOW
No she doesn't compare

CORPSE BRIDE
But she still breathes air

BLACK WIDOW
Who cares?

MAGGOT
Unimportant

BLACK WIDOW
Overrated

MAGGOT
Overblown

MAGGOT AND BLACK WIDOW
If only he could see
How special you can be
If he only knew the you that we know

CORPSE BRIDE
If I touch a burning candle I can feel the pain
If you cut me with a knife it's still the same
And I know her heart is beating
And I know that I am dead
Yet the pain here that I feel
Try and tell me it's not real
For it seems that I still have a tear to shed

MAGGOT
The sure redeeming feature
From that little creature
Is that she's alive

BLACK WIDOW
Overrated

MAGGOT
Overblown

BLACK WIDOW
Everybody know that's just a temporary state
Which is cured very quickly when we meet our fate

MAGGOT
Who cares?

BLACK WIDOW
Unimportant

MAGGOT
Overrated

BLACK WIDOW
Overblown

MAGGOT AND BLACK WIDOW
If only he could see
How special you can be
If he only knew the you that we know

CORPSE BRIDE
If I touch a burning candle I can feel no pain
In the ice or in the wun it's all the same
Yet I feel my heart is acheing
Though it doesn't beat it's breaking
And the pain here that I feel
Try and tell me it's not real
I know that I am dead
Yet it seems that I still have some tears to shed


...mi si è piantata in testa e non va più via...bah...