Dentro le canzoni: quella frase che sento mia adesso

[mircalla]

Scattering flowers washed down by the rain
Stood by the gate at the foot of the garden
Watching them pass like clouds in the sky
Try to cry out in the heat of the moment
Possessed by a fury
that burns from inside

The Eternal - Joy Division

[pollyfox]

il risveglio dal sogno forse uccide
mai tradisce.....

"Strategie" AFTERHOURS

[pollon2]

And I find it kind of funny, I find it kind of sad
These dreams in which I'm dying, Are the best I’ve ever had
I find it hard to tell you, I find it hard to take
When people run in circles it’s a very very
Mad World, Mad World

[eva_luna]

Metti in circolo il tuo amore come fai con una novità, come quando dici si vedrà...
Luciano Ligabue

[darcylia]

Excuse me but can I be you for a while
My dog won't bite if you sit real still
I got the anti-Christ in the kitchen yellin' at me again
Yeah I can hear that
Been saved again by the garbage truck
I got something to say you know
But nothing comes
Yes I know what you think of me
You never shut-up
Yeah I can hear that

But what if I'm a mermaid
In these jeans of his
With her name still on it
Hey but I don't care
Cause sometimes
I said sometimes
I hear my voice
And it's been here
Silent All These Years

So you found a girl
Who thinks really deep thougts
What's so amazing about really deep thoughts
Boy you best praya that I bleed real soon
How's that thought for you
My scream got lost in a paper cup
You think there's a heaven
Where some screams have gone
I got 25 bucks and a cracker
Do you think it's enough
To get us there

Cause what if I'm a mermaid
In these jeans of his
With her name still on it
Hey but I don't care
Cause sometimes
I said sometimes
I hear my voice
And it's been here
Silent All These...

Years go by
Will I still be waiting
For somebody else to understand
Years go by
If I'm stripped of my beauty
And the orange clouds
Raining in head
Years go by
Will I choke on my tears
Till finally there is nothing left
One more casualty
You know we're too easy Easy Easy

Well I love the way we communicate
Your eyes focus on my funny lip shape
Let's hear what you think of me now
But baby don't look up
The sky is falling
Your mother shows up in a nasty dress
It's your turn now to stand where I stand
Everybody lookin' at you here
Take hold of my hand
Yeah I can hear them

But what if I'm a mermaid
In these jeans of his
With her name still on it
Hey but I don't care
Cause sometimes
I said sometimes
I hear my voice,
I hear my voice,
I hear my voice

And it's been here
Silent All These Years
I've been here
Silent All These Years

Tori Amos - "Silen All These Years"

[darcylia]

"...I love the way we communicate
Your eyes focus on my funny lip shape..."

Silent All These Years, Tori Amos

(questo pezzo mi ha stregata )

[inamek]

Quanta nostalgia
di non so nemmeno cosa
ma mi porta via
è un po’ dolorosa
eppure mi fa compagnia
con la mia musica
che naturalmente adesso è malinconica

E non so cos’è
ma la lascio fare senza chiedere perché
che anche questo forse è amore
sai quanto ce n’è è incalcolabile
dentro questo cuore adesso un po’ più debole

Quanta nostalgia
che magari a cantarla va via
che a cantarla si può trasformare
in un semplice canto d’amore
ecco cos’è
è soltanto che ho nostalgia di te
ma vedrai che a cantarla va via svanisce così
è solo nostalgia.

Cosa stai sognando
proprio in questo istante della notte
mentre canto
da così lontano è una fortuna
non la senti la mia musica
sta piangendo e ancora canta malinconica

Quanta nostalgia
che magari a cantarla va via
che a cantarla si può trasformare
in un semplice canto d’amore
ecco cos’è
è soltanto che ho nostalgia di te
questa notte non vuole andare via
la tengo con me
è solo nostalgia

Fabio Concato
Quanta Nostalgia

[Biz]

Johnny went out on a Saturday night
Never hurt anybody never started no bar room fight
Johnny never did nobody no wrong
Never hurt anybody never hurt anybody
Johnny was a good man

Joahnny was--Stiff Little Fingers

[claudina]

Benvenuto raggio di sole, a questa terra di terra e sassi
a questi laghi bianchi come la neve, sotto i tuoi passi stanchi
a questo amore a questa distrazione, a questo carnevale
dove nessuno ti vuole bene, dove nessuno ti vuole male.
A questa musica che non ha orecchi, a questi libri senza parole
benvenuto raggio di sole, avrai matite per giocare
e un bicchiere per bere forte, e un bicchiere per bere piano
un sorriso per difenderti e un passaporto per andare via lontano
Benvenuto a questa finestra, a questo cielo sereno
a tutti i clackson della mattina, a questo mondo gi troppo pieno
a questa strana ferrovia, unica al mondo per dove può andare
ti porta dove porta il vento, ti porta dove scegli di ritornare
A questa luna tranquilla, che si siede dolcemente
in mezzo al mare c'è qualche nuvola ma non fa niente
perché lontano passa una nave, tutte le luci sono accese
benvenuto figlio di nessuno, benvenuto in questo paese.

Raggio di sole
De Gregori

[kikkirilla]

Originariamente postato da Biz
Sei nell'anima
e lì ti lascio per sempre

Gianna Nannini

quoto quotissssssssssssimo

[Agony]

I was alone, Falling free,
Trying my best not to forget
What happened to us,
What happened to me,
What happened as I let it slip.

I was confused by the powers that be,
Forgetting names and places.
Passersby were looking at me
As if they could erase it

Baby did you forget to take your meds?
Baby did you forget to take your meds?

I was alone,
Staring over the ledge,
Trying my best not to forget
All manner of joy
All manner of glee
And our one heroic pledge

How it mattered to us,
How it mattered to me,
And the consequences

I was confused,
By the birds and the bees
Forgetting if I meant it

Baby did you forget to take your meds?
Baby did you forget to take your meds?
Baby did you forget to take your meds?
Baby did you forget to take your meds?

And the Sex and the drugs and the complications
And the Sex and the drugs and the complications
And the Sex and the drugs and the complications
And the Sex and the drugs and the complications

Baby did you forget to take your meds?
Baby did you forget to take your meds?
Baby did you forget to take your meds?
Baby did you forget to take your meds?
Baby did you forget to take your meds?
Baby did you forget to take your meds?

I was alone,
Falling free,
Trying my best not to forget



meds - placebo

[mircalla]

Waldo Jeffers had reached his limit.
It was now mid-August which meant that he had been separated from Marsha for more than two months.
Two months, and all he had to show were three dog-eared letters and two very expensive long-distance phone calls.
True, when school had ended and she'd returned to Wisconsin and he to Locust, Pennsylvania she had sworn to maintain a certain fidelity.
She would date occasionally, but merely as amusement.
She would remain faithful. But lately Waldo had begun to worry.
He had trouble sleeping at night and when he did, he had horrible dreams.
He lay awake at night, tossing and turning underneath his printed quilt protector, tears welling in his eyes,
As he pictured Marsha, her sworn vows overcome by liquor and the smooth soothings of some Neanderthal,
Finally submitting to the final caresses of sexual oblivion. It was more than the human mind could bear.

Visions of Marsha's faithlessness haunted him.
Daytime fantasies of sexual abandon permeated his thoughts.
And the thing was, they wouldn't understand who she really was.
He, Waldo, alone, understood this.
He had intuitively grasped every nook and cranny of her psyche.
He had made her smile, and she needed him, and he wasn't there. (Awww.)
The idea came to him on the Thursday before the Mummers Parade was scheduled to appear.
He had just finished mowing and edging the Edelsons lawn for a dollar-fifty
And had checked the mailbox to see if there was at least a word from Marsha.
There was nothing more than a circular form the Amalgamated Aluminum Company of America inquiring into his awning needs.
At least they cared enough to write.

It was a New York company. You could go anywhere in
the mails. Then it struck him: he didn't have enough
money to go to Wisconsin in the accepted fashion,
true, but why not mail himself? It was absurdly
simple. He would ship himself parcel post special
delivery. The next day Waldo went to the supermarket
to purchase the necessary equipment. He bought
masking tape, a staple gun and a medium sized
cardboard box, just right for a person of his build.
He judged that with a minimum of jostling he could
ride quite comfortably. A few airholes, some water, a
selection of midnight snacks, and it would probably be
as good as going tourist.

By Friday afternoon, Waldo was set. He was thoroughly
packed and the post office had agreed to pick him up
at three o'clock. He'd marked the package "FRAGILE"
and as he sat curled up inside, resting in the foam
rubber cushioning he'd thoughtfully included, he tried
to picture the look of awe and happiness on Marsha's
face as she opened the door, saw the package, tipped
the deliverer, and then opened it to see her Waldo
finally there in person. She would kiss him, and then
maybe they could see a movie. If he'd only thought of
this before. Suddenly rough hands gripped his package
and he felt himself borne up. He landed with a thud
in a truck and then he was off.

Marsha Bronson had just finished setting her hair. It
had been a very rough weekend. She had to remember
not to drink like that. Bill had been nice about it
though. After it was over he'd said that he still
respected her and, after all, it was certainly the way
of nature and even though no, he didn't love her, he
did feel an affection for her. And after all, they
were grown adults. Oh, what Bill could teach Waldo --
but that seemed many years ago. Sheila Klein, her
very, very best friend walked in through the porch
screen door into the kitchen. "Oh God, it's
absolutely maudlin outside."
"Ugh, I know what you mean, I feel all icky." Marsha
tightened the belt on her cotton robe with the silk
outer edge. Sheila ran her finger over some salt
grains on the kitchen table, licked her finger and
made a face.
"I'm supposed to be taking these salt pills, but," she
wrinkled her nose, "they make me feel like throwing
up."
Marsha started to pat herself under the chin, an
exercise she'd seen on television. "God, don't even
talk about that." She got up from the table and went
to the sink where she picked up a bottle of pink and
blue vitamins. "Want one? Supposed to be better than
steak." And attempted to touch her knees. "I don't
think I'll ever touch a daiquiri again." She gave up
and sat down, this time nearer the small table that
supported the telephone. "Maybe Bill'll call," she
said to Sheila's glance.
Sheila nibbled on a cuticle. "After last night, I
thought maybe you'd be through with him."
"I know what you mean. My God, he was like an
octopus. Hands all over the place." She gestured,
raising her arms upward in defense. "The thing is
after a while, you get tired of fighting with him, you
know, and after all he didn't really do anything
Friday and Saturday so I kind of owed it to him, you
know what I mean." She started to scratch. Sheila
was giggling with her hand over her mouth. "I'll tell
you, I felt the same way, and even after a while," she
bent forward in a whisper, "I wanted to," and now she
was laughing very loudly.

It was at this point that Mr. Jameson of the Clarence
Darrow Post Office rang the door bell of the large
stucco colored frame house. When Marsha Bronson
opened the door, he helped her carry the package in.
He had his yellow and his green slips of paper signed
and left with a fifteen-cent tip that Marsha had
gotten out of her mothers small beige pocket book in
the den. "What do you think it is?" Sheila asked.
Marsha stood with her arms folded behind her back. S
he stared at the brown cardboard carton that sat in
the middle of the living room. "I don't know."

Inside the package Waldo quivered with excitement as
he listened to the muffled voices. Sheila ran her
fingernail over the masking tape that ran down the
center of the carton. "Why don't you look at the
return address and see who it is from?" Waldo felt
his heart beating. He could feel the vibrating
footsteps. It would be soon.

Marsha walked around the carton and read the
ink-scratched label. "Ugh, God, it's from Waldo!"
"That schmuck," said Sheila. Waldo trembled with
expectation. "Well, you might as well open it," said
Sheila. Both of them tried to lift the stapled flap.

"Ahh, shit," said Marsha groaning. "He must have
nailed it shut." They tugged at the flap again. "My
God, you need a power drill to get this thing opened."
They pulled again. "You can't get a grip!" They
both stood still, breathing heavily.
"Why don't you get the scissors," said Sheila. Marsha
ran into the kitchen, but all she could find was a
little sewing scissor. Then she remembered that her
father kept a collection of tools in the basement.
She ran downstairs and when she came back, she had a
large sheet-metal cutter in her hand.
"This is the best I could find." She was very out of
breath. "Here, you do it. I'm gonna die." She sank
into a large fluffy couch and exhaled noisily.
Sheila tried to make a slit between the masking tape
and the end of the cardboard, but the blade was too
big and there wasn't enough room. "Godamn this
thing!" she said feeling very exasperated. Then,
smiling, "I got an idea."
"What?" said Marsha.
"Just watch," said Sheila touching her finger to her
head.

Inside the package, Waldo was so transfixed with
excitement that he could barely breathe. His skin
felt prickly from the heat and he could feel his heart
beating in his throat. It would be soon. Sheila
stood quite upright and walked around to the other
side of the package. Then she sank down to her knees,
grasped the cutter by both handles, took a deep breath
and plunged the long blade through the middle of the
package, through the middle of the masking tape,
through the cardboard, through the cushioning and
(thud) right through the center of Waldo Jeffers head,
which split slightly and caused little rhythmic arcs
of red to pulsate gently in the morning sun

The gift - Velvet Underground

[Chelus]

"E' che oggi sono in forma oggi è un giorno speciale
di quei giorni che non vengono spesso come le eclissi di sole,
che le puoi quasi contare
(...)
E a modo mio, a modo mio
sono contento un poco anch'io
E a modo mio, a modo mio
sono contento un giorno anch'io
E a modo mio ringrazio Dio
oggi la storia la faccio io, a modo mio"

Negrita - "A modo mio"

[inamek]

Fabio Concato Buona Notte A Te

Buona notte amore
che sei cosi' lontano;
e questo canto voli sopra il mare e sopra tutte le citta'
cosi' leggero sulle strade
come una brezza e sappia dove andare
e' una carezza: lascia un po' socchiuso e arrivera'.
Buona notte amore
che dormi cosi' poco
e lo so bene, non e' per il caldo, e che non sono li' con te
e avrai una luce nella stanza
e come me nel cuore la speranza
di rivederti quando fa mattino e "non partire piu'".
Buona notte amore mio lontano
ti arriva questo canto
o forsi dormi gia'?
e piu' che sei distante e piu' che ti amo
tra le montagne e il mare:
buona notte a te.
Buona notte amore
le vedi le mie stelle?
se vuoi provare guarda verso Napoli
io sono un po' piu' in giù
e non mi riesce di contarle,
cosi' vicine che potrei toccarle
ma la piu' bella, la piu' luminosa l'ho lasciata giù.
Buona notte amore mio lontano
ti arriva questo canto
o forse dormi gia'?
e piu' che sei distante e piu' che ti amo
tra le montagne e il mare:
buona notte a te

[RisingStar]

La Notte Dei Pensieri - Michele Zarrillo
Se penso che adesso io non ti conosco... adesso
un po' ti detesto un poco mi piaci, per questo
tu chi sei mi sorprende tutto quello che fai
e poi qui tu coi tuoi problemi già mi prendi di più... oh
Come farò con te questa notte io penso che
come farò non so è per questo che dico.
È la notte dei pensieri e degli amori
per aprire queste braccia verso mondi nuovi
ho sbagliato troppe volte ed è per questo
per la vita e per amore io ti prendo adesso.
La mia vera casa è stata la strada da sempre
mischiando nel cuore amici ed amore da niente
con me sai stai rischiando tutto quello che hai
però sei qui mi fa paura ma va bene così... oh
Come farò con te questa notte io penso che
come farò non so è per questo che dico.
È la notte dei pensieri e degli amori
per aprire queste braccia verso mondi nuovi
ho sbagliato troppe volte ed è per questo
per la vita e per amore io ti prendo adesso... adesso.
È la notte dei pensieri e degli amori
questa notte io ti prendo come fossi un fiore
è la mano nella mano che conosco
per la vita e per amore io ti prendo adesso... oh...