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Pain of Salvation - Spitfall
[1: Introducing Star]
(We saw you every day)
with your hands on your crotch and so much to say
You went from bouncing toy cars with golden motors
To neon striped BMWs and a court of drugged up nodders and quoters
Namefucking fame on all photos,
All cheered on and applauded by even richer promoters
Now when you're a star, when you've reached this far
And the world really knows who you are
(really?)
You show off your six black Mercedeses and drink Cristal like they all do
And the poor outside your gates appall you,
And the only hood you see is the one on your car
Do you even have a clue as to who you are?
Bro, I don't think so
I mean Mercedes, what a stiff old dull fart's republican shit car
Sick of hearing you preach to the poor like before,
Only now you're a coward, only letting TV through your door
Getting older, take a bow and just go
The rage on the stage getting colder like your hits on the chart,
But then the talk shows can still get you hard
Doin' rhymes on your prime time fistfights
And spittin' grime in the limelight like a star gets a chip off your shoulder,
A boulder that rolls and rolls over and over and over
There's nothing like a broken childhood
There's nothing like a broken home
There's nothing like a tale from your hood
There's nothing like a record of restriction orders
Outspoken borderline disorders, a violent long way to the top
The longer that you fought yourself up, the longer the spitfall
[2: Thus Quote The Craving]
You're so fucking lost that with all of the costs
You still don't see that in reality
The one thing you fail to buy yourself is a personality
You're trapped in a mould of the rap, you sell but you're sold
I mean, can't believe that you're paying all that gold to some home decorator that hands you buckets of conformity
Seems you're losing your way together with your policy man,
Ending up with a new definition of poverty - it's a joke
Like those you make in every video to reach the kids with the dough,
With every copied "aha yo" and worn out "bro"
Guess what we need is yet another clown who can feed our breed with another look and hooker hook
Now when "bitch" is mundane you take the lead with "wassup ho" and let TV blur your mouth once more
Just what we need in every store, thus quote the craving: "forever more!"
You're so right - a shiny knight on a white steed, truly a hero
Yeah right
Fuck you - fuck you right down to the core!
You know what? You're just another "Parental Advisory" bore!
There's nothing like a broken childhood
There's nothing like a broken home
There's nothing like a tale from your hood
There's nothing like a record of restriction orders
Outspoken borderline disorders, a violent long way to the top
The longer that you fought yourself up, the longer the spitfall...
When you're rappin' your shit y'all
[3: Redefining Vomatorium]
(Yo)
I guess when you're that loaded you'd better empty the barrel
Every chance you get, is that so?
Empty your word and pose magazine, in magazine after magazine,
Let every shot go, let the shit flow
'Cause the show must go on and on and on - you're it bro!
But it's sad to know, when your star implodes, all that shit hits the fans, just like your words back when you shone
But it's getting late in the game, trapped in repeating your name, again and again,
Like you're scared we'll forget it
Can't blame you, apart from that name you're all embarrassingly the same, it's so lame - can't you get it?
And perhaps you are right in that fear - more sane than you appear in your self deploring cock obsessive koks delirium
But I say, to me you just redefine the old romans' vomatorium
There's nothing like a broken childhood
There's nothing like a broken home
There's nothing like a tale from your hood
There's nothing like a record of restriction orders
Outspoken borderline disorders, a violent long way to the top
The longer that you claim that you have fought yourself up, the longer the spitfall...
[4: Man Of The Masses]
You're a man of the masses, took all the classes
Their asses are yours
All those bores who are paying the bills for your palace uphills
And your pills that will help you proceed in your greed
You are free of the chains that you need on your fans to adore, to kneel down before you,
More precious to you than your brains and your hands
They live for you!
If you could just see this old tree, this patriarchic hierarchy, up where you want to be, you need miles of roots to lick your boots
Don't you see?
You're a man of the masses, you need all those asses, their fate to relate to the one that you were
Do you know who you are? Who are you? Not the one in your words that they buy
They concur,you conquer, though a natural flunker,
You need them to stay not fly, to obey like the dogs that they are, the cogs under the hood of your Mercedes car
They will pay for your trip to the stiff upper lip
You're a man of the masses, your trip is a journey through classes
You are high, they are low, and you need it to be so
See, without them you'd be nothing more than before, and you know that's not much
It's just or unjust such: just a sad little man... with his hand on his crotch
There's nothing like a broken childhood
There's nothing like a broken home
There's nothing like a tale from your hood
There's nothing like a record of restriction orders
Outspoken borderline disorders, a violent long way to the top
The longer that you fought yourself up, the longer the spitfall...
The longer the spit falls...
When you're rappin' your shit y'all
[5: YO]
You're just another "Parental Advisory" sticker surfing beach boy
Yo!
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...dio mi ha parlato; io ho messo in musica quello che ho sentito. |
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Se ti addormenti col culo che prude
ti svegli col dito che puzza |
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...ma andate a cagare la schiuma.
Tutti. |
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...raccoglierà tempesta. |
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Seguendo l'esempio di ste.cancro, dedico questa canzone ad una persona per me molto importante: la persona che doveva pagarmi e non lo ha fatto.
Cannibal Corpse - Fucked With A Knife
No escape from your fate
Destined to be mine
Every night I want to see
In the night, watching
Stalking your every move
I know when you're alone
All alone
Tied tight to the bed
Legs spread open
Bruised flesh, lacerations
Skin stained with blood
I'm the only one you love
I feel her heart beating
my knife deep inside
Her crotch is bleeding
She liked the way it felt inside her
Fucking her, harder, harder
She liked the way it felt inside her
Fucking her, harder, harder
Stick it in
Rip the skin
Carve and twist
Torn flesh
From behind
I cut her crotch
In her ass I stuck my cock
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"I believe that sex is one of the most beautiful, natural, wholesome things
that money can buy."
--Tom Clancy
"You know "that look" women get when they want sex? Me neither."
--Steve Martin
"Having sex is like playing bridge. If you don't have a good partner, you'd
better have a good hand."
--Woody Allen
"Bisexuality immediately doubles your chances for a date on Saturday night."
--Rodney Dangerfield
"There are a number of mechanical devices which increase sexual arousal,
particularly in women. Chief among these is the Mercedes-Benz 380SL."
--Lynn Lavner
"Leaving sex to the feminists is like letting your dog vacation at the
taxidermist."
--Matt Barry
"Sex at age 90 is like trying to shoot pool with a rope."
--Camille Paglia
"Sex is one of the nine reasons for reincarnation. The other e eight are
unimportant."
--George Burns
"Women might be able to fake orgasms. But men can fake whole
relationships."
--Sharon Stone
"My girlfriend always laughs during sex---no matter what she's reading."
--Steve Jobs (Founder, Apple Computers)
"My mother never saw the irony in calling me a son-of-a-bitch."
--Jack Nicholson
"Clinton lied. A man might forget where he parks or where he lives, but he
never forgets oral sex, no matter how bad it is."
--Barbara Bush (Former US First Lady -- and you didn't think Barbara had a
sense of humor)
"Ah, yes, divorce, from the Latin word meaning to rip out a man's genitals
through his wallet."
--Robin Williams
"Women complain about premenstrual syndrome, but I think of it as the only
time of the month that I can be myself."
--Roseanne
"Women need a reason to have sex. Men just need a place."
--Billy Crystal
"According to a new survey, women say they feel more comfortable undressing
in front of men than they do undressing in front of other women. They say
that women are too judgmental, where, of course, men are just grateful."
--Robert De Niro
"There's a new medical crisis. Doctors are reporting that many men are
having allergic reactions to latex condoms. They say they cause severe
swelling. So what's the problem?"
--Dustin Hoffman
"There's very little advice in men's magazines, because men think, I know
what I'm doing. Just show me somebody naked."
--Jerry Seinfeld
"Instead of getting m married again, I'm going to find a woman I don't like
and just give her a house."
--Rod Stewart
"See, the problem is that God gives men a brain and a penis, and only enough
blood to run one at a time."
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Red House Painters - 24
So it's not
Loaded stadiums
Or ballparks
And we're not
Kids on swingsets
On the blacktop
And I thought
At fifteen that I'd
Have it down by sixteen
And twenty-four keeps breathing at my face
Like a manhole
And twenty-four keeps pounding at my door
Like a friend you don't want to see
Oldness comes with a smile
To every love given child
Oldness comes to life
The youth, they dream suicide
Oldness comes with a smile
To every love given child
Oldness comes to life
The youth, they dream suicide |
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Martedi vado in segreteria in Celoria a consegnare il cedolino della rata (di maggio...  ), e già all'altezza del Besta le cose non sembrano girare per il verso giusto.
Attraversa la strada una zingara e inizia con la sua cazzo di tiritera: "Ciao beelo buona fortunaaa dio ti benedica..."; io, che voglio tanto bene alla mia nonna,
nonostante non sia particolarmente superstizioso mi tocco il coglione, perchè lei mi ha sempre detto che i singul portano rogna.
'Sta zingaraccia, prima mima il mio gesto con un sorriso tra lo scherno e il complice, poi aspetta che le dia la schiena (tipico loro), e sputando per terra inizia ad inveirmi contro.
Alchè io mi fermo un attimo e penso: "sono ancora ad una distanza tale per cui se mi giro di scatto e le corro incontro, riesco a piantarle un palmo sul naso prima che 'sta luridona
possa fare qualsiasi cosa".
Poi però il cervello mi si sposta su un altro pensiero: "Ad ogni azione corrisponde una reazione di intensità uguale e contraria... e la reazione di uno zingaro è una faccenda alquanto cazzuta".
Quindi mi giro e le mando un bacio. La zozzona ricambia.
Spero che muoia presto, lei e tutti i suoi figli.
Possibilmente in ordine inverso.
E va beh.
Giungo alla segreteria, e mi blinda subito il comunistoide di "Lotta Comunista"; nel dialogo sotto riportato, le sigle CBM e PiL stanno rispettivamente ad indicare
il Comunistello Bastardo Maledetto, e Paolo il Luminoso.
CBM - Ciao, posso lasciarti questo foglio? (intanto scrive qualcosa su un coso che sembra un bollettino postale)
PiL - No, grazie, non mi interessa...
CBM - Come no? Se vieni alle nostre riunioni parliamo di marxismo, leninismo...
PiL - Non mi interessa, davvero...
CBM - E perchè?
PiL - Perchè non sono un comunista.
CBM - E cosa vuol dire?
PiL - Vuol dire che le vostre robe le so già e non mi interessano.
CMB - Ma cosa sai? (in tono arrogante e saccente)
PiL - Scusa? (Mi giro, abbastanza infastidito) Non è che io debba venire da voi per imparare cosa sono il marxismo e il leninismo...
CBM - Invece sì, mica siamo in televisione, noi!
...E anche qui mi è venuto l'istinto del palmo su per il naso, ma anche questa volta mi sono frenato. E non perchè avessi paura della sua reazione.
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Rumore di gesù tra i cortili
leggero, sfida il gallo
Ma il gallo vince
perchè lui è dio |
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...non possono continuare ad incularsi i loro cammelli, anzichè cagare il cazzo ad ogni stornir di fronda?
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Ubuntu Christian Edition 1.0
Ditemi che non è vero... http://www.whatwouldjesusdownload.com/main/
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...piuttosto che stare di là da solo mi strappo i coglioni a morsi e li lancio al gatto...
Trad: Non sopporto la solitudine. |
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...il maledetto nazareno sacco di lombrichi.
il discorso della radio è saltato... perchè? Perchè quel moabita maledetto del batterista non aveva capito che si doveva andare fino a Lecco...
Quindi tanti saluti e siamo spostati a settembre.
Cristocrostacrestacrastocancro |
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...Sempre dal test sulla personalità Jungiano:
favored careers:
dictator, computer consultant, international spy, tv producer, philosopher, comedian, music performer, it consultant, figher pilot, politician, diplomat, entertainer, game designer, bar owner, freelance writer, creative director, strategist, news anchor, professional skateboarder, airline pilot, comic book artist, college professor, private detective, mechanical engineer, lecturer, ambassador, astronomer, research scientist, judge, web developer, scholar, fbi agent, cia agent, electrical engineer, assassin
disfavored careers:
personal assistant, wedding planner, travel agent, secretary, interior decorator, clerical employee, government employee, social worker, pre school teacher, copy editor, child care worker, hospitality worker, occupational therapist, home maker
 Ci ha preso di brutto!!!! |
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...ma mi possono snocciolare le piattole dal cazzo, che gli regalo i miei soldi!
Trad: Non regalerò mai loro i miei soldi!
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(21:16:20) Philosopher: vabbe' che tanto non ch'avevi neanche la webcam
(21:16:30) Philosopher: o no?
(21:18:52) Laz3R - Like Gods Of The Sun: ma va
(21:18:56) Laz3R - Like Gods Of The Sun: cazzo me ne faccio?
(21:19:11) Philosopher: che ne so', ti fai vedere da quelli lontani
(21:19:14) Philosopher: un po' come la tv
(21:19:18) Philosopher: ma al contrario
(21:19:20) Laz3R - Like Gods Of The Sun: LOL
(21:19:24) Philosopher: e' difficile spiegare
(21:19:29) Philosopher: tipo che vedi una foto
(21:19:29) Laz3R - Like Gods Of The Sun: AHUAHUAHUA
(21:19:35) Philosopher: pero' la foto si muove
(21:19:43) Philosopher: e magari parla pure
(21:19:59) Philosopher: non so' se mi sono capito |
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Magnifiquat - Dalla Bocca Dell'Inverno
Sono ancora caldi i miei occhi
Ancora umide le mie guance
Qui davanti a te
Mentre il manto della quiete
Avvolge le mie spalle
Fragili
...Ma già io posso udire l'eco lontano
Il clamore di una guerra all'orizzonte
Come un coro di tempesta che s'avvicina
La neve cade rossa
Come petali di rosa
Dalla bocca dell'inverno
Sulle lame delle nostre spade
Ungendo questo acciaio
Gelido
Questo è il giardino
Dove il principe muore
Nessun sentiero
Nessun destriero
Soltanto un nome
Eterno
Capolavoro definitivo tutto italiano... |
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http://www.metacafe.com/watch/43236/bruce_lee_fight_with_chuck_norris/ |
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...voi e quel verme fallito attaccato ad una croce che idolatrate tanto...
Behemoth - Christians To The Lions
Behold bastard son
I am the evil one
No glory to be reached
No more thy slavery
The passion I besieged
Spawn terror
Smash thy will
Ye pale dominion fades away my
Will dominates
And watch my star arise
Burning up the earth
Sun - the eye of gods
Threw into the space
Watch ye moon eclipse
Falling from thy grace
Watch all nations cry
All feared ov his name
Praise the flame!
Watch angels falling from the skies
Praise the flame!
I killed thy god
My will is done!
Thou art lord
Rise me! Rise me high!
Lead me thru the gates ov sun
Rise me! Rise me high!
Where angels do not dare to fly
Invite to feast ov gods
And let me drift away
Leave flames ov infamy
And watch me kiss the stars |
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<<...Alla fine è bello essere alcoolizzati... non capisco perchè la gente ne faccia un problema.>> |
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Bon Jovi - Always
This Romeo is bleeding
But you can't see his blood
It's nothing but some feelings
That this old dog kicked up
It's been raining since you left me
Now I'm drowning in the flood
You see I've always been a fighter
But without you I give up
I can't sing a love song
Like the way it's meant to be
Well, I guess I'm not that good anymore
But baby, that's just me
And I will love you, baby - Always
And I'll be there forever and a day - Always
I'll be there till the stars don't shine
Till the heavens burst and
The words don't rhyme
And I know when I die, you'll be on my mind
And I'll love you - Always
Now your pictures that you left behind
Are just memories of a different life
Some that made us laugh, some that made us cry
One that made you have to say goodbye
What I'd give to run my fingers through your hair
To touch your lips, to hold you near
When you say your prayers try to understand
I've made mistakes, I'm just a man
Off-Topic:
When he holds you close, when he pulls you near
When he says the words you've been needing to hear
I'll wish I was him 'cause those words are mine
To say to you till the end of time
Yeah, I will love you baby - Always
And I'll be there forever and a day - Always
If you told me to cry for you
I could
If you told me to die for you
I would
Take a look at my face
There's no price I won't pay
To say these words to you
Well, there ain't no luck
In these loaded dice
But baby if you give me just one more try
We can pack up our old dreams
And our old lives
We'll find a place where the sun still shines
And I will love you, baby - Always
And I'll be there forever and a day - Always
I'll be there till the stars don't shine
Till the heavens burst and
The words don't rhyme
And I know when I die, you'll be on my mind
And I'll love you - Always
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<<Ridi, e il mondo riderà con te.
Piangi, e piangerai da solo.>> |
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Nevermore - Believe in Nothing
Into a strange new world, into the after
all your tears might find you've fallen too far
take another look, take another ride
can't we make them leave the hate behind
And I still believe in nothing
Will we ever see the shape of tomorrow?
Into the empty storm, into the formless loss of hope
Where we can forget the game
And I still believe in nothing
Will we ever see the cure for our sorrow
Nothing is sacred when no one is saved
Nothing's forever so count your days
Nothing is final and no one is real
Pray for tomorrow and find your empty still |
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Shadow Gallery - Christmas Day
Outside the twilight rides high
And whispers of love sound deep in the night
Hope and promise of peace in our land
Is this Christmas time?
Dark winter watches our fire
And brings us promise of a new day
Distant eyes have gone a long way
Too far to see the snow that falls
The winds of change have come and gone
The cold has come I've been left out
I need your warmth you're all I have
If you're chasing a dream to nowhere
It's enchantment that leads the way
Just believe in yourself and go there
The gift of hope on Christmas day
If every eye holds a blank stare
After winter's gone away
Just believe in yourself and go there
You and I on Christmas day
There's a time when your doubts won't matter
There's a time all your fears can wait
All the times in the year for laughter
Oh, Christmas day... |
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Dio è nei dettagli... quanto adoro essere superficiale!
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Pain Of Salvation - Morning On Earth
For as long as I can remember I have wanted to
Silence every beating heart; every sound of breathing
Now there is something inside of me that aches as I hear you
Breathing here when you sleep between these morning sheets
I am the tears in your mouth
I am the weight on your shoulder
I am the scream that wants out
And my heart just couldn't grow colder
Now this rusty heart is my gift
This fallen love is my gift
Morning arrives on an Earth I've never seen before
Revealing a life that I never really understood
Strange, the way beauty can hurt the unopened eye
Much more than all of the filth and pain
That we're soaked in ever could
I am the tears in your mouth
I am the weight on your shoulder
I am the scream that wants out
And my heart just couldn't grow colder
Hear this voice, see this man standing before you
I'm just a child trapped inside the body of a man
"A relation, so oddly old - bred not to love
Suffers the beaten grounds of Idioglossia
We talk but we do not speak
Together only in our incapability to leave this fallen playground
We rule this Empire merely with these few crippled toys
Rust in our faces
This is what we can share - this is all we can lose
Still
Furiously we will linger to it with our lives
Cling to its rust and pains
Barefoot and torn
Bred not but born to love"
Hear this voice, see this man standing before you
I'm just a child trapped inside this fallen man
See this child |
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Type O Negative - (We were) Electrocute
We were electrocute
In our has-been 1980's suits
So electrocute
Everyone we knew said it was true
That's when even strangers knew our names
Ten year's later sighed "what a shame"
We were electrocute
To make the point again is moot
Ssssssso electrocute
How on you I've wasted my youth
Your cold eyes of Coney Island sand
Hair dyed the blood of a foolish man
So proud to be by your side
We were a team no one denied
Even though I still miss your lips
You're about as real as your tits |
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Ieri ero in metropolitana, nel tunnel pedonale che collega la linea gialla alla rossa, direzione Sesto.
Davanti a me un tamarro di quelli D.O.C, con scarpe tipo queste
testina piccola piccola coi capelli a punte, e fisico da muratore...
Questo parlava e gesticolava con un altro suo amico, un pò sfigato, fino a che non passano di fronte ad un poveraccio che stava suonando la fisarmonica.
Ora: io non sono particolarmente solidale con quelli che chiedono la carità in metro, ma capite bene che ci sono rimasto di merda comunque quando ho visto il tamocco in questione scatarrare addosso al tizio della fisarmonica...
Io guardo incredulo il musico.
Il musico guarda incredulo la ciccazza, che ha deciso di posarsi sul bavero della giacca.
Il tamocco ride e va via col suo amico.
Lo ribecco in banchina, che a gran voce si fa figo con l'amico di altre scatarro-avventure tipo questa.
Ma evidentemente il bello doveva ancora venire.
Visto che hanno deciso di rincoglionirci con la tele anche in metrò, avrete notato i mega-schermi siti nelle fermate principali.
Fatto sta che su uno di 'sti mega-schermi appare Berlusconi.
Quando il tamocco, che fino a quel momento dava le spalle al mega-schermo sente la voce del "nostro premiere", si gira di scatto e fa un saluto romano verso il faccione del Berlusca, seguito da una simulazione vocale di uno scroscio di applausi...
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<<Un jolly è un giullare, un piccolo essere diverso da tutti gli altri. Non è di fiori nè di quadri; non è di cuori nè di picche. Non è un otto nè un nove, non è un re e neppure un fante. Fa parte del mazzo come tutte le altre carte, ma in realtà è un corpo estraneo. Ecco perchè lo si può addirittura togliere senza che nessuno ne senta la mancanza.>>
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E' da giorni che non riesco a togliermela dalla testa... davvero bellissima.
Nickelback - Photograph
Look at this photograph
Every time I do it makes me laugh
How did our eyes get so red?
And what the hell is on Joey’s head?
This is where I grew up
I think the present owner fixed it up
I never knew we ever went without
The second floor is hard for sneakin’ out
This is where I went to school
Most of the time had better things to do
Criminal record says I broke in twice
I must’ve done it half a dozen times
I wonder if it’s too late
Should I go back and try to graduate
Life’s better now than it was back then
If I was them, I wouldn’t let me in
Every memory of looking out the back door
I had the photo album spread out on my bedroom floor
It’s hard to say
It’s time to say it
Goodbye, Goodbye
Every memory of walking out the front door
I found the photo of the friend that I was looking for
It's hard to say
It’s time to say it
Goodbye, Goodbye
Remember the old arcade
Blew every dollar that we ever made
The cops hated us hangin’ out
They say somebody went and burned it down
We used to listen to the radio
And sing along with every song we’d know
We said someday we’d find out how it feels
To sing to more than just the steering wheel
Kim’s the first girl I kissed
I was so nervous that I nearly missed
She’s had a couple of kids since then
I haven’t seen her since God knows when
I miss that town
I miss their faces
You can’t erase
You can’t replace it
I miss it now
I can’t believe it
So hard to stay
Too hard to leave it
If I could relive those days
I know the one thing that would never change
Look at this photograph
Every time I do it makes me laugh
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...di Malmsteen: 
Tratto da una vecchia intervista di Metal Hammer ad Yngwie Malmsteen, sottoposto
ad una sessione di "blind listening":
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-Brano: "Satch Boogie" di Joe Satriani
Malmsteen: Non ho mai sentito questo pezzo ma il suono è molto
riconoscibile.....è Joe Satriani. Non è male. Ovviamente questo modo di suonare
è senza ispirazione, è molto standard. Non c'è nulla di originale utilizza le
scale pentatoniche standard. Non ci vuole nulla per un chitarrista a suonare in
questo modo....ma è ben eseguito, suonato correttamente. E' un modo di suonare
che evito perchè suonano tutti cosi', è molto comune.
-John Norum: "Distant Voices"
M: (Immediatamente) E' John Norum vero? Siamo cresciuti insieme, è un mio ottimo
amico. Cosi' come Satriani suona molto bene in pentatonica. Ma come ho gia'
detto, è sempre pentatonica, nulla di originale. Certo sempre meglio suonare
cosi' che cercare di far qualcosa di diverso e sbagliare, ma da qui ad
accontentarsi di cosi' poco....mah....
-Steve Vai "For the Love of God"
M: (Ascolta tutto il pezzo) Fuck! Mi metti in una brutta situazione....Non avevo
mai sentito questo pezzo prima d'ora ma so di chi si tratta. E' un ottimo amico,
e non mi piace dire male dei miei amici. Ma purtroppo, il minimo che un
chitarrista possa fare è non stonare. Quando fai un bend o ti servi del vibrato,
lo devi fare in tono. E questo pezzo è pieno di note false. E' veramente,
veramente fuori tonalita'. Non posso dire che è buono, mi spiace. Steve è un
ottimo amico, lo adoro, non ho voglia di dir male di lui, ma i suoi bends
suonano falsi, e questo non mi piace. Non posso ascoltare un assolo dove tutti i
colpi di vibrato non arrivano sulla nota giusta. Mi spiace Steve!!
-John Petrucci, Dream Theater "Pull Me Under"
M: Penso di sapere di chi si tratta.....Non ne sono sicurissimo.....come
Satriani usa l'humbucking, che non mi piace, rende la musica troppo fredda. E'
troppo distorto e l'uso del Floyd Rose è esagerato. Non dico che vada male, ma
non corrisponde ai miei gusti. Non credo di sbagliarmi se dico che sono i Dream
Theater. E' suonato bene, ma ho un problema con questa band. E' importante per
un gruppo avere un buon chitarrista, ma se quest'ultimo è molto tecnico, la band
deve rimanere solida alle sue spalle. Gli altri musicisti devono assicurare la
continuita' della canzone, mentre il chitarrista si esprime. Ma se tutti fanno
gli esibizionisti senza fermarsi, va tutto al diavolo. Sono in concorrenza in
questo gruppo. Non vanno tutti nella stessa direzione, ognuno cerca di attirare
l'attenzione su se stesso e il risultato? Un casino totale! Questo sono per me:
puro casino! Non tutti possono essere lo showman in un gruppo. Il batterista
deve tenere il tempo e non fare scena. Non si puo' costruire un pezzo su un
assolo di batteria. Bisogna che le basi ritmiche siano molto solide. Non mi
impressionano affatto!
-Tom Morello (Rage Against the Machine) "Killing in the Name":
M: Posso riascoltare? (Dopo un secondo ascolto) E' Gary Moore?
H R: No...
M: Di nuovo Steve Vai??
H R: No è Tom Morello dei Rage Against the Machine..
M: Non lo conosco. Mi sembra uno che ama gli effetti. Per questo assolo ha usato
un pedale whammy D.O.D. E' un pedale che da l'impressione di suonare su un'altra
ottava. Non sono un grande fan degli effetti, preferisco avere un suono "vero".
-Kurt Cobain, Nirvana "Milk It":
M: Dio Mio.....spegni subito! (Silenzio, si prende la testa fra le mani). Penso
che sia la cosa peggiore che abbia mai sentito in tutta la mia vita. E'
catastrofico.
H R: Ma puoi capire che alcuni artisti hanno bisogno di reagire, di ribellarsi
ad una cultura prestabilita?
M: No, non posso capire come si possa incidere MERDA simile. Chi è?
H R: Kurt Cobain dei Nirvana....
M: Ah si? Pensavo suonasse meglio di cosi'. Lascia che ti chieda una cosa: Se
uno dei tuoi colleghi, volontariamente o no, riempisse un suo articolo di errori
di ortografia, cosa ne penseresti? Non credi che il suo articolo perderebbe in
coerenza? Io ne sono sicuro. Leggere un pasticcio simile non servirebbe ad
informare i lettori nel modo piu' funzionale. E lo stesso vale per la musica. Un
articolo pieno di errori di ortografia non piace a nessuno per una ragione molto
semplice: Non è buono. Fa cacare. Non c'è scusa che tenga. Se lo fai per
ribellarti, non scusa niente. Se hai una chitarra per fare questo rumore di
merda, resta nel tuo garage del cazzo. Chiaro? Prima impari a suonare e soltanto
dopo incidi un disco. Suonare in questo modo è totalmente inaccettabile,
significa fregarsene di chi ti compra il disco. E' come in cucina, immagina se
tu ordinassi un "filet-mignon" e ti portassero dello squallido "corn beef"! Per
fare un assolo simile ,bisogna essere davvero pessimi. Lascia che ti dica
unacosa......A me non piace Picasso e neppure nessun impressionista. A me
piacciono Da Vinci, Rembrandt, Michelangelo......dell'arte "pura". Non amo quei
coglioni dei Talking Heads, non amo....quelli che fanno cose diverse fini a se
stesse. E' solo una scusa per non ammettere di non essere abbastanza bravi! (Si
alza dalla sedia innervosito): Mi spiace ma io sono un purista. Trovo disgustoso
che della gente paghi dei soldi per ritrovarsi con una merda simile di disco.
-Kerry King e Jeff Hanneman (Slayer) "Seasons in the Abyss":
M: (Spalanca gli occhi e scuote la testa prendendosi il viso fra le mani) Sto
per ripetere quello che ho gia' detto: Questa roba è peggio dei Nirvana! E sai
perchè? Perche' questa gente cerca di suonare bene ma esegue tutto in modo
disastroso.....eseguono in modo disastroso....
H R: Per te non puo' essere un modo di suonare questo?
M: E' orribile! E' falso, si incastrano nelle loro scale e suonano delle note
che non dovrebbero essere suonate e viceversa.....l'uso del vibrato è totalmente
senza senso....chi sono?
H.R.: Gli Slayer.....
M: EHHH? Stai scherzando? Fanno cosi' cacare? Pfff mi stai demoralizzando!
Sentire della merda simile mi nausea. Sono veramente "FUCKING BAD". Mi
torturi....speriamo che il prossimo pezzo sia un po' meglio...
- Vito Bratta (White Lion) "When the Children Cry":
M: Pfffff sai perchè di solito non accetto blind listening sessions? Perchè poi
la gente crede che io pensi di essere il migliore e che pensi di fare tutto
meglio degli altri. Non è vero, non credo di essere il migliore, ma perchè tutti
questi chitarristi suonano in modo cosi' stonato? Perchè fare dei bend se poi
non li sai eseguire correttamente? Quando fai un bend è per arrivare a una nota,
non per dire "ho fatto un bend"! Chi è? Rudolph Schenker?
H.R.: Vito Bratta dei White Lion....
Ah ok.....se era Schenker non avrei detto troppo male perchè ha scritto delle
belle canzoni, anche se non sa fare assoli, ma questo Vito Bratta......vabbeh
non voglio essere troppo negativo, ma quello che ho sentito proprio non
va....cmq non fa schifo come gli Slayer (ride)....immagino che i tuoi lettori mi
prenderanno per uno stronzo perchè non smetto di dire male.....gia' me li
immagino "Guardate Malmsteen dice di nuovo male di tutti in un articolo!", Ma
fammi ascoltare qualcosa di buono! Metti su Bach, o Vivaldi! Non questi assoli
di merda!
Michael Romeo (Symphony X) "Smoke and Mirrors":
M: Il tastierista si chiama Yngwie Malmsteen? (Ride)
H.R.: Sono i Symphony X, il chitarrista è Michael Romeo...
M: Veramente niente male....ma mi sa che li paragonano spesso a me (ride di
nuovo), non è suonato malissimo, il chitarrista e il tastierista conoscono le
loro scale, ma come dire...mi sa che si ispirano a qualcuno di conosciuto se
capisci cosa voglio dire....ma preferisco chi mi clona correttamente rispetto a
chi mi clona male. Se ammettono di ispirarsi a me la cosa non mi crea problemi,
ma se dicono di non conoscermi ti assicuro che sono dei mentitori spudorati!
(ride ancora), non c'è neanche bisogno di essere un musicista per sentire la
somiglianza!
-Zakk Wylde (Ozzy Osbourne) "Miracle Man" :
M: Non so chi sia......
H R: Zakk Wylde, su un pezzo di Ozzy Osbourne....
M: Mah.....Non è suonato male, ma è roba facile....chiunque la potrebbe
suonare,non mi dice nulla.
-Slash (Guns N Roses) "Sweet Child O Mine":
M: Per favore spegni tutto subito....un giorno verro' da te e ti torturero' per
due ore vedrai.....una volta di piu', lo ripeto, non amo dire male della gente.
Ma (SI METTE AD URLARE) CAZZO PERCHE' QUESTI STRONZI CHITARRISTI VANNO FUORI
TONALITA'? Quando fai un bend.....passami la mia chitarra per favore.....(fa una
serie di bends), quando fai un bend passi da una nota all'altra, non da una nota
a non si sa bene cosa da qualche parte fra due toni!!!! Ho l'impressione che ben
pochi chitarristi "professionisti" sappiano fare un bend. Cazzo E' LA BASE! E
poi la musica è un arte, ed essere un artista è un dono. Chi non ha questo dono
eviti di riempire il mondo con la sua merda! Il dono, in musica, è avere un buon
orecchio...Se non ti rendi conto quando sbagli nota, smetti di suonare non è
roba per te! E' una maledizione ascoltare roba cosi' per chi ha orecchio, ecco
perchè ascolto pochissima musica e quasi solo musica classica! "
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... c'ha sempre ragione! 
Steve Vai - Fuck yourself
Fuck yourself with a rubber hose
Stick it in your mouth and down your throat
Up your nose and in your heinie hole
I don't care where it goes
And it don't matter if you're straight or gay
You should fuck yourself anyway
Now, you don't have to listen to a word I say
But I know you, you'll be humpin' away
Fuck yourself with your neighbor's nose
If you can't use that, use a 10-foot pole
Stick it up your ass and go for a stroll
Everyone will know you've been to this show
If you can't take, eat my stool
Masturbate with some crazy glue
I don't care what you do
Fock yourself with a garden tool
Fuck yourself with politics
Ahh they're full of fuckin' fuckin' shit
I mean you know we've been lied to ever since we were born
It's amazing that we've been getting fucked that long
Fuck yourself with the world wide web
Man you could ride that sucker right from your bed
You may even meet a Tom, Dick, Jane or Billy
Then grab onto your modem and fuck yourself silly
Fuck yourself with your heart and soul
Give it everything you got, hey I'm talkin' to you
If you can't even fuck yourself,
How ya gonna fuck somebody else?
Fuck yourself with my microphone
I'll give it to you later when we're all alone
We can turn it up loud
And see if you come, but
Don't get your jizz on my microphone
Fuck yourself with organized religion
Now that is some seriously sinnin' business
If the Lord sees their pathetic crimes
He'll be fuckin' them 'til the end of time
And can someone explain to me this racist crap
I know it isn't white, but it isn't black
And to all you people who only see things your way
Well, you can suck my dick and take all day
Fuck your nose with a pound of blow
Watch your money get up and go
but when you burnt your brain and you say
I don't know!
I hate to tell you but I told you so
Fuck yourself with this grunge rock noise
I mean, stuff those albums in your groin
They come down on me because I know how to play -
Hey... fuck you!
Fuck yourself with a copy of Rolling Stone
Or are they too holy for your holiest of holes
Now those people think they're holier than Moses
But aren't they just a bunch of fuckin' posers
Fuck yourself with your mother's jewelry
I won't tell, I ain't a stooly
If you pounce hard enough you'll cough up a ruby
Your blood will be rich and so will your doodie
Fuck yourself with the latest fashion
With your spikes and your hair and those cute little buttons
And if you happen to have some leather and lace
Fuck yourself 'til you're blue in the face
Fuck yourself with your income tax
They're fucking you and that's a fact
Before you know it your money's all spent
And you've just been fucked by the government
Fuck yourself with your lawyer friend
You're the only one that's getting fucked in the end
I have been so fucked by legal bills
that my asshole is the size of Beverly Hills
Fuck yourself with your full-length sweater
With your minks and your diamonds and your Irish Setter
With your cash and your trash and your sinks and your drinks
Just fuck yourself 'til you can't even think
Those of you who enjoy this song
thank you thank you, I love you
Let's get it on
But for those of you who are totally outraged
Fuck yourself with your face
Oddio... questa canzone è GE-NIA-LE!
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Tiamat - Whatever That Hurts
Decoctions of Jimsonweed
Slimy trailing plants distil
Claustrophobia and blood mixed seed
Cursed downstairs against my will
Cobweb sticks to molten years
Cockroaches served with cream
I wipe the silver bullet tears
And with every tear a dream
With every tear a dream...
Honey tea, psilocybe larvae
Honeymoon, silver spoon
Psilocybe tea
Energy trickles with the tide
Masterminds and the suicide squad
Drink acid water by my side
Stake the saviour of their daily fraud
Overfilled toothpaste tubes
Sleepless and timeless faces
Drippety drop on sugarcubes
The one eyed's eye twinkles and gazes
Twinkles and gazes...
Honey tea, psilocybe larvae
Honeymoon, silver spoon
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Manowar - The Power Of Thy Sword
Lord of battle I pray on bended knee conquest by the rising sun
I’ll wait for thy command with flame and blood at hand
Glory and a broken sword.
I’m the master of the world I have no fear of man or beast
Born inside the soul of the world
Riding hard breaking bone with steel and stone
Eternal might I was born to wield.
Let us drink to the battles we’ve lived and we’ve fought
Celebrate the pain and havoc we have wrought
Great heroes charge into the fight
From the north to the south in the black of night
The clash of honor calls to stand when others fall
Gods of war feel the power of my sword
Drink to the battles we’ve lived and we’ve fought
Celebrate the pain and havoc we have wrought
Great heroes charge into the fight
From the north to the south in the black of night
Fierce is my blade fierce is my hate born to die in battle
I laugh at my fate
Now pay in blood when your blood has been spilled
You’re never forgiven death is fulfilled !
The clash of honor calls to stand when others fall
Gods of war feel the power of my sword
The clash of honor calls
I will stand when others fall
Open magic doors
The will know the power of my sword
There is blood in my hands there is blood in my eyes
With blood in my voice I scream as you die
Thirsting for vengeance and mounds of the slain
Shaking the forest onto the plain
Fierce is my blade fierce is my hate born to die in battle
I laugh at my fate
Now pay in blood when your blood has been spilled
You’re never forgiven death is fulfilled !
The clash of honor calls to stand when others fall
Gods of war feel the power of my sword
Manowar - Ride The Dragon
Demon's blood and dragon fire, falling on my wings
Racing to the battle in the sky
Ancient gods are calling me I hear them when they sing
Of all the heores who wait for me to die
Beneath the cloak of magic, I'll meet them in the air
I am invisible, I move without a sound
They look but cannot find me, they think that I'm not there
With a spell I send them crashing to the ground
Wait for me dragon, we'll meet in the sky by fire and magic I am sworn
Hell is calling! We cannot be denied fly to the blackness of the storm
We must die to be reborn
I wear a sacred talisman, I make a secret sign
Now welcome me into this wicked wind
On the journey of a shaman a dragon I must ride
The gates of hell are open! Let me in!
Rule in hell or serve in heaven choose an altar or throne
All Commandments and the laws of man disown
Now eat the fruit of knowledge unto no one ye atone
Into the fire with your soul!
Wait for me dragon, we'll meet in the sky by fire and magic I am sworn
Hell is calling! We cannot be denied fly to the blackness of the storm
We must die to be reborn
Demon's blood and dragon fire, falling on my wings
Racing to the battle in the sky
Ancient gods are calling me I hear them when they sing
Of all the heores who wait for me to die
Beneath the cloak of magic, I'll meet them in the air
I am invisible, I move without a sound
They look but cannot find me, they think that I'm not there
With a spell I send them crashing to the ground
Wait for me dragon, we'll meet in the sky by fire and magic I am sworn
Hell is calling! We cannot be denied fly to the blackness of the storm
We must die to be reborn
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Dream Theater - Speak To Me
I remember when we were so young
You embraced my fears and made me strong
Never did you actually hold my hand
Your silence no one else would understand
Did you fall?
Did you crawl?
Will you open up at all?
Did you hear
things you fear?
Did I make it clear?
Tell me what you're thinking
Tell me what you're thinking
Tell me what you're feeling inside
Tell me what you're thinking
Tell me what you're thinking
Tell me what you're feeling inside
Do you like the clothes she wears today
Colliding love affair against a shade
Often times I wish she'd speak to me
Her holy open book, a world revealed to see
Did you fall?
Did you crawl?
Will you open up at all?
Did you hear
things you fear?
Did I make it clear?
Tell me what you're thinking
Tell me what you're thinking
Tell me what you're feeling inside
Tell me what you're thinking
Tell me what you're thinking
Tell me all you're feeling inside
So easy, easier
If you spoke to me
So easy, easier
Speak to me
Tell me what you're thinking
Tell me what you're thinking
Tell me what you're feeling inside
Tell me what you're thinking
Tell me what you're thinking
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Timoria - Senza Vento
E son qui, non c'é niente
strade, bar:
comunque mi difendo
non mi arrendo
La mia età è un fuoco freddo
nato qui, vivo
e non credo in niente
credo in niente
Mi dici che voi trent' anni fa
fermaste un po' il mondo
mi dicono che vent' anni fa
era tutto diverso
Ma sono pronto / E libertà
Per volare senza vento
Come me anche tu
resti qui e vedi
le giornate già vissute
Dentro me, il risveglio
ciao a voi perché
domani parto
sweet reaction
Qualcosa di mio lo lascerò
in questo mio tempo
Saltando nel vuoto aspetterò
il nostro momento
Sono pronto / E libertà
Per volare senza vento
Sono pronto / E libertà
Per volare senza vento |
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Europe - Hero
It's not like I wouldn't dream
If you had not shown the way
It's not like I wouldn't fight
Not knowing 'bout your life
It's not like I wouldn't stand
Right here with my friends
You threw us all alive
When our days slipped away
You gave us of your time
'Cause you are my hero
My fridaynight
You wrote the soundtrack to my life
And gave me something
To hold on to
When i was growing up
You were the rock
In my life
It's not like I live my days
By every word you spoke
Like I'm up every night
Drinking with your ghost
It's not like I can't look back
Without movin' on
You threw us all alive
When our days slipped away
You gave us of your time
You are my hero
My fridaynight
You wrote the soundtrack to my life
And gave us kiss
A chance to dream
Days when I had enough
You were the rock
In my life
You still throw me that like
As my days slipp away
You give me of your time
You're still my hero
My fridaynight
You wrote the soundtrack to my life
You give me something
To hold on to
As I'm still growing up
You are the rock
In my life |
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2.0*minorradius*minorradius*raydir[1]*raydir[1] - 2.0*minorradius*minorradius*raydir[2]*raydir[2] +
6.0*raydir[0]*raydir[0]*raypos[0]*raypos[0] + 2.0*raypos[0]*raypos[0]*raydir[1]*raydir[1] +
8.0*raydir[0]*raypos[0]*raydir[1]*raypos[1] + 2.0*raypos[1]*raypos[1]*raydir[0]*raydir[0] +
6.0*raydir[1]*raydir[1]*raypos[1]*raypos[1] + 2.0*raypos[0]*raypos[0]*raydir[2]*raydir[2] +
2.0*raypos[1]*raypos[1]*raydir[2]*raydir[2] + 8.0*raydir[0]*raypos[0]*raydir[2]*raypos[2] +
8.0*raydir[1]*raypos[1]*raydir[2]*raypos[2] + + 2.0*raypos[2]*raypos[2]*raydir[1]*raydir[1] +
6.0*raydir[2]*raydir[2]*raypos[2]*raypos[2];
d = -4.0*majorradius*majorradius*raydir[0]*raypos[0] - 4.0*majorradius*majorradius*raydir[1]*raypos[1] +
4.0*majorradius*majorradius*raydir[2]*raypos[2] - 4.0*minorradius*minorradius*raydir[0]*raypos[0] -
4.0*minorradius*minorradius*raydir[1]*raypos[1] - 4.0*minorradius*minorradius*raydir[2]*raypos[2] +
4.0*raydir[0]*pow(raypos[0],3) + 4.0*raypos[0]*raypos[0]*raydir[1]*raypos[1] +
4.0*raypos[1]*raypos[1]*raydir[0]*raypos[0] + 4.0*raydir[1]*pow(raypos[1],3) +
4.0*raypos[0]*raypos[0]*raydir[2]*raypos[2] + 4.0*raypos[1]*raypos[1]*raydir[2]*raypos[2] +
4.0*raypos[2]*raypos[2]*raydir[0]*raypos[0] + 4.0*raypos[2]*raypos[2]*raydir[1]*raypos[1] +
4.0*raydir[2]*pow(raypos[2],3);
e = pow(majorradius,4) - 2.0*majorradius*majorradius*raypos[0]*raypos[0] -
2.0*majorradius*majorradius*raypos[1]*raypos[1] + 2.0*majorradius*majorradius*raypos[2]*raypos[2] +
pow(minorradius,4) - 2.0*minorradius*minorradius*majorradius*majorradius -
2.0*minorradius*minorradius*raypos[0]*raypos[0] - 2.0*minorradius*minorradius*raypos[1]*raypos[1] -
2.0*minorradius*minorradius*raypos[2]*raypos[2] + pow(raypos[0],4) + pow(raypos[1],4) +
pow(raypos[2],4) + 2.0*raypos[0]*raypos[0]*raypos[1]*raypos[1] +
2.0*raypos[0]*raypos[0]*raypos[2]*raypos[2] + 2.0*raypos[2]*raypos[2]*raypos[1]*raypos[1];
term1 = pow(2,1/3)*(c*c-3*b*d+12*a*e);
term2 = sqrt(pow((2.0*c*c*c - 9.0*b*d*c - 72.0*a*e*c + 27.0*a*d*d + 27.0*b*b*e),2) -
4.0*pow((c*c - 3.0*b*d + 12.0*a*e),3));
term3 = pow((2.0*c*c*c - 9.0*b*d*c - 72.0*a*e*c +27.0*a*d*d + term2 + 27.0*b*b*e),1/3);
term4 = term3/(3*pow(2,1/3)*a);
term5 = term1/(3*a*term3);
t1 = (-b)/(4*a) - 0.5*sqrt((b*b)/(4*a*a) - (2*c)/(3*a) + term4 + term5) -
0.5*(sqrt((b*b)/(2*a*a) - (4*c)/(3*a) - term4 - term5 -
((-b*b*b)/(a*a*a) + (4*c*b)/(a*a) -(8*d)/a) /
4*sqrt((b*b)/(4*a*a) -(2*c)/(3*a) + term4 + term5)));
t2 = (-b)/(4*a) - 0.5*sqrt((b*b)/(4*a*a) - (2*c)/(3*a) + term4 + term5) +
0.5*(sqrt((b*b)/(2*a*a) - (4*c)/(3*a) - term4 - term5 -
((-b*b*b)/(a*a*a) + (4*c*b)/(a*a) -(8*d)/a) /
4*sqrt((b*b)/(4*a*a) -(2*c)/(3*a) + term4 + term5)));
t3 = (-b)/(4*a) + 0.5*sqrt((b*b)/(4*a*a) - (2*c)/(3*a) + term4 + term5) -
0.5*(sqrt((b*b)/(2*a*a) - (4*c)/(3*a) - term4 - term5 +
((-b*b*b)/(a*a*a) + (4*c*b)/(a*a) -(8*d)/a) /
4*sqrt((b*b)/(4*a*a) -(2*c)/(3*a) + term4 + term5)));
t4 = (-b)/(4*a) + 0.5*sqrt((b*b)/(4*a*a) - (2*c)/(3*a) + term4 + term5) +
0.5*(sqrt((b*b)/(2*a*a) - (4*c)/(3*a) - term4 - term5 +
((-b*b*b)/(a*a*a) + (4*c*b)/(a*a) -(8*d)/a) /
4*sqrt((b*b)/(4*a*a) -(2*c)/(3*a) + term4 + term5)));
Ora posso andare al concerto dei Meshuggah...
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"Siamo i figli di mezzo della storia, senza scopo ne' posto.
Non abbiamo la grande guerra ne' la grande depressione.
La nostra grande guerra è spirituale, la nostra grande depressione è la nostra vita." |
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...si divertono nottetempo a tagliuzzare le capotte delle macchine:
spero vi esploda la casa il giorno di Natale. |
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The higher I am reaching - the closer to the sun
The more I learn the less I know for sure
For each machine I'm leaving I find a bigger one
For each step I turn wiser than before
But it's burning me...
(Pain Of Salvation - Pilgrim) |
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... che appena sveglio è bene che mi tenga dal commentare entry di blog e posts vari.
Potrei risultare offensivo. |
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"Era una di quelle giornate... in cui tra un minuto nevica.
E c'è elettricità nell'aria.
Puoi quasi sentirla... mi segui?
E questa busta era li.
Danzava.
Come... come una bambina che mi supplicasse di giocare.
Per 15 minuti.
E' stato il giorno in cui ho capito che... c'era... tutta una intera vita dietro ogni cosa.
E una incredibile... forza benevola... che voleva sapessi che non c'era motivo di avere paura.
Mai.
Vederla sul video è povera cosa, lo so.
Ma mi aiuta a ricordare.
Ho bisogno di ricordare.
A volte c'è così tanta... bellezza... nel mondo.. che non riesco ad accettarla.
E il mio cuore sta per... franare."
I 5 Oscar li meriterebbe solo per questo monologo.
Da lacrime. |
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Alter Bridge - Shed My Skin
I am not alone
I live with the memories regret is my home
This is my true freedom
Express all the feelings of what I've become
I watch the rising sun
I hope I find some peace today
It seems I've gone away
It seems I've lost myself
It seems I really lost my way
It seems I've lost myself
It seems I've
Shed my skin
Are you ready for me
Or purge my love
Are you ready for me
A bitter sinking feeling
Awake to the fact there's no going back
To the world in which I was living
I'm searching for something but found less than nothing
I watch the rising sun
I hope I find some peace today
It seems I've gone away
It seems I've lost myself
It seems I really lost my way
It seems I've lost myself
It seems I've
Shed my skin
Are you ready for me
Or purge my love
Are you ready for me
Oh 'cause I'm dying to feel
What I have lost
Oh and what I was
All my life I've waited
Endless days have taken
Taken what made me free
Years have gone
I'm broken
Left the past unspoken
Those years
Oh they haunt me still
Shed my skin
Are you ready for me
Or purge my love
Are you ready for me
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Creed - My Sacrifice
Hello my friend, we meet again
It's been awhile, where should we begin?
Feels like forever
Within my heart are memories
Of perfect love that you gave to me
Oh, I remember
When you are with me, I'm free
I'm careless, I believe
Above all the others we'll fly
This brings tears to my eyes
My sacrifice
We've seen our share of ups and downs
Oh how quickly life can turn around
In an instant
It feels so good to reunite
Within yourself and within your mind
Let's find peace there
When you are with me, I'm free
I'm careless, I believe
Above all the others we'll fly
This brings tears to my eyes
My sacrifice
I just want to say hello again
I just want to say hello again
When you are with me I'm free
I'm careless, I believe
Above all the others we'll fly
This brings tears to my eyes
Cause when you are with me I am free
I'm careless, I believe
Above all the others we'll fly
This brings tears to my eyes
My sacrifice, My sacrifice
I just want to say hello again
I just want to say hello again
My sacrifice.
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Ero al PC, abbastanza preso da un lavoro che sto seguendo.
Suona il campanello.
Io penso: "Chi cazzo è? Non aspetto nessuno a quest'ora...", e intanto mi affretto a infilarmi qualcosa, dato che ero in boxer e maglietta...
Apro la porta, e mi trovo davanti questo Richard Ginori (al femminile) con gli occhiali, che imbraccia a mo' di neonato una manciata di copie di un giornale che dal titolo si identifica come "Lotta Comunista".
"Ciao, sono di Lotta Comunista, vuoi prendere una copia del giornale?"
"No, guarda... non mi interessa"
"Dai, non dirmi che non sei neanche un pò comunista! Costa solo 1 euro!"
Io, accennando un sorriso al limite del nauseato: "No, davvero... non mi interessa"
"Scusa, ma l'hai mai letto?"
"No..."
Mi interrompe: "Ma allora se non l'hai mai letto come fai a dire che non ti interessa? Cos'è, te l'ha detto l'amico dell'amico...", condendo il tutto con una smorfia del viso che doveva essere un sorriso di sdegno, ma che a me si è chiaramente manifestato come l'alzarsi della tavoletta del WC.
E io riprendo: "No, ma il comunismo è un'ideale che esiste a prescindere dal vostro giornale, ergo so di cosa si tratta..."
Alchè questa si volta e sbotta: "Sì, vabbeh, buonanotte!"
E mentre chiudo la porta, impegnandomi a farla sbattere per bene di modo che il gesto venga percepito come un bel "vaffanculo", l'Ideal Standard stava già suonando il campanello del vicino, bofonchiando qualcosa.
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Creed - Higher
When dreaming I'm guided to another world
Time and time again
At sunrise I fight to stay asleep
'Cause I don't want to leave the comfort of this place
'Cause there's a hunger, a longing to escape
From the life I live when I'm awake
So let's go there
Let's make our escape
Come on, let's go there
Let's ask can we stay?
Can you take me Higher?
To a place where blind men see
Can you take me Higher?
To a place with golden streets
Although I would like our world to change
It helps me to appreciate
Those nights and those dreams
But, my friend, I'd sacrifice all those nights
If I could make the Earth and my dreams the same
The only difference is
To let love replace all our hate
So let's go there
Let's make our escape
Come on, let's go there
Let's ask can we stay?
Can you take me Higher?
To a place where blind men see
Can you take me Higher?
To a place with golden streets
So lets go there, lets go there,
Come on, lets go there
Lets ask can we stay?
Up high I feel like I'm alive for the very first time
Set up high I'm strong enough to take these dreams
And make them mine
Set up high I'm strong enough to take these dreams
And make them mine
Can you take me Higher?
To a place where blind men see
Can you take me Higher?
To a place with golden streets
Can you take me Higher?
To a place where blind men see
Can you take me Higher?
To a place with golden streets |
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...il nugolo di sventurati che si crea attorno ad ogni ragazza un minimo decente qui in facoltà.
La cosa più avvilente è osservarli mentre le leccano (figurativamente parlando, chiaramente) il culo.
Go and get a life.
Sfigonti.
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...che vedo un programma che parla di noiggiovani (in questo caso Lucignolo), mi rallegro del fatto di essere un organismo senziente, e non un didimocefalo scroteiforme.
Beautiful. |
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Timoria - Sangue Impazzito
Uomini, domenica
gente che allegra va
risveglia la città
dormono le fabbriche
in giro ancora io
vivo non lo so
E incontro anche te
che corri a pregare un po' Dio
la strada la so...
e penso che un tempo quel tempio era mio
e mi chiedo perchè un giorno ho detto addio
Corro via, ma non so se
fuggire o rincorrere
qualcosa forse chi
Sono qui e dentro me
sangue impazzito che
mi spinge fino a voi
Correte di più
sognando un futuro così
vi guardo da qui
e penso che un tempo quel campo era mio
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Type 0 Negative - The Dream Is Dead
Champagne glass of blood and wine
On chocolate hearts alone I dine
Candles weeping waxing tears
Ten for roses each one a year - disappear
Arrows fester in my heart
Each memory another dart
Love and death both colored red
Showing my past, the dream is dead
Another lonely Valentine's Day
I can't believe things turned
out this way
And though I hate to see you go
I know it must be so
Another lonely Valentine's Day
Nobody will break your fall
All for none, yeah, none for all
Nothing's so cruel as the truth
Join the Festival of Fools
Nobody will break your fall
All for none, yeah, none for all
Nothing's so cruel as the truth
Join the festival, my fools
Another lonely Valentine's Day
I can't believe things turned
out this way
And though I hate to see you go
I know it must be so
Another lonely Valentine's Day
The dream is dead.
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Ho messo online dei tocchi delle canzoni prese dal promo-CD che io e il mio gruppo abbiamo registrato.
Official In Depth Website |
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"On the slope of a naked rock somewhere in Skaþinawjô - the isles
of Skaþis - a blonde, fur-clad man immortalises his memory of
Mannus, the oldest Ing. A large manlike shape is engraved in the
rock; bloodred in colour, with a large phallus.
His hands are stretching toward the sky. Mannus, the son of
Tuisto, made sure his tribe survived the cold north together with
his sons; Inguz, Herminuz and Istwô. Tuisto’s heart is warmed by
the sight of his descendants; he knows the gods are not
forgotten. Then - he reasons - there is hope after all, for the
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Fatevi un giro sul suo sito, perchè ne vale davvero la pena! |
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Soilwork - As We Speak
As we speak the stable table turns
As we speak I should have known we're burned
And I guess I'll never never learn which of those faces
who makes it all turn
As we speak I'm going deeper down
As we speak with a terrible sound
a feeble holy bastard son
has it only just begun?
I turn away.....fading out alone
Was a lifetime worth it all?
...fading out...fading out alone
As we speak we turn to stone
As we speak...
A young man looses his mind
As we speak...
He kills what's next in line...
A broken down mother asks herself why
-Is this the end of her precious time?
As we speak...
-a conscience leaves without a trace
a silent departure to a silent place
what do we know about the anger that starts to grow
Don't despair, time will heal your torment
Don't you dare, spend your days in hell
So beware, faith will bring you treason
While you stare... Oh!
I turn away....fading out alone
Was a lifetime worth it all?
...fading out...fading out alone
As we speak we turn to stone
As a lifetime turns to stone... |
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Creed - With Arms Wide Open
Well I just heard the news today
It seems my life is going to change
I closed my eyes, begin to pray
Then tears of joy stream down my face
With arms wide open
Under the sunlight
Welcome to this place
I'll show you everything
With arms wide open
With arms wide open
Well I don't know if I'm ready
To be the man I have to be
I'll take a breath, I'll take her by my side
We stand in awe, we've created life
With arms wide open
Under the sunlight
Welcome to this place
I'll show you everything
With arms wide open
Now everything has changed
I'll show you love
I'll show you everything
With arms wide open
With arms wide open
I'll show you everything ...oh yeah
With arms wide open..wide open
[Guitar Break]
If I had just one wish
Only one demand
I hope he's not like me
I hope he understands
That he can take this life
And hold it by the hand
And he can greet the world
With arms wide open...
With arms wide open
Under the sunlight
Welcome to this place
I'll show you everything
With arms wide open
Now everything has changed
I'll show you love
I'll show you everything
With arms wide open
With arms wide open
I'll show you everything..oh yeah
With arms wide open....wide open
Canzone commovente, davvero. |
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O meglio: il sito che ho fatto per il mio gruppo.
Official In Depth Website
Se magari ci passate, firmate il guestbook.
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Harem Scarem - Stranger Than Love
Any night that you're lonely
Can be the night
Your conscience
Gets a little too much
You're torn by your freedom
You're safe in chains
Is you life made of diamonds or dust
Would you surrender it all
I gotta know
Do you want my touch
Would it hurt too much
There's nothing stranger than love
Do you want (Do you want my touch)
Do you feel (Would it hurt too much)
There's nothing stranger than love
Do you want my love
In times of confusion
We never know
If the emotions we feel are enough
And then out of nowhere we remember
That there's nothing stranger than love
Would you surrender it all
I gotta know
Between the two of us
You know it's more than enough |
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Harem Scarem - If There Was a Time
I try to talk to the clouds
But they spill out the rain
Now I'm truly convinced
They've got nothing to say
Will I ever learn
Is there something wrong with my brain
Now the weeds are on fire
And they're burning away
Last time I checked I'm at 34 sins
Another won't matter 'cause I'm never gonna win
Hoping now I'm on a road that I can change
Cause I'll change
If there was a time when I needed to pray
That the cold wind blows away
If there was a time when I needed a place
To wipe the guilt free from my face
If there was a time for mercy in my life
It's right now
If I were down on my knees
Would it all be in vain
But for now I'll believe
Until there's some better way
And my pages turn
Til I've got nothing to say
Now the days with no dawn
Are coming of age
Last time I checked I'm at 35 sins
Another won't matter 'cause I'm never gonna win
Holding onto a ghost that I can't save
If there was a time when I needed to pray
That the angels come my way
If there was a time when I needed a place
To wipe the guilt free from my face
If there was a time for mercy in my life
It's right now |
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OSI - Standby (Looks Like Rain)
So you sold me out
and you sold your brother out again.
The sun shines all the time and my grass is always green
and people don't seem to mind when I don't say what I mean.
From this far away
it kind of looks like rain
get black inside
it's coming down.
"Now let me ask everyone to just standby for a moment here. Here are the marks.
Good. It may look good it certainly feels unnatural. "
From this far away
it kind of looks like rain
get black inside
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Questa sera ci sono due filmoni:
00.25 - Rete 4 : 2001: Odissea nello spazio
01.45 - Italia 1 : American history X
Devo guardarli!!
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Steve Vai - Rescue Me Or Bury Me
Summer nights such lonely times
This memory does bleed
I need you in my life again
Fantasies release me
From the bondage of my fate
The days pass like the falling rain
Your eyes reflect like mirrors
The beauty in your soul
But anger shatters precious glass
Can't you recall the intimate
Secrets that we truly shared
The faith and trust we swore would always last
I only have myself to blame
You know it takes my breath away
To see you cry
To love I implore, I scream in the air
Claw at my chest, rip out my hair
Embrace me or let my spririt die
Rescue me or bury me
Rescue me or bury me
Time is like a prison cell
For those whose crime is loneliness
When freedom's banging at their door
When all has been said and done
You must decide swallow your pride and
Reach out and take these hands forevermore
Rescue me or bury me
Rescue me or bury me
<<...Please welcome the genius, the Master of the space-age guitar... Mr. Steve Vai!>>
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Eldritch - The Last Days Of The Year
Sweep off the streamers and lay down the covers
The story's over
Love conquers all happy endings
The wicked is tamed, he's got the chance for an afterthought
For changing and weeping, repenting and creeping
Tales always finish too early to tell that he's had enough
Going for lonely ways, waiting for better days
Waiting for spring, for the doorbell to ring
So far apart and still here
Turning the page on these lonely last days of the year
Spirits of air ghostly friends
Please take my hand, I'm so far from my land
Cure all my wounds, lick my tears, chilling my face,
I'm so far from my place
Never again smiling backwards to past lives, never again
shedding tears
Never again on the waves of the turning tide
Never again on these lonely last days of the year
Going for lonely ways, waiting for better days
Building the dike, you don't know what it is like
So far apart and still there, now in the last days of the year
Going for lonely ways, waiting for better days
Building the dike, you don't know what it is like
So far apart and still here, so far away but still near
Walk alone, breed of Cain, thinking all night and days
One far away, knowledge goes with the pain
To make a light you must burn
But times are about to turn
Within my prison I'll stand
Within the hope of my exile's end
When every sin will be forgiven
And dreams closer and clearer will gleam
Out of this deadly deep frost
Without the memory of what is lost
Without the tears with eyes unswelled
I will build stronger and straighter high
walls...That's all
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Counting Crows - A Long December
A long December and there's reason to believe
Maybe this year will be better than the last
I can't remember the last thing that you said as you were leaven'
Now the days go by so fast
And it's one more day up in the canyons
And it's one more night in Hollywood
If you think that I could be forgiven...I wish you would
The smell of hospitals in winter
And the feeling that it's all a lot of oysters, but no pearls
All at once you look across a crowded room
To see the way that light attaches to a girl
And it's one more day up in the canyons
And it's one more night in Hollywood
If you think you might come to California...I think you should
Drove up to Hillside Manor sometime after two a.m.
And talked a little while about the year
I guess the winter makes you laugh a little slower,
Makes you talk a little lower about the things you could not show her
And it's been a long December and there's reason to believe
Maybe this year will be better than the last
I can't remember all the times I tried to tell my myself
To hold on to these moments as they pass
And it's one more day up in the canyon
And it's one more night in Hollywood
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...La gente che parla per sentito dire dal ragazzo.
...La gente che parla per frasi fatte.
...La gente che si costruisce esperienze di vita leggendo i libri.
...La gente che, non avendo senso critico (i.e. cerebro), noleggia quello di altri.
...La gente che non ha rispetto per l'impegno e i sacrifici altrui.
...La gente in quanto tale.
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Realized I can never win
Sometimes I feel like I have failed
Inside where do I begin
My mind is laughing at me
Tell me why am I to blame
Arent we suppose to be the same
Thats why I will never change
This thing thats burning in me
I am the one who chose my path
I am the one who couldnt last
I am alive full of pain
I feel the anger changing me
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P.O.D. - Will You
See you sittin' next to the window in the bedroom
She brakes down - brakes down
Crying over something and starin' into nothin'
Afraid now - hate now
Wanting, needing, haunting, it's killing me
Faking what has happened to live the life like that man
I'll brake down - It's fake now
Will you, Will you love me tomorrow?
So Will You, Will you stay with me today?
Fade in and out of reason to fight the way she's feelin'
She brakes down - brakes down
Going through the motions and holding onto hopes
and her dreams now - somehow
Shaken, mistaken, forsaken, it's killing me.
Wishing you could change, but he's always been this way
If you leave now - I'll drown
Will you, Will you love me tomorrow?
So Will You, Will you stay with me today?
Will you, Will you be here tomorrow?
So Will You, you remember yesterday?
Yesterday! Yesterday!
Yesterday! Yesterday!
This time, I'm sorry
This time, I'm sorry
This time, this time, I'm sorry for this time
This time, this time, I'm sorry
This time I'm sorry!
Will you, Will you love me tomorrow?
So Will You, Will you stay with me today?
Will you, Will you be here tomorrow?
So Will You, you remember yesterday?
Will you? [x6]
So Will You?
Will you? [x6] |
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...Mi sono lavato i capelli. |
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...Cazzo se passa il tempo... |
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E' triste quando i tuoi sogni dipendono anche dalle capacità di altri.
It is sickening to see dreams die
A word of advice, fate's patience is growing short.
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Samael - Jupiterian Vibe
Move with the storm, with the wind, with the flood
get down, rise up, hold on to the vibe
Move to the left, to the right, attraction, rejection
the floor we dance on is the firmament of our eyes
Creation transcends creator
"Yes" is the word to everything
to pain, to torture, to war and destruction
"Yes" is the word to everything
to liberty, to sweetness, to peace and construction
Choose, make up your mind before after is no more
time stops while another time is coming
the same leads back to the same
"Present is the time including all times
each second is eternity as eternity is now
and now is forever..."
"Yes" is the word to everything
to liberty, to sweetness, to peace and construction
Move with the stars, with the wave and with us
dance to the thunder beats, feel it all around
Jupiterian vibe
Move with the storm, with the wind, with the flood
Move with the stars, with the wave and with us |
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Back in '95 when this was new
I guess I didn't have a clue
I thought the world would change with the right song
So we picked it up and moved it out
And turned the whole thing upside down
I told myself it wouldn't be too long
And I believed in everyone
And everything they told me
And I believed that anything
Anything was possible
Shoot the moon
Shoot the moon
Shoot the moon
Hit or miss it makes no difference
Back when everything was looking up
I thought I'd never get enough
I didn't let the world obstruct my view
And we thought that it would never end
We had our fun in spite of it
And paved the way for something slightly new
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"...Quando inizi a lamentarti del brutto periodo che stai passando,preparati ad affrontarne uno peggiore, che ti farà rimpiangere quello precedente."
Empiricamente dimostrato. |
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You don't know a thing about me
Is there something that you should know?
I can tell you what you want to hear
Let your inhibitions just go
Rit. :
No, you don't know what you will give up
You don't know what you want
It may take you years to find out
You don't know what you need
It's something that may never come to you
Trust is something that comes easy
When you've never been a victim
Lies and promises and words are said
It's your decision to accept them
Rit.
(Face to Face - Disconnected)
...Molte volte, nelle canzoni che hanno accompagnato la mia adolescenza, trovo verità che valgono per una vita. |
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...Se ne fossi sprovvisto sarebbe tutto molto meno problematico. |
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The strangeness of awakening
In an oh so silent world
Breathlessly waiting
For the first proud beams of light
As the hours grow longer
And the shadows never fall
My sky has forsaken me
My desperation grows
Bring me the light
In the darkness that never ends
The dawn will never come
Punish my heaven
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nell'Empireo | 
now playing: il Canto dei Beati |
Grazie Joe Grazie! 
al posto del backslash c'è un semplice slash! Così non va a capo!
Cazzo come sono bravi 'sti Afterhours... 
)... lo consiglio caldamente a chi fosse anche un minino curioso di sapere cosa è frullato in testa ad un geniaccio anticonformista come Zappa durante la sua breve (ahimè) esistenza.
