Testi Canzoni

[sabbath83 2100]

Quali sono i testi delle canzoni che più vi piacciono?? Parto io postando uno dei miei pezzi preferiti, un testo un pò fuori dal mondo:

Banco del Mutuo Soccorso - Il Giardino del Mago

Da bambino ci montavo su

al cavallo con la testa in giù

galoppavo senza far rumore

gli zoccoli di legno che volavano sui fiori

non sciupavano i colori.

Stan cantando al mio funerale

chi mi piange forse non lo sa

che per anni ho cercato me

e passo dopo passo con le spine ormai nei piedi

tanto stanco... stanco...

Io sono arrivato nel giardino del mago

dove dietro ogni ramo crocifissi ci sono

gli ideali dell'uomo.

Grandi idee invecchiate nel giardino del mago

io sto appeso ad un ramo dentro un quadro che balla

sotto un chiodo nell'aria

sono la che ho bisogno di carezze umane più di te.

E il tempo va il tempo va passa

e il tempo va il tempo va passa e va

E tu che fai e tu che fai e tu

e tu che fai e tu che fai che fai?

Sono finito ormai quaggiù

ma vieni via ma vieni via vieni via !

Non posso tornare resterò

se resterai se resterai che farai ?

Ogni creatura del giardino del mago

vive tutto il suo tempo dentro in un albero cavo

C'è chi ride chi geme

chi cavalca farfalle

chi conosce il futuro

chi comanda alle stelle come un re

comanda le stelle, comanda le stelle,

comanda le stelle, comanda le stelle,

ma chi è che comanda da sé...

Com'è strano oggi il sole

non si fa scuro chissà perchè

forse la sera non verrà

a uccidermi ancora

ha avuto pietà solo ora

Per pietà della mia mente che se ne va

il giorno aspetterà

per me si fermerà un po' di più

vedo già foglie di vetro

alberi e gnomi corrersi dietro

torte di fiori e intorno a me

leggeri cigni danzano

a che serve poi la realtà.

Coi capelli sciolti al vento

io dirigo il tempo

il mio tempo

là negli spazi dove morte non ha domini

dove l'amore varca i confini

e il servo balla con il re

corona senza vanità

eterna è la strada che va.

In arancione le parti per me più belle della canzone

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6IwyJ_otGXI

[Miluro 4684]

La mia canzone preferita.

Times have changed,

And we've often rewound the clock,

Since the Puritans got a shock,

When they landed on Plymouth Rock.

If today, any shock they should try to stem,

'Stead of landing on Plymouth Rock,

Plymouth Rock would land on them.

In olden days a glimpse of stocking,

Was looked on as something shocking,

But now, God knows,

Anything goes.

Good authors too,

Who once knew better words,

Now only use four letter words writing prose.

Anything goes.

If driving fast cars you like,

If low bars you like,

If old hymns you like,

If bare limbs you like,

If Mae West you like,

Or me undressed you like,

Why nobody will oppose!

When every night,

The set that's smart,

Is intruding at nudist parties,

In studios.

Anything goes.

When Mrs. Ned McLean (God bless her!),

Can get Russian Reds to 'yes' her,

Than I suppose,

Anything goes.

When Rockefeller still can hoard,

Enough money to let Max Gordon,

Produce his shows,

Anything goes.

The world has gone mad today,

And good's bad today,

And black's white today,

And days night today,

And that gent today,

You gave a cent today,

Once had several châteaux.

When folks who still can ride in jitneys,

Find out Vanderbilts and Whitneys,

Lack baby clothes.

Anything goes.

When Sam Goldwyn,

Can with great conviction,

Instruct Anna Sten in diction,

Then Anna shows,

Anything goes.

When you hear that,

Lady Mendl standing up,

Now does a handspring landing up,

On her toes!

Anything goes.

Just think of those shocks you've got,

And those knocks you've got,

And those blues you've got,

From those news you've got,

And those pains you've got,

(If any brains you've got!),

From those little radios.

So Mrs. R,

With all her trimmings,

Can broadcast a bed from Simmons,

Cause Franklin knows,

Anything goes.

[ciuccio2000 3163]

Ce ne sono tanti, che mi son piaciuti molto.

Tipo questo: Malinconia a mille.

“Come gather ’round people

Wherever you roam

And admit that the waters

Around you have grown

And accept it that soon

You’ll be drenched to the bone.

If your time to you

Is worth savin’

Then you better start swimmin’

Or you’ll sink like a stone

For the times they are a-changin’.

Come writers and critics

Who prophesize with your pen

And keep your eyes wide

The chance won’t come again

And don’t speak too soon

For the wheel’s still in spin

And there’s no tellin’ who

That it’s namin’.

For the loser now

Will be later to win

For the times they are a-changin’.

Come senators, congressmen

Please heed the call

Don’t stand in the doorway

Don’t block up the hall

For he that gets hurt

Will be he who has stalled

There’s a battle outside

And it is ragin’.

It’ll soon shake your windows

And rattle your walls

For the times they are a-changin’.

Come mothers and fathers

Throughout the land

And don’t criticize

What you can’t understand

Your sons and your daughters

Are beyond your command

Your old road is

Rapidly agin’.

Please get out of the new one

If you can’t lend your hand

For the times they are a-changin’.

The line it is drawn

The curse it is cast

The slow one now

Will later be fast

As the present now

Will later be past

The order is

Rapidly fadin’.

And the first one now

Will later be last

For the times they are a-changin’”.

[Miluro 4684]

Ce ne sono tanti, che mi son piaciuti molto.

Tipo questo: Malinconia a mille.

“Come gather ’round people

Wherever you roam

And admit that the waters

Around you have grown

And accept it that soon

You’ll be drenched to the bone.

If your time to you

Is worth savin’

Then you better start swimmin’

Or you’ll sink like a stone

For the times they are a-changin’.

Come writers and critics

Who prophesize with your pen

And keep your eyes wide

The chance won’t come again

And don’t speak too soon

For the wheel’s still in spin

And there’s no tellin’ who

That it’s namin’.

For the loser now

Will be later to win

For the times they are a-changin’.

Come senators, congressmen

Please heed the call

Don’t stand in the doorway

Don’t block up the hall

For he that gets hurt

Will be he who has stalled

There’s a battle outside

And it is ragin’.

It’ll soon shake your windows

And rattle your walls

For the times they are a-changin’.

Come mothers and fathers

Throughout the land

And don’t criticize

What you can’t understand

Your sons and your daughters

Are beyond your command

Your old road is

Rapidly agin’.

Please get out of the new one

If you can’t lend your hand

For the times they are a-changin’.

The line it is drawn

The curse it is cast

The slow one now

Will later be fast

As the present now

Will later be past

The order is

Rapidly fadin’.

And the first one now

Will later be last

For the times they are a-changin’”.

Figliolo, aggiungi pure il collegamento al video

[ciuccio2000 3163]

Figliolo, aggiungi pure il collegamento al video

Ho previsto che avresti rotto le balle e l'ho aggiunto mentre scrivevi

[sabbath83 2100]

Tool - Stinkfist

Something has to change.

Un-deniable dilemma.

Boredom’s not a burden

Anyone should bear.

Constant over stimulation numbs me

but I would not want you

any other way.

It’s not enough.

I need more.

Nothing seems to satisfy.

I don’t want it.

I just need it.

To feel, to breathe, to know I’m alive.

Finger deep within the borderline.

Show me that you love me and that we belong together.

Relax, turn around and take my hand.

I can help you change

Tired moments into pleasure.

Say the word and we’ll be

Well upon our way.

Blend and balance

Pain and comfort

Deep within you

Till you will not have me any other way.

It’s not enough.

I need more.

Nothing seems to satisfy.

I don’t want it.

I just need it.

To feel, to breathe, to know I’m alive.

Knuckle deep inside the borderline.

This may hurt a little but it’s something you’ll get used to.

Relax. Slip away.

Something kinda sad about

the way that things have come to be.

Desensitized to everything.

What became of subtlety?

How can it mean anything to me

If I really don’t feel anything at all?

I’ll keep digging till

I feel something.

Elbow deep inside the borderline.

Show me that you love me and that we belong together.

Shoulder deep within the borderline.

Relax. Turn around and take my hand.

[Nancahabyar 2992]

Fall Out Boy - Sugar, We're Goin Down

Non so perchè.

[Miluro 4684]

Ho previsto che avresti rotto le balle e l'ho aggiunto mentre scrivevi

Sono uno che ama le cose fatte per bene :3

[P E R K E L E ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) 3503]

Nightwish - Bless the Child

"I was born amidst the purple waterfalls.
I was weak, yet not unblessed.
Dead to the world. Alive for the journey.
One night I dreamt a white rose withering,
A newborn drowning a lifetime loneliness.
I dreamt all my future. Relived my past.
And witnessed the beauty of the beast"

Where have all the feelings gone?
Why has all the laughter ceased?
Why am I loved only when I'm gone?
Gone back in time to bless the child

How can I ever feel again?
Given the chance would I return?
Why am I loved only when I'm gone?
Gone back in time to bless the child
Think of me long enough to make a memory
Come bless the child one more time

I've never felt so alone in my life
As I drank from a cup which was counting my time
There's a poison drop in this cup of Man
To drink it is to follow the left hand path

Why am I loved only when I'm gone?
Gone back in time to bless the child
Think of me long enough to make a memory
Come bless the child one more time (repeat)

"Where have all the feelings gone?
Why is the deadliest sin - to love as I loved you?
Now unblessed, homesick in time,
Soon to be freed from care, from human pain.
My tale is the most bitter truth:
Time pays us but with earth and dust, and a dark, silent grave.
Remember, my child: Without innocence the cross is only iron,
Hope is only an illusion and Ocean Soul's nothing but a name...

The Child bless thee and keep thee forever"


Ditemi se non è un testo profondo. Io rabbrividisco ogni volta. Un'introspezione massacrante, una poesia disarmante.

[kappiere 300]

Is this the real life ?

Is this just fantasy ?

Caught in a landslide

No escape from reality

Open your eyes

Look up to the skies and see

I'm just a poor boy, I need no sympathy

Because I'm easy come, easy go

A little high, little low

Anyway the wind blows, doesn't really matter to me, to me

Mama, just killed a man

Put a gun against his head

Pulled my trigger, now he's dead

Mama, life had just begun

But now I've gone and thrown it all away

Mama, ooo

Didn't mean to make you cry

If I'm not back again this time tomorrow

Carry on, carry on, as if nothing really matters

Too late, my time has come

Sends shivers down my spine

Body's aching all the time

Goodbye everybody - I've got to go

Gotta leave you all behind and face the truth

Mama, ooo - (anyway the wind blows)

I don't want to die

I sometimes wish I'd never been born at all

I see a little silhouette of a man

Scaramouch, scaramouch will you do the fandango

Thunderbolt and lightning - very very frightening me

Gallileo, Gallileo,

Gallileo, Gallileo,

Gallileo Figaro - magnifico

But I'm just a poor boy and nobody loves me

He's just a poor boy from a poor family

Spare him his life from this monstrosity

Easy come easy go - will you let me go

Bismillah! No - we will not let you go - let him go

Bismillah! We will not let you go - let him go

Bismillah! We will not let you go - let me go

Will not let you go - let me go (never)

Never let you go - let me go

Never let me go - ooo

No, no, no, no, no, no, no -

Oh mama mia, mama mia, mama mia let me go

Beelzebub has a devil put aside for me

For me

For me

So you think you can stone me and spit in my eye

So you think you can love me and leave me to die

Oh baby - can't do this to me baby

Just gotta get out - just gotta get right outta here

Ooh yeah, ooh yeah

Nothing really matters

Anyone can see

Nothing really matters - nothing really matters to me

Anyway the wind blows...

[Synesthesy 3275]

Dovrei metterne mille, per cui ne metterò solo qualcuno:

C'é chi mi vuole folle e chi follemente spera che toppi carriera, da sera a mattina si ostina, ficca aghi nella mia bambolina; mina la via che l'anima mia cammina, mi pedina, il fatto é che se sfuggo alla logica tragica é la fine che mi si propina. L'acqua che butti sul mio fuoco diventa benzina, ogni insulto manichino per la mia vetrina, sappi che la mia dottrina se ne fotte di chi sta dopo e chi prima. Chi mi stima mi istiga a stilare sti suoni, sti versi e stikaa! Godo se penso all'amaro che mastica chi pronostica la fine della mia vitalità.

Mi piace che mi grandini sul viso la fitta sassaiola dell'ingiuria, l'agguanto solo per sentirmi vivo al guscio della mia capigliatura.

Fonda la tua gloria sull'ingiuria, lavati i denti col seltz come Furia, smile, siamo in aria, canta vittoria ma io ti sputerò come un seme d'anguria. C'é penuria di muri adibiti alla memoria, pura vanagloria, fa male come un dente che si caria il mio debole per le vittime della storia; le hanno odiate, umiliate, lasciate alla sorte per fargli la corte dopo la morte. Mi faccio forte di un simile supplizio, ed é per questo che schivo ogni giudizio, ho la riflessione come vizio, il mio fine é di fare di ogni fine un buon inizio, mi sazio di un dizionario vario più dei santi del calendario.

Mi piace che mi grandini sul viso la fitta sassaiola dell'ingiuria, l'agguanto solo per sentirmi vivo al guscio della mia capigliatura.

Mi piace sapermi diverso, piacere perverso che riverso in versi su fogli sparsi, nei capoversi dei giorni persi nei miei rimorsi, che cosa c'é da aspettarsi da chi come me non sa adeguarsi a sette, mafiette, etichette e se tutti fanno lui smette? Chi manomette le tette della scultura, ne ignora l'amore e la cura, ciocca dopo ciocca mi son fatto sta capigliatura, come un tiranno tra le mura non ho paura, C A P A, no fregatura, monnezza pura, senti che attrezzatura, é la mistura che infuria nella fitta sassaiola dell'ingiuria.

Mi piace che mi grandini sul viso la fitta sassaiola dell'ingiuria, l'agguanto solo per sentirmi vivo al guscio della mia capigliatura.

Io non sono cambiato, il cuore ed i pensieri sono gli stessi, sul tappeto magnifico dei versi voglio dirvi qualcosa che tocchi...

Vodka intimate, an affair with isolation in a Blackheath cell, extinguishing the fires in a private hell, provoking the heartache to renew the licence of a bleeding heart poet in a fragile capsule propping up the crust of the glitter conscience wrapped in the christening shawl of a hangover, baptised in the tears from the real, tears from the real .....

Drowning in the liquid seize on the Piccadilly line, rat race, scuttling through the damp electric labyrinth, caress Ophelias hand with breathstroke ambition, an albatross in the marrytime tradition, sheathed within the walkman wear the halo of distortion, aural contraceptive aborting pregnant conversation, she turned the harpoon and it pierced my heart she hung herself around my neck. From the Time-Life-Guardians in their conscience bubbles, safe and dry in my sea of troubles, nine to five with suitable ties, cast adrift as their sideshow, peepshow, stereo hero, becalm, bestill, bewitch, drowning, drowning in the real!

The Thief of Baghdad hides in Islingtown now praying deportation for his sacred cow, a legacy of romance from a twilight world the dowry of a relative mystery girl. A Vietnamese flower, a dockland union, a mistress of release from a magazine's thighs, Magdalenes contracts more than favours the feeding hands of western promise hold her by the throat...

A son of a swastika of '45 parading a peroxide standard, graffiti disciples testaments of hatred, aerosol wands whisper where the searchlights trim the barbed wire hedges, this is Brixton chess. A knight for Embankment folds his newspaper castle, a creature of habit, begs the boatman's coin, he'll fade with old soldiers in the grease stained roll call, and linger with the heartburn of Good Friday's last supper ....

Son watches father scan obituary columns in search of absent school friends, while his generation digests high fibre ignorance, cowering behind curtains and the taped up painted windows. Decriminalised genocide, provided door to door Belsens Pandora's box of holocausts gracefully cruising satellite infested heavens, waiting, wai-wai-waiting, the season of the button, the penultimate migration, radioactive perfumes, for the fashionably, for the terminally insane, insane, d-d-do you realise? D-d-do you realise? D-d-do you realise, this world is totally fugazi? where are the prophets, where are the visionaries, where are the poets, to breach the dawn of the sentimental mercenary.

[N1xx1 610]

Ce ne sono tanti, che mi son piaciuti molto.

Tipo questo: Malinconia a mille.

“Come gather ’round people

Wherever you roam

And admit that the waters

Around you have grown

And accept it that soon

You’ll be drenched to the bone.

If your time to you

Is worth savin’

Then you better start swimmin’

Or you’ll sink like a stone

For the times they are a-changin’.

Come writers and critics

Who prophesize with your pen

And keep your eyes wide

The chance won’t come again

And don’t speak too soon

For the wheel’s still in spin

And there’s no tellin’ who

That it’s namin’.

For the loser now

Will be later to win

For the times they are a-changin’.

Come senators, congressmen

Please heed the call

Don’t stand in the doorway

Don’t block up the hall

For he that gets hurt

Will be he who has stalled

There’s a battle outside

And it is ragin’.

It’ll soon shake your windows

And rattle your walls

For the times they are a-changin’.

Come mothers and fathers

Throughout the land

And don’t criticize

What you can’t understand

Your sons and your daughters

Are beyond your command

Your old road is

Rapidly agin’.

Please get out of the new one

If you can’t lend your hand

For the times they are a-changin’.

The line it is drawn

The curse it is cast

The slow one now

Will later be fast

As the present now

Will later be past

The order is

Rapidly fadin’.

And the first one now

Will later be last

For the times they are a-changin’”.

Ma la canzone è di Bob Dylan....

Questo mi pare sia un thread riguardo ai testi, non alle interpretazioni.

[ciuccio2000 3163]

Ma la canzone è di Bob Dylan....

Questo mi pare sia un thread riguardo ai testi, non alle interpretazioni.

Beh, il testo è praticamente lo stesso, no?

[N1xx1 610]

Beh, il testo è praticamente lo stesso, no?

Sì, ma la canzone è di Bob Dyland.

Date a Bob quel che è di Bob.

[ciuccio2000 3163]

Sì, ma la canzone è di Bob Dyland.

Date a Bob quel che è di Bob.

Ok, ma qui si discute dei testi, non delle canzoni in sè

[¼Exodr١ 96]

When I look into your eyes
I can see a love restrained
But darlin' when I hold you
Don't you know I feel the same

'Cause nothin' lasts forever
And we both know hearts can change
And it's hard to hold a candle
In the cold November rain

We've been through this such a long long time
Just tryin' to kill the pain

But lovers always come and lovers always go
An no one's really sure who's lettin' go today
Walking away

If we could take the time
To lay it on the line
I could rest my head
Just knowin' that you were mine
All mine
So if you want to love me
Then darlin' don't refrain
Or I'll just end up walkin'
In the cold November rain

Do you need some time...on your own
Do you need some time...all alone
Everybody needs some time...
On their own
Don't you know you need some time...all alone

I know it's hard to keep an open heart
When even friends seem out to harm you
But if you could heal a broken heart
Wouldn't time be out to charm you

Sometimes I need some time...on my
Own
Sometimes I need some time...all alone
Everybody needs some time...
On their own
Don't you know you need some time...all alone

And when your fears subside
And shadows still remain
I know that you can love me
When there's no one left to blame
So never mind the darkness
We still can find a way
'Cause nothin' lasts forever
Even cold November rain

Don't ya think that you need somebody
Don't ya think that you need someone
Everybody needs somebody
You're not the only one
You're not the only one

She's got a smile that it seems to me
Reminds me of childhood memories
Where everything
Was as fresh as the bright blue sky
Now and then when I see her face
She takes me away to that special place
And if I stared too long
I'd probably break down and cry

Sweet child o' mine
Sweet love of mine

She's got eyes of the bluest skies
As if they thought of rain
I hate to look into those eyes
And see an ounce of pain
Her hair reminds me of a warm safe place
Where as a child I'd hide
And pray for the thunder
And the rain
To quietly pass me by

Sweet child o' mine
Sweet love of mine

Where do we go
Where do we go now
Where do we go

Where do we go
Oh, where do we go now
Where do we go
Oh, where do we go now
Oh, where do we go now
Oh, where do we go
Oh, where do we go now
Where do we go
Oh, where do we go now
Where do we go
Oh, where do we go now
No, no, no, no, no, no, no
Sweet child
Sweet child o' mine

[Soter-G 360]

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sS1wzdlu-WM&feature=share&list=FLeBOVPqaxUnvFZd-nWnzMtA

I spawned in Cherno again

Trying to meet up with friends

I saw you looting the store

And now you're in my way

I'd trade my soul for a gun

'Cus getting sniped isn't fun

I wasn't looking for kills

But now you're in my way

Bad situation

Zombies at the fire station

Can't resist that sweet tentation

Where you think you're goind baby

Hey I just met you

I'm feeling crazy

I'll have to shoot you

'Cus this is Dayz

You had some nice gear

Baked beans baby

And now I'm quite hungry

I'll eat those maybe

Hey I just met you

I'm feeling crazy

I'll have to shoot you

'Cus this is Dayz

And all the zombies

Try to chase me

Se here's my Grid Ref

Come meet me maybe?

You took your time with the car

I'm not quite sure where you are

I had to run really far

And now I'm dead again

Got any loot I can steal

A chopper crash, is this real?

Some Morphine would be ideal

Please help me don't run away

Cow

Goat

Bunny rabbit

Bicycle think I should have it

Don't dare even try to grab it

Where you think you're going baby?

Hey I just met you

And this is crazy

I'll have to kill you

'Cus this is Dayz

It's hard to shoot right

At you baby

But I'm a bandit

And I'm feeling lazy

Hey I just met you

I'm feeling hazy

Now I've been injured

Please come save me

And all the zombies

Hit me lately

But here's my Grid Ref

So Blood Bag maybe

Come meet me at Stary Sobor

There's lots of bad guys

But you should know that

You'll probably die

North West airfield good for loot

But also risky

Let's drink some whisky

I'm feeling frisky

It's hard to keep warm

When it's raining

So here's an heatpack

Now stop complaining

Hey I just met you

I'm feeling crazy

I'll have to shoot you

'Cus this is Dayz

You had some nice gear

Baked beans baby

And I'm quite hungry

I'll eat those maybe

Sorry for murdering your friend

But I'm a bandit

As an apology

Have an hatchet

If I could offer you one tip

It's this: trust no one

And you should know that

And this is Dayz

[sabbath83 2100]

da alcuni mi aspettavo certe canzoni o almeno certi gruppi

A Beginning - Orne

Come and follow me, let the river guide us to the shore

Laying on the field, watch the clouds roll by in silent peace

Shadows of the trees form pretty little spirals with the wind

And very far from here tall man rises laughing on the hill

Now remember: it’s you and me still laughing, we are free

And after all your life the music will open your eyes

When everything is open and without barriers,

One Bone twists inside you and turns into an eye

Visions getting sharper now, the past seems rather dull,

it is time to make love with angels living fire

The dream is here now, you have no fear

Have no fear!

And when the music’s over, you sleep on shining grass

Free from all frustration, free from the normal fear

Your friends will gather ‘round you, wherever you may go

Listen to your music and dive into your show

[Synesthesy 3275]

Altre due:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WNfEOwMZMmU

Who wants to separate

The world we know from our beliefs

And who sees only black and white

Distinguish loss from sacrifice

Some day we may come to peace

With the world within ourselves

And I will await you

Until I close my eyes

Close my eyes

Close my eyes

When your time has come

You know you'll be lonely once again

And the final winter comes to us all

Life is treacherous

But you're not the only who must pretend

We're a second in time

We're the last in the line

Of the prey that walks the earth

Good and evil combined

I am the god in my own history

The master of the game

I may believe if she would come to me

And whisper out my name

Sometimes I wonder where the wind has gone

If life has ever been

Sometimes I wonder how belief alone

Can cut me free from sin

When you close your eyes

Mementos of summer retrieves your mind

Like a drizzled afternoon cleans the air

When the winter blows

You're glad you remember you really tried

And it comes to an end

Even winter... life fall

And we all have our beliefs

Pray for mercy for all

I am a man without a mystery

The deal is done within

I will embrace the coldest winter breeze

And pay for every sin

[Helena]

VICTORIA, NON PRAEDA

MEMENTO MORI

[Mephisto]

UNA VOCE... VOLO, NON VALEO

DULCE ET DECORUM EST

PRO PATRIA MORI

MEMENTO MORI

[Ariel]

So subservant in your embrace

No more denial

No run away

This is the final

My last recall

And that's the price for what we learn

The more we know the more we yearn

Cause we're so alone

I am a man without a mystery

The deal is done within

I will embrace the coldest winter breeze

The journey can begin

I'm still the god in my own history

I still believe that she will come to me

And whisper out my name

Some day we may come to peace

And reach beyond behind the lies

And I will await you

Until I close my eyes

Close my eyes,

Close my eyes...

Ariel...

Ariel...

Ariel...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4QwGlMnbifo

When I hit the streets back in '81

Found a heart in the gutter and a poet's crown

I felt barbed wire kisses and icicle tears

Where have I been for all these years?

I saw political intrigue, political lies

Gonna wipe those smiles of self-satisfaction from their eyes

I will wear your white feather

I will carry your white flag

I will swear I have no nation

But I'm proud to own my heart

I will wear your white feather

I will carry your white flag

I will swear I have no nation

But I'm proud to own my heart

My heart, this is my heart

We don't need no uniforms, we have no disguise

Divided we stand, together we'll rise

We will wear your white feather

We will carry your white flag

We will swear we have no nations

But we're proud to own our hearts

We will wear your white feather

We will carry your white flag

We will swear we have no nations

But we're proud to own our hearts

These are our hearts

These are our hearts

You can't take away our hearts

You can't steal our hearts away

I can't walk away

No more

[P E R K E L E ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) 3503]

"Chasing The Dragon" - Epica

(La canzone parla di droghe. "Chasing the dragon" infatti è un'espressione cinese che significa inalare il fumo dell'oppio, dell'eroina, della morfina e altre schifezze varie. Il testo secondo me è geniale.)

Free my mind

Heal my scars

Erase the past

Dark days to forget

And memories to last

In my heart

Free me now

Make me forget

And forgive

There's no use

To go on and live

Show me a way

To the sun

Heal my scars

Nothing will be forever gone

Memories will stay and find their way

What goes around will come around

Don't deny your fears

So let them go and fade into light

Give up the fight here

Let my eyes take in

The beauty that's here

That's left on this earth

My ears long to hear

A melody

Give me sight

Nothing will be forever gone

Memories will stay and find their way

What goes around will come around

Don't deny your fears

So let them go and fade into light

Give up the fight here

Poison is slowly seeping through my veins

Stealing the only dignity in me

I pick them up and let them fall

To cause your pain and hit them all

[grunts]

One more life to live is what I want

I'll take the joy away from them

See to it, they will all be damned

One more chance to heal what I have harmed

The dragon is wreak havoc in my brain

Plays my emotion, a never ending game

Nothing will be forever gone

Memories will stay and find their way

What goes around will come around

Don't deny your fears

So let them go and fade into light

Give up the fight here

One more life to live for me

I want the night just to colour the day

The morning to chase all my nightmares away

Don't you deny that we're all human beings

We all have our flaws that can make ourself obscene

Obscene...

Give me what I want

Give me what I need right now

That's what I want

That's what I need, get it!

Dolendo novit mortalis vitam

Tell me what I want

Tell me what I need right now

That's what I want

That's all I need, cure me

Dolendo discit mori mortalis

Losers

Nothing will be forever gone

Memories will stay and find their way

What goes around will come around

Don't deny your fears

So let them go and fade into light

Give up the fight here

https://www.youtube....h?v=WNfEOwMZMmU

Kamelot - Memento Mori

Un pezzo molto teatrico che connubbia la filosofia al Faust, per un testo stupendo.

Who wants to separate

The world we know from our beliefs

And who sees only black and white

Distinguish loss from sacrifice

Some day we may come to peace

With the world within ourselves

And I will await you

Until I close my eyes

When your time has come

You know you'll be lonely once again

And the final winter comes to us all

Life is treacherous

But you're not the only who must pretend

We're a second in time

We're the last in the line

Of the prey that walks the earth

Good and evil combined

I am the god in my own history

The master of the game

I may believe if she would come to me

And whisper out my name

Sometimes I wonder where the wind has gone

If life has ever been

Sometimes I wonder how belief alone

Can cut me free from sin

When you close your eyes

Mementos of summer retrieves your mind

Like a drizzle afternoon cleans the air

When the winter blows

You're glad you remember you really tried

And it comes to an end

Even winter... life fall

And we all have our beliefs

Pray for mercy for all

I am a man without a mystery

The deal is done within

I will embrace the coldest winter breeze

And pay for every sin

[Helena]

VICTORIA, NON PRAEDA

MEMENTO MORI

[Mephisto]

UNA VOCE... VOLO, NON VALEO

DULCE ET DECORUM EST

PRO PATRIA MORI

MEMENTO MORI

[Ariel]

So subservant in your embrace

No more denial

No run away

This is the final

My last recall

And that's the price for what we learn

The more we know the more we yearn

Cause we're so alone

I am a man without a mystery

The deal is done within

I will embrace the coldest winter breeze

The journey can begin

I'm still the god in my own history

I still believe that she will come to me

And whisper out my name

Some day we will come to peace

And reach beyond behind the lies

And I will await you

Until I close my eyes

EDIT: Syne abbiamo postato nello stesso momento la stessa canzone D:

[Soter-G 360]

I LIKE TRAINS

Hey! Have you heard of the I Like Trains kid?

He's pretty cool, but I think there's something wrong with him

I don't know if he's cursed, or if it's something with his brain

But the only thing he ever says is:

I LIKE TRAINS

From birth the I Like Trains kid never spoke a word

Not even to his parents, not a single sounds was heard

But on the first day of school the teacher asked his name

All he did was smile as he said:

I LIKE TRAINS

They put him on some Ritalin to see if that would help

The doctor found the perfect dose and asked him how he felt

He stared at the doctor with that same creepy smile

And the I Like Trains kid said:

"I feel great!"

He got a fancy job and he straightened out his life

He met a nice girl who he asked to be his wife

As they stood at the altar, and prepared to say their vows

He put a ring on her finger, and he said:

I LIKE TRAINS

Got bad grades? I like trains!

Awkward date? I like trains!

Don't like trains? ...

I LIKE TRAINS (dooble chorus)

[P E R K E L E ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) 3503]

Quanti anni ho?
Questa barba e questo volto,
oggi non lo so.
Quanti anni ho?
Io mi guardo e sono stanco
quanti anni ho?

Ricordo una casa sul fiume e poi
le primavere sull'altalena,
ed una bambina con gli occhi tuoi,
e i prati del sole...

E poi l'amore intorno a noi,
e ancora noi,
torrenti azzurri e poi
ancora noi
ingenui più che mai.

Quanti anni hai?
Un po' di cielo nel tuo cuore
non lo trovi mai?
Quanti anni hai?
Anche il Sole sul tuo viso
è scomparso ormai.

Voce: rivedo la casa sul fiume
ripenso alle prime paure
insieme a te
insieme a te.

Ricordi le corse tra i boschi e poi
le piogge sotto l'arcobaleno
e quel ragazzino con gli occhi miei
due corpi nel sole...

Ormai mi sveglio senza te
negli occhi miei
un altro mondo c'è
insieme a lei
ingenua più che mai

Quanti anni ho?
Questa barba e questo volto,
oggi non lo so.
Quanti anni ho?
Io mi guardo e sono stanco
quanti anni ho?

[Nancahabyar 2992]

Novantadue rullini Kodak pieni di fotografie.
Alcuni non li abbiamo sviluppati mai,
perché non siamo mai arrivati a trentasei, trentasei, trentasei.

Serate al bar: donne, motori, Calcio, birra e Musica. Il Rock, il Rap
e la voglia d'America, il colpo di fortuna che non capita... o capita, capita.

E i nostri amici tutti a fare il tifo... "Chi l'aveva vista mai una storia così?!"
e Cisco che rideva... "...Che delirio! Cazzo avete combinato?!".

Sempre noi, a far casino e sempre noi... tutti o nessuno, sempre noi...
senza imparare la lezione mai.
Sempre noi, senza ragione, sempre noi... solo passione, sempre noi...
senza aver spento i nostri sogni mai.

Sempre Noi... Sempre Noi!

E la mia Golf, con il volante MOMO era invincibile
ed il subwoofer che sembrava esplodere.
Stivali da cowboy un po' da Renegade, Renegade, Renegade...

Il MicroTAC... un paio d'ore d'autonomia massima, i 501 a vita altissima:
ogni giornata sembrava bellissima, unica, mitica.
E Milano era più vicina, perché adesso c'era posto anche per noi
anche se a guardarci si capiva, che proprio non c'entravamo.

Sempre noi, a far casino e sempre noi... tutti o nessuno, sempre noi...
senza imparare la lezione mai.
Sempre noi, senza ragione, sempre noi... solo passione, sempre noi...
senza aver spento i nostri sogni mai.

Sempre Noi: Supereroi, Super Nintendo, Super Mario Bros.
È Austin Powers il nostro James Bond!
Sempre Noi, che del Web abbiamo visto l'alba, i nonni con la zappa,
noi col Modem-56k. Il nastro del Walkman mi dava l'energia,
riavvolto con la penna risparmiavo batteria
e quelli che credono ancora a un futuro a colori siamo sempre noi,
perché abbiamo i ricordi in bianco e nero, come il GAME BOY™.

Un battito, vent'anni son volati via in un attimo: ricordi ed emozioni
che riaffiorano, però sempre memorie poi rimangono... dormono, dormono.

E non c'è niente da rinnegare, ciò che è stato è stato, è tutto giusto così!
Però adesso bisogna andare, che di strada ce n'è ancora.

Sempre noi, a far casino e sempre noi... tutti o nessuno, sempre noi...
senza imparare la lezione mai.
Sempre noi, senza ragione, sempre noi... solo passione, sempre noi...
senza aver spento i nostri sogni mai.

Sempre Noi! Rimasti veri come il Wrestling di Antonio Inoki...
e non abbiamo lasciato morire i sogni, solo il Tamagotchi

[Synesthesy 3275]

Epico SnipperWorm

[Rosso Fuoco 319]

Rape me.

Come togheter.

Brown sugar.

Substitute.