And if my thought-dreams could be seen They'd probably put my head in a guillotine But it's alright, Ma, it's life, and life only.
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And if my thought-dreams could be seen They'd probably put my head in a guillotine But it's alright, Ma, it's life, and life only.
Well show me A word that rhymes with Pavement And I won't kill your parents And roast them on a spit And a-don't you try to etch it Or permanently sketch it Or your gonna catch a bad bad cold And the freaks have stormed the white house I moved into a lighthouse It's on a scenic quay It's oh so far away
when you see me wave don't wave back i might not feel the need to explain what i need it's a dangerous affair but if I had the chance
i'd get you at the edge of the world it's stranger than the stories you choose for the evening news i never hear your name cause you write it all yourself at the edge of the world it's a job done well they'll shoot you for a look inside your shiny plastic shell
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Babe!
Morning
Shanghai, China.
My home, my city.
There is a boy I know We are friends, we are more than 'cause everytime he looks at me I get electric shocks In my brain and in my heart But he is not the one I love Still everytime I look into his pretty eyes I think of all the things I didn't even try And though I know that it is only chemistry There's nothing in the world that I can do about it
I’ve become a cold case Bruised and black Laying on a table with my eyes rolled back A husband for dear Doe, Jane I used to fit in your arms like a book in a shelf Now I sit on the floor telling jokes to myself I hope I don’t become a good boy, slow and strong Minding my manners and tagging along A pet for my dear Doe, Jane I used to nip at the heels and bay at the moon Now I sit and stay like the good dogs do So let’s strap on our jaws and head back to the home land Where we sit and stare like it’s our god chosen gift
Non è una canzone d’amore, è una canzone d’ottobre
è un’ eufemismo, ma chiamiamole giornate storte
prendi un autobus, ti scaraventa nel deserto
e come cinema d’autunno, esce e senti freddo
ho disperso tutti i pezzi di me stesso,
ho perso tempo, ho perso anche tutto il resto
incontro gli altri, gli dico che sto reagendo
è come il cinema d’autunno, esci è buio pesto
fuori pioveva, dentro sigarette indiane
non è la solitudine che mi fa stare male
ma il fatto spicciolo di essere normale, inizio, svolgimento, fine è tutto così lineare, tutto così plateale
sono un altro, sono stanco,
tu ti arrabiavi e poi scopavamo in un parco
oggi non voglio uscire, resto a casa
in fondo la realtà effettiva è sopravvalutata
io lo so che tu mi amavi perchè provavi a cambiare
questa mia forma di immobilismo spirituale
ma anche tu sei sprofondata birra in mano sul divano
litigavamo, mettevo un disco e non ascoltavo, non ascoltavo
“che facciamo, partiamo insieme? 4 giorni a Copenaghen e vediamo che succede”
con gli occhi stanchi e l’aria di sfida, ma per favore!
come se ci fosse una risposta e se si trovasse altrove.
Le chiacchiere forzate, la droga, le risate,
la vita a proggettare, ma resta tutto mentale,
passarla e poi fumare, e poi pensare di viaggiare,
ma è solo un’altra sovrastruttura concettuale.
Vuoi la verità? Sono un nichista da bar,
fingo scettiscismo per non affrontare la realtà
passami l’accendino, così inizia la mia cura
è vincere disillusione, ma in realtà è solo paura.
Tu sai di nuovo
c'è Un vento insipido
E senza lacrime
E sei
Un dire illogico
Per niente fisico
E allora tu chi sei?
Uomo ormai
È un segno in più che dai
Rinchiuso al sole dormi
Cosa rimane per redimersi?
Sei tu di più
Di quello che sogni
Di quello che vuoi
With Led Zeppelin, everything was out of tune, and Plant sang wrong notes. But he was the one that showed me that there really aren’t any wrong notes.
Jeff Buckley
Yeah, but the closest I've come to perfection Is when you turned around to steal a kiss But you never trusted tomorrow Yeah, baby is that anyway to live your life?
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Yeah, but you showed me that I couldn't be farther From the truth of the problem at hand Oh, I could never say "baby, tomorrow Oh, I'll be right there!" I'm be your man Yeah, oh, I'll be your man
Above, below Under a lonely star Another day to sit around and dream As far as I can see As long as memory I'll be watching from afar Under the light of a lonely star My one and only lonely star
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