.ME, YEAH ME!.
MANILA, coniugata Hopkins, vedova Cobain, in culo alla maledetta che si è fottuta il mio nome e mi ha costretta a iscrivermi con 'frozen' annesso!! ATTENZIONE: cinica e acida..WHAT I LIKE.
I Nirvana, Dylan Dog, ascoltare musica scazzatissima sapendo che è l'ultima cosa che dovrei fare, il karate, l'estate, Gilda (la mia macchina), cazzeggiare con le persone giuste, stare al telefono ore senza dire niente, i tre o più puntini di sospensione, viaggiare, SoulCalibur (Raphael è decisamente uno degli uomini della mia vita, con Kurt e Dylan!!*__*), 'Infinità ' al buio nel mio letto, 'Smells Like Teen Spirit' alla mattina mentre vado a scuola, 'Wish You Were Here' in qualsiasi momento, 'Doll Parts' se sono depressa, 'Three Little Birds' se sono al di là della depressione totale......WHAT I HATE.
Le troiette che mi fottono il nome, quella maledetta canzone che si ripresenta quando non dovrebbe, i film/libri stupidi che dovrebbero essere uno svago e invece fanno venire il nervoso, la musica minchiosa di mio fratello, le minchiettinelovve che citano grandi tipo Kurt Cobain, Jim Morrison, Bob Marley estrapolando frasi a caso e mettendoci uno sfondo rosa e glitterocicciobomboso, i bimbiminkia che invadono il mondo, gli zarri quando aprono le gabbie, il freddo.MY MUSIC.
“In Webster's terms, Nirvana means freedom from pain, suffering and the external world, and that's pretty close to my definition of punk rockâ€. Cioè: quando dico musica è NIRVANA che intendo, ma apprezzo quasi qualsiasi forma di rock, VERO rock, oltre a qualcosa di metal. AC/DC; Alice Cooper; Blink-182; Bob Marley; David Bowie; Elvis Presley; Evanescence; Green Day (poco, pochissimo, praticamente solo Basket Case e When I Come Around); Guns'n'Roses; Korn; Linkin Park; Limp Bizkit; Marlene Kuntz; Matrioska; Melvins; Metallica; Muse; NOFX; Offspring; Punkreas; Queen; Red Hot Chili Peppers; Sex Pistols, in dosi minime; System Of A Down; Oasis; Ramones; Strokes; Vaselines; Yellowcard..GLI UOMINI DELLA MIA VITA.
.LE DONNE DELLA MIA VITA.
Labo; Ginger e la Minchiuzza, le uniche e inimitabili FIDE; Ila, insostituibile; Jodie Foster; Angelina Jolie, bellissima
As the world falls down
There's such a sad love
Deep in your eyes, a kind of pale jewel
Open and closed within your eyes
I'll place the sky within your eyes...
There's such a fooled heart,
Beating so fast in search of new dreams
A love that will last within your heart
I'll place the moon within your heart...
As the pain sweeps through
Makes no sense for you
Every thrill has gone
Wasn't too much fun at all
But I'll be there for you
As the world falls down
Falling
(As the world) Falling down
Falling in love
I'll paint you mornings of gold
I'll spin you Valentine evenings
Though we're strangers till now
We're choosing the path between the stars
I'll leave my love between the stars
As the pain sweeps through
Makes no sense for you
Every thrill has gone
Wasn't too much fun at all
But I'll be there for you
As the world falls down
Falling
(As the world) Falling down
Falling
As the world falls down
Falling
Falling
Falling
Falling in love
As the world falls down
(down) Falling
Falling
Falling in love
As the world falls down
Falling
Falling
Falling
Makes no sense at all
Makes no sense to fall
Falling
As the world falls down
Falling
Falling
Falling in love
As the world falls down
(down) Falling
Falling in love
Falling in love
Falling in love
Falling
Falling in love
David Bowie
I’m Eighteen
Lines form on my face and hands!
Lines form from the ups and downs!
I'm in the middle without any plans!
I'm a boy and I'm a man!
I'm eighteen and I don't know what I want!
Eighteen! I just don't know what I want!
Eighteen! I gotta get away!
I gotta get out of this place!
I'll go runnin in outer space!
Oh yeah!
I got a baby's brain and
an old man's heart!
Took eighteen years to get this far!
Don't always know what I'm talkin' about!
Feels like I'm livin in the middle of doubt!
Cause I'm eighteen!
I get confused every day!
Eighteen! I just don't know what to say!
Eighteen! I gotta get away!
Lines form on my face and my hands!
Lines form on the left and right!
I'm in the middle, the middle of life!
I'm a boy and I'm a man!
I'm eighteen and I like it!
Yes, I like it!
Oh, I like it!
Love it!
Like it!
Love it!
Eighteen!
Eighteen!
Eighteen!
Eighteen and I like it!
Alice Cooper
Basta interventi lagnosi, che mi è preso?!! <sciaff> <sciaff>
Buongiorno, mondo! Ora che sono tornata in me è tornato anche il mio ottimismo, che direi è fondamentale. Quindi posto questa splendida canzone di Bob Marley. Ascoltandola, in ogni situazione, mi convinco che niente può andare male.
E come dice Bob, saggio, filosofo, I WON’T WORRY!!
Three Little Birds
Don't worry about a thing,
'cause every little thing gonna be all right.
Singin': don't worry about a thing,
'cause every little thing gonna be all right!
Rise up this morning,
smiled with the risin' sun,
three little birds
pitch by my doorstep
singin' sweet songs
of melodies pure and true,
sayin', this is my message to you-ou-ou
Singin': don't worry 'bout a thing,
'cause every little thing gonna be all right.
Singin': don't worry (don't worry) 'bout a thing,
'cause every little thing gonna be all right!"
Rise up this mornin',
smiled with the risin' sun,
three little birds
pitch by my doorstep
singin' sweet songs
of melodies pure and true,
sayin', this is my message to you-ou-ou
Singin': don't worry about a thing, worry about a thing, oh!
Every little thing gonna be all right. Don't worry!
Singin': don't worry about a thing - I won't worry!
'Cause every little thing gonna be all right.
Singin': don't worry about a thing,
'cause every little thing gonna be all right - I won't worry!
Singin': don't worry about a thing,
'cause every little thing gonna be all right.
Singin': don't worry about a thing, oh no!
'Cause every little thing gonna be all right!
Bob Marley and The Wailers
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We are the champions
I've paid my dues
Time after time
I've done my sentence
But committed no crime
And bad mistakes
I've made a few
I've had my share of sand
Kicked in my face
But I've come through
And we mean to go on and on and on and on
We are the champions, my friends
And we'll keep on fighting
Till the end
We are the champions
We are the champions
No time for losers
'Cause we are the champions of the World
I've taken my bows
And my curtain calls
You brought me fame and fortune
And everything that goes with it
I thank you all
But it's been no bed of roses
No pleasure cruise
I consider it a challenge before
The whole human race
And I ain't gonna lose
And we mean to go on and on and on and on
We are the champions, my friends
And we'll keep on fighting
Till the end
We are the champions
We are the champions
No time for losers
'Cause we are the champions of the World
We are the champions, my friends
And we'll keep on fighting
Till the end
We are the champions
We are the champions
No time for losers
'Cause we are the champions
Queen
Questa canzone splendida, non me ne vogliano i mitici Queen se li scomodo per così poco, è dedicata a chi come la sottoscritta ha passato il debito di greco, cioè a cani e porci ma vabbè. L’importante è che l’abbiamo passato, in culo alla torpedine e alla Scilly!!
Siamo mitici, vogliamoci bene!!
Manila, mi congratulo con te. Sei una grande. Anche voialtri non siete stati niente male….. ma la classe non è acqua, è ARIA FRITTA!!!! <muahahahahah>
Ok finito il delirio post-scuola guida…..
Aggiungo solo che….. la Mafia si può sconfiggere!!!
Manila,
signora incontrastata del greco antico e padrona delle lingue del mondo (ops, temo che questa finirà sullo Zincarelli….)
Disarm
Disarm you with a smile
And cut you like you want me to
Cut that little child
Inside of me and such a part of you
Ooh, the years burn
I used to be a little boy
So old in my shoes
And what I choose is my choice
What’s a boy supposed to do?
The killer in me is the killer in you
My love
I send this smile over to you
Disarm you with a smile
And leave you like they left me here
To wither in denial
The bitterness of one who’s left alone
Ooh, the years burn
Ooh, the years burn, burn, burn
I used to be a little boy
So old in my shoes
And what I choose is my voice
What’s a boy supposed to do?
The killer in me is the killer in you
My love
I send this smile over to you
The killer in me is the killer in you
Send this smile over to you
The killer in me is the killer in you
Send this smile over to you
The killer in me is the killer in you
Send this smile over to you
Smashing Pumpkins
Wish You Were Here
So, so you think you can tell Heaven from Hell,
blue skies from pain
Can you tell a green field from a cold steel rail?
A smile from a veil, Do you think you can tell?
And did they get you trade your heroes for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees? Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change?
And did you exchange a walk on part in the war for a lead role in a cage?
How I wish, how I wish you were here
We're just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl, year after year, running over the same old ground
What have we found? The same old fears, wish you were here.
Pink Floyd
la cosa più speciale che mi potessi offrire: un lampo d’infinità,
che non mi fa dormire, e non mi fa vegliare: ora è per sempre ora……
Marlene Kuntz
Poison
Your cruel device
Your blood like ice
One look could kill
My pain, your thrill
I want to love you, but I better not touch (Don't touch)
I want to hold you but my senses tell me to stop
I want to kiss you but I want it too much (Too much)
I want to taste you but your lips are venomous poison
You're poison runnin' thru my veins
You're poison, I don't want to break these chains
Your mouth, so hot
Your web, I'm caught
Your skin, so wet
Black lace on sweat
I hear you calling and it's needles and pins (And pins)
I want to hurt you just to hear you screaming my name
Don't want to touch you but you're under my skin (Deep in)
I want to kiss you but your lips are venomous poison
You're poison runnin' thru my veins
You're poison, I don't want to break these chains
Poison…
One look could kill
My pain, your thrill
I want to love you, but I better not touch (Don't touch)
I want to hold you but my senses tell me to stop
I want to kiss you but I want it too much (Too much)
I want to taste you but your lips are venomous poison
You're poison runnin' thru my veins
You're poison, I don't want to break these chains
Poison…
I want to love you, but I better not touch (Don't touch)
I want to hold you but my senses tell me to stop
I want to kiss you but I want it too much (Too much)
I want to taste you but your lips are venomous poison, yeah
I don't want to break these chains Poison, oh no
Runnin'deep inside my veins, Burnin'deep inside my veins
It's poison I don't want to break these chains
Alice Cooper
Don't read my diary when I'm gone.
OK, I'm going to work now.
When you wake up this morning, please read my diary.
Look through my things, and figure me out.
Kurt Cobain
