bellissimo!
ieri la Simona me l’ha detto chiaro è tondo: ho un problema con l’Altro
vorrei spingerti via e allo stesso tempo tenerti più vicino
non trovo l’equilibrio dovuto nella relazione con l’Altro che mi riguarda
non vedo cosa mi precede e cosa ne conseguirà
voglio semplicemente tutto.
lascio che porti via il mio cuore, e quando è già fuori mi accorgo del vuoto in cui resto
e poi scappo quando mi accorgo che non è la mia volontà ma quella dell’Altro che parla.
non posso fare altro che dire di sì.
because of who you are I give you glory
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Walking up to me expecting walking up to me
Expecting words it happens all the time
Present company accept it present company
Except the worst it happens every night
Ah aaaaah present company
Excluded every time
Ah aaaaaah present company
The best that you can find
Talking like a jerk
Except you are an actual jerk
And living proof that sometimes friends are mean
Present company expect it present company
Just laugh it off it’s better than it seems
Ah aaaaaah present company
Excluded in every way
Ah aaaaaah present company
Makes me wanna stay
Killing it with close inspecting
Killing it can only make it worse
It sort of makes it breed
Present company accepting
Presently we all expect the worst
Works just like a need
Ah aaaaah present company
Excluded in the night
Ah aaaaah present company
Included in the fight
ah aaaaaaaah, ah aaaaaaaah, aaaaaah
ah aaaaaaah
Don’t you want me to wake up?
Then give me just a bit of your time
Arguments are made from make outs
So give it just a little more time
We’ve got to bring our results
I wanna play it ’til the time comes
But there’s a string of divorces
You go and throw your little hands up
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I miss the way the night comes
With friends who always make it feel good
This basement has a cold glow
Though it’s better than a bunch of others
So go and dance yourself clean ..ooow
Go and dance yourself clean yeah
You’re throwing marks into pieces
Baby, they’re arguments, the pieces
It’s your show (x4)
Work a little bit ……?
Every night’s a different story
It’s a thirty car pile-up with you
Everybody’s getting younger
It’s the end of an era, it’s true
And you go
(Stop, stop, stop, stop)
*Break me into bigger pieces* Make me into bigger pieces
*So some of me is home with you* ……. he’s home with you
Wait until the weekend
And we can make our *bad* dreams come true
And it’s *a go* yeah, it’s *a go*
And if we wait until the weekend
We can miss the best thing to do oh
Go and dance yrself clean
Go and dance yourself clean
You’re throwing marks into pieces
Maybe they’re arguments the pieces
Oh
We should try a little harder
In the tedious march of the few
Every day’s a different warning
There’s a part of me hoping it’s true
write and quit in vim, my editor
mangia le carote siii
che ti fa bene!
carote carote carote
eeeee
sul fuoco si brucia tutto
ma non me ne importa niente
eeeee
viva le carote così
che ti fa bene!
non penso che alla strada, le scale, ancora strada da fare.
gli eritemi sembrano farmi le fusa
e le canzoni
i loro suoni sembrano darmi la caccia.
Lo so che queste sembrano parole d’onore.
Sono giovane,
e ho ancora molto da imparare.
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I wish that we could talk about it,
But there, that’s the problem.
With someone new I could have started,
Too late, for beginnings.
The little things that made me harassed,
Are gone, in a moment.
I miss the way we used to argue,
Locked, in your basement.
I wake up and the phone is ringing,
Surprised, as it’s early.
And that should be the perfect warning,
That something’s, a problem.
To tell the truth I saw it coming,
The way, you were breathing.
But nothing can prepare you for it,
The voice, on the other, end.
The worst is all the lovely weather,
I’m sad, it’s not raining.
The coffee isn’t even bitter,
Because, what’s the difference?
There’s all the work that needs to be done,
It’s late, for revision.
There’s all the time and all the planning,
And songs, to be finished.
And it keeps coming,
And it keeps coming,
And it keeps coming,
Till the day it stops
(Repeat x3)
And it keeps coming,
(Repeat x7)
Till the day it stops.
I wish that we could talk about it,
But there, that’s the problem.
With someone new I could have started,
Too late, for beginnings.
You’re smaller than my wife imagined,
Surprised, you were human.
There shouldn’t be this ring of silence,
But what, are the options?
When someone great is gone.
(Repeat x8)
We’re safe, for the moment.
Saved,
For the moment
on the surface
nothing happens
instead
on the radio
listening to you twice
I can’t stand my head hurting
hurting hurting
I risk to collapse
perhaps
I’m not the right one to be a right one
