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Solo Per Quella Frase..., ...le strofe che lasciano il segno... |
11 Oct 2006 - 20:10
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Multa paucis Gruppo: Moderatore Messaggi: 9463 Iscritto il: 18 April 2005 Utente Nr.: 75 |
Whatever happens, I'll leave it all to chance
Another heartache, another failed romance On and on, does anybody know what we are living for ? I guess I'm learning (I'm learning learning learning) I must be warmer now I'll soon be turning (turning turning turning) Round the corner now Outside the dawn is breaking But inside in the dark I'm aching to be free The show must go on The show must go on, yeah yeah Ooh, inside my heart is breaking My make-up may be flaking But my smile still stays on Queen - The show must go on |
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12 Oct 2006 - 01:03
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Super Member Gruppo: Utente Messaggi: 3788 Iscritto il: 28 May 2005 Da: autunno 2002 Utente Nr.: 134 |
La canzone che preferisco, ha un significato che mi fa sempre venire i brividi.
Non ho mai trovato un'altra canzone che descrivesse così bene lo stato d'animo che mi angoscia e mi affascina di più. Time dei Pink Floyd. Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day You fritter and waste the hours in an offhand way Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town Waiting for someone or something to show you the way Tired of lying in the sunshine Staying home to watch the rain And you are young and life is long And there is time to kill today And then one day you find Ten years have got behind you No one told you when to run You missed the starting gun And you run, and you run to catch up with the sun, but it's sinking Racing around to come up behind you again The sun is the same in a relative way, but you're older Shorter of breath and one day closer to death Every year is getting shorter Never seem to find the time Plans that either come to nought Or half a page of scribbled lines Hanging on in quiet desparation is the English way The time is gone The song is over Thought I'd something more to say Home, home again I like to be here when I can When I come home cold and tired It's good to warm my bones beside the fire Far away across the field The tolling of the iron bell Calls the faithful to their knees To hear the softly spoken magic spells (IMG:http://www.ferraraforum.it/style_emoticons/default/icon_cry2.gif) |
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