Il testo del giorno

The Sun And The Moon And The Stars


One subtle look
God help me
Is all it took
To sell me
One single word
Unspoken
Your name unheard
And I'm broken

The sun and the moon
and the stars in the sky
Are laughing
They've seen it all before
For the wind in the trees
and the waves on the seas
It's the same thing
They can't take any more

One gentle touch
and I'm helpless
It's all too much
For my senses
One simple prayer
Denied me
When you're not there
Beside me

The sun and the moon
and the stars in the sky
Are laughing
They've seen it all before
For the wind in the trees
and the waves on the seas
It's the same thing
They can't take any more

Depeche Mode

:'(

Can't Take My Eyes Off Of You

You're just too good to be true.
Can't take my eyes off you.
You'd be like heaven to touch.
I wanna hold you so much.
At long last love has arrived.
And I thank God I'm alive.
You're just too good to be true.
Can't take my eyes off you.

Pardon the way that I stare.
There's nothing else to compare.
The thought of you leaves me weak.
There are no words left to speak.
But if you feel like I feel.
then let me know that it's real.
You're just too good to be true.
Can't take my eyes off you.

I love you baby, and if it's quite all right,
I need you baby to warm my lonely night.
I love you baby.
Trust in me when I say:
I love you baby, don't let me down, I pray.
I love you baby, now that I found you. Stay.

And let me love you, baby. Let me love you ...

You're just too good to be true.
Can't take my eyes off you.
You'd be like heaven to touch.
I wanna hold you so much.
At long last love has arrived.
And I thank God I'm alive.
You're just too good to be true.
Can't take my eyes off you.


I love you baby, and if it's quite allright,
I need you baby to warm the lonely night.
I love you baby.
Trust in me when I say:
I love you baby, don't bring me down, I pray.
I love you baby, now that I found you. Stay.


And let me love you, baby. Let me love you ...


I love you baby, and if it's quite allright...

                                                            Gloria Gaynor

Patience lyrics
1,2,1,2,3,4
[whistle]
Shed a tear 'cause I'm missin' you
I'm still alright to smile
Girl, I think about you every day now
Was a time when I wasn't sure
But you set my mind at ease
There is no doubt
You're in my heart now

Said, woman, take it slow
It'll work itself out fine
All we need is just a little patience
Said, sugar, make it slow
And we come together fine
All we need is just a little patience
(patience)
Mm, yeah

I sit here on the stairs
'Cause I'd rather be alone
If I can't have you right now
I'll wait, dear
Sometimes I get so tense
But I can't speed up the time
But you know, love
There's one more thing to consider

Said, woman, take it slow
And things will be just fine
You and I'll just use a little patience
Said, sugar, take the time
'Cause the lights are shining bright
You and I've got what it takes
To make it, We won't fake it,
I'll never break it
'cause I can't take it

[whistle]
...little patience, mm yeah, mm yeah
need a little patience, yeah
just a little patience, yeah
some more patience, yeah
need some patience, yeah
could use some patience, yeah
gotta have some patience, yeah
all it takes is patience,
just a little patience
is all you need *

I BEEN WALKIN' THE STREETS AT NIGHT
JUST TRYIN' TO GET IT RIGHT
HARD TO SEE WITH SO MANY AROUND
YOU KNOW I DON'T LIKE
BEING STUCK IN THE CROWD
AND THE STREETS DON'T CHANGE
BUT BABY THE NAME
I AIN'T GOT TIME FOR THE GAME
'CAUSE I NEED YOU
YEAH, YEAH, BUT I NEED YOU
OO, I NEED YOU
WHOA, I NEED YOU
OO, ALL THIS TIME **
(ah)


Guns 'n' roses - Patience

Must Be The Ganja



Yea, (oh, oh), yea yea, oh

I feel like dancing
I feel like dancing

I smell something in the air that's making me (high)
I said I smell something in the air that's making me high

Ok here we go, do-re-mi-fa-so, I'm so la-di-da so
Lyrical rise flow, give back the tobasco
You mother fuckers mustsanot know the tic tac songs
Time to show you the mo kick ass flow in the cosmos
Picasso with a pick axe a sick asshole
She tac toe frozen six pack with exacto
Knives, strangling wives with pig lasso
Few bags of the the grass, zig zags, I'm with the doc so
You know how that go, skull and the crossbones
This is poison, the boys and girls who do not know
You do not want to try this at home my novato (novice)
This is niether the time or the place to get macho
So crack a six pack, sit back with some nachos
Maybe some popcorn, and watch the show and just rock slow
It's not what you expected, tho what you thought though
Bout time to you wake the fuck up smell the pot smoke

It must be the ganja
It's the marijuana
That's creepin upon me why I'm so high
Maybe it's the hinde that has gotten in me
Whatever's gotten into me I don't mind

It must be the ganja
It's the marijuana
That's creepin upon me why I'm so high
Maybe it's the hinde that has gotten in me
Whatever's gotten into me I don't mind

Your dreams of getting the pill, you are literally getting the drill
Spitting at will, me and Dre have just finished splitting a pill
You're submitting to skill, sitting still, I'm admitting, I'm beginning to feel
Like I don't think anyone's real,
Faced with a dilemma, I can be Dali Llama and become a bin gramma a step beyond a Jeffrey Dahmer
Please don't upset me mama, you lookin sexy mama,
Don't know if this the lala or the rum and pepsi mama
Don't want to end up inside my refrigerator freezer,
Be used as extra topping the next time I make a pizza
How many people you know can name every serial killer who ever existed in a row,
Put em in chronological order beginning with Jack the Ripper,
Name the time and place from the body the bag the zipper,
Location of the woods where the body was dragged and then dumped,
The trunk that they were stuffed in, the model the make the plate
And which motel which lake they found her in,
And how they attacked the victim,
Say which murder weapon was used to do what and which one,
Which night it was done, what kid would write there was none,
So sloppy like this it's fun, the fuckin ecstasy goes

It must be the ganja
It's the marijuana
That's creepin upon me why I'm so high
Maybe it's the hinde that has gotten in me
Whatever's gotten into me I don't mind

It must be the ganja
It's the marijuana
That's creepin upon me why I'm so high
Maybe it's the hinde that has gotten in me
Whatever's gotten into me I don't mind

When I'm behind a mic dynamite is what it's kinda like
Get stuck with that same stick that you're trying to light
Behind the boards is Dre, legends are made this way
Isn't it safe to say, this is the way it should be?
Maybe you need some lyric syrup sign for your symptoms
Heres a dosage of the antidote now you give him some,
He can give her some, she can give him some
Get behind a lynn drum, make up a beat and kill the sucka syndrome
You're spitting drama when it comes to lyrics and penance I'm
Starting from scratch and then ending up at the end ending up
Capable of bringing a bullets a stillunbelievable bullets a
Titanium brain that's full of, surprises
When the smoke rises right before your very own eyes
You stare into your stereos eyes
Good evening, this ain't even a weed thing,
I didn't even smoke anything, I didn't even drink anything

It must be the ganja
It's the marijuana
That's creepin upon me why I'm so high
Maybe it's the hinde that has gotten in me
Whatever's gotten into me I don't mind

It must be the ganja
It's the marijuana
That's creepin upon me why I'm so high
Maybe it's the hinde that has gotten in me
Whatever's gotten into me I don't mind


              Eminem


:'(

Lo scrutatore non votante

Lo scrutatore non votante
è indifferente alla politica
Ci tiene assai a dire “ohissa!”
Ma poi non scende dalla macchina
È come un ateo praticante
Seduto in chiesa alla domenica
Si mette apposta un pò in disparte
Per dissentire dalla predica

Lo scrutatore non votante
È solo un titolo o un immagine
Per cui sarebbe interessante
Verificarlo in un indagine
Intervistate quel cantante
Che non ascolta mai la musica
Oltre alla sua in ogni istante
Sentiamo come si giustifica

Lo scrutatore non votante
È come un sasso che non rotola
Tiene le mani nelle tasche
E i pugni stretti quando nevica
Prepara un viaggio ma non parte
Pulisce casa ma non ospita
Conosce i nomi delle piante
Che taglia con la sega elettrica

Lo scrutatore non votante
Conserva intatta la sua etica
E dalle droghe si rinfresca
Con una bibita analcolica
Ha collegato la stampante
Ma non spedisce mai una lettera
Si è comperato un mangia-carte
Per sbarazzarsi della verità

Lo scrutatore non votante
È sempre stato un uomo fragile
Poteva essere farfalla
Ed è rimasto una crisalide
Telefonate al cartomante
Che non contatta neanche l’aldiquà
Siccome è calvo usa il turbante
E quando è freddo anche la coppola

Lo scrutatore non votante
Con un sapone che non scivola
Si fa la doccia 10 volte
E ha le formiche sulla tavola
Prepara un viaggio ma non parte
Pulisce casa ma non ospita
Conosce i nomi delle piante
Che taglia con la sega elettrica

Lo Fa svenire un po’ di sangue
Ma poi è per la sedia elettrica.

Samuele Bersani

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Il discorso di Thomas Sankara,un grande uomo che sognava di vedere il proprio popolo felice,con tre pasti al giorno e 10 litri di acqua per tutti. Un presidente che girava in bicicletta, che rifiutò gli aiuti internazionali perchè il suo popolo doveva farcela da solo,che fece costruire scuole ed ospedali eliminando gli sprechi in uno dei paesi più poveri del mondo,che rinominò Burkina Faso,la terra degli uomini retti. Un presidente sognatore che amava il suo popolo,e che venne barbaramente giustiziato dai suoi nemici che non volevano un Africa libera, Gli USA e la Francia. Ricordate persone come loro perchè come diceva lui : "ci sono milioni di Sankara in giro".