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DonVito
ex "quentin83"
Reg.: 14 Gen 2004
Messaggi: 11488
Da: torino (TO)
|  Inviato: 22-09-2006 11:04 |
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martha, fidati che i miei amici meritano....
e poi mark tremonti
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Regista: "Digli che mi chieda qualsiasi altra cosa, ma questo é un favore che non posso fare"
Tom Hagen: "Lui non chiede un secondo favore se gli si rifiuta il primo, capisci?" |
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RICHMOND
Reg.: 03 Mag 2003
Messaggi: 13088
Da: genova (GE)
| | Inviato: 22-09-2006 12:10 |
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quote:
In data 2006-09-21 13:29, Leon308 scrive:
e chiudiamo con quest'ottimo live
quote:
In data 2006-09-21 11:39, martha72 scrive:
Ma che fine hanno fatto i Gun's?
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ultima news sui (nuovi, perché tanto ormai è rimasto solo Axl) Guns:
- Axl Rose, cantante dei Guns N’ Roses, insiste che il nuovo album della band, atteso da oltre una decade, non è ancora stato pubblicato perché lui si rifiuta di rilasciare un disco brutto.
Il rocker sta lavorando a “Chinese Democracy” da oltre dieci anni, ma difende tutto questo tempo come necessario per mettere insieme il materiale.
“Voglio fare un ottimo disco, non desidero pubblicare un lavoro insoddisfacente ..” ha affermato Axl al New York magazine. La band proseguirà il tour e promette che l’album sarà completato prima della fine dell’anno. Speriamo sia la volta buona! - 14 settembre 2006
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Aspettiamo pazientemente.
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L'amico Fritz diceva che un film che ha bisogno di essere commentato, non è un buon film . Forse, nella sua somma chiaroveggenza, gli erano apparsi in sogno i miei post. |
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martha72
Reg.: 08 Ago 2005
Messaggi: 6235
Da: san lorenzo isontino (GO)
| | Inviato: 22-09-2006 12:17 |
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quote:
In data 2006-09-22 11:04, DonVito scrive:
martha, fidati che i miei amici meritano....
e poi mark tremonti
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Buona! gradisci questa..
ho un debole per Erik Shrody.. |
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Ahsaas
Reg.: 18 Apr 2006
Messaggi: 779
Da: Parma - India (es)
| | Inviato: 22-09-2006 14:35 |
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dopo il passato,
dedicato al futuro e ai futuri amori:
Quando l'abitudine colpisce forte
e il desiderio è al minimo
e il risentimento è al massimo
da non far crescere le emozioni
e noi cambiamo i nostri percorsi
prendendo strade differenti
allora l'amore,l'amore ci farà a pezzi di nuovo
perchè la stanza da letto è così fredda
mentre rimango lontano dal tuo lato
è la mia sincronizzazione che è difettosa,
il nostro rispetto così arido?
tuttavia c'è ancora questa attrazione
che abbiamo mantenuto durante le nostre vite
l'amore,l'amore ci farà a pezzi di nuovo
piangi ancora nel sonno
tutti i miei fallimenti esibiti?
ho un gusto in bocca
mentre la disperazione mi consuma
è qualcosa di così buono
che non può proprio più funzionare?
quando l'amore,l'amore ci farà a pezzi di nuovo.
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DonVito
ex "quentin83"
Reg.: 14 Gen 2004
Messaggi: 11488
Da: torino (TO)
| | Inviato: 22-09-2006 15:54 |
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McMurphy
Reg.: 27 Dic 2002
Messaggi: 7223
Da: Verano Brianza (MI)
| | Inviato: 22-09-2006 16:32 |
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Anna come sono tante anna permalosa
anna bello sguardo
sguardo che ogni giorno
perde qualcosa
se chiude gli occhi lei lo sa
stella di periferia
anna con le amiche
anna che vorrebbe andar via
marco grosse scarpe e poca carne
marco cuore in allarme
con sua madre una sorella
poca vita sempre quella
se chiude gli occhi lui lo sa
lupo di periferia
marco col branco
marco che vorrebbe andar via
e la luna e' una palla
ed il cielo e' un biliardo
quante stelle nei flippers
sono piu' di un miliardo
marco dentro a un bar
non sa cosa fara'
poi c'e' qualcuno che trova una moto
si puo' andare in citta'
anna bello sguardo non perde un ballo
marco che a ballare sembra un cavallo
in un locale che e' uno schifo
poca gente che li guarda
c'e' una checca che fa il tifo
ma dimmi tu dove sara'
dov'e' la strada per le stelle
mentre parlano
si guardano e si scambiano la pelle
e cominciano a volare
con tre salti sono fuori dal locale
con un aria da commedia americana
sta finendo anche questa settimana
ma l'america e' lontana
dall'altra parte della luna
che li guarda e anche se ride
a vederla mette quasi paura
e la luna in un silenzio
ora si avvicina
con un mucchio di stelle
cade per strada
luna che cammina
luna di citta'
poi passa un cane che sente qualcosa
li guarda abbaia e se ne va
anna avrebbe voluto morire
marco voleva andarsene lontano
qualcuno li ha visti tornare
tenendosi per mano
dedicated to Genoveffa |
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martha72
Reg.: 08 Ago 2005
Messaggi: 6235
Da: san lorenzo isontino (GO)
| | Inviato: 22-09-2006 16:40 |
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denisuccia
Reg.: 14 Apr 2002
Messaggi: 16972
Da: sanremo (IM)
| | Inviato: 23-09-2006 14:47 |
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Fire in the disco
Fire in the taco bell
Fire in the disco
Fire in the gates of hell
Don't you want to know how we keep starting fires?
It's my desire, It's my desire, It's my desire
Don't you want to know how we keep starting fires?
It's my desire, It's my desire, It's my desire
Danger! Danger! High Voltage!
When we touch, When we kiss
Danger! Danger! High Voltage!
When we touch, when we kiss
When we touch
Danger! Danger! High Voltage!
When we touch, When we kiss
Danger! Danger! High Voltage!
When we touch, when we kiss
When we touch, when we kiss
Don't you want to know how we keep starting fires?
It's my desire, It's my desire
Don't you want to know how we keep starting fires?
It's my desire, It's my desire
Danger! Danger! High Voltage!
When we touch, When we kiss
Danger! Danger! High Voltage!
When we touch, when we kiss
When we touch
Danger! Danger! High Voltage!
When we touch, When we kiss
Danger! Danger! High Voltage!
When we touch, when we kiss
When we touch, when we kiss
No more
Fire in the disco
Fire in the disco
Fire in the taco bell
Fire in the disco
Fire in the disco
Fire in the gates of Hell
Gates of Hell
Che si addice a questo sabato pomeriggio!
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L'improvviso rossore sulle guance di Thérèse, identificato immediatamente come il segno dell'Amore, quando io avevo sperato in una innocente tubercolosi. |
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lorelai
Reg.: 23 Set 2004
Messaggi: 2054
Da: varese (VA)
| | Inviato: 23-09-2006 15:30 |
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ad Adolfa
At first I was afraid, I was petrified
I kept thinkin' I could never live without you by my side
But then I spent so many nights just thinking how you’ve done me wrong
And I grew strong, I learned how to get along
And so you're back from outer space,
I just walked in to find you here with that, that look upon your face
I should have changed my fucking lock
I would have made you leave your key
If I’d have known for just one second you'd be back to bother me.
Oh now go, walk out the door
Just turn around now, you're not welcome anymore.
Weren't you the one who tried to break me with desire?
Did you think I'd crumble? Did you think I'd lay down and die?
Oh not I, I will survive
Yeah, as long as I know how to love, I know I'll be alive.
I've got all my life to live,
I've got all my love to give,
I will survive
I will survive
Yeah, yeah...
It took all the strength I had just not to fall apart,
I’m tryin' hard to mend the pieces of my broken heart
And I spent oh so many nights just feelin' sorry for myself,
I used to cry
But now I hold my head up high.
And you’ll see me with somebody new
I'm not that stupid little person still in love with you.
And so you thought you’d just drop by and you expect me to be free,
But now I'm saving all my lovin' for someone who's lovin' me,
Oh now go, walk out the door.
Just turn around now, you're not welcome anymore.
Weren't you the one who tried to break me with desire?
Did you think I'd crumble? Did you think I'd lay down and die?
Oh not I, I will survive
Yeah, as long as I know how to love I know I'll be alive,
I've got all my life to live,
I've got all my love to give,
I will survive
I will survive
Yeah, yeah…
(Cake version, ovviamente)
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Narcotic? Yes please, I'll have a sample. |
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denisuccia
Reg.: 14 Apr 2002
Messaggi: 16972
Da: sanremo (IM)
| | Inviato: 23-09-2006 15:31 |
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quote:
In data 2006-09-23 15:30, lorelai scrive:
ad Adolfa
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L'improvviso rossore sulle guance di Thérèse, identificato immediatamente come il segno dell'Amore, quando io avevo sperato in una innocente tubercolosi. |
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liliangish
Reg.: 23 Giu 2002
Messaggi: 10879
Da: Matera (MT)
| | Inviato: 23-09-2006 15:32 |
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Hurricane Hurricane
Bob Dylan
Pistol shots ring out in the barroom night
Enter Patty Valentine from the upper hall.
She sees the bartender in a pool of blood,
Cries out, "My God, they killed them all!"
Here comes the story of the Hurricane,
The man the authorities came to blame
For somethin' that he never done.
Put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a been
The champion of the world.
Three bodies lyin' there does Patty see
And another man named Bello, movin' around mysteriously.
"I didn't do it," he says, and he throws up his hands
"I was only robbin' the register, I hope you understand.
I saw them leavin'," he says, and he stops
"One of us had better call up the cops."
And so Patty calls the cops
And they arrive on the scene with their red lights flashin'
In the hot New Jersey night.
Meanwhile, far away in another part of town
Rubin Carter and a couple of friends are drivin' around.
Number one contender for the middleweight crown
Had no idea what kinda shit was about to go down
When a cop pulled him over to the side of the road
Just like the time before and the time before that.
In Paterson that's just the way things go.
If you're black you might as well not show up on the street
'Less you wanna draw the heat.
Alfred Bello had a partner and he had a rap for the cops.
Him and Arthur Dexter Bradley were just out prowlin' around
He said, "I saw two men runnin' out, they looked like middleweights
They jumped into a white car with out-of-state plates."
And Miss Patty Valentine just nodded her head.
Cop said, "Wait a minute, boys, this one's not dead"
So they took him to the infirmary
And though this man could hardly see
They told him that he could identify the guilty men.
Four in the mornin' and they haul Rubin in,
Take him to the hospital and they bring him upstairs.
The wounded man looks up through his one dyin' eye
Says, "Wha'd you bring him in here for? He ain't the guy!"
Yes, here's the story of the Hurricane,
The man the authorities came to blame
For somethin' that he never done.
Put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a been
The champion of the world.
Four months later, the ghettos are in flame,
Rubin's in South America, fightin' for his name
While Arthur Dexter Bradley's still in the robbery game
And the cops are puttin' the screws to him, lookin' for somebody to blame.
"Remember that murder that happened in a bar?"
"Remember you said you saw the getaway car?"
"You think you'd like to play ball with the law?"
"Think it might-a been that fighter that you saw runnin' that night?"
"Don't forget that you are white."
Arthur Dexter Bradley said, "I'm really not sure."
Cops said, "A poor boy like you could use a break
We got you for the motel job and we're talkin' to your friend Bello
Now you don't wanta have to go back to jail, be a nice fellow.
You'll be doin' society a favor.
That sonofabitch is brave and gettin' braver.
We want to put his ass in stir
We want to pin this triple murder on him
He ain't no Gentleman Jim."
Rubin could take a man out with just one punch
But he never did like to talk about it all that much.
It's my work, he'd say, and I do it for pay
And when it's over I'd just as soon go on my way
Up to some paradise
Where the trout streams flow and the air is nice
And ride a horse along a trail.
But then they took him to the jailhouse
Where they try to turn a man into a mouse.
All of Rubin's cards were marked in advance
The trial was a pig-circus, he never had a chance.
The judge made Rubin's witnesses drunkards from the slums
To the white folks who watched he was a revolutionary bum
And to the black folks he was just a crazy nigger.
No one doubted that he pulled the trigger.
And though they could not produce the gun,
The D.A. said he was the one who did the deed
And the all-white jury agreed.
Rubin Carter was falsely tried.
The crime was murder "one," guess who testified?
Bello and Bradley and they both baldly lied
And the newspapers, they all went along for the ride.
How can the life of such a man
Be in the palm of some fool's hand?
To see him obviously framed
Couldn't help but make me feel ashamed to live in a land
Where justice is a game.
Now all the criminals in their coats and their ties
Are free to drink martinis and watch the sun rise
While Rubin sits like Buddha in a ten-foot cell
An innocent man in a living hell.
That's the story of the Hurricane,
But it won't be over till they clear his name
And give him back the time he's done.
Put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a been
The champion of the world.
Uragano
La pistola spara nel locale notturno,
entra Patty Valentine da una camera soprastante la sala
e vede il barista in una pozza di sangue
piange, "mio dio, li hanno uccisi tutti"
qui inizia la storia di Uragano
l'uomo che le autorità hanno accusato
per qualcosa che lui non ha mai fatto
l'hanno messo in prigione, ma un tempo lui avrebbe potuto essere
Il campione del mondo
Patty vede tre corpi stesi a terra
e un altro uomo chiamato Bello, che si muove furtivamente
"io non l'ho fatto" disse lui agitando le mani
"stavo solo derubando la cassa, spero che capisci
li ho visti uscire" disse, e si fermò
"uno di noi farebbe meglio a chiamare la polizia"
e cosi Patty chiamò la polizia
arrivarono sulla scena con le sirene lampeggianti
in quella calda notte nel New Jersey
Nel frattempo, lontano in un'altra parte della città
Rubin Carter e alcuni amici girano in auto
il primo contendente della corona per i pesi medi
non ha idea di che merda stava per succedere
quando un poliziotto lo fece accostare sulla strada
come tempo prima e tempo prima ancora
A Paterson questo é come le cose possono accadere
se sei nero non devi farti vedere per strada
a meno che non vuoi accettare la sfida
Alfred Bello aveva un partner che aveva una soffiata per la polizia
lui ed Arthur Dexter Bradley si aggiravano nella zona
Disse "ho visto due uomini correre fuori, sembravano pesi medi
sono saltati in un'auto bianca con targa di "fuori"
e Miss Patty Valentine semplicemente accennò con il capo
il poliziotto disse "aspettate un minuto, ragazzi, questo qui non é morto"
cosi lo portarono in infermeria
e pensarono che quest'uomo non ci vedeva bene
loro gli dissero che lui poteva idendificare il colpevole
alle 4 del mattino trascinarono Rubin dentro
lo portarono in ospedale e su per le scale
l'uomo ferito lo guardò attraverso il suo occhio morente
disse "perché l'avete portato qui? non é lui!"
si, ecco la storia di Uragano
l'uomo che le autorità hanno accusato
per qualcosa che lui non ha mai fatto
l'hanno messo in prigione, ma un tempo lui avrebbe potuto essere
Il campione del mondo
4 mesi dopo i ghetti erano in fiamme
Rubin é in Sud America che combatte per il suo nome
mentre Arthur Dexter Bradley é ancora nel giro di furti
e i poliziotti lo stanno torchiando cercando qualcuno da incolpare
"ricordi l'assassinio che successe in un bar"
"ricordi tu dicesti che hai visto l'auto in fuga"
"pensi di giocare con la legge?"
"pensi possa essere stato quel combattente che hai visto correre fuori quella notte?"
"non dimenticare che tu sei bianco"
Arthur Dexter Bradley disse "davvero non sono sicuro"
il poliziotto disse "un povero ragazzo come te deve darsi una possibilità
ti abbiamo preso per il colpo al motel e stiamo parlando con il tuo amico Bello
ora tu non vuoi tornare in cella vero? Fai il bravo ragazzo
faresti un favore alla società
quel figlio di puttana é coraggioso e diventa sempre piu coraggioso
vogliamo rompergli il culo
vogliamo addossargli questo triplo omicidio
lui non é un gentleman
Rubin puo stendere un uomo solo con un pugno
ma non gli ha mai fatto piacere parlarne
é il mio lavoro, disse, lo faccio perché mi pagano
e quando é finito l'incontro voglio solo al piu presto possibile tornare per la mia strada
Lassu in qualche paradiso
dove nei fiumi ci sono trote e l'aria é dolce
e cavalchi nel verde
ma poi loro lo misero in prigione
dove cercarono di trasformare un uomo in un topo
Tutte le carte di Rubin erano state marcate in anticipo
Il processo fù un circo di maiali, non aveva possibilità
Il giudice fece passare per alcolizzato e inaffidabile il testimone di Rubin
per la gente bianca che stava a guardare lui era un fannullone rivoluzionario
e per la gente nera lui era solo un pazzo negro
nessuno dubitò che fu lui a premere il grilletto
sebbene loro non avessero trovato l'arma
L'accusa disse che fu lui a compiere l'atto
e la giuria composta di bianchi fu d'accordo
Rubin Carter fu ingiustamente condannato
L'accusa fu omicidio, indovina chi ha testimoniato?
Bello e Bradley ed entrambi mentirono
e i giornali, tutti ci mangiarono sopra
Come puo la vita di un uomo
essere nelle mani di qualche pazzo?
Vederlo ovviamente incastrato
non può aiutarlo ma mi fa vergognare di vivere in un paese
dove la giustizia é un gioco
Ora tutti i criminali nei loro cappotti e con le loro cravatte
sono liberi di bere Martini e guardare il tramonto
mentre Rubin siede come Budda in una piccola cella
un innocente in una camera infernale
questa é la storia di Uragano
ma non é finita finchè loro non gli ridaranno il suo nome
e il tempo perso
messo in una prigione, ma un tempo lui avrebbe potuto essere
Il campione del mondo
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...e trentadue piccole bianche cose come d'avorio che si sparpagliarono qua e là per il pavimento.
[ Questo messaggio è stato modificato da: liliangish il 23-09-2006 alle 15:33 ] |
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Deeproad
Reg.: 08 Lug 2002
Messaggi: 25368
Da: Capocity (CA)
| | Inviato: 23-09-2006 16:49 |
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quote:
In data 2006-09-23 15:32, liliangish scrive:
Pistol shots ring out in the barroom night
Enter Patty Valentine from the upper hall.
She sees the bartender in a pool of blood,
Cries out, "My God, they killed them all!"
Here comes the story of the Hurricane,
The man the authorities came to blame
For somethin' that he never done.
Put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a been
The champion of the world.
Three bodies lyin' there does Patty see
And another man named Bello, movin' around mysteriously.
"I didn't do it," he says, and he throws up his hands
"I was only robbin' the register, I hope you understand.
I saw them leavin'," he says, and he stops
"One of us had better call up the cops."
And so Patty calls the cops
And they arrive on the scene with their red lights flashin'
In the hot New Jersey night.
Meanwhile, far away in another part of town
Rubin Carter and a couple of friends are drivin' around.
Number one contender for the middleweight crown
Had no idea what kinda shit was about to go down
When a cop pulled him over to the side of the road
Just like the time before and the time before that.
In Paterson that's just the way things go.
If you're black you might as well not show up on the street
'Less you wanna draw the heat.
Alfred Bello had a partner and he had a rap for the cops.
Him and Arthur Dexter Bradley were just out prowlin' around
He said, "I saw two men runnin' out, they looked like middleweights
They jumped into a white car with out-of-state plates."
And Miss Patty Valentine just nodded her head.
Cop said, "Wait a minute, boys, this one's not dead"
So they took him to the infirmary
And though this man could hardly see
They told him that he could identify the guilty men.
Four in the mornin' and they haul Rubin in,
Take him to the hospital and they bring him upstairs.
The wounded man looks up through his one dyin' eye
Says, "Wha'd you bring him in here for? He ain't the guy!"
Yes, here's the story of the Hurricane,
The man the authorities came to blame
For somethin' that he never done.
Put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a been
The champion of the world.
Four months later, the ghettos are in flame,
Rubin's in South America, fightin' for his name
While Arthur Dexter Bradley's still in the robbery game
And the cops are puttin' the screws to him, lookin' for somebody to blame.
"Remember that murder that happened in a bar?"
"Remember you said you saw the getaway car?"
"You think you'd like to play ball with the law?"
"Think it might-a been that fighter that you saw runnin' that night?"
"Don't forget that you are white."
Arthur Dexter Bradley said, "I'm really not sure."
Cops said, "A poor boy like you could use a break
We got you for the motel job and we're talkin' to your friend Bello
Now you don't wanta have to go back to jail, be a nice fellow.
You'll be doin' society a favor.
That sonofabitch is brave and gettin' braver.
We want to put his ass in stir
We want to pin this triple murder on him
He ain't no Gentleman Jim."
Rubin could take a man out with just one punch
But he never did like to talk about it all that much.
It's my work, he'd say, and I do it for pay
And when it's over I'd just as soon go on my way
Up to some paradise
Where the trout streams flow and the air is nice
And ride a horse along a trail.
But then they took him to the jailhouse
Where they try to turn a man into a mouse.
All of Rubin's cards were marked in advance
The trial was a pig-circus, he never had a chance.
The judge made Rubin's witnesses drunkards from the slums
To the white folks who watched he was a revolutionary bum
And to the black folks he was just a crazy nigger.
No one doubted that he pulled the trigger.
And though they could not produce the gun,
The D.A. said he was the one who did the deed
And the all-white jury agreed.
Rubin Carter was falsely tried.
The crime was murder "one," guess who testified?
Bello and Bradley and they both baldly lied
And the newspapers, they all went along for the ride.
How can the life of such a man
Be in the palm of some fool's hand?
To see him obviously framed
Couldn't help but make me feel ashamed to live in a land
Where justice is a game.
Now all the criminals in their coats and their ties
Are free to drink martinis and watch the sun rise
While Rubin sits like Buddha in a ten-foot cell
An innocent man in a living hell.
That's the story of the Hurricane,
But it won't be over till they clear his name
And give him back the time he's done.
Put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a been
The champion of the world.
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Cacchio, questa canzone è obiettivamente grandiosa.
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gatsby
Reg.: 21 Nov 2002
Messaggi: 15032
Da: Roma (RM)
| | Inviato: 23-09-2006 20:41 |
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alle giornate passate cazzeggiando con gli amici:
Hi, my name is Stereo Mike.
Yeah, we got three tickets to the Bran Van concert happening this Monday night at the Pacific Pallisades. You can all dial in if you want to answer a couple of questions, namely, what is Todd's favourite cheese. Jackie just called up and said it was a form of Roquefort. We'll see about that...
Give us a ring-ding-ding! It's a beautiful day.
Yeah Todd, this is Liquid ring-a-ding-a-dinging, want those three Bran Van tickets man. Waddya think? Todd, you there?
I woke up again this morning with the sun in my eyes,
When Mike came over with a script surprise.
A Mafioso story with a twist,
A "Too Wong Foo, Julie Newmar" hitch,
Get your ass out of bed, he said:
I'll explain it on the way.
But we did nothing, absolutely nothing that day, and I say:
What the hell am I doing drinking in L.A. at 26?
I got the fever for the flavour, the payback will be later, still I need a fix.
And the girls on the bus kept on laughing at us,
As we rode on the ten down to Venice again.
Flaring out the G-Funk,
Sipping on a juice and gin,
Just me and a friend.
Feeling kinda groovy,
Working on a movie. (Yeah right!)
But we did nothing, absolutely butkis that day, and I say:
What the hell am I doing drinking in L.A. at 26?
With my mind on my money and my money on my... Beer, beer!
I know that life is for the taking, so I better wise up, and take it quick.
Yeah, one more time at Trader Vic's.
Some men there wanted to hurt us,
And other men said we weren't worth the fuss.
We could see them all bitching by the bar,
About the fine line, between the rich and the poor.
Then Mike turned to me and said:
"What do you think we got done son?"
We've got a conclusion, and I guess that's something, so I ask you:
What the hell am I doing drinking in L.A. at 26?
I got the fever for the nectar, the payback will be later, still I need a fix.
We need to fix you up, call me Monday and maybe we'll fix it all up.
Hell-A-L.A., Hell hell-A-L.A.! ...
So I ask you:
What the hell am I doing drinking in L.A. at 26?
Hell-A-L.A., Hell hell-A-L.A.
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TesPatton
Reg.: 09 Giu 2004
Messaggi: 7745
Da: Pn (PN)
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Un pò di 2step-garage made in Uk che mi fa venire in mente il mio periodo clubbaiolo.
Artful Dodger ft. Romina Johson
Movin too fast
Made a sound, no understanding
Boy, I know what you're demanding
And it's time for me to let you know (mmm, mmm, mmm)
Never be without hope to play this game
Not too serious within the same
Stop it please 'cos ain't no possibility
Won't you put your dirty hands, dirty hands on me
Ooh, you're moving too fast and I don't think it's right…
Bad boy, bad boy, you're such a dirty, bad boy
Beep, beep, uh-huh, a-ha, mmm, mmm
I do not see no-one to blind me
Not my kind, nothing does that lose me respect
Not only one night calls, oh, no, no
Never be without hope to play this game
Far too serious within the shame
Stop it please 'cos ain't no possibility
Won't you put your dirty hands, dirty hands on me
Ooh, you're moving too fast and I don't think it's right
Now, ooh, you're moving too fast
Ooh, you're moving too fast and I don't think it's right
I'm not giving you my love tonight
Now, ooh, you're moving too fast
Better sit back, relax
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DottorDio
Reg.: 12 Lug 2004
Messaggi: 7645
Da: Abbadia S.S. (SI)
| | Inviato: 24-09-2006 02:01 |
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Della serie quando si dice pazzia mista a genio, si dice Zappa!
E questa la canzone la devo, per forza di cose, dedicare alla mitica Penny68 
Frank Zappa - Sy Borg Lyrics
Act II
SCENE ELEVEN
SY BORG
JOE:
Sy Borg
Gimme dat, gimme dat
Sy Borg
Gimme dat, give me de chromium leg,
I beg
Sy Borg
Gimme dat, gimme dat
Sy Borg
Gimme dat, give me de chromium leg,
Little wires, pliers, tires
They turn me on
Maybe I'm crazy
Maybe I'm cra/y
Maybe I m crazy,
mon...
Stroking several of SY's gleaming appendages JOE continues...
Gee, Sy
This is a real groovy apartment
You've got here
SY BORG:
All government sponsored recreational services are clean and
efficient
JOE:
This is exciting
I never plooked
A tiny chrome-plated machine
That looks like a magical pig
With marital aids stuck all over it
Such as yourself before
SY BORG:
You'll love it!
Its a way of life.
JOE:
Does that mean maybe later
You'll plook me....
SY BORG:
If you wish, we may have a groovy orgy
JOE:
Just me and yon?
SY BORG:
I share this apartment
With a modified
Gay Bob doll
He goes all the way...
Ever try oral sex with a miniature rubberized homo-replica?
JOE:
No, ah, not yet,
Ah, is this him?
CENTRAL SCRUTINIZED
This is him.
Your wish is his command
He likes you
He wants to kiss you always
Just tell him what you want
JOE:
Really?
Hi, little guy
Think I might get a tiny, but exciting
Blow.. .job...
Gimme dat, gimme dat
Blow job...
Gimme dat, give me de chromium cob.
SY BORG:
Bend over.
JOE:
Gay Bob
Blow job
Gimme dat, gimme dat
Blow job
Gimme dat, give me de chromium cob
SY BORG:
You'll love it!
It looks just like a TeleFunken U-47.
JOE:
Little leather cap and trousers
They look so gay..
Warren just bought some
Warren just bought some
Warren just bought some
Hey...
SY BORG:
Bob is tired.
Plook me now,
You savage rascal
Ehhh!
That tickles.
You are a fun person
I like you.
I want to kiss you always.
JOE:
Gee, this is great
Hows about some bondage and humiliation
SY BORG:
Anything you say, master.
JOE:
Oh no, I don't believe it
You're way more fun than Mary...
SY BORG:
You're plooking too hard...
JOE:
And cleaner than Lucille...
SY BORG:
Plooking on me...
JOE:
What have I been missing
All these years?
SY BORG:
Too hard
JOE:
Sy...
SY BORG:
Too hard
JOE:
Sy...
SY BORG:
Plooking too hard on me-e-e-e-e...
JOE:
Speak to me
Oh no...
The golden shower must have shorted out
His master circuit
He's, he's, oh my God
I must have plooked him...
Hey
To death...
Hey
CENTRAL SCRUTINIZER:
This is the CENTRAL SCRUTINIZER...You have just destroyed
one model XOJ-37 Nuclear Powered Pan-Sexual Roto-Plooker.
And you're gonna have to pay for it! So give up, you haven't
got a chance.
JOE:
But I...
I, I, I, I...
I can't pay
I gave all my money
To some kinda groovy religious guy...
Two songs ago...
CENTRAL SCRUTINIZER:
Come on out son...
Between the two of us
We'll find a way to
Work it out
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Geppetto è stato l'unico uomo ad aver fatto un figlio con una sega
Attention: Dieu est dans cette boite comme ailleurs et partout! |
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