Blackmores TimesMy life on my murder scene... |
._.THE SCENE._.
Irwing era un famoso detective, e non aveva mai fallito in nessuna ricerca.
Ma diamine, quello non poteva sopportarlo.
Era venuto in Italia per rilassarsi...
E ciò che gli era venuto era quello spazio...
Delimitato da nastro rosso e bianco...
E al centro quel corpo fragile...
Di ragazzina...
Il sangue allagava la maggior parte della scena del delitto.
La fanciulletta, perché non era di più, teneva fra le mani un quaderno.
Nero, con ricami rosso sangue, sopra un nome.
Phonike.
Infilati i guanti, mentre gli altri non lo guardavano...
Irwing sfilò dalle braccia del piccolo cadavere quel quaderno...
Sull'ultima pagina...
Have you heard the news that you're dead?
No one ever had much nice to say
I think they never liked you anyway
Oh take me from the hospital bed
Wouldn't it be grand? It ain't exactly what you planned.
And wouldn't it be great If we were dead?
Ohh dead.
Irwing prese a sfogliarlo...
AREA PERSONALE
._.THE KILL._.
Phoniké.
Greco Antico, Per Chi Ha Avuto La (S)fortuna Di Non Studiarlo.
Sanguinaria, Per Chi Non Intendesse.
Che Altro C'è Da Sapere?
._.15 Anni Di Morte._.
Non ho la presunzione di dire che Vivo.
Senonché muoio ogni giorno.
Quando mi sveglio, mentre rido, mentre parlo, al massimo Esisto.
Ma NON confondere l'Esistere col Vivere.
Potresti accorgerti che la tua vita non è altro che un pallido riflesso...
Un'immagine in uno specchio d'acqua...
Basterà un sassolino a smuovere lo stagno placido.
._.THE TEAR._.
Blackmore's Night
I took a walk along the shore
To clear my mind about the day,
I saw a man I'd seen before
As I approached, he slipped away...
I knew his face from years ago,
His smile stays with me ever more
His eyes, they guide me through the haze
And give me shelter from the storm...
As I walk I can feel him,
Always watching over me...
His voice surrounds me,
My Spirit of the Sea...
He went away so long ago,
On a maiden voyage far away
A young man then I did not know,
His life was taken that same day...
And it was almost like he knew
He wouldn't see me anymore
He looked so deeply in my eyes, and said
"Wait for me along the shore..."
And so I come most every day,
To watch the waves rise and fall,
And as I sit here on the sand,
This ocean makes me feel so small...
But I feel my lover by my side,
And he makes me follow my own heart
We'll be together some sweet day
When that day comes we'll never part...
When that day comes we'll never part...
Wait for me along the shore...
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._.THE SCREAM._.
THANK YOU FOR THE VENOM
My Chemical Romance
Sister, I'm not much a poet, but a criminal
And you never had a chance
Love it, or leave it, you can't understand
A pretty face, but you do so carry on,
and on,
and on
I wouldn't front the scene if you payed me
I'm just the way that the doctor made me, on,
and on,
and on,
and on
Love is the red of the rose on your coffin door
What's life like, bleeding on the floor,
the floor,
the floor
You'll never make me leave
I wear this on my sleeve
Give me a reason to believe
[Chorus]
So give me all you poison
And give me all your pills
And give me all your hopeless hearts
And make me ill
You're running after something
That you'll never kill
If this is what you want
Then fire at will
Preach all you want but who's gonna save me?
I keep a gun on the book you gave me, hallelujah, lock and load
Black is the kiss, the touch of the serpeant sun
It ain't the mark or the scar that makes you one,
and run,
and run,
and run
You'll never make me leave
I wear this on my sleeve
Give me a reason to believe
[Chorus]
So give me all your poison
And give me all your pills
And give me all your hopeless hearts
And make me ill
You're running after something
That you'll never kill
If this is what you want
Then fire at will
You'll never make me leave
I wear this on my sleeve
You wanna follow something
Give me a better cause to lead
Just give me what I need
Give me a reason to believe
[Chorus x2]
So give me all your poison
And give me all your pills
And give me all your hopeless hearts
And make me ill
You're running after something
That you'll never kill
If this is what you want
Then fire at will
