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Il cerchio simboleggia continuità e crescita spirituale.
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STOP WHISPERING - RADIOHEAD
And the wise man say
I don't want to hear your voice
And the thin man say
I don't want to hear your voice
And they're cursing me,
and they won't let me be
And there's nothing to say,
and there's nothing to do
Stop whispering, start shouting
Stop whispering, start shouting
And the mother say
we spit on your son some more
And the buildings say
we spit on your face some more
And the feeling is
that there's something wrong
Because I can't find the words
and I can't find the songs
Stop whispering, start shouting
Stop whispering, start shouting
Dear Sir, I have a complaint
Can't remember what it is
It doesn't matter anyway
It doesn't matter anyway
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Post N° 100Sono arrivata al 100esimo post... Questo post vorrebbe segnare l'inizio di qualcosa... Ma ogni inizio arriva da una fine... ThE EnD - ThE DooRS <--- click to watch This is the end Beautiful friend This is the end My only friend, the end Of our elaborate plans, the end Of everything that stands, the end No safety or surprise, the end Ill never look into your eyes...again Can you picture what will be So limitless and free Desperately in need...of some...strangers hand In a...desperate land Lost in a roman...wilderness of pain And all the children are insane All the children are insane Waiting for the summer rain, yeah Theres danger on the edge of town Ride the kings highway, baby Weird scenes inside the gold mine Ride the highway west, baby Ride the snake, ride the snake To the lake, the ancient lake, baby The snake is long, seven miles Ride the snake...hes old, and his skin is cold The west is the best The west is the best Get here, and well do the rest The blue bus is callin us The blue bus is callin us Driver, where you taken us The killer awoke before dawn, he put his boots on He took a face from the ancient gallery And he walked on down the hall He went into the room where his sister lived, and...then he Paid a visit to his brother, and then he He walked on down the hall, and And he came to a door...and he looked inside Father, yes son, I want to kill you Mother...i want to...fuck you Cmon baby, take a chance with us Cmon baby, take a chance with us Cmon baby, take a chance with us And meet me at the back of the blue bus Doin a blue rock On a blue bus Doin a blue rock Cmon, yeah Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill This is the end Beautiful friend This is the end My only friend, the end It hurts to set you free But youll never follow me The end of laughter and soft lies The end of nights we tried to die This is the end James Douglas Morrison (Melbourne, Florida, 8 dicembre 1943 - Parigi, Francia, 3 luglio 1971) |
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GLOOMYWINTER
GloomyWinter - Birkintree
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Gloomy Winter's noo awa';
soft the westlin breezes blaw.
Among the birks o' Stanley shaw
the mavis sings fu' cheerie O.
Sweet the crawflowers
early bell decks Glenifer's dewy dell.
Blooming like your bonny sel',
my ain my airtless dearie O.
Come my lassie let us stray,
o'er Glenkilloch's sunny brae,
And blithely spend the gowden day,
midst joys that ne'er wearie O.
Trees may bud and birds may sing.
Flowers may bloom and verger spring.
But joy to me they canna bring,
unless wi' ye my dearie O.
Towering o'er the Newton woods,
Lav'rocks fan the snow white clouds;
Siller soughs wi' downy buds adorn
the banks sae brearie O.
Around the silvan fairy nooks,
feathery breckans fringe the rocks
Beneath the brae the burnie jouks
and ilka thing is cheerie O.
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