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Sucker love is heaven sent.
You pucker up, our passion's spent.
My hearts a tart, your body's rent.
My body's broken, yours is spent.
Carve your name into my arm.
Instead of stressed, I lie here charmed.
Cuz there's nothing else to do,
Every me and every you.
Sucker love, a box I choose.
No other box I choose to use.
Another love I would abuse,
No circumstances could excuse.
In the shape of things to come.
Too much poison come undone.
Cuz there's nothing else to do,
Every me and every you.
Every me and every you,
Every Me...he
Sucker love is known to swing.
Prone to cling and waste these things.
Pucker up for heavens sake.
There's never been so much at stake.
I serve my head up on a plate.
It's only comfort, calling late.
Cuz there's nothing else to do,
Every me and every you.
Every me and every you,
Every Me...he
Every me and every you,
Every Me...he
Like the naked leads the blind.
I know I'm selfish, I'm unkind.
Sucker love I always find,
Someone to bruise and leave behind.
All alone in space and time.
There's nothing here but what here's here's mine.
Something borrowed, something blue.
Every me and every you.
Every me and every you,
Every Me...he
Every me and every you,
Every Me...he

{Placebo - Every Me Every You - Without You I'm Nothing}

Porta Vagnu, la porta di lu munnu,
picciotti a mai finiri hannu chi fari.
Si nna machina passa, si ferma ni lu munnu,
si ioca, scinni scinni rinuledda, nichi e danni tutti n’tunnu…

Ninu arrobba un muluni, pi fari gran festa,
Lillu adduma na testa di crita ‘nto un puttuni.
Ed ogni tantu, quacchi ciuri mori…
Senza aviri fattu dannu si ferma lu cori…

E poi… chi ci amu a fari…
Na vota chi semu no ballu am’ a ballari,
Nascemu chiancennu, chiancennu, Beatu cu mori rirennu,
si rici ci voli curaggiu sapennu che è tuttu un passaggiu…

E ninu linnu linnu, pari chi ghittau a lenza…
Sta passannu na bagnanti chi si mancia la simenza…
Si arricogghi la ghiella, maronna com’è bella…
Ninu ci cogghi un ciuri s’aspetta e si pighia carizzi d’amuri.

E passa na carrozza, tri addevi si c’appizzanu ammucciuni,
Luciu canta a vuci pazza, ni la vita voghiu essiri un Liuni.
E Dinu si’ni và, e si’ni va Caddiddu,
lassaru a Porta Vagnu unni eru sapiddu…

E poi… chi ci amu a fari…
Na vota chi semu no ballu am’ a ballari,
Nascemu chiancennu, chiancennu, Beatu cu mori rirennu,
si rici ci voli curaggiu sapennu che è tuttu un passaggiu

E poi… cu lu po’ diri…
Chi tuttu stu beni di Diu avu a finiri…
Nascemu chiancennu, chiancennu, Beatu cu mori rirennu,
si rici ci voli curaggiu sapennu che è tuttu un passaggiu…

{Ivan Segreto - Porta Vagnu - Porta Vagnu}

Sometimes when this place gets kind of empty
Sound of their breath fades with the light
I think about the loveless fascination
Under the Milky Way tonight

Lower the curtain down on Memphis
Lower the curtain down all right
I got no time for private consultation
Under the Milky Way tonight


Wish I knew what you were looking for
Might have known what you would find
Wish I knew what you were looking for
Might have known what you would find

And it's something quite peculiar
Something shimmering and white
Leads you here despite your destination
Under the Milky Way tonight

{The Church - Unde the Milky Way - Starfish}

Oi ndemo veder i Pin Floi
Oi ndemo veder i Pin Floi....
Vip, inbarca' co li fioi,
invita' al concerto dei Pin Floi
navigavo guaivo dentro un dirigibie
che coreva a un'ora e mesa de ritardo
suplemento lire otomila
parche' "detto: Rapido", sto bastardo
go' tolto do cafe', na bira
rivo in meso un gran casin dove se el barchin?
ecch... se ndai via..
bon Dio, e po' Rintintin.
Oi ndemo veder i Pin Floi
Oi ndemo veder i Pin Floi....
Fin poco tenpo prima viagiando su
cuel saterone prevolante in vagone ristorante
e veder sul ponte sti fioi
a pie che va veder i Pin Floi
ridevimo e disevimo
ma dove voi ndar
sti cua se propio s'ciopai, oi?
Oi ndemo veder i Pin Floi
Oi ndemo veder i Pin Floi....
Persi par persi, ndemo a consolarse,
ndemo al Paradiso a inbriagarse
e' l'alba, Venessia e' piena di gente
a tochi, coi tochi sui copi
tanta ma tanta mona
mese roste mese in coma
a le sincue de la matina co li stechi su li oci
in meso na calca mai vista
go' fato el giornaista
e ghe go' scrito s½ra l'intervista
su sto casso de concerto dei Pin Floi.
Oi ndemo veder i Pin Floi
Oi ndemo veder i Pin Floi....
Domanda:
"Siete qui per i Pin Floi?"
Risposta: "Hi hi, hu hu, ho ho, ha ha, he he"
"Ritenete giusti
concerti di queste dimensioni
proprio a Venessia?"
"No parche' l'e' na cita' tropo picola
pero l'e' a gratis. Vuito du tiri?"
"Grassie."
Vien vanti do cocone, dai che ndemo dee bone
due tissie con passo semistrascinato
due tissie semibuone, semiscic, semivip,
semifrick che gridano:
"Io Venezia la odio!"
Domanda: "Perche' odi Venessia?"
"Perche' fa schifo!"
Domanda:
"Perche' non te ne sei stata a casa tua?"
I cincue energumeni assieme alle due tissie
mi quardano molto minacciosi e mi
fasso la bea! Fasso la bea!
Ore sei e cincue in diligensa ndando casa
vardo el sol e rido par no pianser
la gente scaturia dise cueo cossa el ga?
e no ti lo vedi che el se uno de cuei s'ciopai
che se ndai a veder i Pin Floi
el se uno de cuei s'ciopai
che se ndai veder i Pin Floi.
Oi ndemo veder i Pin Floi
Oi ndemo veder i Pin Floi....

{Pitura Freska - Pin Floi - Na Bruta Banda}

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

{Pink Floyd - Time - Dark Side of the Moon}

In 1985, I placed a bet and lied,
losing all that I had,
at least with all my heart intact.

In 1985, Orwell was proved right,
Torville and Dean's bolero,
redundant as a sad welsh chapel.
In 1985, in 1985.

So God is dead, like Nietzsche said,
superstition is all we have left.
Circle the wagons, we're under attack,
we've realised there's no going back,
we've realised there's no going back.

In 1985, the Civil War failed why?,
kept hidden like scars of birth,
nature unable to soften the words.

In 1985, my words they came alive,
friends were made for life,
Morrissey and Marr gave me choice.
In 1985, in 1985.

So God is dead, like Nietzsche said,
only 16 years of age, he said.
See all the tears, for the walking dead,
we've realised there's no going back,
we've realised there's no going back.

In 1985, I placed a bet and lied,
losing all that I had.

{Manic Street Preachers - 1985 - Lifeblood}

C'mon
On a dead high wire we'll make a connection
Never knowing my shepherd never knowing my witness
C'mon now honey you're so sick and pretty
C'mon now sugar 'cause you know it ain't easy
Bang bang bang let me shoot it all over
Go down people give me your love
You're another mistake, you're a sign of disaster
Go down people give me your love
Gonna shake shake shake as a matter of course
Going down goin' down people give me your love
It fights like a bitch and it kicks like a horse
Goin' down goin' down people give me your love
Ain't you glad ain't you glad ain't you glad little sister
Go down people give me your love
Sideways in reverse I don't know any better
Go down people give me your love
You gotta keep it running clean keep on fixin the machine
(gonna give me your love) Goin' down goin' down people give me your love
Keep it running clean keep on fixin the machine
(gonna give me your love) Goin' down goin' down people give me your love
Going down people give me your love
Going down people give me your love
Goin' down goin' down people give me your love

{Mark Lanegan - Sideways in Reverse - Bubblegum}

Sono arrivato a quota 150. Pensavo, anzichè mettere l'ennesima canzone, di proporre una lista (in ordine puramente casuale) di voci maschili, se non tra le più: belle, intense, fluide, ecclettiche, trascinanti, micidiali, acute e via dicendo... sicuramente tra le più originale e riconoscibili tra mille, milioni... Ovviamente a mio gusto personale, ma ho messo anche qualche nome che non apprezzo come altri qui presenti, ma ho la coscienza di riconoscere la loro grandezza. Passiamo all'elenco (non metterò il gruppo di appartenenza per dispetto):

Mike Patton, Maynard James Keenan, Mike Jagger, Eddie Vedder, Tim Buckley, Layne Staley, James LaBrie, Freddie Mercury, Chad Gray, Brandon Boyd, Ian Gillian, Nicj Cave, Jeff Buckley, Dave Matthwes, Chad Kroeger, James Hetfiled, John Fogerty, Robert Plant, David Gahan, Robert Smith, Chris Cornell, Bob Marley, Zack DeLaRocha, David Bowie, Bruce Dickinson, Billy Corgan, Neil Young, Tren Reznor, Geoff Tate, Paul McCoy, Giuliano Palma, Chino Moreno, Kurt Cobain, Ozzy Osburne, Jonathan Davis, Ian Kilmister, Gavin Rossdale, Tim Cronin, Serj Tankian, Thom Yorke, Sting, Tony Hadley, Roger Waters, Lione Richie, Jason Kay...

se non ho citato qualcuno forse l'ho dimenticato in questa lista scritta di getto {o forse l'ho omesso apposta :)}

Don’t be afraid
Open your mouth to say
Say what your soul sings to you

Your mind can never change
Unless you ask it to
Lovingly rearrange
The thoughts that make you blue
The things that bring you down
Will mean no harm to you
And so make your choice joy
The joy belongs to you

And when you do
You'll find the one you love is here
You'll find you
The love yeah

Don’t be ashamed no
To open your heart and pray
Say what your soul sings to you

So no longer pretend
That you can’t feel it near
That tickle on your hand
That tingle in your ear
And ask it anything
Because it loves you dear
It’s your most precious king
If only you could hear

And when you do
You’ll find the one you need is here
You’ll find you
Love you

{Massive Attack - What Your Soul Sings - 100th Window}

Las horas son eternas en el sucio corredor
Pensando con detalle en mi ejecucion
El tiempo se me acaba y no lo puedo detener
Eh brother, welcome to hell
Atado en una silla me van a electrocutar
He sido condenado a la pena capital
Alego mi inocenciay no lo quieren ver
Eh brother, welcome to hell

Ya llego la hora, hermano chicano
Ya llego tu hora afro-americano

Condenan a dementes o a menores de edad
En la silla de la muerte o en la camara de gas
A cuantos inocentes he visto perecer
Eh brother, welcome to hell
Vivo en un pais donde todo puedes comprar
Estar vivo o estar muerto depende del capital
Mi futiro ya esta escrito no me puedo defender
Eh brother, welcome to hell

Ya llego la hora, hermano chicano
Ya llego tu hora afro-americano

VIGENTES CRIMENES DE ESTADO CONTRE LA HUMANIDAD
EXISTEN DERECHOS HUMANOS A ELLOS LES DA IGUAL

WELCOME HELL, ESTE CASO ESTA CERRADO
WELCOME HELL, HAY QUE ASESINARLO
WELCOME HELL, ESTE CASO ESTA CERRADO
WELCOME HELL, HAY QUE ELIMINARLO

WELCOME
WELCOM DEATH

Cuantos seres humanos tendreis que asesinar
Para daros cuenta que esto es une atrocidad
El ojo por ojo nada puede resolver
Eh brother, welcome to hell
Al cabo de los anos consiguieron demostran
Que yo no era culpable y ya no hay marcha atras
Mi cuerpo esta podrido y ya no puedo renacer
Eh brother, welcome, welcome...

Ya llego la hora, hermano chicano
Ya llego tu hora afro-americano

VIGENTES CRIMENES DE ESTADO CONTRE LA HUMANIDAD
EXISTEN DERECHOS HUMANOS A ELLOS LES DA IGUAL

WELCOME HELL, ESTE CASO ESTA CERRADO
WELCOME HELL, HAY QUE ASESINARLO
WELCOME HELL, ESTE CASO ESTA CERRADO
WELCOME HELL, HAY QUE ELIMINARLO

WELCOME
WELCOM DEATH

{Ska-P - Welcome to Hell - Que Corra La Voz}

Need a change
Not to imitate
But to irritate
All the ones who hate

I may be late
Always seem to get the wrong date
Well I guess it's fate

I live in a cemetery

Full of good will and integrity
You see I have no specialty

Here's your warning
I'll give you click click boom

I live in a cemetery
I need a change
Not to imitate
But to irritate

I live in a cemetery

{Silverchair - Cemetery - Freak Show}

Mother doesn't know where love has gone
She says it must be youth
That keeps us feeeling strong
See it in her face, that's turned to ice
And when she smiles she shows
The lines of sacrifice
And now I know what they're saying
When the sun begins to fade
And we made our love on wasteland
And through the barricades
Father made my history
He fought for what he thought
Would set us somehow free
He tought me what to say in school
I learned off by heart
But now that's torn in two
And now I know what they're saying
In the music of the parade
We made our love on wasteland
And through the barricades
Born on different sides of life
We feel the same
And feel all of this strife
So come to me when I'm asleep
We'll cross the line
And dance upon the street
And now I know what they're saying
When the drums begin to fade
We made our love on wasteland
And through the barricades
Oh, turn around and I'll be there
There's a scar through my heart
But I'll bare it again
I thought?we were the human race
But we were just another border-line-case
And the stars reach down and tell us
That there's always one escape
I don't know where love has gone
And in this trouble land
Desperation keep us strong
Fridays child is full of soul
With nothing left to lose
There's everything to go
And now I know what they're are saying
It's a terrible beauty we've made
So we make our love on?wasteland
And through the barricades
Now I know what they're are saying
as hearts go to their graves
we made our love on?wasteland

{Spandau Ballet - Through the Barricades - hrough the Barricades )

Lo sai lo sai stanotte mi chiamerai
Lo sai lo sai stanotte mi chiamerai...
 Al telefono, al telefono (mi dirai)
"Dimmi che mi ami, dimmi che vuoi solo me"

Me ne starò zitto (shhhh)
Lascerò parlare te...
Che lo sai, io non posso
Io non posso stare senza te
Oh baby
Stare senza te, io non posso
Io non posso stare senza te (oh baby)
Stare senza te

Lo sai lo sai
Stanotte mi chiamerai,
Al telefono, Al telefono

Ea ciamo ae do, che fora che so
Ea ciamo ae tre, che fora che ti xe
Ea ciamo ae quattro, sui coppi come un gatto
Ae cinque biscotti col te
Ae otto e meza so ancora incartà
A mezanotte in punto finalmente sme so dismisià
Da stamatina che me bevo cafè
Me fumo trombe che no ghe xe
Pò me digo co ea voce de na fa'ina:
Vecio date una destrigatina!!!

Lo sai lo sai, stanotte mi chiamerai...

{Ska-j - Al telefono - -teèk:-}

Twenty-five years and my life is still
Trying to get up that great big hill of hope
For a destination
And I realized quickly when I knew I should
That the world was made up of this brotherhood of man
For whatever that means
And so I cry sometimes
When I'm lying in bed
Just to get it all out
What's in my head
And I am feeling a little peculiar
And so I wake in the morning
And I step outside
And I take a deep breath and I get real high
And I scream at the top of my lungs
What's going on?
And I say, hey hey hey hey
I said hey, what's going on?
ooh, ooh ooh
and I try, oh my god do I try
I try all the time, in this institution
And I pray, oh my god do I pray
I pray every single day
For a revolution
And so I cry sometimes
When I'm lying in bed
Just to get it all out
What's in my head
And I am feeling a little peculiar
And so I wake in the morning
And I step outside
And I take a deep breath and I get real high
And I scream at the top of my lungs
What's going on?
And I say, hey hey hey hey
I said hey, what's going on?
Twenty-five years and my life is still
Trying to get up that great big hill of hope
For a destination

{4 Non Blondes - What's Up - Bigger, Better, Faster, More!}

Everything is everything
What is meant to be, will be
After winter, must come spring
Change, it comes eventually 


I wrote these words for everyone
Who struggles in their youth
Who won't accept deception
Instead of what is truth
It seems we lose the game,
Before we even start to play
Who made these rules? We're so confused
Easily led astray
Let me tell ya that
Everything is everything
Everything is everything
After winter, must come spring
Everything is everything

I philosophy
Possibly speak tongues
Beat drum, Abyssinian, street Baptist
Rap this in fine linen
From the beginning
My practice extending across the atlas
I begat this
Flippin' in the ghetto on a dirty mattress
You can't match this rapper / actress
More powerful than two Cleopatras
Bomb graffiti on the tomb of Nefertiti
MCs ain't ready to take it to the Serengeti
My rhymes is heavy like the mind of Sister Betty
L. Boogie spars with stars and constellations
Then came down for a little conversation
Adjacent to the king, fear no human being
Roll with cherubims to Nassau Coliseum
Now hear this mixture
Where hip hop meets scripture
Develop a negative into a positive picture

Now, everything is everything
What is meant to be, will be
After winter, must come spring
Change, it comes eventually

Sometimes it seems
We'll touch that dream
But things come slow or not at all
And the ones on top, won't make it stop
So convinced that they might fall
Let's love ourselves then we can't fail
To make a better situation
Tomorrow, our seeds will grow
All we need is dedication

Let me tell ya that,
Everything is everything
Everything is everything
After winter, must come spring
Everything is everything

Everything is everything
What is meant to be, will be
After winter, must come spring
Change, it comes eventually

{Lauryn Hill - Everything is Everything - The Miseducation of Lauryn Hill}

Shakedown 1979, cool kids never have the time
On a live wire right up off the street
You and I should meet
Junebug skipping like a stone
With the headlights pointed at the dawn
We were sure we'd never see an end to it all
And I don't even care to shake these zipper blues
And we don't know
Just where our bones will rest
To dust I guess
Forgotten and absorbed into the earth below
Double cross the vacant and the bored
They're not sure just what we have in store
Morphine city slippin dues down to see
That we don't even care as restless as we are
We feel the pull in the land of a thousand guilts
And poured cement, lamented and assured
To the lights and towns below
Faster than the speed of sound
Faster than we thought we'd go, beneath the sound of hope
Justine never knew the rules,
Hung down with the freaks and the ghouls
No apologies ever need be made, I know you better than you fake it
To see that we don't even care to shake these zipper blues
And we don't know just where our bones will rest
To dust I guess
Forgotten and absorbed into the earth below
The street heats the urgency of sound
As you can see there's no one around

{Smashing Pumpkins0 - 1979 - Mellon Collie & The Infinite Sadness}