sabato, 23 dicembre 2006
...mi par giusto accordare le note al mio umore.
A bullet in your head is how I want it
Your body on the floor -- a Kodak moment
You're a waste of air and a waste of space
I want sharp objects to fly into your face
I hate you now more than I ever did
I wanna kill you, dig you up and do it again
I want a car to run over your head
Put it in reverse and do it again
I would be lying if I said that it wasn't true
I only want bad things to happen to you
I want bad things to happen to you
I want bad things to happen to you
I want very bad things to happen to you
It would be really great if you drowned in a lake
Or put a bag over your face and watched you suffocate
I'd celebrate at your wake, I'd bake myself a cake
'Cause you're my favorite person that I love to hate
And you're the reason that murder should be legalized
If it was, you'd be dead and in the ground by five
Just in case I forgot to say --
I hate you motherfucker in the very worst way
And I would be lying if I said that it wasn't true
I only want bad things to happen to you
I want bad things to happen to you
I want bad things to happen to you
I want very bad things to happen to you
I want bad things to happen to you
I want bad things to happen to you
I want bad things to happen to you
I want very bad things to happen to you
I want bad things to happen to you
I want bad things to happen to you
I want bad things to happen to you
I want very bad things to happen to you
PS: comincio a pensare di aver fatto un errore di prospettiva..
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venerdì, 22 dicembre 2006
Ma pensavo...
...perchè non comincio ad andare a donne? Almeno le donne sono come me e le capisco :P
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martedì, 19 dicembre 2006
Vorrei proprio che QUALCUNO invece di blaterare continuamente che devo mettermi nei panni altrui cominciasse a mettere in pratica i suoi stessi atteggiamenti, invece di arroccarsi sulle sue posizioni.
E io non ho tempo, e non ho spazio, anche se non sono stanca.
Non mi mancano le energie, anzi, sono tesa come una corda di violino.
Confinata tra un estremo e l'altro della cassa, tesa all'inverosimile.
E allo stesso tempo incapace di spiegare le ali e volare via, di nuovo.
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sabato, 09 dicembre 2006
Saying I love you
Is not the words I want to hear from you
It's not that I want you
Not to say, but if you only knew
How easy it would be to show me how you feel
More than words is all you have to do to make it real
Then you wouldn't have to say that you love me
Cos I'd already know
What would you do if my heart was torn in two
More than words to show you feel
That your love for me is real
What would you say if I took those words away
Then you couldn't make things new
Just by saying I love you
More than words
Now I've tried to talk to you and make you understand
All you have to do is close your eyes
And just reach out your hands and touch me
Hold me close don't ever let me go
More than words is all I ever needed you to show
Then you wouldn't have to say that you love me
Cos I'd already know
What would you do if my heart was torn in two
More than words to show you feel
That your love for me is real
What would you say if I took those words away
Then you couldn't make things new
Just by saying I love you
More than words
Ma quanto è vera????
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sabato, 02 dicembre 2006
I heard the sound of voices in the night,
Spellbound there was someone calling,
I looked around no one was in sight
Pulled down and I kept on falling
I've seen this place before
And you were standing by my side
I've seen your face before tonight
Maybe I just see what I wanted to be
I know it's a mystery
Do you remember me on the street of dreams,
Running through my memory
On the street of dreams
There you stood a distant memory
So good like we never parted
Said to myself I knew you'd set me free
And here we are right back where we started
Something's come over me
And I don't know what to feel
Maybe this fantasy is real
Now I know I see what I wanted to be
But it's still a mystery
Do you remember me on the street of dreams,
Running through my memory
On the street of dreams
You're in every face I see
On the street of dreams
Something's come over me
And I don't know what to feel
Maybe this fantasy is real
Now I know I see what I wanted to be
But it's still a mystery
Do you remember me on the street of dreams,
Running through my memory
On the street of dreams
On the street of dreams
I know you have always been
On the street of dreams
Will we ever meet again my friend
On the street of dreams
Do you know just what it means to be
On the street of dreams
Never know just who you'll see
On the street of dreams
You can be who you want to be oh
On the street of dreams
I can hear you calling me
On the street of dreams
I can feel you haunting me
Haunting me
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venerdì, 01 dicembre 2006
Non è assolutamente adorabile il micione che troneggia sulla cima del blog? *_* E poi è nerooo e io adoro i micioni neri *_*
Insomma, tutto ciò per dire: cambio di template.
Devo ancora sistemarlo per benino, aggiungere cosette negli amo e odio vari, mettere su un paio di immagini..ma devo dire che questo mi piace proprio tanto tanto.
Comunque sia, in tutto questo tempo la mia vita è rimasta incasinata quanto prima, anzi, direi di più.
Tra esami imminenti e casini sentimentali di varia natura..eh..direi di più.
Ma alla fin fine lo dico sempre, senza casini non ci riesco a stare :P
Di buono c'è che mi sono finalmente comprata il lettore mp3 e va da dio, per me che non ho interesse a metterci su video. Piccolo e comodo.
Al momento nulla di nuovo dal fronte, apparte che sto imparando il tedesco e ho una pronuncia vergognosa, anche se mi piace come lingua. E che l'audio del mio pc sta scioperando.
Data l'ora tardina, e il sonno che incombe, vi saluto con "Abandoned Please Brainwashed Exploited", canzone dei Sonata ( *_* ) che ho riscoperto di recente...
Wake up my child, hope is here.
With the vengeance we have no time to bleed.
My only world filled with fear.
I never saw the sower of the seed.
Where is the world we had?
Who can ever save you and your little lives?
A child guides a child guided (child).
A child is never guilty,
But you should not run free...
[Bridge:]
The grave is open,
Let us pray without remorse.
Empty the cradle with fire for them once again.
Why not look through your fingers what they've done?
Your own blood will clean the blood,
For now the glory days are gone.
[Chorus:]
Time has come for everyone
To think what we have done.
Open your eyes and see,
It's not a dream.
You aim for a common goal,
You are one with your foe.
If only we could wake up soon and scream.
Abandoned, pleased, brainwashed, exploited,
Madness has a reason.
Throw money at the problem and it will remain.
Your life has no value for them,
"Violate me and this never ends.
My children will then hate you too."
[Bridge:]
The grave is open,
Let us pray without remorse.
Empty the cradle with fire for them once again tonight.
Why not look through your fingers what they've done?
Your own blood will clean the blood,
For now the glory days are gone.
Now, when it seems that we have nothing to believe in,
Maybe we should be waiting for the rock to come.
For our children soon have nothing they should learn.
Woo-ooo-oooo...
[Chorus:]
Time has come for everyone
To think what we have done.
Open your eyes and see,
It's not a dream.
You aim for a common goal,
You are one with your foe.
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