nuvole e lenzuola
ore che
lente e inesorabili
attraversano il silenzio
del mio cielo
per poi nascondersi
ad un tratto
dietro nuvole
che straziano il sereno
sentirle riaffiorare
quando tutto
sembra aver trovato il giusto peso
aver la voglia
di rubarle al tempo
per potergli dare
tutto un altro senso
distratto, stupido e testardo
come sempre provo a farlo
ho deciso di fermarlo
per poterti avere ancora
non di
sperando che non se ne accorga
ho strappato via anche l’ultima mezz’ora
pensando che sia l’unica maniera
per sentirti qui vicino ancora
sempre più stupido e testardo
come sempre torno a farlo
e di nuovo per fermarlo
e poterti dire
ancora
tra nuvole e lenzuola
non farlo per un’ora
non farlo per un’ora
e stringimi allora
tra nuvole e lenzuola
non dire una parola
non dire una parola
ore
che lente
e inossidabili
attraversano il silenzio del mio cielo
e si nascondono ad un tratto
dietro nuvole
che straziano il sereno
le senti riaffiorare quando tutto
tutto sembra aver trovato il giusto peso
aver la voglia di rubarle al tempo
per potergli dare ancora un altro senso ancora
stringimi allora
tra nuvole e lenzuola
non farlo per un’ora
non farlo mai per ora
abbracciami ancora
tra nuvole e lenzuola
non dire una parola
non dire una parola
ore
che lente
e inossidabili
attraversano il silenzio del mio cielo
e si nascondono ad un tratto
dietro nuvole
che straziano il sereno
le senti riaffiorare quando tutto
tutto sembra aver trovato il giusto peso
aver la voglia di rubarle al tempo
per potergli dare ancora un altro senso ancora
#18
la ascolto dalla scorsa primavera e continuo a pensare che chi ne ha composto le parole abbia una sensibilità non comune.....virtual ha scritto:nuvole e lenzuola
ore che
lente e inesorabili
attraversano il silenzio
del mio cielo
per poi nascondersi
ad un tratto
dietro nuvole
che straziano il sereno
sentirle riaffiorare
quando tutto
sembra aver trovato il giusto peso
aver la voglia
di rubarle al tempo
per potergli dare
tutto un altro senso
stringimi allora
tra nuvole e lenzuola
non farlo per un’ora
non farlo mai per ora
abbracciami ancora
tra nuvole e lenzuola
Nell'Italia dei Borgia ci sono stati massacri, terrore, assassinii e hanno prodotto da Vinci, Michelangelo e il Rinascimento. In Svizzera hanno avuto 500 anni di pace e amore fraterno, e cos'hanno fatto? L'orologio a cucù.
#19
oltre che la sensibilità è anche la persona ad essere fuori dal comune... dove si trovano così????Mercury ha scritto:la ascolto dalla scorsa primavera e continuo a pensare che chi ne ha composto le parole abbia una sensibilità non comune.....virtual ha scritto:nuvole e lenzuola
ore chestringimi allora
tra nuvole e lenzuola
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#21
Depeche Mode Enjoy the silence
Vows are spoken to be broken
Feelings are intense, words are trivial
Pleasures remain, so does the pain
Words are meaningless and forgettable
All I ever wanted
All I ever needed
Is here in my arms
Words are very unnecessary
they can only do harm
è sempre una delle più belle canzoni d'amore che conosco, anche a cantarla in piena notte lungo l'autostrada con un caro amico
Vows are spoken to be broken
Feelings are intense, words are trivial
Pleasures remain, so does the pain
Words are meaningless and forgettable
All I ever wanted
All I ever needed
Is here in my arms
Words are very unnecessary
they can only do harm
è sempre una delle più belle canzoni d'amore che conosco, anche a cantarla in piena notte lungo l'autostrada con un caro amico
Ultima modifica di Mercury il 04/09/06 11:21, modificato 1 volta in totale.
Nell'Italia dei Borgia ci sono stati massacri, terrore, assassinii e hanno prodotto da Vinci, Michelangelo e il Rinascimento. In Svizzera hanno avuto 500 anni di pace e amore fraterno, e cos'hanno fatto? L'orologio a cucù.
#22
la ascolti spesso mercury ? anche io...il mio moroso ce l'ha praticamente sempre nel lettore dell'auto...e non ci stanchiamo mai di ascoltarla...lui alza il volume per non sentire la mia voceMercury ha scritto:Depeche Mode Enjoy the silence
All I ever wanted
All I ever needed
Is here in my arms
Words are very unnecessary
they can only do harm
è sempre una delle più belle canzoni d'amore che conosco, anche a cantarla in piena notte lungo l'autostrada con un caro amico
"Presta l'orecchio a tutti, la tua voce a qualcuno, senti le idee di tutti ma pensa a modo tuo."
W. Shakespeare
W. Shakespeare
#24
La ascolto tantissimo a volte anche quando non "vorrei" perchè una mia conoscenza se l'è messa come suoneria del cellulare ma è sempre un bel modo per farsela passare per la mente!!violet ha scritto:la ascolti spesso mercury ? anche io...il mio moroso ce l'ha praticamente sempre nel lettore dell'auto...e non ci stanchiamo mai di ascoltarla...lui alza il volume per non sentire la mia voceMercury ha scritto:All I ever wanted
All I ever needed
Is here in my arms
Words are very unnecessary
they can only do harm
Nell'Italia dei Borgia ci sono stati massacri, terrore, assassinii e hanno prodotto da Vinci, Michelangelo e il Rinascimento. In Svizzera hanno avuto 500 anni di pace e amore fraterno, e cos'hanno fatto? L'orologio a cucù.
#25
se vuoi gli posso inviare la suoneria dell'ultimo successo di Tiziano Ferro ?Mercury ha scritto:La ascolto tantissimo a volte anche quando non "vorrei" perchè una mia conoscenza se l'è messa come suoneria del cellulare ma è sempre un bel modo per farsela passare per la mente!!violet ha scritto:la ascolti spesso mercury ? anche io...il mio moroso ce l'ha praticamente sempre nel lettore dell'auto...e non ci stanchiamo mai di ascoltarla...lui alza il volume per non sentire la mia voceMercury ha scritto:All I ever wanted
All I ever needed
Is here in my arms
Words are very unnecessary
they can only do harm
mi rispondo da sola.... violet : STOP ! dimentica.... enjoy the silence
"Presta l'orecchio a tutti, la tua voce a qualcuno, senti le idee di tutti ma pensa a modo tuo."
W. Shakespeare
W. Shakespeare
#26
Enjoy the silence: l'avete mai ascoltata nella versione di Tori Amos?
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Dido & Rufus Wainwraight: I eat dinner
Rufus:
I eat dinner at the kitchen table
By the light that switches on
I eat leftovers with mashed potatoes
No more candlelight
No more romance
No more small-talk
When the hunger's gone
I eat dinner at the kitchen table
And I wash it down with pie
I eat leftovers with mashed potatoes
No more candlelight
No more romance
No more small-talk
When the hunger stops
Never thought
That I'd end up this way
I who loved the sparks
Never thought my hair'd be turning to gray
Used to be so dark
So dark
Dido:
No more candlelight
No more romance
No more small-talk
When the hunger's gone
No more candlelight
No more romance
No more small-talk
When the hunger's gone
When the hunger's gone
Never thought
That I'd end up like this
I who love the night
Never thought I'd be without a kiss
No one to turn out the light
Turn out the light
Rufus:
I eat dinner at the kitchen table
Dido:
By the light of the TV screen
Rufus:
I eat leftovers with mashed potatoes
Rufus + Dido:
No more candlelight
No more romance
No more small-talk
Rufus:
When the plate is clean
Dido:
When the hunger's gone
Ruus:
When the hunger's gone
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Dido & Rufus Wainwraight: I eat dinner
Rufus:
I eat dinner at the kitchen table
By the light that switches on
I eat leftovers with mashed potatoes
No more candlelight
No more romance
No more small-talk
When the hunger's gone
I eat dinner at the kitchen table
And I wash it down with pie
I eat leftovers with mashed potatoes
No more candlelight
No more romance
No more small-talk
When the hunger stops
Never thought
That I'd end up this way
I who loved the sparks
Never thought my hair'd be turning to gray
Used to be so dark
So dark
Dido:
No more candlelight
No more romance
No more small-talk
When the hunger's gone
No more candlelight
No more romance
No more small-talk
When the hunger's gone
When the hunger's gone
Never thought
That I'd end up like this
I who love the night
Never thought I'd be without a kiss
No one to turn out the light
Turn out the light
Rufus:
I eat dinner at the kitchen table
Dido:
By the light of the TV screen
Rufus:
I eat leftovers with mashed potatoes
Rufus + Dido:
No more candlelight
No more romance
No more small-talk
Rufus:
When the plate is clean
Dido:
When the hunger's gone
Ruus:
When the hunger's gone
#27
Nate James
The message
There is something wrong with sounds today
they never really captured how i feel
and whatever happened to the sounds today
i think they are lacking something really
like them old school jams that kinda make you wanna dance
lose yourself in music feels so free
each time i take your stand and turn things round
i want you to express yourself through music
and go party and just sing yer
lets get it together
cos music and and that freedom or
thinkin is pushing us further
got to get up and dance got to get and move got to send out my message to the people
got to get up and dance got to get in the
groove are you hearing my message to the people
so whats going on in life today
people looking down and thinking whats up
but we can think around and find a way just keep on moving forward and dont give up
lets go back in time to the music on my mind with stevie playing piano just for you
so what happened to the sounds today
i know that deep down you love your music and go party and just sing it lets get it together and music and that freedom
thinkin is pushing us further
got to get up and dance got to get and move got to send out my message to the people
got to get up and dance got to get in the groove are you hearing my message to the people
till end
The message
There is something wrong with sounds today
they never really captured how i feel
and whatever happened to the sounds today
i think they are lacking something really
like them old school jams that kinda make you wanna dance
lose yourself in music feels so free
each time i take your stand and turn things round
i want you to express yourself through music
and go party and just sing yer
lets get it together
cos music and and that freedom or
thinkin is pushing us further
got to get up and dance got to get and move got to send out my message to the people
got to get up and dance got to get in the
groove are you hearing my message to the people
so whats going on in life today
people looking down and thinking whats up
but we can think around and find a way just keep on moving forward and dont give up
lets go back in time to the music on my mind with stevie playing piano just for you
so what happened to the sounds today
i know that deep down you love your music and go party and just sing it lets get it together and music and that freedom
thinkin is pushing us further
got to get up and dance got to get and move got to send out my message to the people
got to get up and dance got to get in the groove are you hearing my message to the people
till end
#28
Again
Lenny Kravitz
I've been searching for you
I heard a cry within my soul
I've never had a yearning quite like this before
Now that you are walking right through my door
All of my life
Where have you been
I wonder if I'll ever see you again
And if that day comes
I know we could win
I wonder if I'll ever see you again
A sacred gift of heaven
For better worse wherever
And I would never let somebody break you down.
Until you cried... never
All of my life
Where have you been
I wonder if I'll ever see you again
And if that day comes
I know we could win
I wonder if I'll ever see you again
At every time, I've always known
That you where there, upon your throne
A lonely queen, without her king
I longed for you, my love forever
All of my life
Where have you been
I wonder if I'll ever see you again
And if that day comes
I know we could win
I wonder if I'll ever see you again
All of my life
Where have you been
I wonder if I'll ever see you again
And if that day comes
I know we could win
I wonder if I'll ever see you again
All of my life
Where have you been
I wonder if I'll ever see you again
And if that day comes
I know we could win
I wonder if I'll ever see you again
I wonder if I'll ever see you again
I wonder if I'll ever see you again
I wonder if I'll ever see you again
I wonder if I'll ever see you again
I wonder if I'll ever see you again
I wonder if I'll ever see you again
I wonder if I'll ever see you again
Lenny Kravitz
I've been searching for you
I heard a cry within my soul
I've never had a yearning quite like this before
Now that you are walking right through my door
All of my life
Where have you been
I wonder if I'll ever see you again
And if that day comes
I know we could win
I wonder if I'll ever see you again
A sacred gift of heaven
For better worse wherever
And I would never let somebody break you down.
Until you cried... never
All of my life
Where have you been
I wonder if I'll ever see you again
And if that day comes
I know we could win
I wonder if I'll ever see you again
At every time, I've always known
That you where there, upon your throne
A lonely queen, without her king
I longed for you, my love forever
All of my life
Where have you been
I wonder if I'll ever see you again
And if that day comes
I know we could win
I wonder if I'll ever see you again
All of my life
Where have you been
I wonder if I'll ever see you again
And if that day comes
I know we could win
I wonder if I'll ever see you again
All of my life
Where have you been
I wonder if I'll ever see you again
And if that day comes
I know we could win
I wonder if I'll ever see you again
I wonder if I'll ever see you again
I wonder if I'll ever see you again
I wonder if I'll ever see you again
I wonder if I'll ever see you again
I wonder if I'll ever see you again
I wonder if I'll ever see you again
I wonder if I'll ever see you again
#29
Dire Straits - Sultans of swing
You get a shiver in the dark
It's been raining in the park but meantime
South of the river you stop and you hold everything
A band is blowing "Dixie" double four time
You feel all right when you hear that music ring
You step inside but you don't see too many faces
Coming in out of the rain to hear the jazz go down
Too much competition too many other places
But not too many horns can make that sound
Way on downsouth way on downsouth London town
You check out Guitar George he knows all the chords
Mind he's strictly rhythm he doesn't want to make it cry or sing
And an old guitar is all he can afford
When he gets up under the lights to play his thing
And Harry doesn't mind if he doesn't make the scene
He's got a daytime job he's doing alright
He can play honky tonk just like anything
Saving it up for Friday night
With the sultans, with the sultans of swing
And a crowd of young boys they're fooling around in the corner
Drunk and dressed in their best brown baggies and their platform soles
They don't give a damn about any trumpet-playing band
It ain't what they call rock'n'roll
And the sultans, yeah the sultans that play Creole, Creole
And then the man he steps right up to the microphone
And says at last just as the time bell rings
"Thank you goodnight now it's time to go home"
And he makes it fast with one more thing
"We are the sultans of swing"
You get a shiver in the dark
It's been raining in the park but meantime
South of the river you stop and you hold everything
A band is blowing "Dixie" double four time
You feel all right when you hear that music ring
You step inside but you don't see too many faces
Coming in out of the rain to hear the jazz go down
Too much competition too many other places
But not too many horns can make that sound
Way on downsouth way on downsouth London town
You check out Guitar George he knows all the chords
Mind he's strictly rhythm he doesn't want to make it cry or sing
And an old guitar is all he can afford
When he gets up under the lights to play his thing
And Harry doesn't mind if he doesn't make the scene
He's got a daytime job he's doing alright
He can play honky tonk just like anything
Saving it up for Friday night
With the sultans, with the sultans of swing
And a crowd of young boys they're fooling around in the corner
Drunk and dressed in their best brown baggies and their platform soles
They don't give a damn about any trumpet-playing band
It ain't what they call rock'n'roll
And the sultans, yeah the sultans that play Creole, Creole
And then the man he steps right up to the microphone
And says at last just as the time bell rings
"Thank you goodnight now it's time to go home"
And he makes it fast with one more thing
"We are the sultans of swing"
#30
Hello darkness my old friend,
I've come to talk with you again
Because a vision softly creeping
left it's seeds while I was sleeping
And the vision that was planted in my brain
still remains, within the sounds of silence
In restless dreams I walked alone,
narrow streets of cobblestone
'neath the halo of a streetlamp
I turned my collar to the cold and damp
when my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light
split the night... and touched the sound of silence
And in the naked light I saw
ten thousand people maybe more
people talking without speaking
people hearing without listening
people writing songs that voices never share
noone dare, disturb the sound of silence
Fools said I you do not know,
silence like a cancer grows,
hear my words that I might teach you
take my arms that I might reach you
but my words, like silent raindrops fell...
and echoed the will of silence
And the people bowed and prayed,
to the neon god they made
And the sign flashed out its warning
in the words that it was forming
And the sign said, "The words of the prophets
are written on the subway walls, and tenement halls
and whisper the sounds of silence".
I've come to talk with you again
Because a vision softly creeping
left it's seeds while I was sleeping
And the vision that was planted in my brain
still remains, within the sounds of silence
In restless dreams I walked alone,
narrow streets of cobblestone
'neath the halo of a streetlamp
I turned my collar to the cold and damp
when my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light
split the night... and touched the sound of silence
And in the naked light I saw
ten thousand people maybe more
people talking without speaking
people hearing without listening
people writing songs that voices never share
noone dare, disturb the sound of silence
Fools said I you do not know,
silence like a cancer grows,
hear my words that I might teach you
take my arms that I might reach you
but my words, like silent raindrops fell...
and echoed the will of silence
And the people bowed and prayed,
to the neon god they made
And the sign flashed out its warning
in the words that it was forming
And the sign said, "The words of the prophets
are written on the subway walls, and tenement halls
and whisper the sounds of silence".
non vi siete mai chiesti se io abbia un desiderio…
vorrei vivere una notte, anche una sola...
vorrei vivere una notte, anche una sola...