domingo, 27 de marzo de 2011
Delicate by Damien Rice
We might kiss when we are alone
When nobody's watching
We might take it home
We might make out when nobody's there
It's not that we're scared
It's just that it's delicate
So why'd you fill my sorrows
With the words you've borrowed
From the only place you've known
And why'd ya sing Hallelujah
If it means nothing to you
Why'd you sing with me at all?
We might live like never before
When there's nothing to give
Well how can we ask for more
We might make love in some sacred place
The look on your face is delicate
So why'd you fill my sorrow
With the words you've borrowed
From the only place that you've known
And why'd you sing Hallelujah
If it means nothing to you
Why'd you sing with me at all?
And why'd you fill my sorrows
With the words you've borrowed
From the only place that you've known
Why'd you sing Hallelujah
If it means nothing to you
Why'd you sing with me at all?
sábado, 26 de marzo de 2011
betterfly by Jonny Meloband
And it came out of nowhere
Unexpectedly thrust
Pair of not so broad shoulders to bear
Through confusion and traffic jams
Thought he heard you say have a nice life
And when time feels like changin
All the plans you've been making
Maybe then you will realize who
Who’s your best friend?
I think Love is a mystery
And hate just perplexes me
And it roams with no deference or shame
But it fears every one of us
If truth must be known
It’s our image that puts it to shame
And when time feels like changin
All the plans you've been making
Understand it's revealing
All the pain you're concealing
Maybe then you will realize who
Who’s your best friend?
Maybe then
Who’s your best friend?
jueves, 10 de marzo de 2011
miércoles, 2 de marzo de 2011
Ho imparato a sognare by Negrita
Ho imparato a sognare,
che non ero bambino
che non ero neanche un' età
Quando un giorno di scuola
mi durava una vita
e il mio mondo finiva un po là
Tra quel prete palloso
che ci dava da fare
e il pallone che andava
come fosse a motore
C'era chi era incapace a sognare
e chi sognava già
Ho imparato a sognare
e ho iniziato a sperare
che chi c'ha avere avrà
ho imparato a sognare
quando un sogno è un cannone,
che se sogni
ne ammazzi metà
Quando inizi a capire
che sei solo e in mutande
quando inizi a capire
che tutto è più grande
C' era chi era incapace a sognare
e chi sognava già
Tra una botta che prendo
e una botta che dò
tra un amico che perdo
e un amico che avrò
che se cado una volta
una volta cadrò
e da terra, da lì m'alzerò
C'è che ormai che ho imparato a sognare non smetterò
Ho imparato a sognare,
quando inizi a scoprire
che ogni sogno
ti porta più in là
cavalcando aquiloni,
oltre muri e confini
ho imparato a sognare da là
Quando tutte le scuse,
per giocare son buone
quando tutta la vita
è una bella canzone
C'era chi era incapace a sognare
e chi sognava già
Tra una botta che prendo
e una botta che dò
tra un amico che perdo
e un amico che avrò
che se cado una volta
una volta cadrò
e da terra, da lì m'alzerò
C'è che ormai che ho imparato a sognare non smetterò
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Ain't no Reason by Brett Dennen
there ain't no reasons things are this way
its how they've always been and they intend to stay
i can't explain why we live this way
we do it everyday
preachers on the podiums speaking to saints
prophets on the sidewalks begging for change
old ladies laughing from the fire escape, cursing my name
i got a basket full of lemons and they all taste the same
a window and a pigeon with a broken wing
you can spend your whole life working for something
just to have it taken away
people walk around pushing back their desks
wearing pay checks like necklaces and bracelets
talking 'bout nothing, not thinking about their
every little heart beat, every little breath
people walk a tight rope on a razor's edge
carrying their hurt and hatred and weapons
it could be a bomb or a bullet or a pin
or a thought or a word or a sentence.
there ain't no reasons things are this way
its how they've always been and they intend to stay
i don't know why i say the things i say,
but i say them anyway.
but love will come set me free
love will come set me free
i do believe
love will come set me free
i know it will
love will come set me free
yes
prison walls still standing tall
some things never change at all
keep on building prisons,
gonna fill them all.
keep on building bombs
gonna drop them all
working your fingers bare to the bone
breaking your back, make you sell your soul
like a lung is filled with coal, suffocating slow
the wind blows wild and i may move
but politicians lie and i'm not fooled
you don't need no reason or a 3 piece suit
to argue the truth
the air on my skin and the world under my toes
Slavery stitched into the fabric of my clothes
chaos and commotion wherever i go
love, i try to follow
but love will come set me free
love will come set me free
i do believe
love will come set me free
i know it will
love will come set me free
yes
there ain't no reasons things are this way
its how they've always been and they intend to stay
i can't explain why we live this way;
we do it everyday.
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