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Coming up beyond belief On this coronary thief More than just a light motive More chaotic, no relief I’ll describe the way I feel Weeping wounds that never heal Can the savior be for real Or are you just my seventh seal? No hesitation, no delay You come on just like special K Just like I swallowed half my stash I never ever want to crash No hesitation, no delay You come on just like special K Now you’re back with dope demand I’m on sinking sand Gravity No escaping gravity Gravity No escaping… not for free I fall down… hit the ground Make a heavy sound Every time you seem to come around I’ll describe the way I feel You’re my new Achilles heel Can this savior be for real Or are you just my seventh seal? No hesitation, no delay You come on just like special K Just like I swallowed half my stash I never ever want to crash No hesitation, no delay You come on just like special K Now you’re back with dope demand I’m on sinking sand Gravity No escaping gravity Gravity No escaping… not for free I fall down… hit the ground Make a heavy sound Every time you seem to come around No escaping gravity No escaping gravity No escaping gravity No escaping gravity Gravity |
blog
non
respiro.
none’ piacevole svegliarsi con la netta senzazione di avere un cancro ai polmoni.
Mondiali
ho pensato a lungo su come esporre in modo costruttivo la mia… bho, rabbia, intolleranza, odio,…. non so…. verso i suddetti.
non giungendo a niente, mi limitero’ a usare la firma di un mio amico da un forum.
“Tutto cio’ e’ orrore scenico”
quellochenonriescoafare
(non che mi interessi per fini pratici, giusto per aggiornare qua piu’ spesso.)
“Non avere un pensiero e saperlo esprimere: è questo che fa di uno un giornalista” – Karl Kraus
summertime
l’estate e’ veramente poco produttiva.
troppa felicita’ nell’aria.
“l’ estate e’ illusione, l’inverno e’ realtà.”
ps: www.charlie89.deviantart.com
Ascoltare
e’ molto meglio che parlare.
Che
caldo.
Just (You do it to yourself)
Can’t get the stink off
He’s been hanging round for days
Comes like a comet
Suckered you but not your friends
One day he’ll get to you
And teach you how to be a holy cow
You do it to yourself, you do
and that’s what really hurts
You do it to yourself, just you
you and no-one else
You do it to yourself
You do it to yourself
Don’t get my sympathy
Hanging out the 15th floor
You’ve changed the locks three times
He still comes reeling through the door
One day I’ll get to you
And teach you how to get to purest hell
You do it to yourself, you do
and that’s what really hurts
You do it to yourself, just you
you and no-one else
You do it to yourself
You do it to yourself
You do it to yourself, you do
and that’s what really hurts is
You do it to yourself, just you
you and no-one else
You do it to yourself
You do it to yourself, yourself, yourself.
questo video mi ha sconvolto.
ps: ho investito un riccio.
There Are No Way Out
non mi sento tagliato per questo.
Saranno i Radiohead?
tu credi?
apri il cuore, Lorenzo.
cosa nasconde?
