Drastic Lyrics
Drastic Lyrics
"Blue Light Prisoners Lyrics"
Rust Cleansing Lyrics
Silence has already spoken They have all failed to hold their chairs Shame left its print on their faces Muted and perfectly there And so am I Rust, cleansing in harm Echoes of laughter and beauty Cleverly disguised and still and cold In every eye silver mirrors (witho
Silence has already spoken They have all failed to hold their chairs Shame left its print on their faces Muted and perfectly there And so am I Rust, cleansing in harm Echoes of laughter and beauty Cleverly disguised and still and cold In every eye silver mirrors (witho
I ride
A beast in the sky
Your innocent face
Your wonderful eyes
Possessing you
My blood will seize
A holy place
To worship
The pride of the night
Mysterious god
You keeper of storms
The essence
Of power and might
"My dear
After all
These years
My faith
Is still
Blind"
I saw the light
Deep...Deep...
I loved these lies
See...See...
The words of god
Hear...Hear...
"The taste
Of these
Dreams
This blue-light
Is simply
Divine"
L'UOMO CHE SOFFRE
Sol
My Medallion (short version) Lyrics
Hey fellas You ever have one them girls that just bad Know what I mean? No, I ain't talkin' about fine, I'm talkin' about bad! Cuss all the time, steal..,man she rob her own moms Down at the post office got two pictures I'm talkin' about one of Bebe's kids, y'all - bad! Hear me?<
o oraHey fellas You ever have one them girls that just bad Know what I mean? No, I ain't talkin' about fine, I'm talkin' about bad! Cuss all the time, steal..,man she rob her own moms Down at the post office got two pictures I'm talkin' about one of Bebe's kids, y'all - bad! Hear me?<
se ti puoi sedere
qu? accanto,
la mia storia
sfiora
l'innocenza
delle tue parole
ne proferisci,
eppure ascolti
ci? che ti dice
la mia bugia
e sai,
tu lo sai che mento,
voraci artigli,
la presa facile
mi stupisce,
una belva,
nella notte pi? scura,
trascina verso
le mie braccia
l'ansimante
brama di destino,
vita di perdono,
quale sommo mistero
del nostro comunicarci,
col mondo,
questa terra fredda
che dove si getta,
nel mare
delle tempeste
? ghiaccio
e ricopre
come mai
tu potresti
l'inconsa
One Last Drink Lyrics
Old John from his deathbed cried: "Think I will wait 'til tomorrow to die Sun is shining, birds do sing This, sir, is no day to go" Up and out the door CHORUS: I've had a life that's full Everyone's been good to me So fire up that fiddle, boy And give me o
evoleOld John from his deathbed cried: "Think I will wait 'til tomorrow to die Sun is shining, birds do sing This, sir, is no day to go" Up and out the door CHORUS: I've had a life that's full Everyone's been good to me So fire up that fiddle, boy And give me o
ipocrisia
dei miei sguardi,
delle luci che
un fuoco qua e l?
della mente mia
fanno dimora.
Sognano
se potessero
dal blu, light-blue,
passare nel rosso,
giallo,
poi via,
verso il cielo
come le forze
che ci inchiodano,
angeli senza ali,
all'irrequietudine
del nostro silenzio.
Di giorni,
mattinate interminabili,
? dunque di sera
che siamo onesti,
permettendo che
si rifletta,
quest'immagine
stravolta
delle nostre paure,
che vada,
aperta da chi la vede,
nelle nostre insensate
conversazioni
c'? la
Rosanna Lyrics
All I wanna do when I wake up in the morning is see youR eyes Rosanna, Rosanna I never thought that a girl like you could ever care for me, Rosanna All I wanna do in the middle of the evening is hold you tight Rosanna, Rosanna I didn't know you were looking for more than I could ever be
noia,All I wanna do when I wake up in the morning is see youR eyes Rosanna, Rosanna I never thought that a girl like you could ever care for me, Rosanna All I wanna do in the middle of the evening is hold you tight Rosanna, Rosanna I didn't know you were looking for more than I could ever be
mentre schiere
di mammiferi
subacquei,
nel blue,
intenso come
le lacrime
di un non-bambino,
saltano tra le onde
il pasto
che avrebbero potuto
squartare;
il sale
negli occhi
brucia
la gola
che ha sete
ha visto
nascere
dodici nuove speranze,
nel mentre
di una nuova
stagione.
Nella carne
di un uomo
che soffre.
"Then all the charm
Is broken, all that phantom-world so fair
Vanishes, and a thousand circlets spread
And each mis-shape's the other".
[Samuel Taylor Coleridge]