broken wings

01 marzo 2009 ore 11:54 segnala

Baby, I don't understand,
why we can't just hold on to each other's hands?
This time might be the last, I fear.
Unless I make it all too clear.
I need you so, ohh...
Take these broken wings,
and learn to fly again
learn to live so free.
And when we hear the voices sing,
the book of love will open up and let us in.
Take these broken wings...
Baby, I thing tonight
we can take what was wrong
and make it right.
Baby, it's all I know, that you're half of the flesh
and blood that makes me whole.
I need you so.
So take these broken wings,
you've got to learn to fly,
learn to live life so free.
And when we hear the voices sing,
the book of love will open up and let us in.
Yeah year, let us in, let us in.
Baby, it's all I know, that you're half of the flesh
and blood that makes me whole,
yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah.
So take these broken wings,
you've got to learn to fly,
learn to live life so free.
And when we hear the voices sing,
the book of love will open up and let us in.
Take these broken wings,
you've got to learn to fly,
learn to live life so free.
And when we hear the voices sing,
the book of love will open up and let us in.
Yeah year.
Yeah year.

mad world

27 febbraio 2009 ore 16:55 segnala

MAD WORLD

All around me are familiar faces
Worn out places
Worn out faces

Bright and early for their daily races
Going nowhere
Going nowhere

Their tears are filling up their glasses
No expression
No expression

Hide my head I want to drown my sorrow
No tomorrow
No tomorrow

And I find it kind of funny
I find it kind of sad
The dreams in which Iím dying
Are the best Iíve ever had
I find it hard to tell you
I find it hard to take
When people run in circles
Itís a very very
Mad world
Mad world

Children waiting for the day they feel good
Happy birthday
Happy birthday

Made to feel the way that every child should
Sit down and listen
Sit down and listen

Went to school and I was very nervous
No one knew me
No one knew me

Hello teacher tell me whatís my lesson
Look right through me
Look right through me

And I find it kind of funny
I find it kind of sad
The dreams in which Iím dying
Are the best Iíve ever had
I find it hard to tell you
I find it hard to take
When people run in circles
Itís a very very
Mad world
Mad world
enlarged in your world
Mad world

vita.....

30 settembre 2008 ore 12:05 segnala
Per le strade nessuno vuole essere un bosscerca solo di campare e di stare bene coi flossil lavoro rende automa rimodella il genoma, ho 3mesi di prova e maledico il diploma, per menon cíŤ spazio nel locale vietato fumare mia madrerimette i miei peccati nel confessionalevorrebbe un figlio laureato e ne ha uno fottutotrova una palla nepalese e chiede a Dio aiutoresto io muto faccio le scelte piý sbagliate e istintivesarŗ colpa del mio fiutofra le persone non cerco compassioneconcentro le parole, contengo delusione,non tengo alle cose terrene ma ho líetŗsopra la carta díidentitŗ che mi preme, sbircio benedalla tua serratura grossa ho la paura fottutadi una vita fottuta senza risposta

destino

06 settembre 2008 ore 23:00 segnala
Io credo che il destino sia gia' scritto, le persone che dovrai incontrare le scelte da prendere i momenti felici e quelli tristi, pero' allo stesso tempo penso che durante la strada del nostro destino siamo come una piuma su quella strada.... e come tale veniamo portati dal vento e da questo movimento cambia anche il destino.