Lyrics in your head right now Thread

tutto oggi che c'ho in testa 'sta frase dei Ballboy
(piccola band di Edimburgo , una delle ultime scoperte del compianto John Peel)
all the records on the radio are shite....

grossa verità

a parte "(Don't Call Me) Harp" degli Stiff Little Fingers che mi gira per le casse adesso...al periodo si addice "Screamager" dei Therapy? (ma quanto cacchio son bravi sti irlandesi)...quel poco che ho capito dalla canzone a orecchio mi gira in testa da tanto:

"your beauty makes me feel alone
i look inside but noone's home

screw that, forget about that, i don't wanna think about anything like that
screw that, forget about that, i don't wanna know about anything like that

i got nothing to do but hang around and get screwed up on you"


bella la frase fergus...approvo

"Listen Johnny; you're like a mother
To the girl you've fallen for,
And you're still falling.

Listen Johnny;
You're like a mother to the girl you've fallen for,
And you're still falling,
And if they come tonight
You'll roll up tight and take whatever's coming to you next."


Belle and Sebastian "Slow Graffiti"

"The girl who works in the record shop

she says that I am not avant guarde enough

so what, she only works in a record shop

and I don't give a fuck what she says or she thinks about me"


Ballboy

"Uninvited feelings, they come without a warning and stay too long..."

SOCIAL DISTORTION - Cold Feelings

Everybody hates an emergency case ah ha
Everybody hates an emergency case ah ha
Cos who disgraces - emergency cases

Cos when you say we're gone we still hang on ah ha
Cos when you say we're gone we still hang on ah ha
Cos 9 9 9's a waste of time

undertones

I wanna kiss you every minute, every hour, every day
You got me in a spin but everythin' is A.OK!

Touching you, touching me
touching you, god you're touching me

I believe in a thing called love
Just listen to the rhythm of my heart
There's a chance we could make it now
We'll be rocking 'til the sun goes down
I believe in a thing called love

The Darkness

uno dei pezzi più suonati nei peggiori pub di Edimburgo

WELL I WONDER
The Smiths

Well I wonder
Do you hear me when you sleep ?
I hoarsely cry
Why ...

Well I wonder
Do you see me when we pass ?
I half die ...
Why ...


Please keep me in mind
Please keep me in mind


Gasping - but somehow still alive
This is the fierce last stand of all I am


Gasping - dying - but somehow still alive
This is the final stand of all I am


Please keep me in mind

THANK GOD, I'M A COUNTRY BOY
John Denver
- words and music by John Martin Summers


Well, life on the farm is kinda laid back
Ain't much an old country boy like me can't hack
It's early to rise, early in the sack
Thank God, I'm A Country Boy

Well a simple kinda life never did me no harm
A raisin' me a family and workin' on a farm
My days are all filled with an easy country charm
Thank God I'm a country boy

When the work's all done and the sun's settin' low
I pull out my fiddle and I rosin' up the bow
The kids are asleep so I keep it kinda low
Thank God I'm a country boy

I'd play "Sally Goodin'" all day if I could
But the Lord and my wife wouldn't take it very good
So I fiddle when I can, work when I should
Thank God, I'm a country boy

Well, I got me a fine wife, I got me old fiddle
When the sun's comin' up I got cakes on the griddle
Life ain't nothin' but a funny, funny riddle
Thank God I'm A country boy

Well I wouldn't trade my life for diamonds or jewels
I never was one of them money hungry fools
I'd rather have my fiddle and my farmin' tools
Thank God I'm a country boy

Yeah, city folk drivin' in a black limousine
A lotta sad people thinkin' that's a mighty keen
Son, let me tell ya now exactly what I mean
I thank God I'm a country boy

Well, I got me a fine wife, I got me old fiddle
When the sun's comin' up I got cakes on the griddle
Life ain't nothin' but a funny, funny riddle
Thank God I'm a country boy

Well, my fiddle was my daddy's til the day he died
And he took me by the hand and held me close to his side
He said...'Live a good life and play my fiddle with pride
And thank God you're a country boy"

My daddy taught me young how to hunt and how to whittle
He taught me how to work and play a tune on the fiddle
Taught me how to love and how to give just a little
Thank God I'm a country boy

Well, I got me a fine wife, I got me old fiddle
When the sun's comin' up I got cakes on the griddle
Life ain't nothing but a funny, funny riddle
Thank God I'm a country boy



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[Modificato da Sean1 26/01/2005 10.11]

Eins
Hier kommt die Sonne
Zwei
Hier kommt die Sonne
Drei
Sie ist der hellste Stern von allen
Vier
Hier kommt die Sonne

Sonne - Rammstein

Mull of Kintyre, written by Brian Frederick and Paul McCartney, vocals by Dallas Smith

Mull of Kintyre, oh mist rolling in from the sea
My desire, is always to be here
Oh Mull of Kintyre
Far have I traveled and much have I seen
Darkest of mountains with valleys of green
Vast painted deserts, the sunsets on fire
As he carries me home to the Mull of Kintyre
Mull of Kintyre, oh mist rolling in from the sea
My desire, is always to be here
Oh Mull of Kintyre

Sweep through the heather, like deer in the Glen
Carry me back to the days I knew then
Nights when we sang like a heavenly choir
Of the life and the times of the Mull of Kintyre
Mull of Kintyre, oh mist rolling in from the sea
My desire, is always to be here
Oh Mull of Kintyre

Smiles in the sunshine and tears in the rain
Still take me back where my memories remain
Flickering embers grow higher and high
As they carry me back to the Mull of Kintyre

Mull of Kintyre, oh mist rolling in from the sea
My desire, is always to be here
Oh Mull of Kintyre

Altogether now!!!

When I was going over
the Cork and Kerry Mountains...

"The SKA, the SKA, the SKA.........of Free Jamaica"

Trojan box vol II

...ti sei fatto il palazzo sul jumbo,
noi invece corriamo sempre appresso all'ambo,
ambo terno tombola e cinquina...
se vinco mi danno un litro di... benzina..
spendi spandi spandi spendi effendi..lailàààààà!!!!
spider coupè gitti alfetta
a duecento c'è sempre una donna che t'aspetta,
sdraiata sul cofano all'autosalone
che ti dice prendimi maschiaccio libidinoso....coglione...!!
spendi spandi spandi spendi effendi lailààààà!!

.."Spendi spandi effendi" da Aida (1977)..logicamente Rino!

Nel delirio post-esame solo questo può essere il tormentone odierno!

New School Dropouts - Tragic Dub... good vibes making they way to yous!

I left you in the rain
I'm trying to say I'm sorry for this.
I left you in such pain
And now they say police are coming after me.
I hurt you and your soul
It's something I regret, circumstancial chance,
I hope to see you one day, one day.

"And I've cried for all your troubles
Smiled at your funny little ways"

La Crus (1997) > Come Ogni Volta

Sei le sbarre al mio silenzio
Sei il nemico andato via
Mille volte l'unica poesia
Sei la cella e il prigioniero
L'illusione che cadrà
Mille volte l'unica realtà

Tu sei l'alito che guida
Le mie dita su di te, sei il respiro dentro ai miei
Perché

Sei la prossima parola
Sei la voce calma che
Dà la forza a tutti i miei
Perché

Tu sei l'inverno in fondo al cuore
Sei l'estate che non c'è
Tu sei la via che passa dentro me.

Architetture Lontane


Avvenne per caso in una
Stradina moderna sotto la pioggia
Gli ombrelli che fanno zum -zum - zum
E l’ universo fa bum - bum - bum

Lui: una canzone francese
Lei: una rossa risata irlandese
Piovvero languidi giorni
Piovvero languidi giorni…

Sì ma io dov’ero andato
Tutto mi sarei guardato
E ne avrei scritto anche meglio di così

…
Lui era un loden portato da una
Dolcezza senza rimpianti
Da studi classici ardenti,
La pipa morsa tra i denti…

Lei era un cavallo, un gatto, un’ondata
Di mare nordico al sole,
Vestita come uno vuole,
Vestita come uno vuole…
(…)

Due belle gambe, lei e un po’ di
Fumo azzurro, lui…
Col permesso degli dei…

Gli dei dei bei sonni…
Gli dei dei begli anni,
Gli dei dell’ amore rosso,
Del fuoco nelle sottane, architetture lontane…
(…)

La vecchia canzone francese
Contro una rossa risata irlandese
Gli ombrelli che fanno zum -zum - zum
E l’ universo fa bum - bum - bum

...this love is like a drop in the ocean,
this love is like a drop in the ocean...

Words like violence
Break the silence
Come crashing in
Into my little world
Painful to me
Pierce right through me
Can't you understand
Oh my little girl

All I ever wanted
All I ever needed
Is here in my arms
Words are very unnecessary
They can only do harm

i Depeche Mode sono assolutamente dei grandi....

You own the money,
You control the witness.
I'll leave you lonely.
Don't monkey with my business.
You pay the prophets to justify your reasons.
I heard your promise,but I don't believe it.
That's why I've done it again. No-no-Notoooooorious.


Qualcuno mi salvi!

grandi i Duran Duran!! li ho visti qui a Dublino

Panic on the streets of london
Panic on the streets of birmingham
I wonder to myself
Could life ever be sane again ?
The leeds side-streets that you slip down
I wonder to myself
Hopes may rise on the grasmere
But honey pie, you’re not safe here
So you run down
To the safety of the town
But there’s panic on the streets of carlisle
Dublin, dundee, humberside
I wonder to myself

Burn down the disco
Hang the blessed dj
Because the music that they constantly play
It says nothing to me about my life
Hang the blessed dj
Because the music they constantly play

On the leeds side-streets that you slip down
Or provincial towns you jog ’round
Hang the dj, hang the dj, hang the dj
Hang the dj, hang the dj, hang the dj
.......

ti adoro moris...stupenda sta canzone

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Scritto da: Corcaigh 15/02/2005 15.21
...this love is like a drop in the ocean,
this love is like a drop in the ocean...

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GRANDE GRANDE GRANDE CORCAIGH.. GRANDE depression per me però...non posso pensare agli U2 e al concerto a cui NON potrò assistere....CHE NERVOSOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO ..

YAHWEEEEEH....YAHWEEEEHHH...STILL I'M WAITING FOR THE DAWN ....

ciao...ciao...

"and we find ourselves in the same ol' mess
singin' drunken lullabies"

DRUNKEN LULLABIES dei FLOGGING MOLLY

Heaven ain't close in a place like this
I said heaven ain't close in a place like this...

in questi giorni mi ci sveglio la mattina con questa canzone in testa...sono perseguitata...

Your fingerprints
The flesh, her arm, your bones
I'd like to know
Why all these things move me

My heart knows me better than I know myself
So I'm gonna let it do all the talking
I came across a place in the middle of nowhere
With a big black horse and a cherry tree

Here a tower shinning bright
Once stood gleaming in the night
Where now there's just the rubble
In the hole here the paddies and the frogs
Came to gamble on the dogs
Came to gamble on the dogs not long ago

Oh the torn up ticket stubs
From a hundred thousand mugs
Now washed away with dead dreams in the snow
And the car-parks going up
And they're pulling down the pubs
And its just another bloody snowie day

Oh sweet city of my dreams
Of speed and skill and schemes
Like Atlantis you just disappeared from view
And the hare upon the wire
Has been burnt upon your pyre
Like the black dog that once raced
Out from trap two

Non riesco a togliermi la voce di Shane dalla testa oggi...
Alzo la testa da pagine piene di numeri e vedo fiocchi di neve cadere sull'ultima capitale dell'Impero Romano...
non ci starebbe male una birra.