[O.T.] Testi delle vostre canzoni preferite!

[balkan wolf]

OZZY OSBOURNE

MR. CROWLEY

clip+testo

http://it.youtube.com/watch?v=pdlS7tab5rQ

[Gigi_Boolean]

Lisa Miskovsky - Still Alive

I have changed
I have changed
Just like you
Just like you

For how long
For how long
Must I wait
I know there's something wrong

Your concrete heart isn't beating
And you've tried to
Make it come alive

No shadows
Just red lights
Now I'm here to rescue you

Oh I'm still alive
I'm still alive
I cannot apologise no

Oh I'm still alive
I'm still alive
I cannot apologise no

So silent
No violence
But inside my head
So loud and clear

You're screaming
You're screaming
Cover up with a smile I've learned to fear

Just sunshine
And blue sky
That's just how it goes
For living here

Come fire
Come fire
Let it burn and love come racing through

Oh I'm still alive
I'm still alive
I cannot apologise no

Oh I'm still alive
I'm still alive
I cannot apologise no

I'm learning to lose
I'm learning to win
I turn my face against the wind

I will move fast
I will move slow
Take me where I have to go

Oh I'm still alive
I'm still alive
I cannot apologise no


Video:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dcmAdXYY3TI

[lone wolf]

Un soffio di poesia per chiudere degnamente una piovosa e fredda giornata di fine novembre...notte a tutti!
PFM - Dove...Quando...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UN3tZsWHcJo

dove stai? dove sei?
solo dentro me.

Cosa fai? come sei?
solo come me.
inventarti qua e là 
è gioco vecchio oramai:
bussa già 
la fretta di te.

Che farai amore mio,
che sorriso avrai?
Dai tuoi si dai tuoi no
cosa impareró?

Principessa serena del tempo che avró.
bussa già 
la fretta di te.

[tiffany rayne]

Elio e le storie tese - Il vitello dai piedi di balsa

http://it.youtube.com/watch?v=U2GvRwKLGck

Nel boschetto della mia fantasia c'e' un fottio di animaletti un po' matti inventati da me, che mi fanno ridere quando sono triste, che mi fanno ridere quando sono felice, che mi fanno ridere quando sono medio; in pratica mi fanno ridere sempre, quel fottio di animaletti inventati da me.

C'e' il vitello con i piedi di balsa il vitello con i piedi di spugna e indovina chi c'e'? C' e' pure il vitello coi piedi di cobalto , c'e' il vitello coi piedi tonnati quattro ne ho inventati, sono gli animali della mia e della tua fantasia.

Ma un giorno il vitello dai piedi di balsa si reco' dal vitello coi piedi di cobalto. Gli disse "C'e' il vitello coi piedi tonnati che parla molto male di te: sostiene che i tuoi piedi non sono di vero cobalto ma sono soltanto quattro piedi di pane ricoperti da un sottile strato di cobalto".

[canta Ruggeri]
"Mio caro vitello dai piedi di balsa, la tua storia e' falsa: l'amico vitello coi piedi di spugna mi ha svelato la verita' :egli ha nascosto una microspia nei tuoi piedi di balsa e nei piedi tonnati, cosi' ha scoperto che tu, solo tu,
[pezzo di chitarra dei Pink Floyd]
sempre tu, anche tu, nient'altro che tu, proprio tu sei il vitello dai piedi di balsa inventore di una storia falsa.
Accusavi il vitello dai piedi tonnati e per questo i tuoi piedi saranno asportati".

[Mangoni:] Ma la legge prevede una pena aggiuntiva per questo reato: l'ascolto forzato di":
(pezzo dei Los Sri Lanka Parakramabahu Brothers)

Nel boschetto della mia fantasia ora c'e' un vitello senza piu' i piedi che invoca pieta',
quand'ecco che un piccolo amico si avvicina:
"Mi presento, son l'orsetto ricchione e come avrai intuito adesso t'inculo".

Frrrrrrr....

[bigtitslover]

Self Evident - Ani di Franco
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IJcOWQ1rym8

Yes,
us people are just poems
we're 90% metaphor
with a leanness of meaning
approaching hyper-distillation
and once upon a time
we were moonshine
rushing down the throat of a giraffe
yes, rushing down the long hallway
despite what the p.a. announcement says
yes, rushing down the long stairs
with the whiskey of eternity
fermented and distilled
to eighteen minutes
burning down our throats
down the hall
down the stairs
in a building so tall
that it will always be there
yes, it's part of a pair
there on the bow of Noah's ark
the most prestigious couple
just kickin back parked
against a perfectly blue sky
on a morning beatific
in its Indian summer breeze
on the day that America
fell to its knees
after strutting around for a century
without saying thank you
or please

and the shock was subsonic
and the smoke was deafening
between the setup and the punch line
cuz we were all on time for work that day
we all boarded that plane for it to fly
and then while the fires were raging
we all climbed up on the windowsill
and then we all held hands
and jumped into the sky

and every borough looked up when it heard the first blast
and then every dumb action movie was summarily surpassed
and the exodus uptown by foot and motorcar
looked more like war than anything I've seen so far
so far
so far
so fierce and ingenious
a poetic specter so far gone
that every jackass newscaster was struck dumb and stumbling
over 'oh my god' and 'this is unbelievable' and on and on
and I'll tell you what, while we're at it
you can keep the pentagon
keep the propaganda
keep each and every TV
that's been trying to convince me
to participate
in some prep school punk's plan to perpetuate retribution
perpetuate retribution
even as the blue toxic smoke of our lesson in retribution
is still hanging in the air
and there's ash on our shoes
and there's ash in our hair
and there's a fine silt on every mantle
from hell's kitchen to Brooklyn
and the streets are full of stories
sudden twists and near misses
and soon every open bar is crammed to the rafters
with tales of narrowly averted disasters
and the whiskey is flowin
like never before
as all over the country
folks just shake their heads
and pour

so here's a toast to all the folks who live in Palestine
Afghanistan
Iraq
El Salvador
here's a toast to the folks living on the pine ridge reservation
under the stone cold gaze of mt. Rushmore

here's a toast to all those nurses and doctors
who daily provide women with a choice
who stand down a threat the size of Oklahoma City
just to listen to a young woman's voice

here's a toast to all the folks on death row right now
awaiting the executioner's guillotine
who are shackled there with dread and can only escape into their heads
to find peace in the form of a dream

cuz take away our playstations
and we are a third world nation
under the thumb of some blue blood royal son
who stole the oval office and that phony election
I mean
it don't take a weatherman
to look around and see the weather
Jeb said he'd deliver Florida, folks
and boy did he ever

and we hold these truths to be self evident:
#1 George W. Bush is not president
#2 America is not a true democracy
#3 the media is not fooling me
cuz I am a poem heeding hyper-distillation
I've got no room for a lie so verbose
I'm looking out over my whole human family
and I'm raising my glass in a toast

here's to our last drink of fossil fuels
let us vow to get off of this sauce
shoo away the swarms of commuter planes
and find that train ticket we lost
cuz once upon a time the line followed the river
and peeked into all the backyards
and the laundry was waving
the graffiti was teasing us
from brick walls and bridges
we were rolling over ridges
through valleys
under stars
I dream of touring like Duke Ellington
in my own railroad car
I dream of waiting on the tall blonde wooden benches
in a grand station aglow with grace
and then standing out on the platform
and feeling the air on my face

give back the night its distant whistle
give the darkness back its soul
give the big oil companies the finger finally
and relearn how to rock-n-roll
yes, the lessons are all around us and a change is waiting there
so it's time to pick through the rubble, clean the streets
and clear the air
get our government to pull its big dick out of the sand
of someone else's desert
put it back in its pants
and quit the hypocritical chants of
freedom forever

cuz when one lone phone rang
in two thousand and one
at ten after nine
on nine one one
which is the number we all called
when that lone phone rang right off the wall
right off our desk and down the long hall
down the long stairs
in a building so tall
that the whole world turned
just to watch it fall

and while we're at it
remember the first time around?
the bomb?
the Ryder truck?
the parking garage?
the princess that didn't even feel the pea?
remember joking around in our apartment on avenue D?

can you imagine how many paper coffee cups would have to change their design
following a fantastical reversal of the New York skyline?!

it was a joke, of course
it was a joke
at the time
and that was just a few years ago
so let the record show
that the FBI was all over that case
that the plot was obvious and in everybody's face
and scoping that scene
religiously
the CIA
or is it KGB?
committing countless crimes against humanity
with this kind of eventuality
as its excuse
for abuse after expensive abuse
and it didn't have a clue
look, another window to see through
way up here
on the 104th floor
look
another key
another door
10% literal
90% metaphor
3000 some poems disguised as people
on an almost too perfect day
must be more than poems
in some asshole's passion play
so now it's your job
and it's my job
to make it that way
to make sure they didn't die in vain
sshhhhhh....
baby listen
hear the train?

Sì, noi tutti siamo solo poesie
al 90% metafore
con una povertà  di senso
che si avvicina all'iperdistillazione
eppure c'è stato un tempo in cui eravamo raggi di luna

e scivolavamo giù per il collo di una giraffa
sì, scivolavamo per quel lungo corridoio
nonostante quello che dice l'impianto voce
sì, scivolavamo per quelle lunghe scale
con il whiskey dell'eternità  fermentato e distillato per diciotto minuti
che ci bruciava in gola
giù per il corridoio
giù per le scale
di un edificio così alto che resterà  lì per sempre
sì fa parte di una coppia
là  sulla prua dell'arca di Noè
la coppia più prestigiosa che si rimandava la palla
contro un cielo perfettamente azzurro
in quel mattino sublime
con la sua bellezza da estate indiana
il giorno in cui l'America cadde in ginocchio
dopo aver camminato impettita per un secolo
senza mai dire grazie o per favore

e lo shock fu subsonico
e il fumo assordante
perchè eravamo tutti al lavoro in orario quel giorno
e tutti ci siamo imbarcati su quel volo
e poi mentre le fiamme infuriavano
ci siamo tutti arrampicati sul davanzale
e poi ci siamo presi per mano,
tutti e ci siamo lanciati nel cielo
e ogni distretto ha alzato gli occhi
quando ha sentito il primo scoppio
e ogni stupido film d'azione di colpo è sembrato superato
e quell'esodo di persone e automobili
assomigliava alla guerra
più di ogni altra cosa che abbia visto finora
finora, per ora

così fiero e ingegnoso
un fantasma poetico riapparso dopo due secoli
che ogni commentatore idiota si trovó a balbettare
"oh mio dio" e "è incredibile"
nient'altro per ore e ore
e voglio dirvi una cosa, già  che ci siamo:
potete tenervi il Pentagono
tenervi la propaganda
tenervi ogni singola televisione
che ha tentato di convincermi
ad aderire al piano di qualche liceale fanatico
per orchestrare la ritorsione
proprio mentre il fumo bluastro e tossico
del nostro esempio di ritorsione
sta ancora ammorbando l'aria
e abbiamo cenere sulle scarpe
e cenere nei capelli
un mantello di sottile di limo
da Hell's Kitchen a Brooklyn
e le strade sono piene di storie
di svolte impreviste e ritardi provvidenziali
e ogni bar aperto
si riempie fino al soffitto di leggende di disastri evitati per un soffio
e il whiskey scorre come mai era successo
mentre in tutto il paese la gente scuote la testa e si versa da bere.

E allora facciamo un brindisi
a tutti quelli che vivono in Palestina
Afghanistan Iraq El Salvador
un brindisi a tutti quelli che vivono nella riserva di Pine Ridge
sotto lo sguardo gelido e pietrificato
del Mont Rushmore
un brindisi a tutti quei medici
e quelle infermiere
che ogni giorno permettono alle donne di scegliere
che affrontano una minaccia grande come Oklahoma City
solo per ascoltare la voce di una ragazza
un brindisi a tutti i condannati a morte
che in questo momento aspettano la loro ghigliottina
soffocati dal terrore
e possono fuggire solo in se stessi
per trovare la pace in forma di sogno

perchè portateci via le nostre playstation
e siamo una nazione da terzo mondo
dominata da una specie di erede blasonato
che ha usurpato lo studio ovale
e quelle elezioni fasulle
voglio dire,
che non ci vuole certo un metereologo
per guardare fuori che tempo fa
Jeb aveva detto che avrebbe consegnato la Florida, gente,
e altrochè se ci è riuscito
e queste sono le nostre verità  lampanti
1. George Bush non è presidente
2. l'America non è una vera democrazia
3. i media non mi prendono in giro
perchè io sono una poesia
attenta all'iperdistillazione
non ho posto per una bugia così prolissa
abbraccio con uno sguardo
tutta la mia famiglia di esseri umani
e sollevo il bicchiere in un brindisi
che sia il nostro ultimo sorso
di carburanti fossili
giuriamo di farla finita con questo veleno
di disperdere gli sciami di aerei pendolari
e ritrovare quel biglietto del treno
che avevamo perduto
perchè c'è stato un tempo in cui la ferrovia costeggiava il fiume
e curiosava in tutti i cortili
e c'era il bucato steso
e graffiti che ammicavano da ponti e muri di mattoni
giravamo tra montagne e vallate
sotto le stelle
io sogno di viaggiare come Duke Ellington
nella mia carrozza privata
sogno di aspettare
sulle alte panchine di legno biondo
in una stazione centrale inondata di grazia
e poi in piedi sul binario
sentire l'aria sul viso
restituire alla notte il suo fischio lontano
restituire alle tenebre l'anima
mandare affanculo una volta per tutte le grandi compagnie petrolifere
e imparare da capo il rock'n'roll

sì, gli esempi ci circondano
e ci aspetta un cambiamento
e dunque è ora di esaminare le macerie
ripulire le strade e rinfrescare l'aria
cosringere il governo
a tirar fuori il suo grosso uccello dalla sabbia del deserto di qualcun altro
rinfilarselo nei pantaloni
e farla finita con gli slogan ipocriti di libertà  duratura
perchè quando quell'unico telefono ha chiamato
nel 2001 alle nove e dieci il 911
che è il numero che tutti abbiamo chiamato quando quell'unico telefono ha squillato
dietro la parete dalla nostra scrivania
fino al corridoio
lungo le scale interminabili
di un edificio così alto
che il mondo intero si è voltato
solo per vederlo cadere.

E già  che ci siamo vi ricordate la prima volta?
la bomba? il camion?
il parcheggio sotterraneo?
la principessa che non si era neppure accorta del pisello?
vi ricordate come ci scherzavamo sopra?
riuscite ad immaginare quanti bicchieri di carta dovrebbero cambiare decorazione
inseguendo l'incredibile cambiamento dello skyline di New York?
era solo uno scherzo, naturalmente
solo uno scherzo
ed è successo solo pochi anni fa
e allora che l'inchiesta dimostri
che l'FBI era coinvolta nel caso
che la trama era evidente e sotto gli occhi di tutti
e ad esaminare la zona religiosamente
la CIA - o è il KGB?
che ha commesso innumerevoli crimini contro l'umanità 
sempre con questa eventualità  come scusa
per tutti gli abusi
commessi l'uno dopo l'altro
senza mai un indizio
guardate c'è un'altra finestra lassù,
al 104° piano
un'altra chiave
un'altra porta

letterale al 10%
al 90% metafora
tremila poesie travestite da persone
in una giornata quasi perfetta
dovrebbero essere qualcosa di più
che pedine nella sacra rappresentazione di qualche stronzo
così adesso tocca a voi e tocca a me
fare in modo che non siano morte invano.
Shhhhh...... ascolta piccola, lo senti il treno?

[Dark Side]

Michael Jackson - Bad

Your butt is mine
Gonna tell you right
Just show your face
In broad daylight
I'm telling you
On how I feel
Gonna catch your mind
Don't shoot to kill
Come on

Come on
Lay it on me
All right

I'm giving you
On count of three
To show your stuff
Or let it be
I'm telling you
Just to watch your mouth
I know your game
What you're about

Well, they say the sky's the limit
And to me that's really true
But my friend you have seen nothin'
Just wait till I get through

Because I'm bad, I'm bad
(Bad, bad, very bad)
Come On
You know I'm mad, I'm bad
(Bad, bad, very bad)
You know it
You know I'm bad, I'm bad
(Bad, bad, very bad)
Come on, you know
And the whole world
Has to answer right now
Just to tell you once again
Who's bad

The word is out
You're doin' wrong
Gonna lock you up
Before too long
Your lyin' eyes
Gonna tell you right
So listen up
Don't make a fight
Your talk is cheap
You're not a man
Your throwin' stones
To hide your hands

Well they say the sky's the limit
And to me that's really true
But my friend you have seen nothin'
Just wait till I get through

Because I'm bad, I'm bad
(Bad, bad, very bad)
Come On
You know I'm mad, I'm bad
(Bad, bad, very bad)
You know it
You know I'm bad, I'm bad
(Bad, bad, very bad)
You know it, you know
And the whole world
Has to answer right now
Just to tell you once again
Who's bad

We could change the world tomorrow
This could be a better place
If you don't like what I'm sayin'
Then won't you slap my face

Because I'm bad, I'm bad
(Bad, bad, very bad)
Come On
You know I'm mad, I'm bad
(Bad, bad, very bad)
You know it
You know I'm bad, I'm bad
(Bad, bad, very bad)
You know it, you know
And the whole world
Has to answer right now
Just to tell you once again

You know I'm bad, I'm bad
(Bad, bad, very bad)
Come On
You know I'm mad, I'm bad
(Bad, bad, very bad)
You know it, you know it
You know, you know
(Bad, bad, very bad)
You know, come on
And the whole world
Has to answer right now
Just to tell you once again

You know I'm boo, I'm bad
(Bad, bad, very bad)
You know it
You know I'm bad, I'm bad
(Bad, bad, very bad)
You know, you know
(Bad, bad, very bad)
Come on
And the whole world
Has to answer right now
Just to tell you once again

You know I'm bad, I'm bad
(Bad, bad, very bad)
You know it
You know I'm bad, you know
(Bad, bad, very bad)
You know I'm bad, I'm bad
(Bad, bad, very bad)
You know it, you know
And the whole world
Has to answer right now
Just to tell you once again

Who's bad?

[tiffany rayne]

Joe Jackson - Be My Number Two

http://it.youtube.com/watch?v=q6MKc5ubd ... re=related

Won't you be my number two
Me and number one are through
There won't be too much to do
Just smile when I feel blue

And there's not much left of me
What you get is what you see
Is it worth the energy
I leave it up to you

And if you got something to say to me
Don't try to play your funny games on me
I know that it's really not fair of me
But my heart's seen too much action

And every time I look at you
You'll be who I want you to
And I'll do what I can do
To make a dream or two come true
If you'll be my
If you be my number two

[Antonchik]

Primus - To defy the laws of tradition http://it.youtube.com/watch?v=4bHtcfmLci8

What if christmas didnt come this year
And no one paid for christmas cheer?
Who would cry the biggest tear,
The child or the store?
Why do brides wear virgin white?
Most do not deserve that right.
But to choose a color of their delight
Would surely bring on the frowns.
To defy the laws of tradition
Is a crusade only of the brave.
Suppose the taxman, he comes to town,
And you dont lay your money down.
Yet mr. jones he killed mr. brown the other day.
Well I wonder, whos gonna go to hell.

[Gerda]

PROPAGANDA - Sepultura

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sE4WcH8_ ... re=related

Why don't you get a life and grow up
Why don't you realize that you're fucked up
Why criticize what you don't understand
Why change my words, you're so afraid

You think you have the right to
put me down
Propaganda hides your scum
Face to face you don't have a word to say
You got in my way, now you'll have to pay

Don't, don't believe what you
see
Don't, don't believe what you read
No!!!

I know my ways, I'm here to stay
I didn't start all this yesterday
I'll prove you wrong all the way
Life teaches me you're always alone

Don't, don't believe what you
see
Don't, don't believe what read
No!!!

[Gerda]

MY ASS IS ON FIRE - Mr Bungle

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pRQeTvgDRq0

Impotence
Boomerang
I'll stab you

Clumps of hair
In the sink
Who's hiding
Things from me?

You knew all along, goddammit
But you wouldn't tell me
Well, look at you now

It's not funny, my ass is on fire
Paraplegic, inhuman liar

Carve a smile
On your face
Everything's great
Suffocate

It's beyond my control...I'm coming!

Boo
Redundant
Boring

[Gerda]

HARROWDOWN HILL

Orth... ehm, Thom Yorke


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Sjq0GWw-D2U


Don't walk the plank like I did
You will be dispensed with
when you've become inconvenient

Up on Harrowdown Hill
The way you used to go to school
That's where I am
That's where I'm lying down

Did I fall or was I pushed?
did I fall or was I pushed?
And where's the blood?
And where's the blood?

But I'm coming home
I'm coming home
To make it alright,
so dry your eyes

We think the same things at the same time
We just can't do anything about it

We think the same things at the same time
We just can't do anything about it

So don't ask me, ask the ministry
Don't ask me, ask the ministry

We think the same things at the same time
There are so many of us
So you can't count

We think the same things at the same time
There are so many of us
So you can't count...

Can you see me when I am running?
Can you see me when I am running?
Away from there...
Away from there...

I can't take the pressure
No one cares if you live or die
They just want me gone
They want me gone

And I'm coming home
I'm coming home
To make it all right
so dry your eyes
We think the same things at the same time
We just can't do anything about it

We think the same things at the same time
There are too many of us so you can't
There are too many of us so you can't count...

It was me walking to the back of Harrowdown Hill
It was me walking to the back of Harrowdown Hill

It was a slippery, slippery, slippery slope
It was a slippery, slippery, slippery slope
I felt me slipping in and out of consciousness
I felt me slipping in and out of consciousness

I feel me...

[tiffany rayne]

due cult anni '80....bei ricordi

Double - The Captain Of Her Heart

http://it.youtube.com/watch?v=YX-Ru1XkNZc

It was way past midnight
And she still couldn't fall asleep.
This night the dream was leaving
She tried so hard to keep.
And with the new day's morning
She felt it drift away.
Not only for a cruise, not only for a day.
Too long ago, too long apart
She could not wait another day for
The captain of her heart.
As the day came up, she made a stop.
She stopped waiting another day for
The captain of her heart.
Too long ago, too long apart
She could not wait another day for
The captain of her heart.
Too long ago, too long apart
She could not wait another day for
The captain of her heart.
As the day came up, she made a stop.
She stopped waiting another day for
The captain of her heart.
Too long ago, too long apart
She could not wait another day for
The captain of her heart.

The Cars - Drive

http://it.youtube.com/watch?v=uBLGlb-MO ... re=related

Who's gonna tell you when
It's too late
Who's gonna tell you things
Aren't so great
You can't go on
Thinking nothing's wrong
Who's gonna drive you home tonight

Who's gonna pick you up
When you fall
Who's gonna hang it up
When you call
Who's gonna pay attention
To your dreams
Who's gonna plug their ears
When you scream

You can't go on
Thinking nothing's wrong
Who's gonna drive you home tonight

Who's gonna hold you down
When you shake
Who's gonna come around
When you break

[misha71]

Go and look for the dejected once proud
Idol remembered in stone aloud
Then on coins his face was mirrored
Take a look it soon hath slithered
To a fractured marble slab, renunciation clad
His nourishment extract from his subjects
That mass production profile

Hes a god- in- in an alcove

Once he spread the rain
So they dreamt in vain
Once he spread the wheat
Had made garlands for his feet
Until the lily poet of our times
Horizoned on the line
Love became the in theme then
Opposing fakers thrice by ten
Dont perceive his empty plea
That redundant effigy

Hes a god- in- in an alcove

Take in view his empty stool
Whats left is satin cool
Clawing adornment for his crimes
They saw they had to draw the line
So they sent him far away
So they sent him far away
To a little alcove
To a little alcove
All alone

Hes a god, a god

Now I am silly
Now I am silly
Silly, silly, silly, silly
Silly

A GOD IN AN ALCOVE - BAUHAUS

http://it.youtube.com/watch?v=stY9OuDy1Mc

[misha71]

http://it.youtube.com/watch?v=stY9OuDy1Mc


CLAN OF XYMOX - A DAY

where are you
when I'm near
so far away
so far away
i think you
are the
most
important
so near
so near
to me
too near
my simple footsteps
boot ? theirselves on ?
i think that I
must be with you
? now a day
where are you
so far away
it makes no sense
it makes on sense at all
where are you
where are you
where are you
where are you
so far away
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i think you
are the
most
important
so near
so near to me to near
my simple footsteps
? theirselves on ?
i think that I
must be with you
? now a day
where are you
so far away
i think that I
must be
now a days
now a days
now a days
so where are you
so far a way
in just one day
in just one day
in just one day
it makes no sense at all
it makes no sense at all
it makes no sense at all
in just one day
in just one day
in just one day
in just one day
in just one day
in just one day

[lone wolf]

The Cars - Drive

http://it.youtube.com/watch?v=uBLGlb-MO ... re=related

Who's gonna tell you when
It's too late
Who's gonna tell you things
Aren't so great
You can't go on
Thinking nothing's wrong
Who's gonna drive you home tonight

Who's gonna pick you up
When you fall
Who's gonna hang it up
When you call
Who's gonna pay attention
To your dreams
Who's gonna plug their ears
When you scream

You can't go on
Thinking nothing's wrong
Who's gonna drive you home tonight

Who's gonna hold you down
When you shake
Who's gonna come around
When you break

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