Archivi dell'autore:daniele ceccolini

di Torner, Cook, O’Malley, Helders

ARCTIC MONKEYS

 Have you got color in your cheeks?
Do you ever get that fear that you can’t shift the type
That sticks around like summat in your teeth?
Are there some aces up your sleeve?
Have you no idea that you’re in deep?
I’ve dreamt about you nearly every night this week
How many secrets can you keep?
‘Cause there’s this tune I found
That makes me think of you somehow and I play it on repeat
Until I fall asleep, spillin’ drinks on my settee

If this feelin’ flows both ways?
(Sad to see you go) Was sorta hopin’ that you’d stay
(Baby, we both know) That the nights were mainly made
For sayin’ things that you can’t say tomorrow day

Crawlin’ back to you
Ever thought of callin’ when
You’ve had a few?
‘Cause I always do
Maybe I’m too
Busy bein’ yours
To fall for somebody new
Now, I’ve thought it through
Crawlin’ back to you…

di Weller

THE JAM

Hello darlin’, I’m home again
Covered in shit and aches and pains
Too knackered to think so give me time to come round
Just gimme the living room beat to the TV sound

My hard earned dough goes in bills and the larder
And that Prince Philip tells us we gotta work harder!
It seems a constant struggle just to exist
Scrimping and saving and crossing of lists

From this window I’ve seen the whole world pass
From dawn to dusk I’ve heard the last laugh laughed
I’ve seen enough tears to wash away this street
I’ve heard wedding bells chime and a funeral march
When as one life finishes another one starts

From this window I’ve seen the whole world pass
From dawn to dusk I’ve heard the last laugh laughed
I’ve seen enough tears to wash away this street
I’ve heard wedding bells chime and a funeral march
When as one life finishes another one starts

Alright then love so I’ll be off now
It’s back to the lunchbox and workermanagement rows
There’s gotta be more to this old life then this
Scrimping and saving and crossing of lists…

di Fieger, Averre

THE KNACK

Ooh my little pretty one, pretty one.
When you gonna give me some time, Sharona?
Ooh you make my motor run, my motor run.
Gun it comin’ off the line Sharona
Never gonna stop, give it up.
Such a dirty mind. Always get it up for the touch
Of the younger kind. My my my i yi woo.
M M M My Sharona

Come a little closer huh, ah will ya huh.
Close enough to look in my eyes, Sharona.
Keeping it a mystery gets to me
Running down the length of my thighs, Sharona
Never gonna stop, give it up. Such a dirty mind.
Always get it up for the touch
Of the younger kind. My my my i yi woo.
M M M My Sharona

When you gonna give it to me, give it to me.
It is just a matter of time Sharona
Is it just destiny, destiny?
Or is it just a game in my mind, Sharona?
Never gonna stop, give it up.
Such a dirty mind. Always get it up for the touch
Of the younger kind. My my my i yi woo.
M M M My Sharona
M M …