Archivi dell'autore:daniele ceccolini

di Smith  

BASTILLE

So this is where we are
It’s not where we had wanted to be
If half the world’s gone mad
The other half just don’t care, you see

You don’t want to fuck with us
British to the very last

When it feels like the world’s gone mad
And there’s nothing you can do about it
No there’s nothing you can do about it
When it feels like the world’s gone mad
And there’s nothing you can do about it
No there’s nothing you can do about it

So tell me what’s the news
And what is it you want me to see
We’re lying to ourselves
And dancing by the light of the screen

You don’t want to fuck with us
British to the very last

When it feels like the world’s gone mad
And there’s nothing you can do about it
No there’s nothing you can do about it
When it feels like the world’s gone mad
And there’s nothing you can do about it
No there’s nothing you can do about it…

di Berry, Stipe, Mills, Buck   

REM

Smack, crack, bushwhacked
Tie another one to the racks, baby
Hey kids, rock and roll
Nobody tells you where to go, baby

What if I ride, what if you walk?
What if you rock around the clock?
Tick-tock, tick-tock
What if you did, what if you walk?
What if you tried to get off, baby? Ho, oh,

Hey, kids, where are you?
Nobody tells you what to do, baby
Oh-oh
Hey kids, shake a leg
Maybe you’re crazy in the head, baby
Oh-oh

Maybe you did, maybe you walked
Maybe you rocked around the clock
Tick-tock, tick-tock
Maybe I ride, maybe you walk
Maybe I drive to get off, baby…