Archivi dell'autore:daniele ceccolini

Di Banks, Dengler, Fogarino, Kessler

INTERPOL

Yeah, but nobody searches
Nobody cares somehow
When the loving that you’ve wasted
Comes raining from a hapless cloud
And I might stop and look upon your face
Disappear in the sweet, sweet gaze
See the living that surrounds me
Dissipate in a violet blaze

Can’t you see what you’ve done to my heart
And soul?
This is a wasteland now

We spies
We slow hands
Put the weights around yourself
We spies, oh yeah
We slow hands
You put the weights all around yourself now

I submit my incentive is romance
I watched the pole dance of the stars
We rejoice because the hurting is so painless
From the distance of passing cars
But I am married to your charms and grace
I just go crazy like the good old days
You make me want to pick up a guitar
And celebrate the myriad ways that I love you

Can you see what you’ve done to my heart
And soul?
This is a wasteland now…

di Reznor

NINE INCH NAILS

I am just a copy of a copy of a copy
Everything I say has come before
Assembled into something, into something, into something
I don’t know for certain anymore

I am just a shadow of a shadow of a shadow
Always tryin’ to catch up with myself
I am just an echo of an echo of an echo
Listening to someone’s cry for help

Look what you have just done
Why all the change of heart?
You need to play your part
A copy of a copy of a…
Now look what you’ve gone and done
Well, that doesn’t sound like fun
See, I’m not the only one
A copy of a copy of a…

I am little piece of little piece of little pieces
Pieces that were picked up on the way
Imprinted with a purp, with a purp, with a purpose
A purpose just become quite clear today

Look what you had just done
Why all the change of heart?
You need to play your part
A copy of a copy of a…
And look what you’ve gone and done
Well, that doesn’t sound like fun
See, I’m not the only one…

di Smith, Navarro, Flea, Kiedis

RED HOT CHILI PEPPERS

I am just a lousy bum
Searching for the unknown crumb
The crumb, the crumb
Something or someone to come
Come along, illuminate my lust
Combust
Confucius might have been confused
And Buddha might have blown a fuse
I ooze the muse

Meet me at the coffee shop
We can dance like Iggy Pop
Another go in the parking lot
A freaking cheek on your hot spot

Back and forth, my body’s jerking
Will to thrill will not stop working
Work and work
I’ll take you on a honeymoon
Jumping on a bed in a hotel room
The room, the room

Meet me at the coffee shop
We can dance like Iggy Pop
Another go in the parking lot
A freaking cheek on your hot spot

Meet me at the coffee shop
We can dance like Iggy Pop
Another go in the parking lot
A freaking cheek on your hot spot…