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di Bowie

DAVID BOWIE

They pulled in just behind the bridge
He lays her down, he frowns
Gee my life’s a funny thing, am I still too young?
He kissed her then and there
She took his ring, took his babies
It took him minutes, took her nowhere
Heaven knows, she’d have taken anything, but

All night
She wants a young American
Young American, young American, she wants the young American
All night
But she wants the young American

Scanning life through the picture window
She finds the slinky vagabond
He coughs as he passes her Ford Mustang
But Heaven forbid, she’ll take anything
But the freak, and his type, all for nothing
Misses a step and cuts his hand, but
Showing nothing, he swoops like a song
She cries, “Where have all Papa’s heroes gone?”

All night…

di Bowie

DAVID BOWIE

Doo doo doo-doo doo doo doo doo

You’ve got your mother in a whirl
She’s not sure if you’re a boy or a girl
Hey babe, your hair’s alright
Hey babe, let’s go out tonight
You like me, and I like it all
We like dancing and we look divine
You love bands when they’re playing hard
You want more and you want it fast
They put you down, they say I’m wrong
You tacky thing, you put them on

Rebel rebel, you’ve torn your dress
Rebel rebel, your face is a mess
Rebel rebel, how could they know?
Hot tramp, I love you so!…

di Tempest

EUROPE

We’re leavin’ together
But still it’s farewell
And maybe we’ll come back
To Earth, who can tell?
I guess there is no one to blame
We’re leaving ground (leaving ground)
Will things ever be the same again?

It’s the final countdown
The final countdown

Oh
We’re headin’ for Venus (Venus)
And still we stand tall
‘Cause maybe they’ve seen us
And welcome us all, yeah
With so many light years to go
And things to be found (to be found)
I’m sure that we all miss her so

It’s the final countdown…

di Albarn, Coxon, James, Rowtree

BLUR

The suburbs they are dreaming
They’re a twinkle in her eye
She’s been feeling frisky
Since her husband said goodbye

She wears a low cut t-shirt
Runs a little B and B
She’s most accommodating
When she’s in her lingerie

Wife-swapping is your future
You know that it would suit ya

Yes they’re stereotypes
There must be more to life
All your life you’re dreaming
And then you, you stop dreaming
From time to time you know you should be
Going on another bender

…

di Ligabue

LIGABUE

Quelli come me si svegliano alle tre
E dicono che i giorni sono corti
E poi quelli come me si svegliano a metà
Rimangono coi sogni mezzi aperti
Avrai ragione te a fare come fai
A stare con chi vince cambiarti le camice
Sta a vedere che sappiamo già com’è
Ci riposiamo solo dopo morti
Tutti vogliono viaggiare in prima
L’hostess che c’ha tutto quel che vuoi
Tutti quanti con il drink in mano
Sotto come va fuori come va?
Fuori come va?…

di Springsteen

BRUCE SPRINGSTEEN

Hey little girl, is your daddy home?
Did he go away and leave you all alone? Mhmm
I got a bad desire
Oh oh oh, I’m on fire

Tell me now, baby, is he good to you?
And can he do to you the things that I do? Oh no
I can take you higher
Oh oh oh, I’m on fire

Sometimes it’s like someone took a knife, baby
Edgy and dull and cut a six inch valley
Through the middle of my skull

At night I wake up with the sheets soaking wet
And a freight train running through the middle of my head
Only you can cool my desire
Oh oh oh, I’m on fire
Oh oh oh, I’m on fire…

di Gabriel

PETER GABRIEL

Hans plays with Lotte, Lotte plays with Jane
Jane plays with Willi, Willi is happy again
Suki plays with Leo, Sacha plays with Britt
Adolf builts a bonfire, Enrico plays with it
It’s a knockout
If looks could kill, they probably will
In games without frontiers-war without tears
Games without frontiers-war without tears
Jeux sans frontieres
Jeux sans frontieres
Jeux sans frontieres
Andre has a red flag, Chiang Ching’s is blue
They all have hills to fly them on except for Lin Tai Yu
Dressing up in costumes, playing silly games
Hiding out in tree-tops shouting out rude names
It’s a knockout…

di Harry, Moroder

BLONDIE

 Color me your color, baby
Color me your car
Color me your color, darling
I know who you are
Come up off your color chart
I know where you’re coming from

Call me (call me) on the line
Call me, call me any, anytime
Call me (call me) I’ll arrive
You can call me any day or night
Call me

Cover me with kisses, baby
Cover me with love
Roll me in designer sheets
I’ll never get enough
Emotions come, I don’t know why
Cover up love’s alibi…

di Hyman, Lauper

CYNDI LAUPER

Lying in my bed, I hear the clock tick and think of you
Caught up in circles
Confusion is nothing new
Flashback, warm nights
Almost left behind
Suitcase of memories
Time after

Sometimes you picture me
I’m walking too far ahead
You’re calling to me, I can’t hear
What you’ve said
Then you say, “go slow”
And I fall behind
The second hand unwinds

If you’re lost you can look and you will find me
Time after time
If you fall, I will catch you, I’ll be waiting
Time after time
If you’re lost, you can look and you will find me
Time after time
If you fall, I will catch you, I will be waiting
Time after time…

di Jon Bon Jovi

BON JOVI

Sitting here wasted and wounded
At this old piano
Trying hard to capture
The moment this morning I don’t know
‘Cause a bottle of vodka
Is still lodged in my head
And some blonde gave me nightmares
I think that she’s still in my bed
As I dream about movies
They won’t make of me when I’m dead

With an ironclad fist
I wake up and french kiss the morning
While some marching band keeps its own beat in my head
While we’re talking

About all of the things that I long to believe
About love, the truth, what you mean to me
And the truth is
Baby you’re all that I need…