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9月13日 Caleb...Molti di voi stanno, giustamente, meditando di uccidermi perché questo blog sta andando alla deriva.
Non avete tutti i torti, è solo che in quest'ultimo mese ho avuto due esami da preparare (dei quali il secondo sarà lunedì), per cui il mio tempo è stato completamente assorbito. Come però evidenziato dalla parentesi che ho aperto nella precedente frase, lunedì ho il prossimo esame, poi fino a febbraio basta. Allora potrò pensare a fare ripartire questo space.
Nel frattempo, una canzone.
Per salutarvi riporto una conversazione avuta con Gio (BaoRozzo) e Ivo, rispettivamente mio batterista e bassista:
IVO: Saluti e baci!
IO: Baci e abbracci!
GIO: Ciao.
SONATA ARCTICA
CALEB
[There is a man in this world who has never smiled
You may know his tragedy, the later years by heart In the beginning there was a mother, father and a child A troubled little silent boy whose life they were to destroy Known to us from this day on like his father, Caleb] His mother came up with such a clever way to save the day with a little white lie.
He thinks he missed the point back then, but now he's grown to understand it, in a way. Father said I'm sorry only once, as I remember "The words were not meant to hurt, only destroy you, my stupid son..." One person can make a difference, sometimes... Just turn his head when the kid is still and has a weak neck. Smiled at his funeral, happy you're dead.
All his solutions, it seemed, were only problems in disguise
Glueing on his drinkin' face, got ready to erase another day... Mother was yet confident, although they had it tight, taught her son
At the end of every tunnel's a little light. It wasn't a lie, it was her hope, that everything would be fine one day "He can fulfill his every dream, I'm happy as long as he's not." I hate it and fear can't face it
"The child is not right, he's my greatest shame" Go out, create thunder, and stand right under
That old apple tree Where dead snakes let him feed on those Lost hopes, all those kind words could hurt him even more, now
Somehow, lost one more way back home Out on the lake, he rows towards a monster he should've been running away from, years ago.
The past has made him blind to the way he'd turned the pain into a way of life. Followed his father, tucked him in, Caleb knows the trade.
He's the portrait of a man his mother drew to hate forever. She was a beast, a deadly saint, wrong in many ways Wanted to keep up the charade, until the end waltzing together Over the hills, under the sea,
Fighting the will, whole Universe Why does a man driving a hearse Live in fear, Gift and a Curse Taking 'em out, taking 'em all,
Shooting the wall, over and out When nothing moves, all's well, A decision he can find a way to live with ... And dried up flowers are so beautiful.
And it applies to all things living, and dead. For that I serve my time... in my suite in Hell. Now I ring the bell to tell the world, I'm ready when they bring out the soon to be dead against the wall ... This necessary evil has no heart Flowers and people he will now enlace A price he must pay serving a cold ... Whatevergod. 9月5日 It's been a long time since I rock and rolled...?LED ZEPPELIN
ROCK AND ROLL
It's been a long time since I rock and rolled, It's been a long time since I did the Stroll. Ooh, let me get it back, let me get it back, Let me get it back, baby, where I come from. It's been a long time, been a long time, Been a long lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely time. Yes it has. It's been a long time since the book of love, I can't count the tears of a life with no love. Carry me back, carry me back, Carry me back, baby, where I come from. It's been a long time, been a long time, Been a long lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely time. Seems so long since we walked in the moonlight, Making vows that just can't work right. Open your arms, opens your arms, Open your arms, baby, let my love come running in. It's been a long time, been a long time, Been a long lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely time. |
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