Italia sempre più vecchia, povera e infelice.

See the stone set in your eyes
See the thorn twist in your side
I wait for you

Sleight of hand and twist of fate
On a bed of nails she makes me wait
And I wait without you

With or without you
With or without you

Through the storm we reach the shore
You give it all but I want more
And I'm waiting for you

With or without you
With or without you
I can't live
With or without you

And you give yourself away
And you give yourself away
And you give
And you give
And you give yourself away

My hands are tied
My body bruised, she's got me with
Nothing to win and
Nothing left to lose

And you give yourself away
And you give yourself away
And you give
And you give
And you give yourself away

With or without you
With or without you
I can't live
With or without you

With or without you
With or without you
I can't live
With or without you
With or without you

Modificato da La Medusa 21/07/2006 14.16

Ti hanno chiesto di cancellarlo? Non ho mica capito perché.

Nemmeno io ma la canzone degli U2 é strepitosa, non trovi?

P.s.: Non c'é niente da fare:
gl'Irlandesi sono una razza superiore!

The Ghost Of Tom Joad
Bruce Springsteen

Men walkin long the railroad tracks
Goin someplace theres no goin back
Highway patrol choppers comin up over the bridge
Hot soup on a campfire under the bridge
Shelter line stretchin round the corner
Welcome to the new world order
Families sleepin in their cars in the southwest
No home no job no peace no rest

The highway is alive tonight
But nobodys kiddin nobody about where it goes
Im sittin down here in the campfire light
Searchin for the ghost of Tom Joad

He pulls a prayer book out of his sleeping bag
Preacher lights up a butt and takes a drag
Waitin for when the last shall be first and the first shall be last
In a cardboard box neath the underpass
Got a one-way ticket to the promised land
You got a hole in your belly and gun in your hand
Sleepin on a pillow of solid rock
Bathin in the city aqueduct

The highway is alive tonight
Where its headed everybody knows
Im sittin down here in the campfire light
Waitin on the ghost of Tom Joad

Now Tom said mom, wherever theres a cop beatin a guy
Wherever a hungry newborn baby cries
Where theres a fight against the blood and hatred in the air
Look for me mom I'll be there
Wherever theres somebody fightin for a place to stand
Or a decent job or a helpin hand
Wherever somebodys strugglin to be free
Look in their eyes mom youll see me.

Well the highway is alive tonight
But nobodys kiddin nobody about where it goes
Im sittin down here in the campfire light
With the ghost of old Tom Joad

Med mi spieghi che cazzarolina combini?

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Scritto da: Sabin@ 26/07/2006 10.06
Med mi spieghi che cazzarolina combini?

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Un ilrlandese gli ha portato via la fidanzata... e pure i soldi dal conto in banca... sicché lui si sente vecchio, povero e infelice
Modificato da TheSandman 26/07/2006 10.14

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Scritto da: Sabin@ 26/07/2006 10.06
Med mi spieghi che cazzarolina combini?

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L'autore/trice del testo ha spedito un messaggio a me e probabilmente anche alui chiedendone la rimozione. Ignoti i motivi. Vorrei rileggere il messaggio per capire perche'.

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Scritto da: Peppino Gavoni 26/07/2006 10.39

L'autore/trice del testo ha spedito un messaggio a me e probabilmente anche alui chiedendone la rimozione. Ignoti i motivi. Vorrei rileggere il messaggio per capire perche'.

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Ah, allora ho capito.

Ecco, il fatto è che pensavo fosse sceso nel dimenticatoio, ma evidentemente è stato anche tirato su, non avevo colto che si trattava dello stesso messaggio.