Das bißchen Haushalt macht sich von allein sagt mein Mann. Das bißchen Haushalt kann so schlimm nicht sein sagt mein Mann. Wie eine Frau
Das bißchen Haushalt macht sich von allein Sagt mein Mann Das bißchen Haushalt kann so schlimm nicht sein Sagt mein Mann Wie eine Frau sich
When When will the icicle melt, And when When will the picture show end I should not have read the papers today 'Cause a child,child he was taken away
Blue, I'm blue as the water It's true, I'm cleaner than the air The air you breathe, clearer than sunsets And the picture of that woman in your heart
Then all silence is removed from the last room With the cord ripped from the phone She stays asleep, she remains asleep Why won?t she wake? In the background
red and yellow through this dirty window pane disturbing your sediments of classic form and thought wrapped in purposeless veneers of worthless words
Rosalie I've been waiting all evening Possibly years I don't know Counting the passing hours Everything merges with the night I stand on the beach Giving
I've spent some time on the hurtin' side Of a love that only let me down You've been alone, out there on your own Tryin' to find somethin' you never found
Oh, the snow it melts the soonest when the winds begin to sing, And the corn it ripens fastest when the frost is settling in, And when a woman tells me
Then all silence is removed from the last room with the cord ripped from the phone. She stays asleep. She remains asleep. Why won?t she wake? In the background
(P.Bertoli-F.Urzino) Nei fragili pensieri appena nati Erode canta un'ode del macello Milioni di discorsi non parlati, aborti mai usciti dal cervello
Io... che non ero niente Tu... tu che sapevi tutto Io che cercavo in me Una verita che poi... eri tu Io... mi son preso tutta Quella verita E poi uno
Au stock import-export De l?hyper-giga-megastore Ca booste, ca boume, ca cartoon Ca move a mort Scotchee devant les bacs tete de gondole Talons tendus
a un passo dal suicidio, fottendo col delirio, passi troppo grossi, stai perdendo l?equilibrio; crolli, la gente non aspetta altro che molli, ma se ci
Ceilings falling down Broken bricks and salty air Sleeping on the ground grass is much greener from down here Ceilings falling down I hold my hands up
Yea, I'm out to get you Get inside your brain Gonna unleash my lust Try to drive you insane Can you feel my power? Pulsing in your head I'm a vicious
When When will the icicle melt, And when When will the picture show end I should not have read the paper today Cause a child, child he was taken away
Ogni giorno che passa in fretta ruba la tua stabilita, le convinzioni che cambiano. Sono i passi da mostrare al pubblico, che applaude se e quando gli