Uh oh, guess who's back?
directed by www.myspace.com/paolomarchione
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Days come, days go by
So it matters, so you say
But it's all coming back in a way
And nothing will ever change
The words exchanged for revenge inside
You know these things take time
Now and then, these words
Make me laugh so powerful
Going through several lies
They've never been so true
I know that I'm used to time
You know what it is, don't you?
Some words make us all cry
It's so talented
If anybody could read my mind
And share with me these thoughts
Of all the enemies left behind
And friends that time forgot
Pretending nothing could ever faze you
Well, some things never change
Tell me why do these words ring home
How can you heartbreak a stranger?
Days come, days go by
So it matters, so you say
But it's all coming back in a way
And everyone knows a way
And everybody runs away
From somebody who cries
But it's all coming back in a way.
Bob Mould, Heartbreak A Stranger (from the album Workbook)
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Ho perso, né primo né secondo né terzo
Nel vostro gioco perverso, ma cos'è, uno scherzo?
Tutti a far progetti da pischelli per trovarsi quarantenni sopra un altro universo
Ho scelto di restarne fuori finché dura
NESSUNA SPERANZA NESSUNA PAURA
La mia vita segue questo motto
Il futuro avanza, io me ne fotto
Ho un divano e due gatti in salotto
Il mio rifugio contro il vostro complotto
Paranoico col botto sono sceso nel buco inseguendo il leprotto
E là sotto ho capito che tutto è corrotto
Il re è nudo, CREPA BIGOTTO
Mi rifiuto di giocare la vostra partita
Se è truccata e se finisce a cappotto
Non c'è via d'uscita, non c'è una cazzo di via d'uscita
Io sono in lite con la vita
Sia che gioco la partita o che la faccio finita
Ho scelto la vittoria della sconfitta!
Chef Ragoo - La vittoria della sconfitta (2007)
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Our band could be your life (real names will be proof)
me and Watt's played for years but punk rock changed our lives.
We learned punk rock in Hollywood, drove up from Pedro.
We were fucking corndogs, we'd go drink and pogo.
"mr. narrator!" (this is Bob Dylan to me)
my story could be his songs, I am his soldier child.
Our band is scientist rock,
but I was E. Bloom, then Joe Strummer and John Doe
Me and Watt, playing guitar.
[History lesson pt. II - Minutemen]
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