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Afterhours_La sottile linea bianca
Ora che sei vera
sai la verità
siamo vivi per usarci
usa l'amore
su di te muore
usa il sapore
su di te muore
usami amore
usami o muori
sarai sempre sola
ora che mi hai
e che il pianto tuo incendia
bianco calore
scalda il mio amore
bianco calore
sfondami il cuore
bianco il mio dio
ciò che è mio è tuo
saprai sola
sporca sposa
sarà sul tuo grembo
rabbia e lava
come
bianco calore
ua il mio amore
bianco il calore
sfondami il cuore
bianco calore
usa il mio amore
bianco il mio dio
ciò che è mio è tuo
ciò che è mio è tuo
ciò che è mio è tuo -
Depeche Mode_Martyr
I've been a martyr for love
And I will die in the flames
As I draw my last breath
As I'm closing on death
I will call out your name
I've been a martyr for love
Nailed up on the cross
While you're having your fun
As the damage is done
I'm assessing the cost
I knew what I was letting myself in for
I knew that I could never even the score
I've been a martyr for love
I need to be by your side
I have knelt at your feet
I have felt your deceit
Couldn't leave if I tried
I've been a martyr for love
Tortured every hour
From the day I was born
I've been moved like a pawn
By the greatest of powers
I knew that I would have to suffer in vain
Aware that I would never outgrow the pain
I've been a martyr for love -
The 69 eyes_Christina Death
She likes to sleep her nights with the window open wide
Just in case her Dark Prince would come by the silvery light
She lives with her two cats a "please no ads" sign on her door
Memories in her photo books some of them still a bit sore
Christina Death
Smokes cigarettes in her bed
Christina Death
Paints her lips every night blood red
She hates Christmas nights more than dressing up in white
The lightning's something she adores like Frankenstein's Bride
She's obsessed with the Hollywood Book of Dead church yards give her more
No room for the living in her heart cold as 1334
Christina Death
Smokes cigarettes in her bed
Christina Death
Paints her lips every night blood red
Christina Death
Drinks Absinth after giving head
Christina Death
I know you before we ever met -
The Cure_The Drowning Man
She stands twelve feet above the flood
She stares
Alone
Across the water
The loneliness grows and slowly
Fills her frozen body
Sliding downwards
One by one her senses die
The memories fade
And leave her eyes
Still seeing worlds that never were
And one by one the bright birds leave her ...
Starting at the violent sound
She tries to turn
But final
Noiseless
Slips and strikes her soft dark head
The water bows
Receives her
And drowns her at its ease
Drowns her at its ease
I would have left the world all bleeding
Could I only help you love
The fleeting shapes
So many years ago
So young and beautiful and brave
Everything was true
It couldn't be a story
I wish it was all true
I wish it couldn't be a story
The words all left me
Lifeless
Hoping
Breathing like the drowning man
Oh Fushia
You leave me
Breathing like the drowning man
Breathing like the drowning man -
Negative_About my sorrow
From chains to freedom
From hate to love
One by one
Slowly crying and shedding tears
Love's starving
You need forgiveness
For mortal sins
Everything is blackened
From light to darkness
You will survive
Still go on, you won't be alone
Lay down with me
For tomorrow
I will be waiting
Lay down with me
Maybe tomorrow
Love won't be waiting
When your heart is empty
And consolation is all you need
Your heart is surrounded with a broken shield
No consolation, no bitter tears
Lay down with me
For tomorrow
I will be waiting
Lay down with me
Maybe tomorrow
Love won't be waiting
One last forgiveness
One last temptation
You're all I need
From light to darkness
From hate to love
That's what we are
Lay down with me
For tomorrow
I will be waiting
Lay down with me
Maybe tomorrow
Love won't be waiting
Lay down with me
For tomorrow
I will be waiting
Lay down with me
Maybe tomorrow...
Love WILL be waiting. -
The Cure_The end of the world
Go if you want to
I never tried to stop you
Know there's a reason
For all of this you're feeling
Love it's not my call
You couldn't ever love me more
You couldn't love me more
You couldn't love
Me I dont show much
It's far too hard to hide you
See in a moment
I cant remember how to
Be all you wanted
I couldn't ever love you more
I couldn't love you more
I couldn't love
You want me to cry and play my part
I want you to sigh and fall apart
We want this like everyone else
Stay if you want to
I always wait to hear you
Say there's a last kiss
For all the times you run this
Way, it's not my call
You couldn't ever love me more
You couldn't love me more
You couldn't love
Love me more
Couldnt ever love me more
I couldnt love you more
I couldnt love
You want me to lie not break your heart
I want you to sigh and fall apart
We want this like everyone else
Maybe we didn't understand
It's just the end of the
end of the world
Maybe we didn't understand
Not just a boy and a girl
It's just the end of the world
Me I dont say much
It's far too hard to make you
See in a moment
I can't remember how to
Be all you wanted
I couldnt ever love you more
(x4) I couldn't love you more -
Placebo_Days before you came
Days before you came
Freezing cold and empty
Towns that change their name
And a horn of plenty
Days before you came
Counting breaths inside me
Even crack cocaine
Couldn't start to hide me
Won't you join me now
Baby's looking torn and frayed
Join the masquerade
Join the masquerade
Won't you join me now
Baby's looking to get laid
Join the masquerade
Join the masquerade
Days before you came
It always seemed enticing
to be naked and profane
there is no denying
Days before you came
Thunderbolts and lightning
Each day a brand new vein
Each tourniquet colliding
Didn't what you anyway [x4]
Won't you join me now
Baby's looking torn and frayed
Join the masquerade
Join the masquerade
Won't you join me now
Baby's looking to get laid
Join the masquerade
Join the masquerade
Days before you came [repeat] -
Placebo_I'll be yours
I'll be your water bathing you clean
The liquid piece
I'll be your ether you'll breathe me in
You won't release
Well I've seen you suffer, I've seen you cry the whole night through
So I'll be your water bathing you clean
Liquid blue
I'll be your father, I'll be your mother,
I'll be your lover, I'll be yours [x2]
I'll be your liqour bathing your soul
Juice that's pure
And I'll be your anchor you'll never leave
Shores that cure
Well I've seen you suffer, I've seen you cry for days and days
So I'll be your liqour demons will drown
And float away
I'll be your father, I'll be your mother,
I'll be your lover, I'll be yours [x3]
Yours... -
Brian Molko & Asia Argento_Je t'aime (Moi non plus)
Brian Molko :
Je t'aime
Je t'aime
Oh oui je t'aime
Asia Argento :
Moi non plus
Brian Molko :
Oh mon amour...
Asia Argento :
Comme la vague irrésolue
Brian Molko :
Je t'aime
Je t'aime
Oh oui je t'aime
Asia Argento :
Moi non plus
Brian Molko :
Oh mon amour...
Tu es la vague, moi l'île nue
Brian Molko :
Tu vas
Tu vas et tu viens
Entre mes reins
Tu vas et tu viens
Entre mes reins
Et je te rejoins
Brian Molko :
Je t'aime
Je t'aime
Oh oui je t'aime
Asia Argento :
Moi non plus
Brian Molko :
Oh mon amour...
Asia Argento :
Comme la vague irrésolue
Asia Argento :
Je vais
Je vais et je viens
Entre tes reins
Je vais et je viens
Entre tes reins
Et je me retiens
I love you
Brian Molko :
Moi non plus
Asia Argento :
I love you
Brian Molko :
Moi non plus
Asia Argento :
Retiens moi
Brian Molko :
Tu vas
Tu vas et tu viens
Entre mes reins
Asia Argento :
Je vais et je viens
Je me retiens
Brian Molko :
- Non ! maintenant
Viens... -
Modena City Ramblers_Ninnananna
Camminavo vicino alle rive del fiume
nella brezza fresca
degli ultimi giorni d'inverno
e nell'aria andava una vecchia canzone
e la marea danzava correndo verso il mare.
A volte i viaggiatori si fermano stanchi
e riposano un poco
in compagnia di qualche straniero.
Chissa dove ti addormenterai stasera
e chiss come ascolterai questa canzone.
Forse ti stai cullando al suono di un treno,
inseguendo il ragazzo gitano
con lo zaino sotto il violino
e se sei persa
in qualche fredda terra straniera
ti mando una ninnananna
per sentirti pi vicina.
Un giorno, guidati da stelle sicure
ci ritroveremo
in qualche ancgolo di mondo lontano,
nei bassifondi, tra i musicisti e gli sbandati
o sui sentieri dove corrono le fate.
E prego qualche Dio dei viaggiatori
che tu abbia due soldi in tasca
da spendere stasera
e qualcuno nel letto
per scaldare via l'inverno
e un angelo bianco
seduto alla finestra.
