Chiara's profileLa ChiaPhotosBlogListsMore  |  Tools Help |
|
November 11 breathe - anna nalick2 AM and she calls me 'cause I'm still awake
"Can you help me unravel my latest mistake I don't love him. Winter just wasn't my season." Yeah we walk through the doors, so accusing their eyes Like they have any right at all to criticize Hypocrites. You're all here for the very same reason 'Cause you can't jump the track, we're like cars on a cable and life's like an hourglass glued to the table No one can find the rewind button, girl So cradle your head in your hands And breathe... Just breathe Woah breathe... Just breathe In May he turned 21 on the base at Ft Bliss "Just a day," he said down to the flask in his fist, "Ain't been sober, since maybe October of last year." Here in town you can tell he's been down for a while, But, my God, it's so beautiful when the boy smiles, Wanna hold him. Maybe I'll just sing about it. 'Cause you can't jump the track, we're like cars on a cable, And life's like an hourglass glued to the table No one can find the rewind button, boys So cradle your head in your hands And breathe... Just breathe Woah breathe... Just breathe There's a light at each end of this tunnel You shout 'cause you're just as far in as you'll ever be out And these mistakes you've made, you'll just make them again If you only try turning around. 2 AM and I'm still awake writing a song If I get it all down on paper it's no longer inside of me Threatening the life it belongs to And I feel like I'm naked in front of the crowd 'Cause these words are my diary screaming out loud And I know that you'll use them however you want to But you can't jump the track, we're like cars on a cable And life's like an hourglass glued to the table No one can find the rewind button now Yea, Sing it if you understand And breathe... Just breathe Woah breathe... Just breathe Oh breathe... Just breathe Ooh breathe... Just breathe bellerrima...da grey's anatomy... November 07 mah, che titolo darò?!bò, non so nemmeno bene cosa scrivere...Liliana mi disse che fino al 2012 sarà un periodo difficile, di grandi cambiamenti, non so secondo quale formazione astrale o quale calendario o quale credo...Nostradamus, Buddha, chissà...
io non le credevo, "ma va là, tutte cavolate, solo se ci credi funzionano, ma io non ci credo. sono razionale. l'uomo è artefice del suo destino."
ma è davvero così?! o aveva ragione Liliana?! November 04 In the clearing stands a boxerMy favourite song...the best ever...The Boxer
I am just a poor boy and my storys seldom told
Ive squandered my resistance for a pocketful of mumbles, such are promises All lies and jest, still the man hears what he wants to hear And disregards the rest, hmmmm When I left my home and my family, I was no more than a boy In the company of strangers In the quiet of the railway station, runnin scared Laying low, seeking out the poorer quarters, where the ragged people go Looking for the places only they would know Li la li... Asking only workmans wages, I come lookin for a job, but I get no offers Just a comeon from the whores on 7th avenue I do declare, there were times when I was so lonesome I took some comfort there Now the years are rolling by me, they are rockin even me I am older than I once was, and younger than Ill be, thats not unusual No it isnt strange, after changes upon changes, we are more or less the same After changes we are more or less the same Li la li... And Im laying out my winter clothes, wishing I was gone, goin home Where the new york city winters arent bleedin me, leadin me to go home In the clearing stands a boxer, and a fighter by his trade And he carries the reminders of every glove that laid him down or cut him til he cried out in his anger and his shame I am leaving, I am leaving, but the fighter still remains Yes he still remains Li la li... |
|
|
