sabato 22 dicembre 2012




 The White Buffalo   The Whistler




This time is different 

It's not like the times before 

I crossed my heart, that I won't kill no more 
Jesus watch over me, keep my anger at home 
You better bless these wicked hands, because they got a mind of they're own 
Don't go down town 



Devil whispers in my ear, "It's time for your curtain call" 

So I dress myself on up with alcohol 
Step aside, step aside -- let the whistler through 
There really ain't no help at all for folks like me and you 
Don't go downtown, Don't go downtown 



Get your god damn hands out, don't you look at me 

No one's dying here alone 
Well I came to get it on 
Let's get it on 



This time is different 

Not like the time before 
I crossed my heart, that I won't kill no more






Disowned Inc.   Serj Tankian

I can feel you far away,
your hesitation matching mine.
Sadness left me far away yea,
Your contemplation turn to wine
An old man stares at me
In mutual bizarre reverie

Laugh at thy neighbor
Pretend you are sane, just the same
You survived in vain

Laugh at thy neighbor
Pretend you are sane, just the same
You survived in vain

Time is the father of existence
Rhyme, the brother of resistance
Broken down by men in their crazy mind

Void is the mother of unknown distance
Will, the sister of persistence
Stripping under the elusive sky

The potion of devotion
Euphoric scriptures of the ocean

Laugh at they neighbour
Pretend you are sane just the same
You survived in vain

Time is the father of existence
Rhyme, brother of resistance
Broken down by men in their crazy mind

Void is the mother of unknown distance
Will, the sister of persistence
Stripping under the elusive sky

I felt so alone
'Til you came into my life
And stopped the pain
I felt so alone then you came into my life
And poured the rain
I feel so alone dressed in the dark silk clothing of your own distain
I feel so disowned since your children took our arms in your own name.

God name's different in every language
God name's different in every language

Bombs envision compulsive solution
Gods speak different in every language.
Bombs envision compulsive solution
God speaks different in every language.




 Rise Eddie Vedder


Such is the way of the world
you can never know 
Just where to pull all your faith 
and how will it grow

Gonna rise up
Burning back holes in dark memories
Gonna rise up
Turning mistakes into gold

Such is the passage of time
Too fast to fold
And suddenly swallowed by signs
Low and behold

Gonna rise up
Find my direction magnetically
Gonna rise up
Throw down my ace in the hole



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