Blood Runs Cold

domenica, settembre 25, 2005~13:39

Semplicemente stupenda.
TRACY CHAPMAN - FAST CAR
You got a fast car
I want a ticket to anywhere
Maybe we make a deal
Maybe together we can get somewhere

Anyplace is better
Starting from zero got nothing to lose
Maybe we'll make something
But me myself I got nothing to prove

You got a fast car
And I got a plan to get us out of here
I been working at the convenience store
Managed to save just a little bit of money
We won't have to drive too far
Just 'cross the border and into the city
You and I can both get jobs
And finally see what it means to be living

You see my old man's got a problem
He live with the bottle that's the way it is
He says his body's too old for working
I say his body's too young to look like his
My mama went off and left him
She wanted more from life than he could give
I said somebody's got to take care of him
So I quit school and that's what I did

You got a fast car
But is it fast enough so we can fly away
We gotta make a decision
We leave tonight or live and die this way

I remember we were driving driving in your car
The speed so fast I felt like I was drunk
City lights lay out before us
And your arm felt nice wrapped 'round my shoulder
And I had a feeling that I belonged
And I had a feeling I could be someone, be someone, be someone

You got a fast car
And we go cruising to entertain ourselves
You still ain't got a job
And I work in a market as a checkout girl
I know things will get better
You'll find work and I'll get promoted
We'll move out of the shelter
Buy a big house and live in the suburbs
You got a fast car
And I got a job that pays all our bills
You stay out drinking late at the bar
See more of your friends than you do of your kids
I'd always hoped for better
Thought maybe together you and me would find it
I got no plans I ain't going nowhere
So take your fast car and keep on driving

You got a fast car
But is it fast enough so you can fly away
You gotta make a decision
You leave tonight or live and die this way

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lunedì, settembre 05, 2005~22:44

Come al solito....centrava qualke malevoce...conSte tutto chiarito..ora siamo amici più di prima....spero! eheh

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domenica, settembre 04, 2005~19:18

Ieri quel messaggio dopo quella settimana che ti avevo vista un po così,mi hai detto che non mi volevi così appiccicoso,così addosso,mi è crollato il mondo in un secondo,fino a 4 gg prima mi hai detto più volte che mi volevi bene e che non sai come avresti fatto senza di me,e ieri questa mazzata,perchè?che ti ho fatto,ti voglio bene come amico,solo come amico e tu ora scappi via.
Cosa posso dirti,so solo che da domani a lavoro tutto sarà diverso ed a questo punto spero che tu te ne vada.Buona fortuna cmq.

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sabato, settembre 03, 2005~20:30

Wheatus
Teenage Dirtbag


Her name is Noel
I have a dream about her
She rings my bell.
I got gym class in half an hour
and oh how she rocks
in Keds and tube socks.
But she doesn't know who I am.
And she doesn't give a damn about me
Cuz I'm just a teenage dirtbag, baby
Yeah I'm just a teenage dirtbag, baby
Listen to Iron Maiden, baby...with me. Ooh.
Her boyfriend's a dick
He brings a gun to school
He'd simply kick my ass if he knew the truth.
He lives on my block
and he drives an IROK
And he doesn't know who I am
And he doesn't give a damn about me
cuz I'm just a teenage dirtbag baby
Yeah, I'm just a teenage dirtbag baby.
Listen to Iron Maiden, baby...with me. Ooh.
Ooh yeah...dirtbag.
No she doesn't know what she's missin'.
man I feel like mold
It's prom night and I am lonely lo and behold
She's walkin' over to me this must be fake
My lip starts to shake
How does she know who I am?
Why does she give a damn about me?
I've got two tickets to Iron Maiden, baby.
Come with me Friday, don't say maybe.
I'm just a teenage dirtbag, baby...like you. ooh.
ooh yeah...dirtbag.
No she doesn't know what she's missin'

Quando era uscita mi piaceva un casino,infatti avevo comprato l'album!

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