.Vivere il mio tempo.: Kozmic Blues.

There's a fire inside everyone of us.

_Vivere il mio tempo_

Ti farei volare sulle onde
Sulla vita come un'altalena
E parlare pure con I pesci
Come una sirena

Ti vorrei insegnare l'equilibrio
Sopra un mare che è sempre tempesta
Per vivere il tuo tempo
E starci bene dentro

Questo gioco è un gioco di equilibrio
Devi solo farci un po' la mano perché
Stare nel mio tempo è viverlo da dentro

Sorrisi ora
Guardami

Ti direi "hai ancora voglia di nuotare in questo mare?"
Aspettiamo l'aurora quando I più bei frutti saranno di tutti

Ti farei volare sulle onde
Sopra un mare che è sempre tempesta perché
Vivere il tuo tempo
È un equilibrio dentro

Sorrisi ora
Guardami

Ti direi "hai ancora voglia di nuotare in questo mare?"
Aspettiamo l'aurora quando I più bei frutti saranno di tutti

Ti direi "hai ancora voglia di nuotare in questo mare?"
Aspettiamo l'aurora quando I più bei frutti saranno di tutti

Vivere il mio tempo
E viverlo da dentro

Vivere il mio tempo
È un equilibrio dentro.

Stairway to Heaven

There's a lady who's sure all that glitters is gold
And she's buying a stairway to heaven
When she gets there she knows, if the stores are all closed
With a word she can get what she came for
Ooh, ooh, and she's buying a stairway to heaven

There's a sign on the wall but she wants to be sure
'cause you know sometimes words have two meanings
In a tree by the brook, there's a songbird who sings
Sometimes all of our thoughts are misgiven
Ooh, it makes me wonder

There's a feeling I get when I look to the west
And my spirit is crying for leaving
In my thoughts I have seen rings of smoke through the trees
And the voices of those who stand looking
Ooh, it makes me wonder
Ooh, it really makes me wonder

And it's whispered that soon if we all call the tune
Then the piper will lead us to reason
And a new day will dawn for those who stand long
And the forests will echo with laughter

If there's a bustle in your hedgerow, don't be alarmed now
It's just a spring-clean for the May queen
Yes, there are two paths you can go by, but in the long run
There's still time to change the road you're on
And it makes me wonder

Your head is humming and it won't go, in case you don't know
The piper's calling you to join him
Dear lady, can you hear the wind blow, and did you know
Your stairway lies on the whispering wind?

And as we wind on down the road
Our shadows taller than our soul
There walks a lady we all know
Who shines white light and wants to show
How everything still turns to gold
And if you listen very hard
The tune will come to you at last
When all are one and one is all
To be a rock and not to roll

And she's buying a stairway to heaven.

Station to Station_

The return of the Thin White Duke
throwing darts
in lovers' eyes
Here are we one magical moment
Such is the stuff from
where dreams are woven
Bending sound
Dredging the ocean lost in my circle
Here am I
Flashing no colour tall in this room
overlooking the ocean

Here are we
One magical movement
from Kether to Malkuth 1
There are you
You drive like a demon
from station to station
The return of the Thin White Duke
throwing darts
in lovers' eyes (x2)
The return of the Thin White Duke,
making sure white stains

Once there were mountains on mountains
And once there were sunbirds
to soar with
And once I could
never be down
Got to keep searching
and searching
Oh what will I be believing
and who will connect me with love?

Wonder who wonder who
wonder when
Have you sought fortune evasive and shy?
Drink to the men who protect you and I
Drink drink drain your glass
raise your glass high

It's not the side-effects of the cocaine
I'm thinking that it must be love
It's too late
- to be grateful
It's too late
- to be late again
It's too late
- to be hateful
The european cannon is here

I must be only one in a million
I won't let the day pass
without her
It's too late
- to be grateful
It's too late
- to be late again
It's too late
- to be hateful
The European cannon is here

Should I believe that I've been stricken?
Does my face show
some kind of glow?
It's too late
- to be grateful
It's too late
- to be late again
It's too late
- to be hateful
The european cannon is here, yes it's here

It's too late
The European cannon is here

David Bowie_

.Vivere il mio tempo.

giovedì 9 dicembre 2010

Kozmic Blues.

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