I'm a kreep, I'm a loser
You're so very special, I wish I was special
But I'm a kreep, I'm a loser
I wish I was special, I wish I was special
But I'm a kreep
What the hell made you think the sun rose and set in your ass?
Fast I remove you from my itinerary
I tense you worry and exaggerate
becoming jealous at the drop of a dime, wanting to kill all...
[Kane]
Okay, okay, okay, okay
Attention to the whole crew
Scoob Lover, Scrap Lover, I don't need your dancin
Mister Cee I don't need you on the turntables
Ant Live I don't need you collectin the dough
And Little Daddy since you my brother
get yo' ass on in here
Cause we gettin ready to take things down the line
Here we go one time
Prepare yourself...
Hey ladies in the place I'm callin' out to ya
There never was a city kid truer and bluer
There's more to me than you'll ever know
And I've got more hits than Sadaharu Oh
Ton Thumb Tom Cushman or Tom Foolery
Date women on T.V. with the help of Chuck Woolery
Words are flowing out just like the Grand Canyon
And I'm always out looking for a female...
Passano gli anni passano
crescono i bimbi crescono
Ritorni come un brivido
su questo palcoscenico
però ti sento timida, timida
Tu che tenevi tutti i fili del cuore
con due mani così lievi
che sentivo dolore solo un po'...
Non ti ho più vista piangere
Non ti ho più vista ridere
eri una voce fragile, fragile
Abbiamo smesso d'inventare parole
senza mai...
Starry, starry night
Paint your palette blue and grey
Look out on a summer's day
With eyes that know the darkness in my soul
Shadows on the hills
Sketch the trees and daffodils
Catch the breeze and the winter chills
In colours on the snowy linen land
Now I understand
What you tried to say to me
And how you suffered for your sanity
And...
Che vuoi che sia
si tratta solo di cambiare la mia vita
niente di che, niente di niente
mi basterà far finta di essere vincente
e magari si, buttarmi nel lavoro
o imbarcarmi in un viaggio inconcludente
o solamente stare
semplicemente male.
Che vuoi che sia
vederti andare è stato solo un colpo al cuore
e non so ancora, o non so bene
se tutto questo è...
VINCENT
Words/Music: Don Mclean
Starry, starry night.
Paint your palette blue and grey,
Look out on a summer's day,
With eyes that know the darkness in my soul.
Shadows on the hills,
Sketch the trees and the daffodils,
Catch the breeze and the winter chills,
In colors on the snowy linen land.
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
How...
Starry, starry night
Paint your palette blue and gray
Look out on a summer's day
With eyes that know the darkness in my soul
Shadows on the hills
Sketch the trees and daffodils
Catch the breeze and winter chills
In colors on the snowy linen land
Now I understand
What you tried to say to me
And how you suffered for your sanity
And how you tried to...
Starry, starry night
Paint your palette blue and gray
Look out on a summer's day
With eyes that know the darkness in my soul
Shadows on the hills
Sketch the trees and the daffodils
Catch the breeze and the winter chills
In colors on the snowy linen land
Now I understand
What you tried to say to me
How you suffered for your sanity
How you tried to...
Sai saperti lì - petalo d'amore tu e un altro lì così
Io mi arrangio a masticare giorni da mesi oh Desy
Forse tu non sai che passano stagioni
E mi ritorni più che mai
E faccio i conti dei miei anni spenti - vincenti - perdenti
Desy come fai a resistere da mesi
Non c'è niente che ti ricordi noi
Noi così sospesi- così sorpresi
Desy - cerco di imitare...
Si elle devait dire, à priori, elle dirait, que l'affiche qui se déchirre, "Peinture Flamande au Grand Palais"; comme ça, de mémoire, elle dirait qu'elle l'a toujours vue sur la porte au fond du couloir, que ses yeux l'ont toujours connus. Même les soirs où cet homme, qui vit maintenant à Bruxelles se penchait pour jouer avec elle; même les soirs où...
Leaving lepidoptra - please, don't touch the display, little boy, aha cute! Moving to the next aisle we have arachnida, the spiders, our.. finest collection. This friendly little devil is the heptothilidi, unfortunately harmless. Next to him, the nasty licosa raptoria, his tiny fangs cause creeping ulcerations of the skin *laugh*. And here, my...
Ella, poderosa,
en su castillo de sal,
tan bella y esbelta.
Puede sentir el poder,
tiene a quien quiere a sus pies.
¿Cuántos sueños dejó escapar
la niña que hoy no puede amar?
Cada día a cada hora,
historias se escribirán...
Él es tan convincente,
tal vez su forma de hablar,
y ellas le creen...
palabras de seducción,
migajas de un corazón
que ya no...
Guarderò le stelle
com'erano la notte ad Arles,
appese sopra il tuo boulevard;
io sono dentro agli occhi tuoi,
Víncent.
Sognerò i tuoi fiori,
narcisi sparpagliati al vento,
il giallo immenso e lo scontento
negli occhi che non ridono,
negli occhi tuoi,
Vincent.
Dolce amico mio,
fragile compagno mio,
al lume spento della tua pazzia
te ne sei andato...
Don't you feel so lonely when it's in the afternoon
and you gotta face it
all through the night
Don't it make you believe
that something's gonna have to happen soon
oh baby, all through the night
All through the night
oh baby, all through the night
All through the night
all through the night
Have you ever played with an all night band...
I'm all alone, so come on home baby, right now
right now
I'm all alone, so come on home baby, right now
right now
Well, now don't fool around
Honey, don't you let me down, come on home
come on home
I want a thrill, I need a chill baby, right now
right now
I want a thrill, I need a chill baby, right now
right now
Don't fool around
Honey,...
Elle avait sous sa toque de martre,
sur la butte Montmartre,
un p'tit air innocent.
On l'appelait rose, elle était belle,
a' sentait bon la fleur nouvelle,
rue Saint-Vincent.
Elle avait pas connu son père,
elle avait p'us d'mère,
et depuis 1900,
a' d'meurait chez sa vieille aïeule
Où qu'a' s'élevait comme ça, toute seule,
rue Saint-Vincent.
A'...
Skinny white sailor, the chances were slender
the beauties were breif
shall I mourn you decline with some thunderbird wine
and a black hankercheif?
I miss your sad Virginia whisper
I miss the voice that called my heart
sweet gene vincent
young and old and gone
sweet gene vincent
who, who, who slapped john?
white face, black shirt
white socks, black...
Vincent came to my window
He watched me as I undressed
I could tell he liked what he saw
Yeah, he was impressed
A little while later
There's a knock on my door
Found a bouquet of roses
Wrapped in silk upon the floor
And deep in the petals
A note by his hand
Asking what could he say to me
To make me understand
Look, all it takes
Put the truth in...
Blue Gene baby
Skinny white sailor, the chances were slender, the beauties were brief
Shall I mourn your decline with some Thunderbird wine and a black handkerchief?
I miss you sad Virginia whisper, I miss the voice that called my heart
Sweet Gene Vincent
Young and old and gone
Sweet Gene Vincent
Who, who, who slapped John?
White face, black shirt...