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The Masterplan

“I’m not saying right is wrong
It’s up to us to make
The best of all the things
That come our way
‘cause everything that’s been has passed
The answer’s in the looking glass
There’s four and twenty million doors
On life’s endless corridor
Say it loud and sing it proud today”

“The Masterplan” – Oasis

Take the time to make some sense
Of what you want to say
And cast your words away upon the waves

And sail them home with acquiesce
On a ship of hope today
And as they land upon the shore
Tell them not to fear no more
Say it loud, and sing it proud today

And then dance if you wanna dance
Please brother take a chance
You know they’re gonna go
Which way they wanna go
All we know is that we don’t
Know how it’s gonna be
Please brother let it be
Life on the other hand
Won’t make us understand
We’re all part of the masterplan

Say it loud and sing it proud today

I’m not saying right is wrong
It’s up to us to make
The best of all the things
That come our way
‘cause everything that’s been has passed
The answer’s in the looking glass
There’s four and twenty million doors
On life’s endless corridor
Say it loud and sing it proud today

We’ll dance if they wanna dance
Please brother take a chance
You know they’re gonna go
Which way they wanna go
All we know is that we don’t
Know how it’s gonna be
Please brother let it be
Life on the other hand
Won’t make you understand
We’re all part of the masterplan

23 pensieri su “The Masterplan”

        1. Posso un piccolo OT, suscitato dal waypoint?
          Se ti capita, prendi o leggi “Impeesa, la grande avventura di Baden Powell”. E’ disegnato da Milazzo, il mio idolo assoluto.

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            1. p.s. stai parlando con un KenParkeriano da sempre, attualmente assiduo lettore di Julia (Berardi l’ho conosciuto a Rapallo, al 30ennale di Ken Parker, la manifestazione detta Rapalloonia. C’era anche Sergio Bonelli, quel giorno).

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      2. Quando bacio il tuo labbro profumato,
        cara fanciulla non posso obbliare
        che un bianco teschio vi è sotto celato.

        Quando a me stringo il tuo corpo vezzoso,
        obbliar non poss’io, cara fanciulla,
        che vi è sotto uno scheletro nascosto.

        E nell’orrenda visione assorto,
        dovunque o tocchi, o baci, o la man posi,
        sento sporger le fredde ossa di un morto.

        Iginio Tarchetti

        🙂

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