“Hells Bells” – AC/DC
Hells Bells
“Hells Bells” – AC/DC
Categoria: Fotografia
Spinning Wheel
“Spinning Wheel” – Blood, Sweat & Tears
What goes up, must come down
Spinning wheel got to go round
Talkin’ ‘bout your troubles, it’s a cryin’ sin
Ride a painted pony, let the spinning wheel spin
You got no money and you, you got no home
Spinning wheel, all alone
Talkin’ ‘bout your troubles and you, you never learn
Ride a painted pony, let the spinning wheel turn
Did you find a directing sign on the straight and narrow highway?
Would you mind a reflecting sign?
Just let it shine within your mind
And show you the colors that are real
Someone is waiting just for you
Spinning wheel spinning through
Drop all your troubles by the riverside
Catch a painted pony on the spinning wheel ride
Ha!
Someone’s waiting just for you
Spinning wheel spinning through
Drop all your troubles by the riverside
Ride a painted pony, let the spinning wheel fly
Grazie alla Vita
Mi lamento di tante cazzate, poi mi trovo davanti cose che mi fanno tornare coi piedi sulla terra.
Come questa. E come l’alba di ieri mattina. Ogni tanto fa bene ricordarsene. Un ping.
“Grazie alla vita” – Gabriella Ferri
If it makes you happy…
If it makes you happy
It can’t be that bad
If it makes you happy
Then why the hell are you so sad?
“If it makes you happy” – Sheryl Crow from Crossroads 2007
I belong, a long way from here
I put on a poncho and played for mosquitoes
And drank ‘till I was thirsty again
We went searching, through thrift store jungles
Found Geronimo’s rifle, Marilyn’s shampoo
And Benny Goodman’s corset and pen
Well, okay, I made this up
I promise you I’d never give up
If it makes you happy
It can’t be that bad
If it makes you happy
Then why the hell are you so sad?
Get down, real low down
You listen to Coltrane, derail your own train
Well, who hasn’t been there before?
I come ‘round, around the hard way
Bring you comics in bed
Scrape the mold off the bread
And serve you french toast again
Okay, I still get stoned
I’m not the kind of girl you’d take home
If it makes you happy
It can’t be that bad
If it makes you happy
Then why the hell are you so sad?
If it makes you happy
It can’t be that bad
If it makes you happy
Then why the hell are you so sad?
We’ve been far, far away from here
I put on a poncho and played for mosquitoes
And everywhere in between
Well, okay, we get along
So what if right now, everything’s wrong?
If it makes you happy
It can’t be that bad
If it makes you happy
Then why the hell are you so sad?
If it makes you happy
It can’t be that bad
If it makes you happy
Then why the hell are you so sad?
Learn to Fly
Now I’m looking to the sky to save me
Looking for a sign of life
Looking for something to help me burn out bright
I’m looking for a complication
Looking ‘cause I’m tired of lying
Make my way back home when I learn to fly high
“Learn to Fly” – Foo Fighters
Razzi arpia inferno e fiamme
“Razzi Arpia Inferno e Fiamme” – Verdena
Non vivo in me,
non so chi sei
Denti per tre io non ho più
mi acciglierò
Dosi mai più,rimani giù
Forse a Gesù non crederei
se fosse qua
L’inferno in me
va in fiamme ormai
Razzi,arpia danni miei,
più che mai danni miei
Pause nel tempo riavrai
mentre la mente è in orbita
Crack
“There is a crack in everything. That’s how the light gets in.”
(Leonard Cohen)
“Invisible Sun” – The Police
Dove nascono gli iceberg
«Ciò che vedete dipende dalle teorie che usate per interpretare le vostre osservazioni.»
(Albert Einstein)
“People Are Strange” – The Doors
People are strange when you’re a stranger
Faces look ugly when you’re alone
Women seem wicked when you’re unwanted
Streets are uneven when you’re down
When you’re strange
Faces come out of the rain
When you’re strange
No one remembers your name
When you’re strange
When you’re strange
When you’re strange
People are strange when you’re a stranger
Faces look ugly when you’re alone
Women seem wicked when you’re unwanted
Streets are uneven when you’re down
When you’re strange
Faces come out of the rain
When you’re strange
No one remembers your name
When you’re strange
When you’re strange
When you’re strange
When you’re strange
Faces come out of the rain
When you’re strange
No one remembers your name
When you’re strange
When you’re strange
When you’re strange
Waves
Un paio di settimane fa sono tornata sul Lago Maggiore, l’ultima volta che ci ero stata era dicembre, faceva freddo e uno strato di nebbia ammantava le isole. Questa volta c’era un bel sole, e quando a casa ho estratto la SD dalla macchina fotografica, mi sono stupita di quel che avevo trovato nelle onde sollevate dalla barca in mezzo al lago. Sembravano disegni, e invece sono fotografie.
L’acqua è il mio elemento.
“What The Water Gave Me” – Florence + the Machine
Little Wing
“Little Wing” – Pearl Jam (Cover)
Well, she’s walking through the clouds,
With a circus mind that’s running wild,
Butterflies and Zebras,
And Moonbeams and fairy tales.
That’s all she ever thinks about.
Riding with the wind.
When I’m sad, she comes to me,
With a thousand smiles she gives to me free.
It’s alright, she says it’s alright,
Take anything you want from me,
Anything.
Fly on little wing.
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