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term="Baustelle" /><category term="Alessandra Amoroso" /><title>Canzoni Tristi e Struggenti - Sad Songs</title><subtitle type="html" /><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://canzonistruggentietristi.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://canzonistruggentietristi.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3726749710504191676/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>Suali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07783312629004301455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5FoLJZqOug8/S1GWyfpfECI/AAAAAAAAAIE/50DMac-mTBE/S220/1245589680.jpg" /></author><generator version="7.00" 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/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="#sfoghiamoci un po'" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="2003" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="#sta finendo/relazione complicata" /><title>Someday - Nickelback</title><content type="html">Grazie a &lt;a href=http://unaciliegiatiralaltra.blogspot.com/ target="_blank"&gt;Federica&lt;/a&gt; la mia suggeritrice di fiducia :D questa volta con una canzone &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;per la serie "storie arrivate al capolinea".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/-VMFdpdDYYA" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Traduzione in italiano: &lt;a href=http://www.dartagnan.ch/article.php?sid=2152 target="_blank"&gt;qui&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How the hell did we wind up like this&lt;br /&gt;Why weren't we able&lt;br /&gt;To see the signs that we missed&lt;br /&gt;And try to turn the tables&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish you'd unclench your fists&lt;br /&gt;And unpack your suitcase&lt;br /&gt;Lately there's been too much of this&lt;br /&gt;Dont think its too late&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothin's wrong&lt;br /&gt;just as long as&lt;br /&gt;you know that someday I will&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someday, somehow&lt;br /&gt;gonna make it allright but not right now&lt;br /&gt;I know you're wondering when&lt;br /&gt;(You're the only one who knows that)&lt;br /&gt;Someday, somehow&lt;br /&gt;gonna make it allright but not right now&lt;br /&gt;I know you're wondering when&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i hoped that since we're here anyway&lt;br /&gt;We could end up saying&lt;br /&gt;Things we've always needed to say&lt;br /&gt;So we could end up staying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the story's played out like this&lt;br /&gt;Just like a paperback novel&lt;br /&gt;Lets rewrite an ending that fits&lt;br /&gt;Instead of a hollywood horror&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothin's wrong&lt;br /&gt;just as long as&lt;br /&gt;you know that someday I will&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someday, somehow&lt;br /&gt;gonna make it allright but not right now&lt;br /&gt;I know you're wondering when&lt;br /&gt;(You're the only one who knows that)&lt;br /&gt;Someday, somehow&lt;br /&gt;gonna make it allright but not right now&lt;br /&gt;I know you're wondering when&lt;br /&gt;(You're the only one who knows that)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Solo]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How the hell did we wind up like this&lt;br /&gt;Why weren't we able&lt;br /&gt;To see the signs that we missed&lt;br /&gt;And try to turn the tables&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the story's played out like this&lt;br /&gt;Just like a paperback novel&lt;br /&gt;Lets rewrite an ending that fits&lt;br /&gt;Instead of a hollywood horror&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothin's wrong&lt;br /&gt;just as long as&lt;br /&gt;you know that someday I will&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someday, somehow&lt;br /&gt;gonna make it allright but not right now&lt;br /&gt;I know you're wondering when&lt;br /&gt;(You're the only one who knows that)&lt;br /&gt;Someday, somehow&lt;br /&gt;gonna make it allright but not right now&lt;br /&gt;I know you're wondering when&lt;br /&gt;(You're the only one who knows that)&lt;br /&gt;I know you're wondering when&lt;br /&gt;(You're the only one who knows that)&lt;br /&gt;I know you're wondering when&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3726749710504191676-163710316921862574?l=canzonistruggentietristi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://canzonistruggentietristi.blogspot.com/feeds/163710316921862574/comments/default" title="Commenti sul post" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://canzonistruggentietristi.blogspot.com/2012/01/someday-nickelback.html#comment-form" title="0 Commenti" /><link rel="edit" 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gd:etag="W/&quot;CEYMSHk7fyp7ImA9WhRWE0k.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3726749710504191676.post-4975736422901875766</id><published>2011-12-30T20:32:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T15:36:29.707+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-31T15:36:29.707+01:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="#morte" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Luciano Ligabue" /><title>Tu che conosci il cielo - Luciano Ligabue</title><content type="html">Eccoci agli sgoccioli di quest'anno che per me è stato terribile, il 2011 è segnato dalla perdita di mia mamma, di lei che era tutta la mia famiglia, il resto è stato in salita, una salita ripida che spero finisca presto. Di solito non parlo di me in termini così personali, ma ho vissuto la cosa in un modo troppo introverso e riuscire a dirlo qui, tra le righe di questo mio piccolo angolo, è un piccolo passo avanti.&lt;br /&gt;Per l'anno che viene non ho propositi o aspettative particolari, non ho la minima idea di come possa essere questo 2012, so solo che mi impegnerò per affrontare la vita come lei mi ha insegnato a fare, il resto verrà da sé.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faccio a tutti i miei migliori auguri per un nuovo anno pieno di Serenità!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/wxnC9lqbycY" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu che conosci il cielo&lt;br /&gt;saluta Dio per me&lt;br /&gt;e digli che sto bene&lt;br /&gt;considerando che&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Che non conosco il cielo&lt;br /&gt;però conosco te&lt;br /&gt;mi va di ringraziare&lt;br /&gt;puoi farlo tu per me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Che intanto sono in viaggio&lt;br /&gt;digli pure che io sono in viaggio&lt;br /&gt;non lo so dove vado, ma viaggio&lt;br /&gt;e gli porterò i miei souvenir&lt;br /&gt;tutti quanti i miei souvenir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu che conosci il cielo&lt;br /&gt;e poi conosci me&lt;br /&gt;le sai le mie paure&lt;br /&gt;mi sa che sai il perché&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Che non conosco il cielo&lt;br /&gt;farò come potrò&lt;br /&gt;starò con tanta gente&lt;br /&gt;per stare solo un po'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Facendolo il mio viaggio&lt;br /&gt;cerco il mio pomeriggio di maggio&lt;br /&gt;non lo so come vado ma viaggio&lt;br /&gt;e gli porterò i miei souvenir&lt;br /&gt;tutti quanti i miei souvenir&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3726749710504191676-4975736422901875766?l=canzonistruggentietristi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://canzonistruggentietristi.blogspot.com/feeds/4975736422901875766/comments/default" title="Commenti sul post" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://canzonistruggentietristi.blogspot.com/2011/12/tu-che-conosci-il-cielo-luciano-ligabue.html#comment-form" title="3 Commenti" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3726749710504191676/posts/default/4975736422901875766?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3726749710504191676/posts/default/4975736422901875766?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://canzonistruggentietristi.blogspot.com/2011/12/tu-che-conosci-il-cielo-luciano-ligabue.html" title="Tu che conosci il cielo - Luciano Ligabue" /><author><name>Suali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07783312629004301455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5FoLJZqOug8/S1GWyfpfECI/AAAAAAAAAIE/50DMac-mTBE/S220/1245589680.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://img.youtube.com/vi/wxnC9lqbycY/default.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEUGR3c6eip7ImA9WhRXGU8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3726749710504191676.post-8497579583321787103</id><published>2011-12-26T17:23:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-26T20:03:46.912+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-26T20:03:46.912+01:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Skillet" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="2009" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="#morte" /><title>Lucy - Skillet</title><content type="html">Grazie ad &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Axel&lt;/span&gt; per il suggerimento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skillet, non li conoscevo, sono una band del Tennessee che va dal rock al Christian rock/metal al symphonic metal e via discorrendo, ed è anche al prima band di questo genere che mi capita di ascoltare. Son curiosa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La canzone ha una storia piuttosto triste dietro, l'ha rivelata John Cooper (il cantante) durante un concerto, è la storia di una giovane coppia che scopre di essere in attesa di un figlio, ma non essendo pronti per essere genitori decidono di abortire. Mesi dopo, dopo aver avuto a che fare con depressione e grande tristezza, decidono di cercare un consulente il quale gli consiglia di trattare l'aborto come un perdita in famiglia e di viverla come un lutto. Così la coppia compra tutto quello che serve per fare il funerale per la bambina a cui danno il nome di Lucy. La canzone quindi tratta il loro rimpianto e la speranza di poterla vedere un giorno in paradiso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In un' &lt;a href=http://www.stereotruth.net/2009/06/skillet-awake-song-by-song-breakdown/ target="_blank"&gt;intervista&lt;/a&gt; Cooper ha dichiarato:&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Di solito non scrivo in modo tale che una canzone abbia una interpretazione aperta, ma questa canzone parla di una perdita e quindi è applicabile ad un'ampia gamma di situazioni. C'è l'essenza del rimpianto di quando desidere aver fatto le cose in modo diverso, potrebbe essere sul lutto per la perdita di qualcuno o per la fine di una relazione. Questo sembra triste, ma è stranamento pieno di speranza perché ti dà l'idea che puoi cambiare la tua vita da adesso in poi, ti è stata data una seconda possibilità così da poterti ricordare di vivere e amare senza rimpianti&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La tematica in sé è pesante, apre la porta a discorsi molto molto impegnativi che non farò, dico solo che io non riesco ad immaginarmi un rimpianto peggiore di questo.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/d7sjrjiOYYQ" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Traduzione in italiano: &lt;a href=http://www.testimania.com/testitradotti/5244.html target="_blank"&gt;qui&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey Lucy, I remember your name&lt;br /&gt;I left a dozen roses on your grave today&lt;br /&gt;Im in the grass on my knees, wipe the leaves away&lt;br /&gt;I just came to talk for a while&lt;br /&gt;I got some things I need to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that its over&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna hold her&lt;br /&gt;Id give up all the world to see that little piece of heaven looking&lt;br /&gt;back at me&lt;br /&gt;Now that its over&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna hold her&lt;br /&gt;Ive gotta live with the choices i made&lt;br /&gt;And I cant live with myself today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey Lucy, I remembered your birthday&lt;br /&gt;They said itd bring some closure to say your name&lt;br /&gt;I know Id do it all different if I had the chance&lt;br /&gt;But all I got are these roses to give&lt;br /&gt;And they cant help me make amends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we are&lt;br /&gt;Now youre in my arms&lt;br /&gt;I never wanted anything so bad&lt;br /&gt;Here we are&lt;br /&gt;For a brand new start&lt;br /&gt;Living the life that we couldve had&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Lucy walking hand in hand&lt;br /&gt;Me and Lucy never wanna end&lt;br /&gt;Just another moment in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Ill see you in another life&lt;br /&gt;In heaven where we never say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we are, now youre in my arms&lt;br /&gt;Here we are for a brand new start&lt;br /&gt;Got to live with the choices Ive made&lt;br /&gt;And I cant live with myself today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Lucy walking hand in hand&lt;br /&gt;Me and Lucy never wanna end&lt;br /&gt;Got to live with the choices Ive made&lt;br /&gt;And I cant live with myself today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey Lucy, I remember your name&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3726749710504191676-8497579583321787103?l=canzonistruggentietristi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://canzonistruggentietristi.blogspot.com/feeds/8497579583321787103/comments/default" title="Commenti sul post" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" 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/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUcNQng-cCp7ImA9WhRXGEQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3726749710504191676.post-5766100888455785631</id><published>2011-12-26T11:14:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-26T11:58:13.658+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-26T11:58:13.658+01:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="The Cure" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="1994" /><title>Burn - The Cure</title><content type="html">Passato bene il Natale?&lt;br /&gt;Il mio è stato leggermente anomalo, quest'anno nessun festeggiamento, un fine settimana più che normale e ieri tanto per non stare in climina Natalizio mi sono finalmente riuscita a vedere &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Il Corvo&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;Il tutto è nato per caso, me l'avevano già consigliato tempo fa, ma giusto l'altro giorno mi è capitato sott'occhio questo corto di Tim Burton: &lt;a href=http://youtu.be/PJI7WsCwy-Y target="_blank"&gt;Vincent&lt;/a&gt;, tratto da una sua poesia (nella &lt;a href=http://youtu.be/twkPG7-3UEw target="_blank"&gt;versione in lingua originale&lt;/a&gt; la voce è proprio quella di Vincent Price) dove i rifierimenti ad Edgar Allan Poe si sprecano e chiude proprio con le parole finali della sua poesia &lt;a href=http://youtu.be/ayIqMTPNVzo target="_blank"&gt;Il Corvo&lt;/a&gt;, ed ecco che mi è tornato in mente il film, dove tra l'altro la poesia di Poe viene richiamata, anche se non c'è un legame stretto tra i due.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma non era un blog di musica questo? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ecco ecco, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Burn&lt;/span&gt; dei The Cure è una delle canzoni facenti parte della colonna sonora del film, tanto che nel testo ci sono riferimenti al film, ma per amore della precisione i riferimenti sono più che altro al fumetto di &lt;a href=http://it.wikipedia.org/wiki/James_O%27Barr target="_blank"&gt;James O'Barr&lt;/a&gt; da cui il film è tratto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Film a parte il testo mi ha fatto tornare in mente una domanda che ogni tanto ritiravano fuori alcune ragazze del mio liceo, che tra parentesi mi stavano pure un po' sulle scatole, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;rimpianto o rimorso?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The end is all that's ever true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Le fine è l'unica cosa certa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/mfTkL-ZHDCY" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Traduzione in italiano: &lt;a href=http://www.dartagnan.ch/article.php?sid=4831 target="_blank"&gt;qui&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't look don't look&lt;br /&gt;the shadows breathe&lt;br /&gt;Whispering me away from you&lt;br /&gt;"Don't wake at night to watch her sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know that you will always lose&lt;br /&gt;This trembling&lt;br /&gt;Adored&lt;br /&gt;Tousled bird mad girl"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But every night I burn&lt;br /&gt;But every night I call your name&lt;br /&gt;Every night I burn&lt;br /&gt;Every night I fall again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh don't talk of love"&lt;br /&gt;the shadows purr&lt;br /&gt;Murmuring me away from you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't talk of worlds that never were&lt;br /&gt;The end is all that's ever true&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing you can ever say&lt;br /&gt;Nothing you can ever do"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still every night I burn&lt;br /&gt;Every night I scream your name&lt;br /&gt;Every night I burn&lt;br /&gt;Every night the dream's the same&lt;br /&gt;Every night I burn&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for my only friend&lt;br /&gt;Every night I burn&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for the world to end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Just paint your face"&lt;br /&gt;the shadows smile&lt;br /&gt;Slipping me away from you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh it doesn't matter how you hide&lt;br /&gt;Find you if we're wanting to&lt;br /&gt;So slide back down and close your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Sleep a while&lt;br /&gt;You must be tired"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But every night I burn&lt;br /&gt;Every night I call your name&lt;br /&gt;Every night I burn&lt;br /&gt;Every night I fall again&lt;br /&gt;Every night I burn&lt;br /&gt;Scream the animal scream&lt;br /&gt;Every night I burn&lt;br /&gt;Dream the crow black dream&lt;br /&gt;Dream the crow black dream&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3726749710504191676-5766100888455785631?l=canzonistruggentietristi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://canzonistruggentietristi.blogspot.com/feeds/5766100888455785631/comments/default" title="Commenti sul post" /><link 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c'è una certa velata acredine e ironia in questo contrasto tra testo e musica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/MTeRdq0wgu0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E ovviamente un bel live non poteva proprio mancare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/92ewmPjayoI" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aveva uno sguardo intenso e diretto,&lt;br /&gt;le dita curate e un sarcasmo congenito,&lt;br /&gt;labbra sottili, armonioso contorno&lt;br /&gt;di denti bianchi e perfetti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poche parole, eleganza nei modi,&lt;br /&gt;una lieve cadenza d’oltralpe e dominio di sé.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gli incontri divennero assidui e frequenti,&lt;br /&gt;nei luoghi e agli orari più insoliti.&lt;br /&gt;Quell’uomo intrigante teneva le redini&lt;br /&gt;con singolare destrezza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pochi preamboli quando mi chiese:&lt;br /&gt;“vorresti sposarmi?”, era onesto e sicuro di sé.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ricordo il giorno del mio matrimonio,&lt;br /&gt;l’abito bianco di seta ed organza,&lt;br /&gt;fiori d’arancio intorno all’altare,&lt;br /&gt;aspettavo il mio sposo con devozione.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La chiesa gremita di gente annoiata&lt;br /&gt;per l’interminabile attesa.&lt;br /&gt;Alle mie spalle sbadigli e commenti&lt;br /&gt;e di lui neanche l’ombra lontana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pochi preamboli quando mi chiese:&lt;br /&gt;“vorresti sposarmi?”, era onesto e sicuro di sé.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ricordo il giorno del mio matrimonio,&lt;br /&gt;l’abito bianco di seta ed organza,&lt;br /&gt;nessuno sposo impaziente all’altare,&lt;br /&gt;soltanto un prete in vistoso imbarazzo.&lt;br /&gt;Ricordo il giorno del mio matrimonio,&lt;br /&gt;l’abito bianco di seta ed organza,&lt;br /&gt;nessuno sposo impaziente all’altare,&lt;br /&gt;soltanto un prete in vistoso imbarazzo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ricordo il giorno del mio matrimonio,&lt;br /&gt;l’abito bianco di seta ed organza,&lt;br /&gt;nessuna marcia nuziale,&lt;br /&gt;soltanto il mio tacito requiem&lt;br /&gt;e immenso cordoglio&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3726749710504191676-4717537684825099614?l=canzonistruggentietristi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://canzonistruggentietristi.blogspot.com/feeds/4717537684825099614/comments/default" title="Commenti sul post" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://canzonistruggentietristi.blogspot.com/2011/12/fiori-darancio-carmen-consoli.html#comment-form" title="3 Commenti" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3726749710504191676/posts/default/4717537684825099614?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" 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gd:etag="W/&quot;CE4NR3k5eCp7ImA9WhRXEkk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3726749710504191676.post-2770259787979057189</id><published>2011-12-18T20:53:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-18T22:16:36.720+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-18T22:16:36.720+01:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="1989" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="The Cure" /><title>Pictures of you - The Cure</title><content type="html">Mi piace chi dice che questa è una canzone sul rimpianto, sul non essere capaci di trovare le parole giuste, mancando le opportunità, chiedendo troppo. Tutto quello che rimane sono le immagini di lei. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L'origine del testo sembra però dovuto ad un evento fortuito, un incendio in casa di Robert Smith ha fatto sì che ritrovasse il suo portafoglio con le foto dell'ex mogolie Mary, da lì è scaturito il tutto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/kcMEx4OHLOs" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Traduzione in italiano: &lt;a href=http://www.angolotesti.it/traduzioni/3/traduzione_testo_canzone_tradotto_picture_of_you_cure_the_1822.html target="_blank"&gt;qui&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been looking so long at these pictures of you&lt;br /&gt;That I almost believe that they're real&lt;br /&gt;I've been living so long with my pictures of you&lt;br /&gt;That I almost believe that the pictures are&lt;br /&gt;All I can feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remembering&lt;br /&gt;You standing quiet in the rain&lt;br /&gt;As I ran to your heart to be near&lt;br /&gt;And we kissed as the sky fell in&lt;br /&gt;Holding you close&lt;br /&gt;How I always held close in your fear&lt;br /&gt;Remembering&lt;br /&gt;You running soft through the night&lt;br /&gt;You were bigger and brighter and wider than snow&lt;br /&gt;And screamed at the make-believe&lt;br /&gt;Screamed at the sky&lt;br /&gt;And you finally found all your courage&lt;br /&gt;To let it all go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remembering&lt;br /&gt;You fallen into my arms&lt;br /&gt;Crying for the death of your heart&lt;br /&gt;You were stone white&lt;br /&gt;So delicate&lt;br /&gt;Lost in the cold&lt;br /&gt;You were always so lost in the dark&lt;br /&gt;Remembering&lt;br /&gt;You how you used to be&lt;br /&gt;Slow drowned&lt;br /&gt;You were angels&lt;br /&gt;So much more than everything&lt;br /&gt;Hold for the last time then slip away quietly&lt;br /&gt;Open my eyes&lt;br /&gt;But I never see anything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only I'd thought of the right words&lt;br /&gt;I could have held on to your heart&lt;br /&gt;If only I'd thought of the right words&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't be breaking apart&lt;br /&gt;All my pictures of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking so long at these pictures of you&lt;br /&gt;But I never hold on to your heart&lt;br /&gt;Looking so long for the words to be true&lt;br /&gt;But always just breaking apart&lt;br /&gt;My pictures of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was nothing in the world&lt;br /&gt;That I ever wanted more&lt;br /&gt;Than to feel you deep in my heart&lt;br /&gt;There was nothing in the world&lt;br /&gt;That I ever wanted more&lt;br /&gt;Than to never feel the breaking apart&lt;br /&gt;All my pictures of you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3726749710504191676-2770259787979057189?l=canzonistruggentietristi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://canzonistruggentietristi.blogspot.com/feeds/2770259787979057189/comments/default" title="Commenti sul post" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://canzonistruggentietristi.blogspot.com/2011/12/pictures-of-you-cure.html#comment-form" title="0 Commenti" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3726749710504191676/posts/default/2770259787979057189?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3726749710504191676/posts/default/2770259787979057189?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://canzonistruggentietristi.blogspot.com/2011/12/pictures-of-you-cure.html" title="Pictures of you - The Cure" /><author><name>Suali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07783312629004301455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5FoLJZqOug8/S1GWyfpfECI/AAAAAAAAAIE/50DMac-mTBE/S220/1245589680.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://img.youtube.com/vi/kcMEx4OHLOs/default.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkINQXc9fyp7ImA9WhRXGEQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3726749710504191676.post-1692300827872245909</id><published>2011-12-12T22:22:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-26T12:23:10.967+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-26T12:23:10.967+01:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="1984" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="#triste di suo" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="The Smiths" /><title>Please, please, please, let me get what I want - The Smiths</title><content type="html">E' lunedì, mi rode un po', mio padre mi ha chiesto scusa per essersi scordato del mio compleanno, la cosa è grottesca, almeno avesse evitato lo scuse...e questo è il trecentesimo post sul blog, credo sia un buon momento per esprimere un desiderio. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/DMQbzLrvwlE" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Traduzione in italiano: &lt;a href=http://www.angolotesti.it/traduzioni/S/traduzione_testo_canzone_tradotto_please_please_please_let_me_get_what_i_want_smiths_the_1565.html target="_blank"&gt;qui&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good times for a change&lt;br /&gt;See, the luck I've had&lt;br /&gt;Can make a good man&lt;br /&gt;Turn bad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So please please please&lt;br /&gt;Let me, let me, let me&lt;br /&gt;Let me get what I want&lt;br /&gt;This time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't had a dream in a long time&lt;br /&gt;See, the life I've had&lt;br /&gt;Can make a good man bad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for once in my life&lt;br /&gt;Let me get what I want&lt;br /&gt;Lord knows, it would be the first time&lt;br /&gt;Lord knows, it would be the first time&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3726749710504191676-1692300827872245909?l=canzonistruggentietristi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://canzonistruggentietristi.blogspot.com/feeds/1692300827872245909/comments/default" title="Commenti sul post" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://canzonistruggentietristi.blogspot.com/2011/12/please-please-please-let-me-get-what-i.html#comment-form" title="10 Commenti" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3726749710504191676/posts/default/1692300827872245909?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3726749710504191676/posts/default/1692300827872245909?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://canzonistruggentietristi.blogspot.com/2011/12/please-please-please-let-me-get-what-i.html" title="Please, please, please, let me get what I want - The Smiths" /><author><name>Suali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07783312629004301455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5FoLJZqOug8/S1GWyfpfECI/AAAAAAAAAIE/50DMac-mTBE/S220/1245589680.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://img.youtube.com/vi/DMQbzLrvwlE/default.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0QFQ3g_fSp7ImA9WhRQFk0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3726749710504191676.post-2741368850773475004</id><published>2011-12-11T11:56:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-11T12:01:52.645+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-11T12:01:52.645+01:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="#triste di suo" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Mia Martini" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Francesco De Gregori" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="1987" /><title>Mimì sarà - De Gregori</title><content type="html">Altro suggerimento del lettore anonimo :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come il titolo suggerisce questa canzone è dedicata a Mia Martini, che tra l'altro l'ha anche interpretata, non serve dire che è quest'ultima la versione che preferisco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/uLMDCT0PSL8" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/f6BPOmn0NQg" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarà che tutta la vita è una strada con molti tornanti,&lt;br /&gt;e che i cani ci girano intorno con le bocche fumanti,&lt;br /&gt;che se provano noia o tristezza o dolore o amore non so.&lt;br /&gt;Sarà che un giorno si presenta l'inverno e ti piega i ginocchi,&lt;br /&gt;e tu ti affacci da dietro quei vetri che sono i tuoi occhi,&lt;br /&gt;e non vedi più niente, e più niente ti vede e più niente ti tocca.&lt;br /&gt;Sarà che io col mio ago ci attacco la sera alla notte,&lt;br /&gt;e nella vita ne ho viste e ne ho prese e ne ho date di botte,&lt;br /&gt;che nemmeno mi fanno più male e nemmeno mi bruciano più.&lt;br /&gt;Dentro al mio cuore di muro e metallo dentro la mia cassaforte,&lt;br /&gt;dentro la mia collezione di amori con le gambe corte,&lt;br /&gt;ed ognuno c'ha un numero e sopra ognuno una croce,&lt;br /&gt;ma va bene lo stesso, va bene così.&lt;br /&gt;Chiamatemi Mimì, chiamatemi Mimì.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Per i miei occhi neri e i capelli e i miei neri pensieri,&lt;br /&gt;c'è Mimì che cammina sul ponte per mano alla figlia&lt;br /&gt;e che guardano giù.&lt;br /&gt;Per la vita che ho avuto e la vita che ho dato, per i miei occhiali neri,&lt;br /&gt;per spiegare alla figlia che domani va meglio, che vedrai, cambierà.&lt;br /&gt;Come passa quest'acqua di fiume che sembra che è ferma,&lt;br /&gt;ma hai voglia se va, come Mimì che cammina per mano alla figlia,&lt;br /&gt;chissà dove va.&lt;br /&gt;Sarà che tutta la vita è una strada e la vedi tornare,&lt;br /&gt;come la lacrime tornano agli occhi e ti fanno più male,&lt;br /&gt;e nessuno ti vede, e nessuno ti vuole per quello che sei.&lt;br /&gt;Sarà che i cani stanotte alla porta li sento abbaiare,&lt;br /&gt;sarà che sopra al tuo cuore c'è scritto "Vietato passare",&lt;br /&gt;il tuo amore è un segreto, il tuo cuore è un divieto,&lt;br /&gt;personale al completo, e va bene così.&lt;br /&gt;Chiamatemi Mimì, chiamatemi Mimì.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Per i miei occhi neri e i capelli e i miei neri pensieri,&lt;br /&gt;c'è Mimì che cammina sul ponte per mano alla figlia&lt;br /&gt;e che guardano giù.&lt;br /&gt;Per la vita che ho avuto e la vita che ho dato, per i miei occhiali neri,&lt;br /&gt;per spiegare alla figlia che domani va meglio, che vedrai, cambierà.&lt;br /&gt;Come passa quest'acqua di fiume che sembra che è ferma,&lt;br /&gt;ma hai voglia se va, come Mimì che cammina per mano alla figlia,&lt;br /&gt;chissà dove va.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3726749710504191676-2741368850773475004?l=canzonistruggentietristi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://canzonistruggentietristi.blogspot.com/feeds/2741368850773475004/comments/default" title="Commenti sul post" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://canzonistruggentietristi.blogspot.com/2011/12/mimi-sara-de-gregori.html#comment-form" title="0 Commenti" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3726749710504191676/posts/default/2741368850773475004?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3726749710504191676/posts/default/2741368850773475004?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://canzonistruggentietristi.blogspot.com/2011/12/mimi-sara-de-gregori.html" title="Mimì sarà - De Gregori" /><author><name>Suali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07783312629004301455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5FoLJZqOug8/S1GWyfpfECI/AAAAAAAAAIE/50DMac-mTBE/S220/1245589680.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://img.youtube.com/vi/uLMDCT0PSL8/default.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUQARX4zfyp7ImA9WhRRGUQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3726749710504191676.post-5914263017598607924</id><published>2011-12-04T10:40:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-04T11:09:04.087+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-04T11:09:04.087+01:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="2011" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Negramaro" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="#sta finendo/relazione complicata" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Elisa" /><title>Basta così - Negramaro</title><content type="html">Ultimamente sto trascurando un bel po' la musica italiana moderna per cui arrivo un po' in ritardo su questa canzone che mi è piaciuta sin da subito, poi cosa che mi è piaciuta ancora di più è il video, estremamente curato che va a completare la canzone stessa. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi piace un sacco come viene espresso il contrasto tra il sapere di dover lasciare andare qualcuno e il non volerlo fare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La spiegazione la trovate nel commento del video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/fFNPSEOpPJw" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liberi,&lt;br /&gt;ci sembrerà di essere più liberi&lt;br /&gt;se dalle nostre mani&lt;br /&gt;non cadranno più parole per noi due.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E sarà più semplice,&lt;br /&gt;sorridere alla gente senza chiederle&lt;br /&gt;se sia per sempre o duri un solo istante,&lt;br /&gt;e poi che ce ne importa a noi?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tanto basta così, così, scendiamo qui, qui,&lt;br /&gt;che senza di noi c'è la libertà,&lt;br /&gt;si ma basta così, così, fermiamoci qui.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ridere,&lt;br /&gt;sarò sorpreso poi a vederti ridere&lt;br /&gt;senza il bisogno poi di dover decidere&lt;br /&gt;per chi, se non per me&lt;br /&gt;e allora sarà facile&lt;br /&gt;tagliare l'aria se non lo si farà in due&lt;br /&gt;e ti vedranno correre su cieli di ciniglia e di popcorn&lt;br /&gt;si ma basta così, così, scendiamo qui, qui,&lt;br /&gt;che senza di noi c'è la libertà,&lt;br /&gt;si ma basta così, così,&lt;br /&gt;e tu baciami qui, qui&lt;br /&gt;che l'ultimo sia e poi che senso avrà,&lt;br /&gt;tanto basta così, così&lt;br /&gt;fermiamoci qui.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liberi, ci sembrerà di essere più liberi&lt;br /&gt;e intanto farò a pugni contro il muro per&lt;br /&gt;averti ancora qui.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Portami altrove,&lt;br /&gt;portami dove non c'è nessuno che sappia di noi,&lt;br /&gt;fammi vedere come si muore&lt;br /&gt;senza nessuno che viva di noi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3726749710504191676-5914263017598607924?l=canzonistruggentietristi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://canzonistruggentietristi.blogspot.com/feeds/5914263017598607924/comments/default" title="Commenti sul post" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://canzonistruggentietristi.blogspot.com/2011/12/basta-cosi-negramaro.html#comment-form" title="0 Commenti" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3726749710504191676/posts/default/5914263017598607924?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3726749710504191676/posts/default/5914263017598607924?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://canzonistruggentietristi.blogspot.com/2011/12/basta-cosi-negramaro.html" title="Basta così - Negramaro" /><author><name>Suali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07783312629004301455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5FoLJZqOug8/S1GWyfpfECI/AAAAAAAAAIE/50DMac-mTBE/S220/1245589680.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://img.youtube.com/vi/fFNPSEOpPJw/default.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0YESH4_eip7ImA9WhRRGU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3726749710504191676.post-3630752661798516230</id><published>2011-12-03T17:43:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-03T17:51:49.042+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-03T17:51:49.042+01:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="1985" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Francesco De Gregori" /><title>Ciao ciao - De Gregori</title><content type="html">Altra canzone suggerita da un lettore anonimo. Quello che mi ha colpito di più è l'ipotetico accostamento di questa canzone di De Gregori a quella di Luigi Tenco, &lt;a href=http://canzonistruggentietristi.blogspot.com/2010/02/ciao-amore-ciao-luigi-tenco.html target="_blank"&gt;Ciao amore ciao&lt;/a&gt;, come d'altronde il titolo può suggerire e il testo sembra confermare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/QZOzirz2KF4" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao ciao, andarmene è un peccato, però ciao ciao.&lt;br /&gt;Bella donna alla porta che mi saluti.&lt;br /&gt;E baci, abbracci e sputi,&lt;br /&gt;e io che sputo amore, io che non sputo mai.&lt;br /&gt;Ciao ciao, andarsene era scritto perciò ciao ciao.&lt;br /&gt;Bella ragazza che non m'hai capito mai.&lt;br /&gt;Già parte il treno, sventola il fazzoletto,&lt;br /&gt;amore mio, però piangi di meno.&lt;br /&gt;Ciao ciao, ciao amore ciao, amore ciao.&lt;br /&gt;Guarda che belli fiori in quella città.&lt;br /&gt;Ciao amore ciao, amore come va?&lt;br /&gt;Ciao amore, amore mio, amore ciao.&lt;br /&gt;Ciao ciao, guarda che belli i fiori in quella città,&lt;br /&gt;che mai mi ha vinto e mai nemmeno mi vedrà.&lt;br /&gt;Guarda che mare!&lt;br /&gt;Guarda che barche piccole che vanno a navigare.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3726749710504191676-3630752661798516230?l=canzonistruggentietristi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://canzonistruggentietristi.blogspot.com/feeds/3630752661798516230/comments/default" title="Commenti sul post" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://canzonistruggentietristi.blogspot.com/2011/12/ciao-ciao-de-gregori.html#comment-form" title="0 Commenti" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3726749710504191676/posts/default/3630752661798516230?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3726749710504191676/posts/default/3630752661798516230?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://canzonistruggentietristi.blogspot.com/2011/12/ciao-ciao-de-gregori.html" title="Ciao ciao - De Gregori" /><author><name>Suali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07783312629004301455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5FoLJZqOug8/S1GWyfpfECI/AAAAAAAAAIE/50DMac-mTBE/S220/1245589680.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://img.youtube.com/vi/QZOzirz2KF4/default.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0MFRn09eip7ImA9WhRRGUw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3726749710504191676.post-3541791159697648576</id><published>2011-12-03T12:06:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-03T12:23:37.362+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-03T12:23:37.362+01:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Javetta Steele" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Jeff Buckley" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="1987" /><title>Calling you - Javetta Steele</title><content type="html">Ringrazio il segnalatore anonimo per questa bella e intensa canzone che vanta svariate cover di voci illustri tra cui il nostro amato Jeff Buckley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/gb4VZdwu5aU" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/4uc3B62S02w" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Traduzione in italiano: &lt;a href=http://www.mbmusic.it/2010/10/jevetta-steele-calling-you/ target="_blank"&gt;qui&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A desert road from Vegas to nowhere&lt;br /&gt;Some place better than where you've been&lt;br /&gt;A coffee machine that needs some fixing&lt;br /&gt;In a little café just around the bend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am calling you&lt;br /&gt;Can't you hear me&lt;br /&gt;I am calling you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A hot dry wind blows right thru me&lt;br /&gt;The baby's crying and can't sleep&lt;br /&gt;But we both know a change is coming&lt;br /&gt;Coming closer sweet release&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am calling you&lt;br /&gt;I know you hear me&lt;br /&gt;I am calling you Oh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3726749710504191676-3541791159697648576?l=canzonistruggentietristi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://canzonistruggentietristi.blogspot.com/feeds/3541791159697648576/comments/default" title="Commenti sul post" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://canzonistruggentietristi.blogspot.com/2011/12/calling-you-javetta-steele.html#comment-form" title="1 Commenti" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3726749710504191676/posts/default/3541791159697648576?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3726749710504191676/posts/default/3541791159697648576?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://canzonistruggentietristi.blogspot.com/2011/12/calling-you-javetta-steele.html" title="Calling you - Javetta Steele" /><author><name>Suali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07783312629004301455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5FoLJZqOug8/S1GWyfpfECI/AAAAAAAAAIE/50DMac-mTBE/S220/1245589680.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://img.youtube.com/vi/gb4VZdwu5aU/default.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEAARn88fCp7ImA9WhRSGE0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3726749710504191676.post-675976655332713184</id><published>2011-11-20T15:59:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-11-20T16:25:47.174+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-20T16:25:47.174+01:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="A Fine Frenzy" /><title>Almost lover - A Fine Frenzy</title><content type="html">Canzone delicata e intensa al tempo stesso questa di A Fine Frenzy, mi è capitata per caso sotto mano e piano piano ne sto apprezzando anche altre canzoni, mi sa tanto che potrei tornare a parlare di lei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/lsWsasqIoyk" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Traduzione in italiano: &lt;a href=http://www.dartagnan.ch/article.php?sid=6448 target="_blank"&gt;qui&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You fingertips across my skin&lt;br /&gt;The palm trees swaying in the wind&lt;br /&gt;Images&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You sang me Spanish lullabies&lt;br /&gt;The sweetest sadness in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Clever trick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never want to see you unhappy&lt;br /&gt;I thought you'd want the same for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye, my almost lover&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye, my hopeless dream&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying not to think about you&lt;br /&gt;Can't you just let me be?&lt;br /&gt;So long, my luckless romance&lt;br /&gt;My back is turned to you&lt;br /&gt;I should've known you'd bring me heartache&lt;br /&gt;Almost lovers always do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked along a crowded street&lt;br /&gt;You took my hand and danced with me&lt;br /&gt;Images&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when I left you kissed my lips&lt;br /&gt;You told me you'd never ever forget these images, no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never want to see you unhappy&lt;br /&gt;I thought you'd want the same for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye, my almost lover&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye, my hopeless dream&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying not to think about you&lt;br /&gt;Can't you just let me be?&lt;br /&gt;So long, my luckless romance&lt;br /&gt;My back is turned on you&lt;br /&gt;I should've known you'd bring me heartache&lt;br /&gt;Almost lovers always do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot go to the ocean&lt;br /&gt;I cannot drive the streets at night&lt;br /&gt;I cannot wake up in the morning&lt;br /&gt;Without you on my mind&lt;br /&gt;So you're gone and I'm haunted&lt;br /&gt;And I bet you are just fine&lt;br /&gt;Did I make that easy for you?&lt;br /&gt;To walk right, in and out of my life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye, my almost lover&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye, my hopeless dream&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying not to think about you&lt;br /&gt;Can't you just let me be?&lt;br /&gt;So long, my luckless romance&lt;br /&gt;My back is turned on you&lt;br /&gt;I should've known you'd bring me heartache&lt;br /&gt;Almost lovers always do&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3726749710504191676-675976655332713184?l=canzonistruggentietristi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://canzonistruggentietristi.blogspot.com/feeds/675976655332713184/comments/default" title="Commenti sul post" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://canzonistruggentietristi.blogspot.com/2011/11/almost-lover-fine-frenzy.html#comment-form" title="0 Commenti" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3726749710504191676/posts/default/675976655332713184?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3726749710504191676/posts/default/675976655332713184?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://canzonistruggentietristi.blogspot.com/2011/11/almost-lover-fine-frenzy.html" title="Almost lover - A Fine Frenzy" /><author><name>Suali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07783312629004301455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5FoLJZqOug8/S1GWyfpfECI/AAAAAAAAAIE/50DMac-mTBE/S220/1245589680.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://img.youtube.com/vi/lsWsasqIoyk/default.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEQDQX08cSp7ImA9WhdaGUs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3726749710504191676.post-3649818555386349209</id><published>2011-10-30T08:49:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-30T09:12:50.379+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-10-30T09:12:50.379+01:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="1992" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Mia Martini" /><title>Gli uomini non cambiano - Mia Martini</title><content type="html">Grazie a &lt;a href=http://unaciliegiatiralaltra.blogspot.com/ target="_blank"&gt;Federica&lt;/a&gt; per il suggerimento, mannaggia, mi sono appena resa conto che sono in ritardo di qualcosa come più di un anno con i suggerimenti xD mi spiace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beh, che dire, una grande interprete come Mia Martini non ha bisogno di presentazioni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Non posso fare a meno però di un accostamento con &lt;a href=http://canzonistruggentietristi.blogspot.com/2009/03/bella-stronza-marco-masini.html&gt;Bella stronza&lt;/a&gt; di Masini sul piano della tematica. Due modi per dire in fondo la stessa cosa, uno un po' più generalizzato l'altro meno, ma alla fine la sostanza è quella, solo che da due punti di vista opposti. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/LjG6u32CTWI" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sono stata anch'io bambina&lt;br /&gt;Di mio padre innamorata&lt;br /&gt;Per lui sbaglio sempre e sono&lt;br /&gt;La sua figlia sgangherata&lt;br /&gt;Ho provato a conquistarlo&lt;br /&gt;E non ci sono mai riuscita&lt;br /&gt;E lottato per cambiarlo&lt;br /&gt;Ci vorrebbe un'altra vita.&lt;br /&gt;La pazienza delle donne incomincia a quell'età&lt;br /&gt;Quando nascono in famiglia quelle mezze ostilità&lt;br /&gt;E ti perdi dentro a un cinema&lt;br /&gt;A sognare di andar via&lt;br /&gt;Con il primo che ti capita e ti dice una bugia.&lt;br /&gt;Gli uomini non cambiano&lt;br /&gt;Prima parlano d'amore e poi ti lasciano da sola&lt;br /&gt;Gli uomini ti cambiano&lt;br /&gt;E tu piangi mille notti di perché&lt;br /&gt;Invece, gli uomini ti uccidono&lt;br /&gt;E con gli amici vanno a ridere di te.&lt;br /&gt;Piansi anch'io la prima volta&lt;br /&gt;Stretta a un angolo e sconfitta&lt;br /&gt;Lui faceva e non capiva&lt;br /&gt;Perché stavo ferma e zitta&lt;br /&gt;Ma ho scoperto con il tempo&lt;br /&gt;E diventando un po' più dura&lt;br /&gt;Che se l'uomo in gruppo è più cattivo&lt;br /&gt;Quando è solo ha più paura.&lt;br /&gt;Gli uomini non cambiano&lt;br /&gt;Fanno i soldi per comprarti&lt;br /&gt;E poi ti vendono&lt;br /&gt;La notte, gli uomini non tornano&lt;br /&gt;E ti danno tutto quello che non vuoi&lt;br /&gt;Ma perché gli uomini che nascono&lt;br /&gt;Sono figli delle donne&lt;br /&gt;Ma non sono come noi&lt;br /&gt;Amore gli uomini che cambiano&lt;br /&gt;Sono quasi un ideale che non c'è&lt;br /&gt;Sono quelli innamorati come te&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3726749710504191676-3649818555386349209?l=canzonistruggentietristi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://canzonistruggentietristi.blogspot.com/feeds/3649818555386349209/comments/default" title="Commenti sul post" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://canzonistruggentietristi.blogspot.com/2011/10/gli-uomini-non-cambiano-mia-martini.html#comment-form" title="1 Commenti" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3726749710504191676/posts/default/3649818555386349209?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3726749710504191676/posts/default/3649818555386349209?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://canzonistruggentietristi.blogspot.com/2011/10/gli-uomini-non-cambiano-mia-martini.html" title="Gli uomini non cambiano - Mia Martini" /><author><name>Suali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07783312629004301455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5FoLJZqOug8/S1GWyfpfECI/AAAAAAAAAIE/50DMac-mTBE/S220/1245589680.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://img.youtube.com/vi/LjG6u32CTWI/default.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0MCR3wyfSp7ImA9WhdaGEU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3726749710504191676.post-8488535190843762048</id><published>2011-10-29T11:30:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T11:44:26.295+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-10-29T11:44:26.295+02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="1968" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Fabrizio De André" /><title>Amore che vieni, amore che vai - Fabrizio De André</title><content type="html">Ho preso un "brutto" ritmo in questi mesi, durante la settimana l'università e nel fine settimana la casa, il tempo e la voglia per il blog è sempre meno ma caso ha voluto che oggi sia giornata di cazzeggio ed eccomi qui.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ringrazio &lt;a href=http://www.armamedievale.blogspot.com/ target="_blank"&gt;Fra&lt;/a&gt; per il suggerimento :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vi consiglio un salto su questo &lt;a href=http://www.giuseppecirigliano.it/Amore_che_vieni.htm target="_blank"&gt;commento&lt;/a&gt; del testo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/4klN0nrXLsI" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quei giorni perduti a rincorrere il vento&lt;br /&gt;a chiederci un bacio e volerne altri cento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;un giorno qualunque li ricorderai&lt;br /&gt;amore che fuggi da me tornerai&lt;br /&gt;un giorno qualunque ti ricorderai&lt;br /&gt;amore che fuggi da me tornerai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e tu che con gli occhi di un altro colore&lt;br /&gt;mi dici le stesse parole d'amore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fra un mese fra un anno scordate le avrai&lt;br /&gt;amore che vieni da me fuggirai&lt;br /&gt;fra un mese fra un anno scordate le avrai&lt;br /&gt;amore che vieni da me fuggirai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;venuto dal sole o da spiagge gelate&lt;br /&gt;venuto in novembre o col vento d'estate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;io t'ho amato sempre, non t'ho amato mai&lt;br /&gt;amore che vieni, amore che vai&lt;br /&gt;io t'ho amato sempre, non t'ho amato mai&lt;br /&gt;amore che vieni, amore che vai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quei giorni perduti a rincorrere il vento&lt;br /&gt;a chiederci un bacio e volerne altri cento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;un giorno qualunque li ricorderai&lt;br /&gt;amore che fuggi da me tornerai&lt;br /&gt;un giorno qualunque ti ricorderai&lt;br /&gt;amore che fuggi da me tornerai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e tu che con gli occhi di un altro colore&lt;br /&gt;mi dici le stesse parole d'amore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fra un mese fra un anno scordate le avrai&lt;br /&gt;amore che vieni da me fuggirai&lt;br /&gt;fra un mese fra un anno scordate le avrai&lt;br /&gt;amore che vieni da me fuggirai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;venuto dal sole o da spiagge gelate&lt;br /&gt;venuto in novembre o col vento d'estate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;io t'ho amato sempre, non t'ho amato mai&lt;br /&gt;amore che vieni, amore che vai&lt;br /&gt;io t'ho amato sempre, non t'ho amato mai&lt;br /&gt;amore che vieni, amore che vai&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3726749710504191676-8488535190843762048?l=canzonistruggentietristi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://canzonistruggentietristi.blogspot.com/feeds/8488535190843762048/comments/default" title="Commenti sul post" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://canzonistruggentietristi.blogspot.com/2011/10/amore-che-vieni-amore-che-vai-fabrizio.html#comment-form" title="0 Commenti" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3726749710504191676/posts/default/8488535190843762048?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3726749710504191676/posts/default/8488535190843762048?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://canzonistruggentietristi.blogspot.com/2011/10/amore-che-vieni-amore-che-vai-fabrizio.html" title="Amore che vieni, amore che vai - Fabrizio De André" /><author><name>Suali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07783312629004301455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5FoLJZqOug8/S1GWyfpfECI/AAAAAAAAAIE/50DMac-mTBE/S220/1245589680.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://img.youtube.com/vi/4klN0nrXLsI/default.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0YHSXg9cCp7ImA9WhdVFEw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3726749710504191676.post-4286306379708781907</id><published>2011-09-19T08:43:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2011-09-19T08:52:18.668+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-09-19T08:52:18.668+02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Cugini di Campagna" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="#morte" /><title>Preghiera - Cugini di Campagna</title><content type="html">Grazie a &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Cristina&lt;/span&gt; per il suggerimento :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La canzone si ispira ad una storia vera di due ragazzi, lei quindici anni e lui diciotto. Lei muore di leucemia e lui per la disperazione si butta da un ponte. Qui c'è l'approfondimento completo: &lt;a href=http://www.cuginidicampagna.com/misc/articolo_preghiera.htm target="_blank"&gt;articolo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Q5GbSD_twBc" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E le mie mani innalzerò verso di te&lt;br /&gt;cantandoti una preghiera finchè non hai salvato lei.&lt;br /&gt;Lei mi sorride pensando che poi guarirà&lt;br /&gt;ancora non sapeva amare perchè la vuoi insieme a te.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signore mio, ascoltami se puoi&lt;br /&gt;Signore mio al mondo ho solo lei&lt;br /&gt;Signore mio è per amore che t'imploro&lt;br /&gt;a mani giunte ti scongiuro dimmi che non sarà vero.&lt;br /&gt;Signore mio!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma le sue mani non sento più stringersi a me&lt;br /&gt;perdona se tu mi vedrai lassù tra voi insieme a lei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amore mio non ce l'ho fatta più&lt;br /&gt;amore mio senza di te laggiù&lt;br /&gt;amore mio la nostra casa è il paradiso&lt;br /&gt;ritrovo adesso il tuo sorriso non devi avere più paura.&lt;br /&gt;Amore mio.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3726749710504191676-4286306379708781907?l=canzonistruggentietristi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://canzonistruggentietristi.blogspot.com/feeds/4286306379708781907/comments/default" title="Commenti sul post" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://canzonistruggentietristi.blogspot.com/2011/09/preghiera-cugini-di-campagna.html#comment-form" title="0 Commenti" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3726749710504191676/posts/default/4286306379708781907?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3726749710504191676/posts/default/4286306379708781907?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://canzonistruggentietristi.blogspot.com/2011/09/preghiera-cugini-di-campagna.html" title="Preghiera - Cugini di Campagna" /><author><name>Suali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07783312629004301455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5FoLJZqOug8/S1GWyfpfECI/AAAAAAAAAIE/50DMac-mTBE/S220/1245589680.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://img.youtube.com/vi/Q5GbSD_twBc/default.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEcERXo8fyp7ImA9WhdaGEU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3726749710504191676.post-935473942691897276</id><published>2011-09-10T21:03:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T11:53:24.477+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-10-29T11:53:24.477+02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="2011" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="#triste di suo" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Skylar Grey" /><title>Invisible - Skylar Grey</title><content type="html">Settembre è un mese odioso, piano piano iniziano ad accorciarsi le giornate, si smette di boccheggiare, il traffico piano piano torna a farti innervosire e come se non bastasse c'è la sessione di settembre. La sera sono così stanca che faccio zapping su youtube senza molto senso, ma per una volta è stato produttivo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ho scoperto infatti Skylar Gray la quale vanta diverse collaborazioni con diversi nomi altisonanti del mondo della musica tra cui Eminem, per farvi capire di cosa parlo basta ascoltare &lt;a href=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vGVGove7IsI target="blank"&gt;Skylar Grey - Love the way you lie&lt;/a&gt;. Non faccio che chiedermi cosa ne sarebbe venuto fuori se avesse cantato lei con Eminem anziché Rihanna...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Devo essere onesta, l'unica cosa che non mi fa impazzire di questa canzone è il testo che per certi versi strizza un po' troppo l'occhio agli adolescenti, per il resto ascoltarla è un piacere. Anche se volerla raccontare tutta "invisible" si riferisce più alle difficoltà di Skylar Grey di farsi notare nel mondo della musica, tant'è che lei ha già pubblicato un album nel 2006 come Holly Brook, ma i veri consensi li ha iniziati ad ottenere solo ultimamente dopo che le collaborazioni con Eminem le hanno puntato i riflettori addosso. Da qui anche il nome dell'album che uscirà ad inzio 2012: &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Invinsible&lt;/span&gt;, perché da invisible è diventata invincible, l'idea del gioco di parole è venuta niente di meno che a Marilyn Manson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="345" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/NVVrT_wNw_Y" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(traduzione fatta in casa)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=2&gt;&lt;table&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I take these pills to make me thin&lt;br /&gt;I dye my hair, and color my skin&lt;br /&gt;I tried everything, to make them see me&lt;br /&gt;But all they see, is someone that’s not me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even when I’m walking on barb wire&lt;br /&gt;Even when I sat myself on fire&lt;br /&gt;Why do I always feel invisible, invisible&lt;br /&gt;Everyday I try to lock my past&lt;br /&gt;Even though inside I’m such a mess&lt;br /&gt;Why do I always feel invisible, invisible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here inside, my quiet heart&lt;br /&gt;You cannot hear, my cries for help&lt;br /&gt;I tried everything, to make them see me&lt;br /&gt;But every one, sees what I can’t be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even when I’m walking on barb wire&lt;br /&gt;Even when I sat myself on fire&lt;br /&gt;Why do I always feel invisible, invisible&lt;br /&gt;Everyday I try to lock my past&lt;br /&gt;Even though inside I’m such a mess&lt;br /&gt;Why do I always feel invisible, invisible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes when I’m alone&lt;br /&gt;I pretend that I’m a queen&lt;br /&gt;It’s almost believable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even when I’m walking on barb wire&lt;br /&gt;Even when I sat myself on fire&lt;br /&gt;Why do I always feel invisible, invisible&lt;br /&gt;Everyday I try to lock my past&lt;br /&gt;Even though inside I’m such a mess&lt;br /&gt;Why do I always feel invisible, invisible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prendo queste pillole per dimagrire&lt;br /&gt;tingo i miei capelli e coloro la mia pelle&lt;br /&gt;le ho provate tutte per farmi vedere da loro&lt;br /&gt;ma tutto quello che loro vedono è qualcuno che non sono io&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anche quando cammino sul filo spinato&lt;br /&gt;anche quando mi sono seduta nel fuoco&lt;br /&gt;perché mi sento sempre invisibile? invisibile?&lt;br /&gt;ogni giorno provo a bloccare il passato&lt;br /&gt;benché dentro sia un tale casino&lt;br /&gt;perché mi sento sempre invisibile? invisibile?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qui dentro il mio cuore silenzioso&lt;br /&gt;non puoi sentire il mio grido d'aiuto &lt;br /&gt;le ho provate tutte per farmi vedere da loro&lt;br /&gt;ma ognuno vede quello che non può essere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anche quando cammino sul filo spinato&lt;br /&gt;anche quando mi sono seduta nel fuoco&lt;br /&gt;perché mi sento sempre invisibile? invisibile?&lt;br /&gt;ogni giorno provo a bloccare il passato&lt;br /&gt;benché dentro sia un tale casino&lt;br /&gt;perché mi sento sempre invisibile? invisibile?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qualche volta quando sono sola&lt;br /&gt;fingo di essere una regina&lt;br /&gt;è quasi credibile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anche quando cammino sul filo spinato&lt;br /&gt;anche quando mi sono seduta nel fuoco&lt;br /&gt;perché mi sento sempre invisibile? invisibile?&lt;br /&gt;ogni giorno provo a bloccare il passato&lt;br /&gt;benché dentro sia un tale casino&lt;br /&gt;perché mi sento sempre invisibile? invisibile?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3726749710504191676-935473942691897276?l=canzonistruggentietristi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://canzonistruggentietristi.blogspot.com/feeds/935473942691897276/comments/default" title="Commenti sul post" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://canzonistruggentietristi.blogspot.com/2011/09/invisible-skylar-grey.html#comment-form" title="0 Commenti" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3726749710504191676/posts/default/935473942691897276?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3726749710504191676/posts/default/935473942691897276?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://canzonistruggentietristi.blogspot.com/2011/09/invisible-skylar-grey.html" title="Invisible - Skylar Grey" /><author><name>Suali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07783312629004301455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5FoLJZqOug8/S1GWyfpfECI/AAAAAAAAAIE/50DMac-mTBE/S220/1245589680.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://img.youtube.com/vi/NVVrT_wNw_Y/default.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0cDSX0-eSp7ImA9WhdXFkk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3726749710504191676.post-3962048630058803040</id><published>2011-08-29T21:01:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T21:11:18.351+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-08-29T21:11:18.351+02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Bruce Springsteen" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="#triste di suo" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="1993" /><title>Streets of Philadelphia - Bruce Springsteen</title><content type="html">Grazie ad &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Enrico&lt;/span&gt; per il suggerimento :)
&lt;br /&gt;Era da un po' che desideravo inserire una canzone di Bruce Springsteen, ho un'amica fan sfegatata di lui, ma mi mancava appunto la canzone giusta.
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&lt;br /&gt;La canzone in questione è stata scritta appositamente per il film Philadelphia che io ricordo nitidamente come il primo film che riuscì seriamente ad emozionarmi, da qualche parte dovrei avere ancora la videocassetta con l'etichetta che ti ritagliavi dal giornale con i palinsesti televisivi. Erano altri tempi.
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&lt;br /&gt;Detto ciò abbiamo la chiave di lettura del testo, ruota tutto attorno all'AIDS, sono le parole di un uomo che guarda in faccia al suo destino sapendo a cosa va incontro.
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="420" height="345" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/4z2DtNW79sQ" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;Traduzione in italiano: &lt;a href=http://www.dartagnan.ch/article.php?sid=5956 target="_blank"&gt;qui&lt;/a&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;I was bruised and battered, I couldn't tell what I felt.
&lt;br /&gt;I was unrecognizable to myself.
&lt;br /&gt;I saw my reflection in a window, I didn't know my own face.
&lt;br /&gt;Oh brother are you gonna leave me wastin' away
&lt;br /&gt;On the Streets of Philadelphia.
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;I walked the avenue, 'til my legs felt like stone,
&lt;br /&gt;I heard the voices of friends vanished and gone,
&lt;br /&gt;At night I could hear the blood in my veins,
&lt;br /&gt;Black and whispering as the rain,
&lt;br /&gt;On the Streets of Philadelphia.
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;Ain't no angel gonna greet me.
&lt;br /&gt;It's just you and I my friend.
&lt;br /&gt;My clothes don't fit me no more,
&lt;br /&gt;I walked a thousand miles
&lt;br /&gt;Just to slip this skin.
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;The night has fallen, I'm lyin' awake,
&lt;br /&gt;I can feel myself fading away,
&lt;br /&gt;So receive me brother with your faithless kiss,
&lt;br /&gt;Or will we leave each other alone like this
&lt;br /&gt;On the Streets of Philadelphia &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3726749710504191676-3962048630058803040?l=canzonistruggentietristi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://canzonistruggentietristi.blogspot.com/feeds/3962048630058803040/comments/default" title="Commenti sul post" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://canzonistruggentietristi.blogspot.com/2011/08/streets-of-philadelphia-bruce.html#comment-form" title="1 Commenti" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3726749710504191676/posts/default/3962048630058803040?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3726749710504191676/posts/default/3962048630058803040?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://canzonistruggentietristi.blogspot.com/2011/08/streets-of-philadelphia-bruce.html" title="Streets of Philadelphia - Bruce Springsteen" /><author><name>Suali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07783312629004301455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5FoLJZqOug8/S1GWyfpfECI/AAAAAAAAAIE/50DMac-mTBE/S220/1245589680.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://img.youtube.com/vi/4z2DtNW79sQ/default.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A08DQXszfip7ImA9WhdXFUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3726749710504191676.post-476110235971574071</id><published>2011-08-28T21:06:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2011-08-28T21:31:10.586+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-08-28T21:31:10.586+02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="2005" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Whitin Temptation" /><title>Memories - Within Temptation</title><content type="html">Eccoci in quest'ultimo fine settimana d'Agosto, spero che abbiate passato delle belle vacanze :)
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&lt;br /&gt;Oggi andiamo con una canzone tranquilla e devo dire tra l'altro con un bel video, l'acconciatura che ha quando indossa il vestito con le piume mi piace troppo ('sti cavoli direte voi..e fate bene xD).
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&lt;br /&gt;Traduzione in italiano: &lt;a href=http://www.dartagnan.ch/article.php?sid=5854 target="_blank"&gt;qui&lt;/a&gt;.
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;Memories, memories, memories
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;In this world you tried
&lt;br /&gt;Not leaving me alone behind
&lt;br /&gt;There's no other way
&lt;br /&gt;I'll pray to the gods: let him stay
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;The memories ease the pain inside
&lt;br /&gt;Now I know why
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus:]
&lt;br /&gt;All of my memories
&lt;br /&gt;Keep you near
&lt;br /&gt;In silent moments
&lt;br /&gt;Imagine you'd be here
&lt;br /&gt;All of my memories
&lt;br /&gt;Keep you near
&lt;br /&gt;The silent whispers, silent tears
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;Made me promise I'd try
&lt;br /&gt;To find my way back in this life
&lt;br /&gt;I hope there is away
&lt;br /&gt;To give me a sign you're okay
&lt;br /&gt;Reminds me again
&lt;br /&gt;It's worth it all
&lt;br /&gt;So I can go home
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;Together in all these memories
&lt;br /&gt;I see your smile
&lt;br /&gt;All the memories I hold dear
&lt;br /&gt;Darling you know I love you till the end of time&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3726749710504191676-476110235971574071?l=canzonistruggentietristi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://canzonistruggentietristi.blogspot.com/feeds/476110235971574071/comments/default" title="Commenti sul post" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://canzonistruggentietristi.blogspot.com/2011/08/memories-within-temptation.html#comment-form" title="0 Commenti" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3726749710504191676/posts/default/476110235971574071?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3726749710504191676/posts/default/476110235971574071?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://canzonistruggentietristi.blogspot.com/2011/08/memories-within-temptation.html" title="Memories - Within Temptation" /><author><name>Suali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07783312629004301455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5FoLJZqOug8/S1GWyfpfECI/AAAAAAAAAIE/50DMac-mTBE/S220/1245589680.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://img.youtube.com/vi/gsQIOgkZt68/default.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C08BQn8zfCp7ImA9WhdQFU8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3726749710504191676.post-1641083647284585931</id><published>2011-08-16T20:48:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2011-08-16T21:10:53.184+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-08-16T21:10:53.184+02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="2005" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="#triste di suo" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Nine Inch Nails" /><title>Right where it belongs - Nine Inch Nails</title><content type="html">Altra canzone suggerita da &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Kallastra&lt;/span&gt; che ringrazio.
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&lt;br /&gt;Questa volta abbiamo a che fare con una canzone introspettiva, "&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;davvero profonda e angosciosa... testo, musica e interpretazione parlano da soli, credo... &lt;/span&gt;"
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&lt;br /&gt;Io vi intivo a leggervi con calma il testo, che come ha detto Kallastra, parla da solo, se poi volete leggere un commento fatto bene e masticate un po' d'inglese fatte un salto su &lt;a href=http://www.songmeanings.net/songs/view/3530822107858539604/#73014831084 target="_blank"&gt;SongMeanings&lt;/a&gt;. 
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/2b6DLjsoVHk" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;Traduzione in italiano su &lt;a href=http://krishelshadow.splinder.com/post/13781827/right-where-it-belongs target="_blank"&gt;Shadow Land&lt;/a&gt;.
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&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;See the animal in his cage that you built
&lt;br /&gt;Are you sure what side you're on?
&lt;br /&gt;Better not look him too closely in the eye
&lt;br /&gt;Are you sure what side of the glass you are on?
&lt;br /&gt;See the safety of the life you have built
&lt;br /&gt;Everything where it belongs
&lt;br /&gt;Feel the hollowness inside of your heart
&lt;br /&gt;And it's all
&lt;br /&gt;Right where it belongs
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus:]
&lt;br /&gt;What if everything around you
&lt;br /&gt;Isn't quite as it seems?
&lt;br /&gt;What if all the world you think you know
&lt;br /&gt;Is an elaborate dream?
&lt;br /&gt;And if you look at your reflection
&lt;br /&gt;Is it all you want it to be?
&lt;br /&gt;What if you could look right through the cracks?
&lt;br /&gt;Would you find yourself
&lt;br /&gt;Find yourself afraid to see?
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;What if all the world's inside of your head
&lt;br /&gt;Just creations of your own?
&lt;br /&gt;Your devils and your gods
&lt;br /&gt;All the living and the dead
&lt;br /&gt;And you're really all alone?
&lt;br /&gt;You can live in this illusion
&lt;br /&gt;You can choose to believe
&lt;br /&gt;You keep looking but you can't find the woods
&lt;br /&gt;While you're hiding in the trees
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus:]
&lt;br /&gt;What if everything around you
&lt;br /&gt;Isn't quite as it seems?
&lt;br /&gt;What if all the world you used to know
&lt;br /&gt;Is an elaborate dream?
&lt;br /&gt;And if you look at your reflection
&lt;br /&gt;Is it all you want it to be?
&lt;br /&gt;What if you could look right through the cracks
&lt;br /&gt;Would you find yourself
&lt;br /&gt;Find yourself afraid to see
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3726749710504191676-1641083647284585931?l=canzonistruggentietristi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://canzonistruggentietristi.blogspot.com/feeds/1641083647284585931/comments/default" title="Commenti sul post" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://canzonistruggentietristi.blogspot.com/2011/08/right-where-it-belongs-nine-inch-nails.html#comment-form" title="5 Commenti" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3726749710504191676/posts/default/1641083647284585931?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3726749710504191676/posts/default/1641083647284585931?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://canzonistruggentietristi.blogspot.com/2011/08/right-where-it-belongs-nine-inch-nails.html" title="Right where it belongs - Nine Inch Nails" /><author><name>Suali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07783312629004301455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5FoLJZqOug8/S1GWyfpfECI/AAAAAAAAAIE/50DMac-mTBE/S220/1245589680.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://img.youtube.com/vi/2b6DLjsoVHk/default.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUIFQ3c6fSp7ImA9WhdQE0k.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3726749710504191676.post-7551738174491568091</id><published>2011-08-14T20:34:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2011-08-14T20:45:12.915+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-08-14T20:45:12.915+02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Pearl Jam" /><title>Black - Pearl Jam</title><content type="html">Se state leggendo questo post fresco di pubblicazione mi dispiace per voi, perché vuol dire che come me non siete in vacanza. Speriamo di rifarci l'anno prossimo.
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&lt;br /&gt;Ringrazio &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kallastra&lt;/span&gt; per questa bella canzone dei Pearl Jam :)
&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;la storia di un amore inesorabilmente finito, ma per volontà di una sola delle due parti, con tutte le conseguenze del caso...&lt;/span&gt;"
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/RAszG9dr3k0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;Traduzione in italiano: &lt;a href=http://www.dartagnan.ch/article.php?sid=5775 target="_blank"&gt;qui&lt;/a&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;Hey... oooh...
&lt;br /&gt;Sheets of empty canvas, untouched sheets of clay
&lt;br /&gt;Were laid spread out before me as her body once did.
&lt;br /&gt;All five horizons revolved around her soul
&lt;br /&gt;As the earth to the sun
&lt;br /&gt;Now the air I tasted and breathed has taken a turn
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, and all I taught her was everything
&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, I know she gave me all that she wore
&lt;br /&gt;And now my bitter hands chafe beneath the clouds
&lt;br /&gt;Of what was everything.
&lt;br /&gt;Oh, the pictures have all been washed in black, tattooed everything...
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;I take a walk outside
&lt;br /&gt;I'm surrounded by some kids at play
&lt;br /&gt;I can feel their laughter, so why do I sear?
&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and twisted thoughts that spin round my head
&lt;br /&gt;I'm spinning, oh, I'm spinning
&lt;br /&gt;How quick the sun can drop away
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;And now my bitter hands cradle broken glass
&lt;br /&gt;Of what was everything?
&lt;br /&gt;All the pictures have all been washed in black, tattooed everything...
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;All the love gone bad turned my world to black
&lt;br /&gt;Tattooed all I see, all that I am, all I'll be... yeah...
&lt;br /&gt;Uh huh... uh huh... ooh...
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;I know someday you'll have a beautiful life,
&lt;br /&gt;I know you'll be a sun in somebody else's sky, but why
&lt;br /&gt;Why, why can't it be, why can't it be mine
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;Aah... uuh..
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;Too doo doo too, too doo doo [many times until fade]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3726749710504191676-7551738174491568091?l=canzonistruggentietristi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://canzonistruggentietristi.blogspot.com/feeds/7551738174491568091/comments/default" title="Commenti sul post" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://canzonistruggentietristi.blogspot.com/2011/08/black-pearl-jam.html#comment-form" title="3 Commenti" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3726749710504191676/posts/default/7551738174491568091?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3726749710504191676/posts/default/7551738174491568091?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://canzonistruggentietristi.blogspot.com/2011/08/black-pearl-jam.html" title="Black - Pearl Jam" /><author><name>Suali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07783312629004301455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5FoLJZqOug8/S1GWyfpfECI/AAAAAAAAAIE/50DMac-mTBE/S220/1245589680.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://img.youtube.com/vi/RAszG9dr3k0/default.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUUASXk-eyp7ImA9WhdQEE0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3726749710504191676.post-894130010673068738</id><published>2011-08-10T20:55:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-08-10T21:07:28.753+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-08-10T21:07:28.753+02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Vinicio Capossela" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="1994" /><title>Non è l'amore che va via - Vinicio Capossela</title><content type="html">Eccoci in questa calda sera d'estate. Finalmente seguendo l'ordine dei suggerimenti siamo giunti alla canzone suggerita da &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Mauro&lt;/span&gt;, lascio a lui la parola.
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&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Il tema è quello della separazione dolorosa dopo un grande amore, ma più che commentare si deve cercare di cogliere nelle parole la profondità dell'introspezione dell'artista. Io credo che, soprattutto in particolari situazioni, strugga molto &lt;/span&gt;."
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&lt;br /&gt;Ha ragione chi tra i commenti del video ha scritto "&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;per﻿ la serie facciamoci male...ma con classe&lt;/span&gt;".
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Vheyo83k-uM" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;Vai vai
&lt;br /&gt;tanto non è l'amore che va via
&lt;br /&gt;Vai vai
&lt;br /&gt;l'amore resta sveglio
&lt;br /&gt;anche se è tardi e piove
&lt;br /&gt;ma vai tu vai
&lt;br /&gt;rimangono candele e vino e lampi
&lt;br /&gt;sulla strada per Destino
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;Vai vai
&lt;br /&gt;conosco queste sere senza te
&lt;br /&gt;lo so, lo sai
&lt;br /&gt;il silenzio fa il rumore
&lt;br /&gt;de tuoi passi andati
&lt;br /&gt;ma vai, tu vai
&lt;br /&gt;conosco le mie lettere d'amore
&lt;br /&gt;e il gusto amaro del mattino
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;Ma
&lt;br /&gt;non è l'amore che va via
&lt;br /&gt;il tempo sì
&lt;br /&gt;ci ruba e poi ci asciuga il cuor
&lt;br /&gt;sorridimi ancor
&lt;br /&gt;non ho più niente da aspettar
&lt;br /&gt;soltanto il petto da uccello di te
&lt;br /&gt;soltanto un sonno di quiete domani
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;Ma vai, tu vai
&lt;br /&gt;conosco le mie lettere d'amore
&lt;br /&gt;e il gusto amaro del mattino
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;lo so lo sai
&lt;br /&gt;immaginare come un cieco
&lt;br /&gt;e poi inciampare
&lt;br /&gt;in due parole
&lt;br /&gt;a che serve poi parlare
&lt;br /&gt;per spiegare e intanto, intanto noi
&lt;br /&gt;corriamo sopra un filo, una stagione,
&lt;br /&gt;un'inquietudine sottile.
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;Ma,
&lt;br /&gt;non è l'amore che va via
&lt;br /&gt;il tempo sì,
&lt;br /&gt;ci ruba e poi ci asciuga il cuor
&lt;br /&gt;sorridimi ancor
&lt;br /&gt;non ho più niente da aspettar
&lt;br /&gt;soltanto il petto da uccello di te
&lt;br /&gt;soltanto un sonno di quiete domani&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3726749710504191676-894130010673068738?l=canzonistruggentietristi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://canzonistruggentietristi.blogspot.com/feeds/894130010673068738/comments/default" title="Commenti sul post" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://canzonistruggentietristi.blogspot.com/2011/08/non-e-lamore-che-va-via-vinicio.html#comment-form" title="0 Commenti" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3726749710504191676/posts/default/894130010673068738?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3726749710504191676/posts/default/894130010673068738?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://canzonistruggentietristi.blogspot.com/2011/08/non-e-lamore-che-va-via-vinicio.html" title="Non è l'amore che va via - Vinicio Capossela" /><author><name>Suali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07783312629004301455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5FoLJZqOug8/S1GWyfpfECI/AAAAAAAAAIE/50DMac-mTBE/S220/1245589680.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://img.youtube.com/vi/Vheyo83k-uM/default.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUcERHg5fip7ImA9WhdRGUQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3726749710504191676.post-2010169172245835754</id><published>2011-08-08T13:16:00.009+02:00</published><updated>2011-08-10T19:23:25.626+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-08-10T19:23:25.626+02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Glasvegas" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="2008" /><title>It's my own cheating heart that makes my cry - Glasvegas</title><content type="html">Sono letteralmente innamorata di questa canzone, l'ho scoperta guardando la serie tv inglese &lt;a href="http://it.wikipedia.org/wiki/Skins_%28serie_televisiva_2007%29" target="_blank"&gt;Skins&lt;/a&gt;, veramente veramente carina!
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;Devo dirlo, all'inizio quando l'ho ascoltata mi faceva un po' strano come l'incastro parole-musica sembri un po' forzato in certi punti, ma a parte questo scoglio iniziale so solo che non riesco a smettere di sentirla, quest'accento scozzese ha un suo perché, poi il finale della canzone mi piace troppo per non parlare del testo, insomma, mi piace parecchio :)
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;Il senso sta tutto nel titolo, che è tra l'altro anche l'ultima linea del testo, verità a cui giunge dopo l'analisi della situazione lungo tutta la canzone.
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/fR-g4ZfuNQs" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;(come al solito, qualsiasi correzione alla traduzione è ben accetta)
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=2&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;Let the raining teardrops rain down on me tonight
&lt;br /&gt;i think making up, faking up stories is alright
&lt;br /&gt;tick tock stop the clock, fiction is my thing
&lt;br /&gt;my attitude is always i and me and mine
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;oh I’m so clever, I'm so clever, I'm so clever
&lt;br /&gt;until my paranoia kicks in then I’ll accuse her
&lt;br /&gt;of doing all the worst things i do best
&lt;br /&gt;its funny how me fucking her about
&lt;br /&gt;has got me in this fucking mess
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;liar liar liar liar pants on fire
&lt;br /&gt;lies alibis lies more alibis
&lt;br /&gt;from the truth, i admit I’m more than shy
&lt;br /&gt;ain’t it the times we are living in
&lt;br /&gt;everybody’s doing it so why cant I?
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;i tally up tonight’s strangers
&lt;br /&gt;and stragglers that I’ve kissed
&lt;br /&gt;training ground notches, perfectly executed notches
&lt;br /&gt;and near misses
&lt;br /&gt;its all about going out and getting pissed with eagle eyes
&lt;br /&gt;and sincerity bottom on my list
&lt;br /&gt;what’s the story morning glory?
&lt;br /&gt;i feel so low and worthless, yeah
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;so this is where the outcome unfurls 
&lt;br /&gt;and the truth is being told
&lt;br /&gt;a cloud has gathered over my head and now i know
&lt;br /&gt;infidelity and my good friend ecstasy doesn’t work, it makes you worse
&lt;br /&gt;I’m feeling so guilty about the things i said to my mum when i was ten year old
&lt;br /&gt;I’m feeling so guilty about any old shit
&lt;br /&gt;and how i think my missus is fucking every guy that she looks at
&lt;br /&gt;this is it, this is it, this is it, this it
&lt;br /&gt;the end was always coming and now its here
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;so this is the grand finale
&lt;br /&gt;the crescendo of demise
&lt;br /&gt;this is the happy ending
&lt;br /&gt;where the bad guy goes down and dies
&lt;br /&gt;this is the end
&lt;br /&gt;with me on my knees and wondering why?
&lt;br /&gt;cross my heart, hope to die
&lt;br /&gt;its my own cheating heart that makes me cry
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;Lasciate che le lacrime di pioggia cadano su di me stasera
&lt;br /&gt;penso che compongano, simulando, delle storie, va bene
&lt;br /&gt;tick tock fermate l'orologio, la finzione è il mio forte
&lt;br /&gt;il mio atteggiamento è sempre egoistico
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;oh, sono così intelligente, sono così intelligente, sono così intelligente
&lt;br /&gt;finché la mia paranoia non mi colpisce e allora la accuserò
&lt;br /&gt;di fare tutte le cose peggiori che io faccio meglio
&lt;br /&gt;è divertente come il mio incasinarla
&lt;br /&gt;mi abbia messo in questo cavolo di casino
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;bugiardo bugiardo bugiardo bugiardo pantaloni in fiamme(*)
&lt;br /&gt;bugie alibi bugie più alibi
&lt;br /&gt;per la verità, ammetto di essere più che timido
&lt;br /&gt;non è forse una cosa di questi tempi
&lt;br /&gt;tutti lo fanno, perché non posso farlo io?
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;conto gli estranei di stasera
&lt;br /&gt;e le facili prede che ho baciato
&lt;br /&gt;formando tacche sul terreno, tacche perfettamente eseguite
&lt;br /&gt;e quasi incidenti
&lt;br /&gt;sta tutto nell'andare fuori e incazzarsi con occhi d'aquila
&lt;br /&gt;la sincerità è alla fine della mia lista
&lt;br /&gt;what’s the story morning glory? (**)
&lt;br /&gt;mi sento così depresso e senza valore, yeah
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;così questo è dove l'esisto si dispiega
&lt;br /&gt;e la verità viene detta
&lt;br /&gt;una nuvola si è raccolta sulla mia testa e ora lo so
&lt;br /&gt;l'infedeltà e la mia cara amica ecstasy non funziona, ti fa stare peggio
&lt;br /&gt;mi sento così in colpa per le cose che ho detto a mia madre quando avevo dieci anni
&lt;br /&gt;mi sento così il colpa per tutte le vecchie stronzate
&lt;br /&gt;e come penso che la mia signora si sia fatta tutti i ragazzi che guarda
&lt;br /&gt;è questo, è questo, è questo
&lt;br /&gt;arriva sempre la fine e adesso è qui
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;così questo è il grande finale
&lt;br /&gt;un crescendo di morte
&lt;br /&gt;questo è il lieto fine
&lt;br /&gt;dove il cattivo cade e muore
&lt;br /&gt;questa è la fine
&lt;br /&gt;con me inginocchiato che si chiede perché
&lt;br /&gt;la speranza di morire attraversa il mio cuore
&lt;br /&gt;è il mio stesso cuore traditore che mi fa piangere
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/font&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;(*)
&lt;br /&gt;"Liar Liar Pants On Fire" è una frase che i bambini dicono agli altri bambini quando pensano che stiano mentendo.
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=Liar%20Liar%20Pants%20On%20Fire target="_blank"&gt;urban dictionary&lt;/a&gt;.
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;(**)
&lt;br /&gt;"what’s the story morning glory?", è una frase piuttosto strana da dire a meno di uno scherzo. Si tratta di un vecchio slang rivolto a chi si sveglia dopo una bronza,forse un riadattamento di "Good morning glory".
&lt;br /&gt;L'espressione è diventata più comune grazie all'album degli Oasis, la quale attualmente ha un doppio significato nello slang inglese, sta sia per l'erezione che gli uomini hanno al mattino che per un non-complimento ad una donna, per dire che di prima mattina non è proprio il massimo.
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=http://www.englishforums.com/English/GoodMorningGloryMorningSunshine/bdbvv/post.htm target="_blank"&gt;eglish forums&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3726749710504191676-2010169172245835754?l=canzonistruggentietristi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://canzonistruggentietristi.blogspot.com/feeds/2010169172245835754/comments/default" title="Commenti sul post" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://canzonistruggentietristi.blogspot.com/2011/08/its-my-own-cheating-heart-that-makes-my.html#comment-form" title="2 Commenti" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3726749710504191676/posts/default/2010169172245835754?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3726749710504191676/posts/default/2010169172245835754?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://canzonistruggentietristi.blogspot.com/2011/08/its-my-own-cheating-heart-that-makes-my.html" title="It's my own cheating heart that makes my cry - Glasvegas" /><author><name>Suali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07783312629004301455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5FoLJZqOug8/S1GWyfpfECI/AAAAAAAAAIE/50DMac-mTBE/S220/1245589680.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://img.youtube.com/vi/fR-g4ZfuNQs/default.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUEMQ3YyeSp7ImA9WhdRFU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3726749710504191676.post-770367438552234040</id><published>2011-08-05T11:33:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2011-08-05T11:48:02.891+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-08-05T11:48:02.891+02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Dire Straits" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="1980" /><title>Romeo and Juliet - Dire Straits</title><content type="html">Grazie a &lt;a href=http://niente.it/ target="_blank"&gt;flower&lt;/a&gt; per il suggerimento. Ha ragione nel pensare che una canzone del genere io l'avessi già inserita, eppure mi mancava, ma piano piano non ci faremo mancare niente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/mxfjSnMN88U" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Per finire &lt;a href=http://youtu.be/BMjrp6qm-iI target="_blank"&gt;un live&lt;/a&gt; che non vi posso incorpoare, ma vi consiglio di farci un salto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Traduzione in italiano: &lt;a href=http://www.dartagnan.ch/article.php?sid=1308 target="_blank"&gt;qui&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lovestruck Romeo sings a streetsus serenade&lt;br /&gt;Laying everybody low with me a lovesong that he made&lt;br /&gt;Finds a convenient streetlight steps out of the shade&lt;br /&gt;Says something like you and me babe how about it ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juliet says hey it's Romeo you nearly gimme a heart attack&lt;br /&gt;He's underneath the window she's singing hey la my boyfriend's back&lt;br /&gt;You shouldn't come around here singing up at people like that&lt;br /&gt;Anyway what you gonna do about it ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juliet the dice were loaded from the start&lt;br /&gt;And I bet and you exploded in my heart&lt;br /&gt;And I forget the movie song&lt;br /&gt;When you wanna realise it was just that the time was wrong Juliet ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come up on differents streets they both were streets of shame&lt;br /&gt;Both dirty both mean yes and the dream was just the same&lt;br /&gt;And I dreamed your dream for you and your dream is real&lt;br /&gt;How can you look at me as if I was just another one of your deals ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where you can fall for chains of silver you can fall for chains of gold&lt;br /&gt;You can fall for pretty strangers and the promises they hold&lt;br /&gt;You promised me everything you promised me think and thin&lt;br /&gt;Now you just says oh Romeo yeah you know I used to have a scene with him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juliet when we made love you used to cry&lt;br /&gt;You said I love you like the stars above I'll love you till I die&lt;br /&gt;There's a place for us you know the movie song&lt;br /&gt;When you gonna realise it was just that the time was wrong Juliet ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't do the talk like they talk on TV&lt;br /&gt;And I can't do a love song like the way it's meant to be&lt;br /&gt;I can't do everything but I'd do anything for you&lt;br /&gt;I can't do anything except be in love with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all I do is miss you and the way we used to be&lt;br /&gt;All do is keep the beat and bad company&lt;br /&gt;All I do is kiss you through the bars of a rhyme&lt;br /&gt;Julie I'd do the stars with you any time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juliet when we made love you used to cry&lt;br /&gt;You said I love you like the stars above I'll love you till I die&lt;br /&gt;There's a place for us you know the movie song&lt;br /&gt;When you gonna realise it was just that the time was wrong Juliet ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lovestruck Romeo sings a streetsus serenade&lt;br /&gt;Laying everybody low with me a lovesong that he made&lt;br /&gt;Finds a convenient streetlight steps out of the shade&lt;br /&gt;Says something like you and me babe how about it ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3726749710504191676-770367438552234040?l=canzonistruggentietristi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://canzonistruggentietristi.blogspot.com/feeds/770367438552234040/comments/default" title="Commenti sul post" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://canzonistruggentietristi.blogspot.com/2011/08/romeo-and-juliet-dire-straits.html#comment-form" title="0 Commenti" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3726749710504191676/posts/default/770367438552234040?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3726749710504191676/posts/default/770367438552234040?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://canzonistruggentietristi.blogspot.com/2011/08/romeo-and-juliet-dire-straits.html" title="Romeo and Juliet - 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Rossella Seno (Piero Ciampi)</title><content type="html">Grazie a &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Peps&lt;/span&gt; per questa piccola perla, si tratta infatti di un testo inedito di Piero Ciampi cantato per l'appunto da Rossella Seno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Non trovo le parole per dirvi quanto mi piace il testo, il modo in cui descrive le sensazioni che si provano, le immagini e poi quella presa di coscienza netta: &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;solo buio profondo e il tempo se ne va&lt;/span&gt;. Straziante.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Kzy_slwgcXE" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andando via talvolta dolcemente&lt;br /&gt;andando via mani perdute&lt;br /&gt;tutto alle spalle talvolta dolcemente&lt;br /&gt;ma la sera scende infondo al cuore&lt;br /&gt;solo mani perdute, solo buio profondo&lt;br /&gt;e il tempo se ne va&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andando via talvolta dolcemente&lt;br /&gt;andando via ricordi tutto&lt;br /&gt;ti fai coraggio talvolta dolcemente&lt;br /&gt;ma la sera scende infondo al cuore&lt;br /&gt;solo mani perdute, solo buio profondo&lt;br /&gt;e il tempo se ne va&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L'amore in cima l'anima in fondo&lt;br /&gt;andando via, andando via&lt;br /&gt;tra l'amore in cima e l'anima in fondo&lt;br /&gt;un buio profondo, buio profondo, buio...&lt;br /&gt;e il tempo se ne va...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solo mani perdute, solo buio profondo&lt;br /&gt;e il tempo se ne va&lt;br /&gt;la sera scende in fondo al cuore&lt;br /&gt;passaggio rasoterra&lt;br /&gt;solo buio profondo&lt;br /&gt;e il tempo se ne va...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3726749710504191676-1293065579790801298?l=canzonistruggentietristi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://canzonistruggentietristi.blogspot.com/feeds/1293065579790801298/comments/default" title="Commenti sul post" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://canzonistruggentietristi.blogspot.com/2011/08/e-il-tempo-se-ne-rossella-seno-piero.html#comment-form" title="0 Commenti" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3726749710504191676/posts/default/1293065579790801298?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3726749710504191676/posts/default/1293065579790801298?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://canzonistruggentietristi.blogspot.com/2011/08/e-il-tempo-se-ne-rossella-seno-piero.html" title="E il tempo se ne va - Rossella Seno (Piero Ciampi)" /><author><name>Suali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07783312629004301455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5FoLJZqOug8/S1GWyfpfECI/AAAAAAAAAIE/50DMac-mTBE/S220/1245589680.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://img.youtube.com/vi/Kzy_slwgcXE/default.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0YGRn8-eyp7ImA9WhdRE00.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3726749710504191676.post-8615744346537615424</id><published>2011-08-01T21:14:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2011-08-02T19:12:07.153+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-08-02T19:12:07.153+02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="2011" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Adele" /><title>Don't you remember - Adele</title><content type="html">Continuiamo con questo piccolo viaggio tra le canzoni di Adele con l'aiuto di &lt;a href=http://unaciliegiatiralaltra.blogspot.com/ target="_blank"&gt;Federica&lt;/a&gt;. Beh, che altro dire, gustiamocela :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Il &lt;a href=http://youtu.be/kWakZcEGB38 target="_blank"&gt;video originale&lt;/a&gt; non è incorporabile, "beccatevi" questo live :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/RDRwqTNLGDs" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Traduzione in italiano: &lt;a href=http://testitradotti.wikitesti.com/2011/02/02/dont-you-remember-testo-e-traduzione-di-adele/ target="_blank"&gt;qui&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When will I see you again?&lt;br /&gt;You left with no goodbye, not a single word was said,&lt;br /&gt;No final kiss to seal any seams,&lt;br /&gt;I had no idea of the state we were in,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I have a fickle heart and bitterness,&lt;br /&gt;And a wandering eye, and a heaviness in my head,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But don't you remember?&lt;br /&gt;Don't you remember?&lt;br /&gt;The reason you loved me before,&lt;br /&gt;Baby, please remember me once more,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you thought of me?&lt;br /&gt;Or have you completely erased me from your memory?&lt;br /&gt;I often think about where I went wrong,&lt;br /&gt;The more I do, the less I know,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I know I have a fickle heart and bitterness,&lt;br /&gt;And a wandering eye, and a heaviness in my head,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But don't you remember?&lt;br /&gt;Don't you remember?&lt;br /&gt;The reason you loved me before,&lt;br /&gt;Baby, please remember me once more,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gave you the space so you could breathe,&lt;br /&gt;I kept my distance so you would be free,&lt;br /&gt;And hope that you find the missing piece,&lt;br /&gt;To bring you back to me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you remember?&lt;br /&gt;Don't you remember?&lt;br /&gt;The reason you loved me before,&lt;br /&gt;Baby, please remember me once more,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When will I see you again?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3726749710504191676-8615744346537615424?l=canzonistruggentietristi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://canzonistruggentietristi.blogspot.com/feeds/8615744346537615424/comments/default" title="Commenti sul post" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://canzonistruggentietristi.blogspot.com/2011/08/dont-you-remember-adele.html#comment-form" title="2 Commenti" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3726749710504191676/posts/default/8615744346537615424?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3726749710504191676/posts/default/8615744346537615424?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://canzonistruggentietristi.blogspot.com/2011/08/dont-you-remember-adele.html" title="Don't you remember - Adele" /><author><name>Suali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07783312629004301455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5FoLJZqOug8/S1GWyfpfECI/AAAAAAAAAIE/50DMac-mTBE/S220/1245589680.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://img.youtube.com/vi/RDRwqTNLGDs/default.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>

