<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3366214490522177529</id><updated>2024-09-04T13:09:26.426-07:00</updated><category term="Fabrizio De Andrè"/><category term="1971"/><category term="1981"/><category term="Indiano"/><category term="Non al denaro non all&#39;amore né al cielo"/><category term="1978"/><category term="Rimini"/><category term="1965"/><category term="1968"/><category term="1972"/><category term="1973"/><category term="1984"/><category term="1990"/><category term="1997"/><category term="2011"/><category term="A Feast For Me"/><category term="Amore che vieni amore che vai"/><category term="Andrea"/><category term="Canto del servo pastore"/><category term="Creuza De Ma"/><category term="Elisa"/><category term="Fiume Sand Creek"/><category term="Hotel Supramonte"/><category term="Il Bombarolo"/><category term="Il Mio Canto Libero"/><category term="La Città Vecchia"/><category term="La Luce dell&#39;Est"/><category term="Le Nuvole"/><category term="Lucio Battisti"/><category term="Monti di mola"/><category term="Non al denaro non all&#39;amore nè al cielo"/><category term="Pipes And Flowers"/><category term="Quello che non ho"/><category term="Scegli Me"/><category term="Storia di un impiegato"/><category term="Un Blasfemo"/><category term="Un Medico"/><category term="Un chimico"/><category term="Verdena"/><category term="Volume III"/><category term="Wow"/><title type='text'>Songs 4 You</title><subtitle type='html'>Accordi per chitarra e testi delle canzone più belle e conosciute. &lt;br&gt;&#xa;Guitar chords and lyrics of several famous songs.&lt;br&gt;&#xa;Info e commenti (Info and comments): songsforyouall@gmail.com</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baccusongs.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3366214490522177529/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baccusongs.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>18</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3366214490522177529.post-320231427750820478</id><published>2013-01-29T08:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2013-01-29T08:37:40.530-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="1965"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Fabrizio De Andrè"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="La Città Vecchia"/><title type='text'>La Città Vecchia - Fabrizio De Andrè (1965)</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Lucida Grande, tahoma, helvetica;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 16px;&quot;&gt;LAm &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; REm &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; SOL7 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Lucida Grande, tahoma, helvetica;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 16px;&quot;&gt;Nei quartieri dove il sole del buon Dio non dà i suoi raggi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Lucida Grande, tahoma, helvetica;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 16px;&quot;&gt;REm &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; LAm &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;SIm7 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; MI&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Lucida Grande, tahoma, helvetica;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 16px;&quot;&gt;ha già troppi impegni per scaldar la gente d&#39;altri paraggi,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Lucida Grande, tahoma, helvetica;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 16px;&quot;&gt;LAm &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;REm &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; SOL7 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;DO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Lucida Grande, tahoma, helvetica;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 16px;&quot;&gt;una bimba canta la canzone antica della donnaccia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Lucida Grande, tahoma, helvetica;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 16px;&quot;&gt;REm &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;LAm &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;MI &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; LAm&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Lucida Grande, tahoma, helvetica;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 16px;&quot;&gt;quello che ancor non sai tu lo imparerai solo qui tra le mie braccia.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Lucida Grande, tahoma, helvetica;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 16px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Lucida Grande, tahoma, helvetica;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 16px;&quot;&gt;LAm &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;REm &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; SOL7 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;DO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Lucida Grande, tahoma, helvetica;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 16px;&quot;&gt;E se alla sua età le difetterà la competenza&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Lucida Grande, tahoma, helvetica;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 16px;&quot;&gt;REm &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;LAm &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;SIm7 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; MI&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Lucida Grande, tahoma, helvetica;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 16px;&quot;&gt;presto affinerà le capacità con l&#39;esperienza&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Lucida Grande, tahoma, helvetica;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 16px;&quot;&gt;LAm &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;REm &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; SOL7 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; DO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Lucida Grande, tahoma, helvetica;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 16px;&quot;&gt;dove sono andati i tempi di una volta per Giunone&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Lucida Grande, tahoma, helvetica;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 16px;&quot;&gt;REm &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;LAm &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;MI &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;LAm&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Lucida Grande, tahoma, helvetica;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 16px;&quot;&gt;quando ci voleva per fare il mestiere anche un po&#39; di vocazione.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Lucida Grande, tahoma, helvetica;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 16px;&quot;&gt;LAm &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;REm &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;SOL7 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Lucida Grande, tahoma, helvetica;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 16px;&quot;&gt;REm &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;LAm &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; MI &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; LAm &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;SOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Lucida Grande, tahoma, helvetica;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 16px;&quot;&gt;DOm &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;FAm &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;SIb &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;MIb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Lucida Grande, tahoma, helvetica;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 16px;&quot;&gt;Una gamba qua, una gamba là, gonfi di vino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Lucida Grande, tahoma, helvetica;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 16px;&quot;&gt;FAm &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;DOm &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;RE7 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;SOL&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Lucida Grande, tahoma, helvetica;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 16px;&quot;&gt;quattro pensionati mezzo avvelenati al tavolino&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Lucida Grande, tahoma, helvetica;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 16px;&quot;&gt;DOm &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; FAm &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; SIb &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;MIb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Lucida Grande, tahoma, helvetica;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 16px;&quot;&gt;li troverai là, col tempo che fa, estate e i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 16px;&quot;&gt;nverno&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Lucida Grande, tahoma, helvetica;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 16px;&quot;&gt;FAm &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;DOm &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;SOL &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;DOm&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Lucida Grande, tahoma, helvetica;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 16px;&quot;&gt;a stratracannare a stramaledire le donne, il tempo ed il governo.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Lucida Grande, tahoma, helvetica;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 16px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Lucida Grande, tahoma, helvetica;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 16px;&quot;&gt;DOm &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;FAm &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;SIb &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; MIb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Lucida Grande, tahoma, helvetica;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 16px;&quot;&gt;Loro cercan là, la felicità dentro a un bicchiere&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Lucida Grande, tahoma, helvetica;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 16px;&quot;&gt;FAm &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; DOm &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;RE7 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;SOL&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Lucida Grande, tahoma, helvetica;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 16px;&quot;&gt;per dimenticare d&#39;esser stati presi per il sedere&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Lucida Grande, tahoma, helvetica;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 16px;&quot;&gt;DOm &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;FAm &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; SIb &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;MIb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Lucida Grande, tahoma, helvetica;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 16px;&quot;&gt;ci sarà allegria anche in agonia col vino forte&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Lucida Grande, tahoma, helvetica;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 16px;&quot;&gt;FAm &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;DOm &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;SOL &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;DOm&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Lucida Grande, tahoma, helvetica;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 16px;&quot;&gt;porteran sul viso l&#39;ombra di un sorriso tra le braccia della morte.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Lucida Grande, tahoma, helvetica;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 16px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Lucida Grande, tahoma, helvetica;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 16px;&quot;&gt;MI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Lucida Grande, tahoma, helvetica;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 16px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Lucida Grande, tahoma, helvetica;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 16px;&quot;&gt;LAm &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;REm &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;SOL7 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;DO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Lucida Grande&#39;, tahoma, helvetica; line-height: 16px;&quot;&gt;Vecchio professore cosa vai cercando in quel portone&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Lucida Grande, tahoma, helvetica;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 16px;&quot;&gt;REm &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; LAm &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; SIm7 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; MI&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Lucida Grande, tahoma, helvetica;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 16px;&quot;&gt;forse quella che sola ti può dare una lezione&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Lucida Grande, tahoma, helvetica;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 16px;&quot;&gt;LAm &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;REm &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;SOL7 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;DO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Lucida Grande, tahoma, helvetica;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 16px;&quot;&gt;quella che di giorno chiami con disprezzo pubblica moglie.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Lucida Grande, tahoma, helvetica;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 16px;&quot;&gt;REm &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; LAm &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;MI &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;LAm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Lucida Grande, tahoma, helvetica;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 16px;&quot;&gt;Quella che di notte stabilisce il prezzo alle tue voglie.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Lucida Grande, tahoma, helvetica;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 16px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Lucida Grande, tahoma, helvetica;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 16px;&quot;&gt;LAm &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;REm &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;SOL7 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;DO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Lucida Grande, tahoma, helvetica;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 16px;&quot;&gt;Tu la cercherai, tu la invocherai più di una notte&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Lucida Grande, tahoma, helvetica;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 16px;&quot;&gt;REm &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; LAm &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; SIm7 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; MI&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Lucida Grande, tahoma, helvetica;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 16px;&quot;&gt;ti alzerai disfatto rimandando tutto al ventisette&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Lucida Grande, tahoma, helvetica;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 16px;&quot;&gt;LAm &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; REm &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; SOL7 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;DO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Lucida Grande, tahoma, helvetica;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 16px;&quot;&gt;quando incasserai dilapiderai mezza pensione&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Lucida Grande, tahoma, helvetica;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 16px;&quot;&gt;REm &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; LAm &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;MI &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;LAm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Lucida Grande, tahoma, helvetica;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 16px;&quot;&gt;diecimila lire per sentirti dire &quot;micio bello e bamboccione&quot;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Lucida Grande, tahoma, helvetica;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 16px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Lucida Grande, tahoma, helvetica;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 16px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 16px;&quot;&gt;LAm &amp;nbsp; REm &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;SOL7 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 16px;&quot;&gt;REm &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;LAm &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; MI &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; LAm &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;SOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Lucida Grande, tahoma, helvetica;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 16px;&quot;&gt;DOm &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;FAm &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;SIb &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;MIb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Lucida Grande, tahoma, helvetica;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 16px;&quot;&gt;Se ti inoltrerai lungo le calate dei vecchi moli&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Lucida Grande, tahoma, helvetica;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 16px;&quot;&gt;FAm &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; DOm &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;RE7 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;SOL&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Lucida Grande, tahoma, helvetica;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 16px;&quot;&gt;In quell&#39;aria spessa carica di sale, gonfia di odori&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Lucida Grande, tahoma, helvetica;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 16px;&quot;&gt;DOm &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;FAm &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;SIb &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;MIb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Lucida Grande, tahoma, helvetica;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 16px;&quot;&gt;lì ci troverai i ladri gli assassini e il tipo strano&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Lucida Grande, tahoma, helvetica;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 16px;&quot;&gt;FAm &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;DOm &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;SOL &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;DOm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Lucida Grande, tahoma, helvetica;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 16px;&quot;&gt;quello che ha venduto per tremila lire sua madre a un nano.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Lucida Grande, tahoma, helvetica;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 16px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Lucida Grande, tahoma, helvetica;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 16px;&quot;&gt;DOm &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;FAm &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;SIb &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;MIb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Lucida Grande, tahoma, helvetica;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 16px;&quot;&gt;Se tu penserai, se giudicherai&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Lucida Grande&#39;, tahoma, helvetica; line-height: 16px;&quot;&gt;da buon borghese&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Lucida Grande, tahoma, helvetica;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 16px;&quot;&gt;FAm &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; DOm &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;RE7 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;SOL&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Lucida Grande, tahoma, helvetica;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 16px;&quot;&gt;li condannerai a cinquemila anni più le spese&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Lucida Grande, tahoma, helvetica;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 16px;&quot;&gt;DOm &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;FAm &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;SIb &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;MIb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Lucida Grande, tahoma, helvetica;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 16px;&quot;&gt;ma se capirai, se li cercherai fino in fondo&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Lucida Grande, tahoma, helvetica;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 16px;&quot;&gt;FAm &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;DOm &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;SOL &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;DOm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Lucida Grande, tahoma, helvetica;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 16px;&quot;&gt;se non sono gigli son pur sempre figli&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Lucida Grande&#39;, tahoma, helvetica; line-height: 16px;&quot;&gt;vittime di questo mondo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;La Luce Dell&#39;Est - Tonalita&#39; DO&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white;&quot;&gt;DO &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;DOmaj7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
La nebbia che respiro ormai&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;DO6 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;DO&lt;br /&gt;
si dirada perché davanti a me&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; FA &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;DO &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; SOL&lt;br /&gt;
un sole quasi bianco sale ad est&lt;br /&gt;
SOL &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Rem&lt;br /&gt;
La luce si diffonde ed io&lt;br /&gt;
SOL &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Rem&lt;br /&gt;
questo odore di funghi faccio mio&lt;br /&gt;
FA &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; SOL &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; DO&lt;br /&gt;
seguendo il mio ricordo verso est&lt;br /&gt;
FA SOL&lt;br /&gt;
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DO &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;DOmaj7&lt;br /&gt;
Piccoli stivali e sopra lei&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;DO6 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; DO&lt;br /&gt;
una corsa in mezzo al fango e ancora lei&lt;br /&gt;
FA &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; DO &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; SOL&lt;br /&gt;
poi le sue labbra rosa e infine noi&lt;br /&gt;
SOL&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space: pre;&quot;&gt;                           &lt;/span&gt;Rem&lt;br /&gt;
Scusa se non parlo ancora slavo&lt;br /&gt;
SOL&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space: pre;&quot;&gt;                                  &lt;/span&gt;Rem&lt;br /&gt;
mentre lei che non capiva disse bravo&lt;br /&gt;
FA &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;SOL &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;DO&lt;br /&gt;
e rotolammo fra sospiri e &quot;da&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
FA SOL&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
DO &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; DOmaj7&lt;br /&gt;
Poi seduti accanto in un&#39;osteria&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;DO6 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;DO&lt;br /&gt;
bevendo un brodo caldo che follia&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; FA &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;DO &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; SOL&lt;br /&gt;
io la sentivo ancora profondamente mia&lt;br /&gt;
FA &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;DO&lt;br /&gt;
Ma un ramo calpestato ed ecco che&lt;br /&gt;
FA &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;DO&lt;br /&gt;
ritorno col pensiero.&lt;br /&gt;
DO &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; DOsp&lt;br /&gt;
E ascolto te il passo tuo&lt;br /&gt;
FA &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; FAm&lt;br /&gt;
il tuo respiro dietro me&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
DO&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
FA &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;SOL&lt;br /&gt;
A te che sei il mio presente&lt;br /&gt;
DO &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;LAm&lt;br /&gt;
a te la mia mente&lt;br /&gt;
FA &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; SOL&lt;br /&gt;
e come uccelli leggeri&lt;br /&gt;
DO &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; LAm&lt;br /&gt;
fuggon tutti i miei pensieri&lt;br /&gt;
FA &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; SOL&lt;br /&gt;
per lasciar solo posto al tuo viso&lt;br /&gt;
DO &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;LAm&lt;br /&gt;
che come un sole rosso acceso&lt;br /&gt;
FA &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;DO&lt;br /&gt;
arde per me.&lt;br /&gt;
DO&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
DO&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
RE &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; REmaj9&lt;br /&gt;
Le foglie ancor bagnate&lt;br /&gt;
SIm &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;RE&lt;br /&gt;
lascian fredda la mia mano e più in là&lt;br /&gt;
SOL &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; RE &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; LA&lt;br /&gt;
un canto di fagiano sale ad est&lt;br /&gt;
LA &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; MIm&lt;br /&gt;
qualcuno grida il nome mio&lt;br /&gt;
LA &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; MIm&lt;br /&gt;
smarrirmi in questo bosco volli io&lt;br /&gt;
SOL &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; LA &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;RE&lt;br /&gt;
per leggere in silenzio un libro scritto ad est&lt;br /&gt;
SOL LA&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;RE &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; REmaj9&lt;br /&gt;
Le mani rosse un poco ruvide&lt;br /&gt;
SIm &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;RE&lt;br /&gt;
la mia bocca nell&#39;abbraccio cercano&lt;br /&gt;
SOL &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;RE &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; LA&lt;br /&gt;
il seno bianco e morbido tra noi&lt;br /&gt;
LA &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;MIm&lt;br /&gt;
Dimmi perché ridi amore mio&lt;br /&gt;
LA &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;MIm&lt;br /&gt;
proprio così buffo sono io&lt;br /&gt;
SOL &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; LA &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; RE&lt;br /&gt;
la sua risposta dolce non seppi mai!&lt;br /&gt;
SOL LA&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; RE &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; REmaj9&lt;br /&gt;
L&#39;auto che partiva e dietro lei&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; SIm &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;RE&lt;br /&gt;
ferma sulla strada lontano ormai&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;SOL &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;RE &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;LA&lt;br /&gt;
lei che rincorreva inutilmente noi&lt;br /&gt;
SOL &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; RE&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white;&quot;&gt;Un colpo di fucile ed ecco che&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
SOL &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; RE&lt;br /&gt;
ritorno col pensiero&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
RE &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;REmaj9&lt;br /&gt;
e ascolto te il passo tuo&lt;br /&gt;
SOL &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;SOLm &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
il tuo respiro dietro me&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
RE&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;SOL &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;LA&lt;br /&gt;
A te che sei il mio presente&lt;br /&gt;
RE &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;SIm&lt;br /&gt;
a te la mia mente&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;SOL &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;LA&lt;br /&gt;
e come uccelli leggeri&lt;br /&gt;
RE &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; SIm&lt;br /&gt;
fuggon tutti i miei pensieri&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;SOL &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; LA &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
per lasciar solo posto al tuo viso&lt;br /&gt;
RE &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;SIm&lt;br /&gt;
che come un sole rosso acceso&lt;br /&gt;
SOL&lt;br /&gt;
arde per me&lt;br /&gt;
RE&lt;br /&gt;
per me&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
SOL &amp;nbsp;LA &amp;nbsp; RE SIm&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Altri testi su: http://angolotesti.leonardo.it/L/testi_canzoni__195/testo_canzone_la_luce_dellest_10841.html&lt;br /&gt;
Tutto su : http://www.musictory.it/musica/&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baccusongs.blogspot.com/feeds/8175814230745109778/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://baccusongs.blogspot.com/2012/07/la-luce-dellest-lucio-battisti-il-mio.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3366214490522177529/posts/default/8175814230745109778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3366214490522177529/posts/default/8175814230745109778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baccusongs.blogspot.com/2012/07/la-luce-dellest-lucio-battisti-il-mio.html' title='La Luce Dell&#39;Est - Lucio Battisti - Il Mio Canto Libero (1972)'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3366214490522177529.post-7284208646474173614</id><published>2012-02-04T13:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-07-08T03:59:23.607-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="1971"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Fabrizio De Andrè"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Non al denaro non all&#39;amore nè al cielo"/><title type='text'>Un Giudice - Fabrizio De Andrè - Non al denaro, non all&#39;amore, nè al cielo (1971)</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;
Lam &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Rem&lt;br /&gt;
Cosa vuol dire avere&lt;br /&gt;
Mi7 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Lam&lt;br /&gt;
un metro e mezzo di statura,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Rem&lt;br /&gt;
ve lo rivelan gli occhi&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Sol7 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Do&lt;br /&gt;
e le battute della gente,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Rem&lt;br /&gt;
o la curiosità&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Mi7 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Fa&lt;br /&gt;
d&#39;una ragazza irriverente&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Rem&lt;br /&gt;
che vi avvicina solo&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Sol7 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Do&lt;br /&gt;
per un suo dubbio impertinente:&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Rem&lt;br /&gt;
vuole scoprir se è vero&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Mi7 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Fa&lt;br /&gt;
quanto si dice intorno ai nani,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Rem&lt;br /&gt;
che siano i più forniti&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Sol7 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Do&lt;br /&gt;
della virtù meno apparente,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Lam &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Rem&lt;br /&gt;
fra tutte le virtù&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; Mi7 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Lam&lt;br /&gt;
la più indecente.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Passano gli anni, i mesi,&lt;br /&gt;
e se li conti anche i minuti,&lt;br /&gt;
è triste trovarsi adulti&lt;br /&gt;
senza essere cresciuti;&lt;br /&gt;
la maldicenza insiste,&lt;br /&gt;
batte la lingua sul tamburo&lt;br /&gt;
fino a dire che un nano&lt;br /&gt;
è una carogna di sicuro&lt;br /&gt;
perché ha il cuore troppo&lt;br /&gt;
troppo vicino al buco del culo.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Fu nelle notti insonni&lt;br /&gt;
vegliate al lume del rancore&lt;br /&gt;
che preparai gli esami&lt;br /&gt;
diventai procuratore&lt;br /&gt;
per imboccar la strada&lt;br /&gt;
che dalle panche d&#39;una cattedrale&lt;br /&gt;
porta alla sacrestia&lt;br /&gt;
quindi alla cattedra d&#39;un tribunale&lt;br /&gt;
giudice finalmente,&lt;br /&gt;
arbitro in terra del bene e del male.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
E allora la mia statura&lt;br /&gt;
non dispensò più buonumore&lt;br /&gt;
a chi alla sbarra in piedi&lt;br /&gt;
mi diceva &quot;Vostro Onore&quot;,&lt;br /&gt;
e di affidarli al boia&lt;br /&gt;
fu un piacere del tutto mio,&lt;br /&gt;
prima di genuflettermi&lt;br /&gt;
nell&#39;ora dell&#39;addio&lt;br /&gt;
non conoscendo affatto&lt;br /&gt;
la statura di Dio.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baccusongs.blogspot.com/feeds/7284208646474173614/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://baccusongs.blogspot.com/2012/02/un-giudice-fabrizio-de-andre-non-al.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3366214490522177529/posts/default/7284208646474173614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3366214490522177529/posts/default/7284208646474173614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baccusongs.blogspot.com/2012/02/un-giudice-fabrizio-de-andre-non-al.html' title='Un Giudice - Fabrizio De Andrè - Non al denaro, non all&#39;amore, nè al cielo (1971)'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3366214490522177529.post-1210714829313963533</id><published>2011-12-29T06:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T06:54:17.026-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="1997"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="A Feast For Me"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Elisa"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Pipes And Flowers"/><title type='text'>A Feast For Me - Elisa - Pipes And Flowers (1997)</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;
Elisa&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
ACCORDI A Feast For Me&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Intro ARP: Bm Bm&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Bm &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; G6&lt;br /&gt;
Well there&#39;s a party for me, the last thing I wanted from you&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Bm &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; A&lt;br /&gt;
I close the door behind me and there you are&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Bm &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;G6&lt;br /&gt;
You seem relaxed and quiet, but under your shirt you sweat&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Bm &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; A&lt;br /&gt;
And these balloons around, make me feel so sad&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Yee-eeeeh-eeh&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; Bm &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;G6&lt;br /&gt;
Yee-eeeeh-eeh&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; Bm &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;A&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
ARP&lt;br /&gt;
Well there&#39;s a feast for me, but it&#39;s a night so pale&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Feels like an empty room, where we could kill with words&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You wish you could make believe, that I&#39;m what you want me to be&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But these balloons around, make me feel so sad&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; G &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; A&lt;br /&gt;
I&#39;m in your sweet, sweet, sweet embrace&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Bm &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; F#m&lt;br /&gt;
And you&#39;re a thousand miles away&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; G &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; A&lt;br /&gt;
Your arms a sweet, sweet, sweet embrace&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Bm &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; F#m&lt;br /&gt;
And you&#39;re a thousand miles away&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
CHORDS&lt;br /&gt;
Bm &amp;nbsp;G6&lt;br /&gt;
Bm &amp;nbsp;A&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
CHORDS&lt;br /&gt;
Well there&#39;s a party for me, and you know that I didn&#39;t ask for it&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I just stay in your game, I&#39;m just playing your game&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
So won&#39;t you tell me what to do, I can pretend that you tell the truth&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Won&#39;t you tell me what to do, I can pretend you tell the truth&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; G &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; A&lt;br /&gt;
I&#39;m in your sweet, sweet, sweet embrace&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Bm &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; F#m&lt;br /&gt;
And you&#39;re a thousand miles away&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; G &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; A&lt;br /&gt;
Your arms a sweet, sweet, sweet embrace&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Bm &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; F#m&lt;br /&gt;
And you&#39;re a thousand miles away&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
G &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; A &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Em &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; G &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; A&lt;br /&gt;
Why &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;why&lt;br /&gt;
G &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; A &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Em &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; G &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; A&lt;br /&gt;
Why &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;why&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
D &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;G&lt;br /&gt;
Should I take the blame, Where&#39;s my big mistake&lt;br /&gt;
Bm &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; C&lt;br /&gt;
Should I feel happy, For what I haven&#39;t done&lt;br /&gt;
G &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Em&lt;br /&gt;
Should I take the blame, Should I feel the pain&lt;br /&gt;
Csus9 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Asus9&lt;br /&gt;
Should I feel regret, For what I haven&#39;t done&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
G &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; A &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Em &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; G &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; A&lt;br /&gt;
Why &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;why&lt;br /&gt;
G &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; A &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Em &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; G &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; A&lt;br /&gt;
Why &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;why&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
ARP&lt;br /&gt;
Was this a feast for me, or just a bad surprise&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Should I have expected this, I just don&#39;t wanna know&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And you&#39;ve made up the rules, so that you&#39;ll win this game&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But you can&#39;t tell me what to do, cause I don&#39;t believe in you&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; G &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; A&lt;br /&gt;
I&#39;m in your sweet, sweet, sweet embrace&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Bm &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; F#m&lt;br /&gt;
And you&#39;re a thousand miles away&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; G &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; A&lt;br /&gt;
Your arms a sweet, sweet, sweet embrace&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Bm &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; F#m&lt;br /&gt;
And you&#39;re a thousand miles away&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
G &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; A &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Em &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; G &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; A&lt;br /&gt;
Why &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;why &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; I never asked you&lt;br /&gt;
G &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; A &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Em &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; G &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; A&lt;br /&gt;
Why &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;why&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 17px; line-height: 16px;&quot;&gt;ACCORDI UN MEDICO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0in;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 17px; line-height: 16px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0in;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 17px; line-height: 16px;&quot;&gt;La- &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 17px; line-height: 16px;&quot;&gt;Mi7 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;La-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 17px; line-height: 16px;&quot;&gt;Da bambino volevo guarire i ciliegi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0in;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 17px; line-height: 16px;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Sol7 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 17px; line-height: 16px;&quot;&gt;Do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0in;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 17px; line-height: 16px;&quot;&gt;quando rossi di frutti li credevo feriti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 17px; line-height: 16px;&quot;&gt;Re- &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 17px; line-height: 16px;&quot;&gt;Mi7 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 17px; line-height: 16px;&quot;&gt;La-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0in;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 17px; line-height: 16px;&quot;&gt;la salute per me li aveva lasciati&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0in;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 17px; line-height: 16px;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Re- &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 17px; line-height: 16px;&quot;&gt;Si7 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 17px; line-height: 16px;&quot;&gt;Mi7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0in;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 17px; line-height: 16px;&quot;&gt;coi fiori di neve che avevan perduti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0in;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 17px; line-height: 16px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0in;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 17px; line-height: 16px;&quot;&gt;La- &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 17px; line-height: 16px;&quot;&gt;Mi7 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 17px; line-height: 16px;&quot;&gt;La-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0in;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 17px; line-height: 16px;&quot;&gt;Un sogno, fu un sogno ma non durò poco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 17px; line-height: 16px;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Sol7 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 17px; line-height: 16px;&quot;&gt;Do#-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0in;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 17px; line-height: 16px;&quot;&gt;per questo giurai che avrei fatto il dottore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0in;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 17px; line-height: 16px;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Sol# &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Do#&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 17px; line-height: 16px;&quot;&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 17px; line-height: 16px;&quot;&gt;e non per un dio ma nemmeno per gioco:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0in;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 17px; line-height: 16px;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Sol# &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 17px; line-height: 16px;&quot;&gt;Do#-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0in;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 17px; line-height: 16px;&quot;&gt;perché i ciliegi tornassero in fiore,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0in;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 17px; line-height: 16px;&quot;&gt;Si- &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; La &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 17px; line-height: 16px;&quot;&gt;Mi7 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 17px; line-height: 16px;&quot;&gt;La-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0in;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 17px; line-height: 16px;&quot;&gt;perché i ciliegi tornassero in fiore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0in;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 17px; line-height: 16px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0in;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 17px; line-height: 16px;&quot;&gt;E quando dottore lo fui finalmente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0in;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 17px; line-height: 16px;&quot;&gt;non volli tradire il bambino per l&#39;uomo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0in;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 17px; line-height: 16px;&quot;&gt;e vennero in tanti e si chiamavano &quot;gente&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 17px; line-height: 16px;&quot;&gt;ciliegi malati in ogni stagione.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0in;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 17px; line-height: 16px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0in;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 17px; line-height: 16px;&quot;&gt;E i colleghi d&#39;accordo i colleghi contenti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0in;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 17px; line-height: 16px;&quot;&gt;nel leggermi in cuore tanta voglia d&#39;amare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 17px; line-height: 16px;&quot;&gt;mi spedirono il meglio dei loro clienti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0in;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 17px; line-height: 16px;&quot;&gt;con la diagnosi in faccia e per tutti era uguale:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0in;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 17px; line-height: 16px;&quot;&gt;ammalato di fame incapace a pagare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0in;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 17px; line-height: 16px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0in;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 17px; line-height: 16px;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;La-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0in;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 17px; line-height: 16px;&quot;&gt;E allora capii fui costretto a capire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0in;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 17px; line-height: 16px;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0in;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 17px; line-height: 16px;&quot;&gt;che fare il dottore è soltanto un mestiere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0in;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 17px; line-height: 16px;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Re- &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 17px; line-height: 16px;&quot;&gt;Mi7 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 17px; line-height: 16px;&quot;&gt;La-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0in;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 17px; line-height: 16px;&quot;&gt;che la scienza non puoi regalarla alla gente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0in;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 17px; line-height: 16px;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Re- &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 17px; line-height: 16px;&quot;&gt;Si7 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 17px; line-height: 16px;&quot;&gt;Mi7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0in;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 17px; line-height: 16px;&quot;&gt;se non vuoi ammalarti dell&#39;identico male,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0in;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 17px; line-height: 16px;&quot;&gt;Re- &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 17px; line-height: 16px;&quot;&gt;La- &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 17px; line-height: 16px;&quot;&gt;Mi7 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 17px; line-height: 16px;&quot;&gt;La-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0in;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 17px; line-height: 16px;&quot;&gt;se non vuoi che il sistema ti pigli per fame.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0in;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 17px; line-height: 16px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0in;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 17px; line-height: 16px;&quot;&gt;E il sistema sicuro è pigliarti per fame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0in;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 17px; line-height: 16px;&quot;&gt;nei tuoi figli in tua moglie che ormai ti disprezza,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0in;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 17px; line-height: 16px;&quot;&gt;perciò chiusi in bottiglia quei fiori di neve,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0in;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 17px; line-height: 16px;&quot;&gt;l&#39;etichetta diceva: elisir di giovinezza.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0in;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 17px; line-height: 16px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0in;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 17px; line-height: 16px;&quot;&gt;E un giudice, un giudice con la faccia da uomo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0in;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 17px; line-height: 16px;&quot;&gt;mi spedì a sfogliare i tramonti in prigione&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0in;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 17px; line-height: 16px;&quot;&gt;inutile al mondo ed alle mie dita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0in;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 17px; line-height: 16px;&quot;&gt;bollato per sempre truffatore imbroglione&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 17px; line-height: 16px;&quot;&gt;dottor professor truffatore imbroglione.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baccusongs.blogspot.com/feeds/1542569763323130137/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://baccusongs.blogspot.com/2011/12/un-medico-fabrizio-de-andre-non-al.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3366214490522177529/posts/default/1542569763323130137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3366214490522177529/posts/default/1542569763323130137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baccusongs.blogspot.com/2011/12/un-medico-fabrizio-de-andre-non-al.html' title='Un Medico - Fabrizio De Andrè - Non al denaro, non all&#39;amore ne&#39; al cielo (1971)'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3366214490522177529.post-7450333079154518602</id><published>2011-09-28T04:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-07-08T03:58:49.943-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="1971"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Fabrizio De Andrè"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Non al denaro non all&#39;amore né al cielo"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Un chimico"/><title type='text'>Un chimico - Fabrizio De André - Non al denaro, non all&#39;amore ne&#39; al cielo (1971)</title><content type='html'>ACCORDI UN CHIMICO&lt;br /&gt;
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Tonalita&#39;: La&lt;br /&gt;
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La Fa#- Mi7 La&lt;br /&gt;
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La&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Mi7&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Fa#-&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Do#-&lt;br /&gt;
Solo la morte m&#39;ha portato in collina&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Re&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; La&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Si&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Mi7&lt;br /&gt;
un corpo fra i tanti a dar fosforo all&#39;aria&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Re&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; La&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Mi7&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; La&lt;br /&gt;
per bivacchi di fuochi che dicono fatui&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Re&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; La&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Si&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Mi7&lt;br /&gt;
che non lasciano cenere, non sciolgon la brina.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;Re&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; La&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Mi7&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; La&lt;br /&gt;
Solo la morte m&#39;ha portato in collina.&lt;br /&gt;
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Da chimico un giorno avevo il potere&lt;br /&gt;
di sposare gli elementi e di farli reagire,&lt;br /&gt;
ma gli uomini mai mi riuscì di capire&lt;br /&gt;
perché si combinassero attraverso l&#39;amore.&lt;br /&gt;
Affidando ad un gioco la gioia e il dolore.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Strum: La Fa#- Mi7 La&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; La&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Re&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; La&lt;br /&gt;
Guardate il sorriso guardate il colore&lt;br /&gt;
Re&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; La&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Si&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Mi7&lt;br /&gt;
come giocan sul viso di chi cerca l&#39;amore:&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; La&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Re&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; La&lt;br /&gt;
ma lo stesso sorriso lo stesso colore&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Re&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; La&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Si&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Mi7&lt;br /&gt;
dove sono sul viso di chi ha avuto l&#39;amore. &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Re&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; La&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Si&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; La&lt;br /&gt;
Dove sono sul viso di chi ha avuto l&#39;amore.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
È strano andarsene senza soffrire,&lt;br /&gt;
senza un volto di donna da dover ricordare.&lt;br /&gt;
Ma è forse diverso il vostro morire&lt;br /&gt;
vuoi che uscite all&#39;amore che cedete all&#39;aprile.&lt;br /&gt;
Cosa c&#39;è di diverso nel vostro morire.&lt;br /&gt;
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Primavera non bussa lei entra sicura&lt;br /&gt;
come il fumo lei penetra in ogni fessura&lt;br /&gt;
ha le labbra di carne i capelli di grano&lt;br /&gt;
che paura, che voglia che ti prenda per mano.&lt;br /&gt;
Che paura, che voglia che ti porti lontano.&lt;br /&gt;
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Ma guardate l&#39;idrogeno tacere nel mare&lt;br /&gt;
guardate l&#39;ossigeno al suo fianco dormire:&lt;br /&gt;
soltanto una legge che io riesco a capire&lt;br /&gt;
ha potuto sposarli senza farli scoppiare.&lt;br /&gt;
Soltanto la legge che io riesco a capire.&lt;br /&gt;
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Fui chimico e, no, non mi volli sposare.&lt;br /&gt;
Non sapevo con chi e chi avrei generato:&lt;br /&gt;
Son morto in un esperimento sbagliato&lt;br /&gt;
proprio come gli idioti che muoion d&#39;amore.&lt;br /&gt;
E qualcuno dirà che c&#39;è un modo migliore.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baccusongs.blogspot.com/feeds/7450333079154518602/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://baccusongs.blogspot.com/2011/09/un-chimico-fabrizio-de-andre-non-al.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3366214490522177529/posts/default/7450333079154518602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3366214490522177529/posts/default/7450333079154518602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baccusongs.blogspot.com/2011/09/un-chimico-fabrizio-de-andre-non-al.html' title='Un chimico - Fabrizio De André - Non al denaro, non all&#39;amore ne&#39; al cielo (1971)'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3366214490522177529.post-6821678404200353651</id><published>2011-09-26T08:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-07-08T03:59:07.827-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="1971"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Fabrizio De Andrè"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Non al denaro non all&#39;amore né al cielo"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Un Blasfemo"/><title type='text'>Un Blasfemo - Fabrizio De André - Non al denaro non all&#39;amore ne&#39; al cielo (1971)</title><content type='html'>ACCORDI UN BLASFEMO&lt;br /&gt;
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Tonalita&#39; La-&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; La-&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Do&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Fa&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Sol&lt;br /&gt;
Mai più mi chinai e nemmeno su un fiore,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; La-&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Do&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Fa&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Sol&lt;br /&gt;
più non arrossii nel rubare l&#39;amore&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; La-&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Do&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Fa&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Mi7&lt;br /&gt;
dal momento che Inverno mi convinse che Dio&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; La-&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Do&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Mi7&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; La-&lt;br /&gt;
non sarebbe arrossito rubandomi il mio.&lt;br /&gt;
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Mi arrestarono un giorno per le donne ed il vino,&lt;br /&gt;
non avevano leggi per punire un blasfemo,&lt;br /&gt;
non mi uccise la morte, ma due guardie bigotte,&lt;br /&gt;
mi cercarono l&#39;anima a forza di botte.&lt;br /&gt;
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Perché dissi che Dio imbrogliò il primo uomo,&lt;br /&gt;
lo costrinse a viaggiare una vita da scemo,&lt;br /&gt;
nel giardino incantato lo costrinse a sognare,&lt;br /&gt;
a ignorare che al mondo c&#39;e&#39; il bene e c&#39;è il male.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Quando vide che l&#39;uomo allungava le dita&lt;br /&gt;
a rubargli il mistero di una mela proibita&lt;br /&gt;
per paura che ormai non avesse padroni&lt;br /&gt;
lo fermò con la morte, inventò le stagioni.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; La-&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Do&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Mi7&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; La-&lt;br /&gt;
... mi cercarono l&#39;anima a forza di botte...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
E se furon due guardie a fermarmi la vita,&lt;br /&gt;
è proprio qui sulla terra la mela proibita,&lt;br /&gt;
e non Dio, ma qualcuno che per noi l&#39;ha inventato,&lt;br /&gt;
ci costringe a sognare in un giardino incantato,&lt;br /&gt;
ci costringe a sognare in un giardino incantato&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; La- &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Do&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Mi7&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; La-&lt;br /&gt;
ci costringe a sognare in un giardino incantato</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baccusongs.blogspot.com/feeds/6821678404200353651/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://baccusongs.blogspot.com/2011/09/un-blasfemo-fabrizio-de-andre-non-al.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3366214490522177529/posts/default/6821678404200353651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3366214490522177529/posts/default/6821678404200353651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baccusongs.blogspot.com/2011/09/un-blasfemo-fabrizio-de-andre-non-al.html' title='Un Blasfemo - Fabrizio De André - Non al denaro non all&#39;amore ne&#39; al cielo (1971)'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3366214490522177529.post-5085099797811813250</id><published>2011-09-26T06:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T06:58:22.995-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="1978"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Fabrizio De Andrè"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Rimini"/><title type='text'>Rimini - Fabrizio De André - Rimini (1978)</title><content type='html'>RIMINI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Re-&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; La-&lt;br /&gt;Teresa ha gli occhi secchi&lt;br /&gt;Fa&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Do&lt;br /&gt;guarda verso il mare&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; La-&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Mi-&lt;br /&gt;per lei figlia di pirati&lt;br /&gt;Fa&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Do&lt;br /&gt;penso che sia normale&lt;br /&gt;La-&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Mi-&lt;br /&gt;Teresa parla poco&lt;br /&gt;Fa&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Do&lt;br /&gt;ha labbra screpolate&lt;br /&gt;La-&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Sol&lt;br /&gt;mi indica un amore perso&lt;br /&gt;Fa&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Do&lt;br /&gt;a Rimini d&#39;estate.&lt;br /&gt;Mi7&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; La-&lt;br /&gt;Lei dice bruciato in piazza&lt;br /&gt;Fa#&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Si-&lt;br /&gt;dalla santa inquisizione&lt;br /&gt;Sol&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Re&lt;br /&gt;forse perduto a Cuba&lt;br /&gt;Do&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Sol&lt;br /&gt;nella rivoluzione&lt;br /&gt;Mi7&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; La-&lt;br /&gt;o nel porto di New York&lt;br /&gt;Fa#&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Si-&lt;br /&gt;nella caccia alle streghe&lt;br /&gt;Sol&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Re&lt;br /&gt;oppure in nessun posto&lt;br /&gt;Do&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Sol&lt;br /&gt;ma nessuno le crede.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;Re Do Sol &lt;br /&gt;Rimini,&lt;br /&gt;
Re Do Sol&lt;br /&gt;
Rimini&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E Colombo la chiama&lt;br /&gt;dalla sua portantina&lt;br /&gt;lei gli toglie le manette ai polsi&lt;br /&gt;gli rimbocca le lenzuola&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Per un triste Re Cattolico - le dice -&lt;br /&gt;ho inventato un regno&lt;br /&gt;e lui lo ha macellato&lt;br /&gt;su di una croce di legno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E due errori ho commesso&lt;br /&gt;due errori di saggezza&lt;br /&gt;abortire l&#39;America&lt;br /&gt;e poi guardarla con dolcezza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ma voi che siete uomini&lt;br /&gt;sotto il vento e le vele&lt;br /&gt;non regalate terre promesse&lt;br /&gt;a chi non le mantiene &quot;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coro: Rimini, Rimini&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ora Teresa è all&#39;Harrys&#39; Bar&lt;br /&gt;guarda verso il mare&lt;br /&gt;per lei figlia di droghieri&lt;br /&gt;penso che sia normale&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;porta una lametta al collo&lt;br /&gt;è vecchia di cent&#39;anni&lt;br /&gt;di lei ho saputo poco&lt;br /&gt;ma sembra non inganni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;E un errore ho commesso - dice -&lt;br /&gt;un errore di saggezza&lt;br /&gt;abortire il figlio del bagnino&lt;br /&gt;e poi guardarlo con dolcezza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ma voi che siete a Rimini&lt;br /&gt;tra i gelati e le bandiere&lt;br /&gt;non fate più scommesse&lt;br /&gt;sulla figlia del droghiere&quot;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coro: Rimini, Rimini</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baccusongs.blogspot.com/feeds/5085099797811813250/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://baccusongs.blogspot.com/2011/09/rimini-fabrizio-de-andre-rimini-1978.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3366214490522177529/posts/default/5085099797811813250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3366214490522177529/posts/default/5085099797811813250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baccusongs.blogspot.com/2011/09/rimini-fabrizio-de-andre-rimini-1978.html' title='Rimini - Fabrizio De André - Rimini (1978)'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3366214490522177529.post-2890224647669653972</id><published>2011-09-26T06:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T06:55:30.989-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="1981"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Canto del servo pastore"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Fabrizio De Andrè"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Indiano"/><title type='text'>Canto del servo pastore - Fabrizio De André - Indiano (1981)</title><content type='html'>ACCORDI CANTO DEL SERVO PASTORE&lt;br /&gt;
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Tonalita&#39; DO&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;Do&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Sol&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Do&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Fa&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Sol&lt;br /&gt;Dove fiorisce il rosmarino c&#39;e&#39; una fontana scura&lt;br /&gt;Do&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Sol&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Do&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Fa&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Sol&lt;br /&gt;dove cammina il mio destino c&#39;e&#39; un filo di paura&lt;br /&gt;La-&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Mi- &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Fa&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Sol&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Do&lt;br /&gt;qual&#39;è la direzione nessuno me lo imparò&lt;br /&gt;Re-&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Do &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; La-&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Mi7&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; La-&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Sol&lt;br /&gt;qual&#39;è il mio vero nome ancora non lo so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando la luna perde la lana e il passero la strada&lt;br /&gt;quando ogni angelo è alla catena ed ogni cane abbaia&lt;br /&gt;prendi la tua tristezza in mano e soffiala nel fiume&lt;br /&gt;vesti di foglie il tuo dolore e coprilo di piume&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sopra ogni cisto da qui al mare c&#39;è un po&#39; dei miei capelli&lt;br /&gt;sopra ogni sughera il disegno di tutti i miei coltelli&lt;br /&gt;l&#39;amore delle case l&#39;amore bianco vestito&lt;br /&gt;io non l&#39;ho mai saputo e non l&#39;ho mai tradito&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mio padre un falco mia madre un pagliaio&lt;br /&gt;stanno sulla collina i loro occhi senza fondo seguono la mia luna&lt;br /&gt;notte notte notte sola sola come il mio fuoco&lt;br /&gt;piega la testa sul mio cuore e spegnilo poco a poco</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baccusongs.blogspot.com/feeds/2890224647669653972/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://baccusongs.blogspot.com/2011/09/canto-del-servo-pastore-fabrizio-de.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3366214490522177529/posts/default/2890224647669653972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3366214490522177529/posts/default/2890224647669653972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baccusongs.blogspot.com/2011/09/canto-del-servo-pastore-fabrizio-de.html' title='Canto del servo pastore - Fabrizio De André - Indiano (1981)'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3366214490522177529.post-1447169910933765331</id><published>2011-09-20T03:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-20T03:00:20.754-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="1990"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Fabrizio De Andrè"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Le Nuvole"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Monti di mola"/><title type='text'>Monti di Mola, Fabrizio de Andre&#39;, Le Nuvole (1990)</title><content type='html'>ACCORDI MONTI DI MOLA&lt;br /&gt;
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Tonalita&#39;: Re&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Re&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Sol Re&lt;br /&gt;In li Monti di Mola la manzana&lt;br /&gt;Re&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Sol Re&lt;br /&gt;un’aina musteddina era pascendi&lt;br /&gt;Re&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Sol Re&lt;br /&gt;in li Monti di Mola la manzana&lt;br /&gt;Re&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Sol Re&lt;br /&gt;un cioano vantarricciu e moru era sfraschendi&lt;br /&gt;Sol&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; La&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Re&lt;br /&gt;e l’occhi s’intuppesini cilchendi ea ea ea ea&lt;br /&gt;Sol&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; La&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Re&lt;br /&gt;e l’ea sguttesida li muccichili cù li bae ae ae&lt;br /&gt;Re&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Sol Re&lt;br /&gt;E l’occhi la burricca aia di lu mare&lt;br /&gt;Re&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Sol Re&lt;br /&gt;e a iddu da le tive escia lu Maestrale&lt;br /&gt;Sol&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; La&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Re&lt;br /&gt;e idda si tunchià abbeddulata ea ea ea ea&lt;br /&gt;Sol&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; La&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Re&lt;br /&gt;iddu le rispundia linghitontu ae ae ae ae&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sol Re&lt;br /&gt;- Oh bedda mea l’aina luna&lt;br /&gt;Sol Re&lt;br /&gt;la bedda mea capitale di lana&lt;br /&gt;Sol Re&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Sol Re&lt;br /&gt;oh bedda mea bianca foltun &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;Sol Re&lt;br /&gt;Oh beddu meu l’occhi mi bruxi&lt;br /&gt;Sol Re&lt;br /&gt;lu beddu meu carrasciale di baxi&lt;br /&gt;Sol Re&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Sol Re&lt;br /&gt;lu beddu meu lu core mi cuxi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Sol&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Re&lt;br /&gt;Amori mannu di prima ‘olta&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Sol&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; La&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Re&lt;br /&gt;l’aba si suggi tuttu lu meli di chista multa &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Sol&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Re&lt;br /&gt;Amori steddu di tutte l’ore&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Sol&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; La&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Re&lt;br /&gt;di petralana lu battadolu di chistu core&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strum: La Re La Re Sol Re (2 volte)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma nudda si po’ fa nudda in Gaddura&lt;br /&gt;che no lu ènini a sapi int’un’ora&lt;br /&gt;e ‘nfattu una ‘ecchia infrasconata fea ea ea ea&lt;br /&gt;piagnendi e figgiulendi si dicia cù li bae ae ae&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Beata idda uai che bedd’omu&lt;br /&gt;beata idda cioanu e moru&lt;br /&gt;beata idda sola mi moru&lt;br /&gt;beata idda ià ma l’ammentu&lt;br /&gt;beata idda più d’una ‘olta&lt;br /&gt;beata idda ‘ezzaia tolta –&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amori mannu di prima ‘olta&lt;br /&gt;l’aba si suggi tuttu lu meli di chista multa&lt;br /&gt;Amori steddu di tutte l’ore&lt;br /&gt;di petralana lu battadolu di chistu core&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E lu paese intreu s’agghindesi pa’ lu coiu&lt;br /&gt;lu parracu mattessi intresi in lu soiu&lt;br /&gt;ma a cuiuassi no riscisini l’aina e l’omu&lt;br /&gt;chè da li documenti escisini fratili in primu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e idda si tunchià abbeddulata ea ea ea ea&lt;br /&gt;iddu le rispundia linghitontu ae ae ae ae.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strum: La Re La Re Sol Re ....</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baccusongs.blogspot.com/feeds/1447169910933765331/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://baccusongs.blogspot.com/2011/09/monti-di-mola-fabrizio-de-andre-le.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3366214490522177529/posts/default/1447169910933765331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3366214490522177529/posts/default/1447169910933765331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baccusongs.blogspot.com/2011/09/monti-di-mola-fabrizio-de-andre-le.html' title='Monti di Mola, Fabrizio de Andre&#39;, Le Nuvole (1990)'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3366214490522177529.post-3696703796121733159</id><published>2011-09-20T02:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-20T02:55:11.453-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="1981"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Fabrizio De Andrè"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Indiano"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Quello che non ho"/><title type='text'>Quello che non ho - Fabrizio De Andre&#39; - L&#39;Indiano (1981)</title><content type='html'>ACCORDI QUELLO CHE NON HO&lt;br /&gt;
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Tonalita&#39;: Mi&lt;br /&gt;Mi&lt;br /&gt;Quello che non ho è una camicia bianca&lt;br /&gt;quello che non ho è un segreto in banca&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; La&lt;br /&gt;quello che non ho sono le tue pistole&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Mi&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Si&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Mi&lt;br /&gt;per conquistarmi il cielo per guadagnarmi il sole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Mi Si&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Mi&lt;br /&gt;Quello che non ho è di farla franca&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Si La&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Mi&lt;br /&gt;quello che non ho è quel che non mi manca&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Do#- Si&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; La&lt;br /&gt;quello che non ho sono le tue parole&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Mi Si&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Mi&lt;br /&gt;per guadagnarmi il cielo per conquistarmi il sole.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;Quello che non ho è un orologio avanti&lt;br /&gt;per correre più in fretta e avervi più distanti&lt;br /&gt;quello che non ho è un treno arrugginito&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Mi Si&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Do Si&lt;br /&gt;che mi riporti indietro da dove sono partito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strum: Mi Si La Mi Si La Mi Do#- Si La Mi Si Do Si&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Mi&lt;br /&gt;Quello che non ho sono i tuoi denti d&#39;oro&lt;br /&gt;quello che non ho è un pranzo di lavoro&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; La&lt;br /&gt;quello che non ho è questa prateria&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Mi Si&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Mi&lt;br /&gt;per correre più forte della malinconia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Mi Si&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Mi&lt;br /&gt;Quello che non ho sono le mani in pasta&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Si La&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Mi&lt;br /&gt;quello che non ho è un indirizzo in tasca&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Do#- Si&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; La&lt;br /&gt;quello che non ho sei tu dalla mia parte&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Mi Si&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Mi&lt;br /&gt;quello che non ho è di fregarti a carte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quello che non ho è una camicia bianca&lt;br /&gt;quello che non ho è di farla franca&lt;br /&gt;quello che non ho sono le sue pistole&lt;br /&gt;per conquistarmi il cielo per guadagnarmi il sole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi &lt;br /&gt;Quello che non ho...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strum: Do#- Mi Si- La Do#- Mi Sol#- Do&lt;br /&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baccusongs.blogspot.com/feeds/3696703796121733159/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://baccusongs.blogspot.com/2011/09/quello-che-non-ho-fabrizio-de-andre.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3366214490522177529/posts/default/3696703796121733159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3366214490522177529/posts/default/3696703796121733159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baccusongs.blogspot.com/2011/09/quello-che-non-ho-fabrizio-de-andre.html' title='Quello che non ho - Fabrizio De Andre&#39; - L&#39;Indiano (1981)'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3366214490522177529.post-4317042696874683588</id><published>2011-09-14T10:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-17T10:15:14.253-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="2011"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Scegli Me"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Verdena"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Wow"/><title type='text'>Scegli Me - Verdena - Wow (2011)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;
ACCORDI SCEGLI ME (In un mondo che tu non vuoi)&lt;br /&gt;
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Tonalita&#39; DO+&lt;br /&gt;
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C&lt;/div&gt;
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Scegli me&lt;/div&gt;
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Io non posso credere&lt;/div&gt;
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di averti qui con me&lt;/div&gt;
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in un mondo che tu non vuoi&lt;/div&gt;
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E mentre parlo&lt;/div&gt;
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rispondi ad ogni mio perche&lt;/div&gt;
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Bb &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Am &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;G#&lt;/div&gt;
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Riscopriro chi sei&lt;/div&gt;
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C Dm&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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C G#&lt;/div&gt;
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Provo a fingere&lt;/div&gt;
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per lei io mi deflagrerei&lt;/div&gt;
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Non mi senti ed io non parlo&lt;/div&gt;
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Rimangono le nuvole&lt;/div&gt;
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Siamo un giorno senza luce ormai.&lt;/div&gt;
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ma scegli me&lt;/div&gt;
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Un giorno senza luce ormai&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Am G# Bb&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Am G# Bb&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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C&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-tab-span&quot; style=&quot;white-space: pre;&quot;&gt;		&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baccusongs.blogspot.com/feeds/4317042696874683588/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://baccusongs.blogspot.com/2011/09/scegli-me-verdena-wow-2011.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3366214490522177529/posts/default/4317042696874683588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3366214490522177529/posts/default/4317042696874683588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baccusongs.blogspot.com/2011/09/scegli-me-verdena-wow-2011.html' title='Scegli Me - Verdena - Wow (2011)'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3366214490522177529.post-1245671655892785652</id><published>2011-09-13T02:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-13T02:51:28.292-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="1973"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Fabrizio De Andrè"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Il Bombarolo"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Storia di un impiegato"/><title type='text'>Il Bombarolo - Fabrizio De Andrè - Storia di un impiegato (1973)</title><content type='html'>ACCORDI IL BOMBAROLO&lt;br /&gt;
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Tonalità: Re-&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;RE-&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; DO&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; RE-&lt;br /&gt;
Chi va dicendo in giro che odio il mio lavoro&lt;br /&gt;
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non sa con quanto amore mi dedico al tritolo&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; LA&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; SOL&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; FA&lt;br /&gt;
e&#39; quasi indipendente ancora poche ore&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; LA-&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; MI7&lt;br /&gt;
poi gli daro&#39; la voce il detonatore&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; RE-&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; DO&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; RE-&lt;br /&gt;
Il mio pinocchio fragile parente artigianale&lt;br /&gt;
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di ordigni costruiti su scala industriale&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;DO&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; FA&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; DO&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; SIb&lt;br /&gt;
di me non fara&#39; mai un cavaliere del lavoro&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; RE-&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; DO&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; RE-&lt;br /&gt;
io son d&#39;un altra razza, son bombarolo&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Nel scendere le scale ci metto piu&#39; attenzione&lt;br /&gt;
sarebbe imperdonabile giustiziarmi sul portone&lt;br /&gt;
proprio nel giorno in cui la decisione e&#39; mia&lt;br /&gt;
sulla condanna a morte o l&#39;amnistia&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Per strada tante facce non hanno un bel colore&lt;br /&gt;
qui chi non terrorizza si ammal di terrore&lt;br /&gt;
c&#39;e&#39; chi aspetta la pioggia per non piangere da solo&lt;br /&gt;
io son d&#39;un altro avviso, son bombarolo&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Intellettuali d&#39;oggi idioti di domani&lt;br /&gt;
ridatemi il cervello che basta alle mie mani&lt;br /&gt;
profeti molto acrobati della rivoluzione&lt;br /&gt;
oggi faro&#39; da me senza lezione&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Vi scovero&#39; i nemici per voi cosi&#39; distanti&lt;br /&gt;
e dopo averli uccisi saro&#39; fra i latitanti&lt;br /&gt;
ma finche&#39; li cerco io i latitanti sono loro&lt;br /&gt;
ho scelto un&#39;altra scuola, son bombarolo&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Potere troppe volte delegato ad altre mani&lt;br /&gt;
sganciato e restituitoci dai tuoi aeroplani&lt;br /&gt;
io vengo a restituirti un po&#39; del tuo terrore&lt;br /&gt;
del tuo disordine, del tuo rumore&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Cosi&#39; pensava forte un trentenne disperato&lt;br /&gt;
se non del tutto giusto quasi niente sbagliato&lt;br /&gt;
cercando il luogo idoneo adatto al suo tritolo&lt;br /&gt;
insomma il posto degno d&#39;un bombarolo&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
C&#39;e&#39; chi lo vide ridere davanti al Parlamento&lt;br /&gt;
aspettando l&#39;esplosione che provasse il suo talento&lt;br /&gt;
c&#39;e&#39; chi lo vide piangere un torrente di vocali&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
vedendo esplodere un chiosco di giornali&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Ma cio&#39; che lo feri&#39; profondamente nell&#39;orgoglio&lt;br /&gt;
fu l&#39;immagine di lei che si sporgeva da ogni foglio&lt;br /&gt;
lontana dal ridicolo in cui lo lascio&#39; solo&lt;br /&gt;
ma in prima pagina col bombarolo</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baccusongs.blogspot.com/feeds/1245671655892785652/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://baccusongs.blogspot.com/2011/09/il-bombarolo.html#comment-form' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3366214490522177529/posts/default/1245671655892785652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3366214490522177529/posts/default/1245671655892785652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baccusongs.blogspot.com/2011/09/il-bombarolo.html' title='Il Bombarolo - Fabrizio De Andrè - Storia di un impiegato (1973)'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3366214490522177529.post-302993180771037095</id><published>2011-09-13T02:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-13T02:49:21.724-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="1981"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Fabrizio De Andrè"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Hotel Supramonte"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Indiano"/><title type='text'>Hotel Supramonte - Fabrizio De Andrè - Indiano (1981)</title><content type='html'>ACCORDI HOTEL SUPRAMONTE&lt;br /&gt;
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Tonalità Re+&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;E se vai all&#39;Hotel Supramonte e guardi il cielo&lt;br /&gt;tu vedrai una donna in fiamme e un uomo solo&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Sol&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Re&lt;br /&gt;e una lettera vera di notte falsa di giorno&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Mi-&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Re&lt;br /&gt;poi scuse accuse e scuse senza ritorno&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Si-&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; La&lt;br /&gt;e ora viaggi vivi ridi o sei perduta&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Si-&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; La&lt;br /&gt;col suo ordine discreto dentro il cuore&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Re&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; La&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Sol&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Re&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; La&lt;br /&gt;ma dove dov&#39;è il tuo amore, ma dove è finito il tuo amore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grazie al cielo ho una bocca per bere e non è facile&lt;br /&gt;grazie a te ho una barca da scrivere ho un treno da perdere&lt;br /&gt;e un invito all&#39;Hotel Supramonte dove ho visto la neve&lt;br /&gt;sul tuo corpo così dolce di fame così dolce di sete&lt;br /&gt;passerà anche questa stazione senza far male&lt;br /&gt;passerà questa pioggia sottile come passa il dolore&lt;br /&gt;ma dove dov&#39;è il tuo amore, ma dove è finito il tuo amore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E ora siedo sul letto del bosco che ormai ha il tuo nome&lt;br /&gt;ora il tempo è un signore distratto è un bambino che dorme&lt;br /&gt;ma se ti svegli e hai ancora paura ridammi la mano&lt;br /&gt;cosa importa se sono caduto se sono lontano&lt;br /&gt;perché domani sarà un giorno lungo e senza parole&lt;br /&gt;perché domani sarà un giorno incerto di nuvole e sole&lt;br /&gt;ma dove dov&#39;è il tuo cuore, ma dove è finito il tuo cuore.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baccusongs.blogspot.com/feeds/302993180771037095/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://baccusongs.blogspot.com/2011/09/hotel-supramonte-fabrizio-de-andre.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3366214490522177529/posts/default/302993180771037095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3366214490522177529/posts/default/302993180771037095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baccusongs.blogspot.com/2011/09/hotel-supramonte-fabrizio-de-andre.html' title='Hotel Supramonte - Fabrizio De Andrè - Indiano (1981)'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3366214490522177529.post-4037719914342940147</id><published>2011-09-10T11:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-10T11:35:20.769-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="1984"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Creuza De Ma"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Fabrizio De Andrè"/><title type='text'>Creuza De Ma - Fabrizio De Andrè - Creuza De Ma (1984)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;
ACCORDI CRUEZA DE MA&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Tonalità: Re+&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Re &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Sol/Re&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
Umbre de muri muri de mainé&lt;/div&gt;
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Re &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;La/Re&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
dunde ne vegnì duve l&#39;è ch&#39;ané&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
Re &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Sol/Re&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
da &#39;n scitu duve a l&#39;ûn-a a se mustra nûa&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
Re &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;La/Re&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
e a neutte a n&#39;à puntou u cutellu ä gua&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
Re &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Sol/Re&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
e a muntä l&#39;àse gh&#39;é restou Diu&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
Re &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;La/Re&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
u Diàu l&#39;é in çë e u s&#39;è gh&#39;è faetu u nìu&lt;/div&gt;
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Re &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Sol/Re&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
ne sciurtìmmu da u mä pe sciugà e osse da u Dria&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
Re &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;La/ Re&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
e a funtan-a di cumbi &#39;nta cä de pria&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Strum: Sol Re Sol Re&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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E &#39;nt&#39;a cä de pria chi ghe saià&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
int&#39;à cä du Dria che u nu l&#39;è mainà&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
gente de Lûgan facce da mandillä&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
qui che du luassu preferiscian l&#39;ä&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
figge de famiggia udù de bun&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
che ti peu ammiàle senza u gundun&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
Strum: Sol Re Sol Re&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;La Re La Re&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
E a &#39;ste panse veue cose ghe daià&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
cose da beive, cose da mangiä&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
frittûa de pigneu giancu de Purtufin&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
çervelle de bae &#39;nt&#39;u meximu vin&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
lasagne da fiddià ai quattru tucchi&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
paciûgu in aegruduse de lévre de cuppi&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
E &#39;nt&#39;a barca du vin ghe naveghiemu &#39;nsc&#39;i scheuggi&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
emigranti du rìe cu&#39;i cioi &#39;nt&#39;i euggi&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
finché u matin crescià da puéilu rechéugge&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
frè di ganeuffeni e dè figge&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
bacan d&#39;a corda marsa d&#39;aegua e de sä&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
che a ne liga e a ne porta &#39;nte &#39;na creuza de mä&lt;/div&gt;
</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baccusongs.blogspot.com/feeds/4037719914342940147/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://baccusongs.blogspot.com/2011/09/creuza-de-ma-fabrizio-de-andre-creuza.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3366214490522177529/posts/default/4037719914342940147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3366214490522177529/posts/default/4037719914342940147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baccusongs.blogspot.com/2011/09/creuza-de-ma-fabrizio-de-andre-creuza.html' title='Creuza De Ma - Fabrizio De Andrè - Creuza De Ma (1984)'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3366214490522177529.post-8323143860407956014</id><published>2011-09-10T08:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-10T08:18:30.659-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="1978"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Andrea"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Fabrizio De Andrè"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Rimini"/><title type='text'>Andrea - Fabrizio De Andrè - Rimini (1978)</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;
ACCORDI ANDREA&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
(SOL&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
RE &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;DO &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;SOL&lt;br /&gt;
Andrea s&#39;è perso s&#39;è perso e non sa tornare&lt;br /&gt;
RE &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;DO &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;SOL&lt;br /&gt;
Andrea s&#39;è perso s&#39;è perso e non sa tornare&lt;br /&gt;
RE &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; DO &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;SOL&lt;br /&gt;
Andrea aveva un amore Riccioli neri&lt;br /&gt;
RE &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;DO &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;SOL&lt;br /&gt;
Andrea aveva un dolore Riccioli neri.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Strum.RE DO SOL&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
C&#39;era scritto sul foglio ch&#39;era morto sulla bandiera&lt;br /&gt;
C&#39;era scritto e la firma era d&#39;oro era firma di re&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Ucciso sui monti di Trento dalla mitraglia.&lt;br /&gt;
Ucciso sui monti di Trento dalla mitraglia.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Occhi di bosco contadino del regno profilo francese&lt;br /&gt;
Occhi di bosco soldato del regno profilo francese&lt;br /&gt;
E Andrea l&#39;ha perso ha perso l&#39;amore la perla più rara&lt;br /&gt;
E Andrea ha in bocca un dolore la perla più scura.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Andrea raccoglieva violette ai bordi del pozzo&lt;br /&gt;
Andrea gettava Riccioli neri nel cerchio del pozzo&lt;br /&gt;
Il secchio gli disse - Signore il pozzo è profondo&lt;br /&gt;
più fondo del fondo degli occhi della Notte del Pianto.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Lui disse - Mi basta mi basta che sia più profondo di me.&lt;br /&gt;
Lui disse - Mi basta mi basta che sia più profondo di me.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
RE DO SOL)&lt;br /&gt;
</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baccusongs.blogspot.com/feeds/8323143860407956014/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://baccusongs.blogspot.com/2011/09/andrea-fabrizio-de-andre-rimini-1978.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3366214490522177529/posts/default/8323143860407956014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3366214490522177529/posts/default/8323143860407956014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baccusongs.blogspot.com/2011/09/andrea-fabrizio-de-andre-rimini-1978.html' title='Andrea - Fabrizio De Andrè - Rimini (1978)'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3366214490522177529.post-4817295287576315078</id><published>2011-09-10T05:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-10T05:30:52.944-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="1968"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Amore che vieni amore che vai"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Fabrizio De Andrè"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Volume III"/><title type='text'>Amore che vieni amore che vai - Fabrizio De Andrè - Volume III (1968)</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;
ACCORDI AMORE CHE VIENI AMORE CHE VAI&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
(tonalità LA-)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
intro LA- MI LA- MI&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; LA- &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;MI &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;LA- &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; MI&lt;br /&gt;
Quei giorni perduti a rincorrere il vento&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; LA- &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;SOL7 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;DO &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;MI&lt;br /&gt;
a chiederci un bacio e volerne altri cento&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; LA- &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;SI &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; MI7 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;LA-&lt;br /&gt;
un giorno qualunque li ricorderai&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; RE- &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;LA- &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;MI &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;LA-&lt;br /&gt;
amore che fuggi da me tornerai&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; LA- &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;SI &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; MI7 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;LA-&lt;br /&gt;
un giorno qualunque ti ricorderai&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; RE- &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;LA- &amp;nbsp; MI &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;LA-&lt;br /&gt;
amore che fuggi da me tornerai&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Strum. LA- MI LA- MI&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&#39;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&#39;estate&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
io t&#39;ho amato sempre, non t&#39;ho amato mai&lt;br /&gt;
amore che vieni, amore che vai&lt;br /&gt;
io t&#39;ho amato sempre, non t&#39;ho amato mai&lt;br /&gt;
amore che vieni, amore che vai&lt;br /&gt;
</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baccusongs.blogspot.com/feeds/4817295287576315078/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://baccusongs.blogspot.com/2011/09/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/3366214490522177529/posts/default/4817295287576315078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3366214490522177529/posts/default/4817295287576315078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baccusongs.blogspot.com/2011/09/amore-che-vieni-amore-che-vai-fabrizio.html' title='Amore che vieni amore che vai - Fabrizio De Andrè - Volume III (1968)'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3366214490522177529.post-4055858550819341502</id><published>2011-09-10T04:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-10T04:28:23.334-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="1981"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Fabrizio De Andrè"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Fiume Sand Creek"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Indiano"/><title type='text'>Fiume Sand Creek - Fabrizio De Andrè - L&#39;Indiano (1981)</title><content type='html'>ACCORDI FIUME SAND CREEK&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
(tonalità RE+)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
intro LA RE RE4 RE RE4 RE RE4 RE&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;RE &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; SOL   RE (RE RE4 RE, 3 volte)&lt;br /&gt;
Si son presi il nostro cuore sotto una coperta scura&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; RE &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; SOL &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; RE (RE RE4 RE, 3 volte)&lt;br /&gt;
sotto una luna morta piccola dormivamo senza paura&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; LA &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;SOL &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; RE (RE RE4 RE, 3 volte)&lt;br /&gt;
fu un generale di vent&#39;anni occhi turchini e giacca uguale&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; LA &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; SOL &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; RE (RE RE4 RE, 3 volte)&lt;br /&gt;
fu un generale di vent&#39;anni figlio d&#39;un temporale&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;RE &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; LA &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;RE (RE RE4 RE, 3 volte)&lt;br /&gt;
c&#39;è un dollaro d&#39;argento sul fondo del Sand Creek.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;RE &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; SOL &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; RE (RE RE4 RE, 3 volte)&lt;br /&gt;
I nostri guerrieri troppo lontani sulla pista del bisonte&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;RE &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;SOL &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;RE (RE RE4 RE, 3 volte)&lt;br /&gt;
e quella musica distante diventò sempre più forte&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;LA &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; SOL &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; RE (RE RE4 RE, 3 volte)&lt;br /&gt;
chiusi gli occhi per tre volte mi ritrovai ancora lì&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; LA &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; SOL &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;RE (RE RE4 RE, 3 volte)&lt;br /&gt;
chiesi a mio nonno è solo un sogno mio nonno disse sì&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;RE &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; LA &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;RE (RE RE4 RE, 3 volte)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
a volte i pesci cantano sul fondo del Sand Creek&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
LA&lt;br /&gt;
Uhmmm uhmmm uhmmmm,&lt;br /&gt;
SOL&lt;br /&gt;
uhmmm uhmmm uhmmm,&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;RE (RE RE5 RE, 3 volte)&lt;br /&gt;
uhmmm, uhmmm, uhmmm (2 volte)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Sognai talmente forte che mi uscì il sangue dal naso&lt;br /&gt;
il lampo in un orecchio nell&#39;altro il paradiso&lt;br /&gt;
le lacrime più piccole
le lacrime più grosse&lt;br /&gt;
quando l&#39;albero della neve
fiorì di stelle rosse&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
ora i bambini dormono nel letto del Sand Creek&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Quando il sole alzò la testa tra le spalle della notte&lt;br /&gt;
c&#39;erano solo cani e fumo e tende capovolte&lt;br /&gt;
tirai una freccia in cielo
per farlo respirare&lt;br /&gt;
tirai una freccia al vento
per farlo sanguinare&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
la terza freccia cercala sul fondo del Sand Creek&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Si son presi il nostro cuore sotto una coperta scura&lt;br /&gt;
sotto una luna morta piccola dormivamo senza paura&lt;br /&gt;
fu un generale di vent&#39;anni
occhi turchini e giacca uguale&lt;br /&gt;
fu un generale di vent&#39;anni
figlio d&#39;un temporale&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;ora i bambini dormono sul fondo del Sand Creek</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baccusongs.blogspot.com/feeds/4055858550819341502/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://baccusongs.blogspot.com/2011/09/fiume-sand-creek-fabrizio-de-andre.html#comment-form' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3366214490522177529/posts/default/4055858550819341502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3366214490522177529/posts/default/4055858550819341502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baccusongs.blogspot.com/2011/09/fiume-sand-creek-fabrizio-de-andre.html' title='Fiume Sand Creek - Fabrizio De Andrè - L&#39;Indiano (1981)'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>