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Good evening.
This is your Captain.
We are about to attempt a crash landing.
Please extinguish all cigarettes.
Place your tray tables in their upright, locked position.
Your Captain says: Put your head on your knees. Your Captain says: Put your head on your hands. Captain says: Put your hands on your head.
Put your hands on your hips.
Heh heh.
This is your Captain-and we are going down.
We are all going down, together.
And I said: Uh oh.
This is gonna be some day.
Standby.
This is the time.
And this is the record of the time.
This is the time.
And this is the record of the time.
Uh-this is your Captain again.
You know, I've got a funny feeling
I've seen this all before.
Why?
Cause I'm a caveman.
Why?
Cause I've got eyes in the back of my head.
Why?
It's the heat.
Standby.
This is the time.
And this is the record of the time.
This is the time.
And this is the record of the time.
Put your hands over your eyes.
Jump out of the plane.
There is no pilot.
You are not alone.
Standby.
This is the time.
And this is the
record of the time.
This is the time.
And this is the record of the time.
From the Air © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc
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I went on my rooftop to call on my bird
طلعت فوق السطوح انده علي طيري
I found my bird drinking from someone else’s pot
لقيت طيري بيشرب من انا غيري
I screamed my heart out and said: come, my bird
صرخت من عزم ما بي ، و قلت يا طيري
It replied: your time has gone, find another.
قاللي زمانك مضي ، دور علي غيري
I had a friend for years, but time is a cheat
كان ليا صاحب عاشرته و الزمن خوان
He turned out to be unreliable, just like time
اتاريه قليل التني زي الزمن خوان
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Si chiama Gianluca
ma tutti lo chiamano
"L'uomo che sussurra agli oggetti".
Che poi "tutti" non è mica vero,
ci si chiama da solo,
davanti allo specchio,
dimostrando d'avere
mirabile coscienza di sé.
Gianluca confida le sue pene d'amore
alla caffettiera:
"io l'amavo ma lei ha preferito
un elettrauto di Lonate Pozzolo
Non la biasimo,
un elettrauto è pur sempre un elettrauto".
Si chiama Gianluca
ma tutti lo chiamano
"L'uomo che sussurra agli oggetti".
"Ciao coltello del servizio buono...
no, guarda lascia stare, è un disastro, una catastrofe....
Ciao dischi, ciao libri, come state?
Io così così, più sul male che sul bene".
Si chiama Gianluca
ma tutti lo chiamano
"L'uomo che sussurra agli oggetti".
Però è bene specificare:
non a tutti gli oggetti, solo a quelli di casa.
Quelli di fuori sono maleducati
e non hanno alcuna sensibilità.
"Ho freddo, sto male, sono confuso, non ricordo la strada di casa",
disse Gianluca a una cassetta delle lettere di via Benevento.
E quella rispose: "E a me che me ne frega?".
"Mondaccio schifo... che poi la via Benevento non è neanche una strada importante...
pensa un po', caro cuscino, cosa avrebbe potuto rispondermi una cassetta delle lettere di Via Mazzini o via Garibaldi".
Si chiama Gianluca
ma tutti lo chiamano
"L'uomo che sussurra agli oggetti".
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Scopriti scoprimi
Arriva l’estate
E tu stai splendendo
Ma io sto sudando
E sono nell’auto
La mano sul freno
Che freddo mi fa
Tuffati bagnami
Lo vedi che tremo
E mi sto allagando
Soltanto per te
Quest’acqua che brucia
Il seno veleno
La vita mi dà
È freddo
È freddo
È freddo
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J'ai dit les élections c'est déjà arrivé dans nos pays
il faut que vous faites doucement si vous suivez les politictions
Vous allez faire la guerre et eux ils vont assis dans leur maison politique
C'est pas bon
Il nous a donné la guerre en Afrique
Mon population ne pouvait pas faire la guerre dans les élections
Sénégal c'est là pays démocratie qu'on doit pas faire la guerre
Ibrahima
Ils sont tués les autres à cause d'une politique
Ils sont frappés les autres à cause d'une politique
L'Afrique à bagarrer à cause d'une politique
Vive la liberté
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Now it’s just a vintage alien touch
And it doesn’t annoy me that much
If the relic of so many adventures
Is only good for costume parties
Those greenish pointed ears
Oh, for so many light years
Not a faun nor an elf on a rock
It could only be me as Dr. Spock
Now that I’m old and with my feet on the ground
I often wonder as I have a beer
Who knows what this world would sound like
Through Vulcanian ears?
The Enterprise flying in outer space
The stillness of void I want to embrace
A Vulcanian heart with no emotion
Doesn’t miss a beat for an explosion
Shouldn’t be worried by this buzzing pain
That I tried and I tried to stop in vain
But fearing I could lose this battle
I explored the space inside the bottle
I wouldn’t mind waiting seven years
To have a go at my next pon farr
Nor to eat as a veggy every day
And keep them tasty drinks away
Humans may get it, as Captain Kirk
And other spacemen of that ilk
But I knew that alien physiology
Does not contemplate Tinnitus for me
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At the Gate
04:32
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We’re at the gate,
Another wait begins.
Some walk in a hurry
Can be worth the effort.
An uncertain reward,
Hundreds of blind bets,
An endless march,
A series of screams
In a quiet night.
We made it once more,
We did it in time,
We’ll be paid,
Will we end this up together?
Some walk in a hurry
For the warmest of the hugs
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Lyrics from the original “Salut Ritals” by François Cavanna
Voi,
Cristiani,
Buddisti,
Mussulmani,
Ebrei,
Induisti,
Panteisti,
Scintoisti,
Avventisti,
Alternativi,
Satanisti,
Testimoni di questo e di quello,
Adoratori delle macchine,
Dei tatuaggi,
Dei piercing,
Delle streghe,
Dei maghi,
Dei santoni,
Del KKK,
Delle Marlboro,
Voi,
Che pregate in ginocchio,
Che pregate a quattro zampe,
Che pregate sulla punta dei piedi
Che non mangiate e questo e quello,
Che vi segnate con la destra,
Che vi segnate con la sinistra,
Che vi votate al diavolo perché delusi da dio,
Che pregate perché per far piovere,
Che giocate Lotto,
Che pregate perché l’AIDS non vi tocchi,
Che mangiate solo il corpo del vostro Dio,
Che non pisciate mai controvento,
Che fate l’elemosina per guadagnarvi un posto caldo all’aldilà
Che sperate di morire dopo i vostri figli,
Che mangiate carne solo se uccidete voi la bestia,
Che siete favorevoli alla guerra,
Che non ammettete di essere delle scimmie evolute,
Che pensate che la vita inizi dopo la morte,
Voi,
Che proponete comunque sempre un capo,
Voi,
Che avete una causa qualsiasi da seguire,
Che volete per forza arrivare,
Voi,
Gelosi meschini, sanguinari, avidi, buoni, cattivi,
Voi,
Tutti voi: ci avete rotto i coglioni.
E addio.
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Sparkle in Grey Milano, Italy
Sparkle in Grey are active since 1999 in electronic and post-combat rock musical experimentations influenced by a strange variety of musical genres.
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