TOM WAITS - HOLD ON
They hung a sign up in out town
"if you live it up, you won't
live it down"
So, she left Monte Rio, son
Just like a bullet leaves a gun
With charcoal eyes and Monroe hips
She went and took that California trip
Well, the moon was gold, her
Hair like wind
She said don't look back just
Come on Jim
(Chorus)
Oh you got to
Hold on, Hold on
You got to hold on
Take my hand, I'm standing right here
You gotta hold on
Well, he gave her a dimestore watch
And a ring made from a spoon
Everyone is looking for someone to blame
But you share my bed, you share my name
Well, go ahead and call the cops
You don't meet nice girls in coffee shops
She said baby, I still love you
Sometimes there's nothin left to do
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Francesco De Gregori - Santa Lucia
03/01/2007 19:39
Francesco De Gregori - Santa Lucia
Santa Lucia, per tutti quelli che hanno occhi
e un cuore che non basta agli occhi
e per la tranquillità di chi va per mare
e per ogni lacrima sul tuo vestito,
per chi non ha capito.
Santa Lucia per chi beve di notte
e di notte muore e di notte legge
e cade sul suo ultimo metro,
per gli amici che vanno e ritornano indietro
e hanno perduto l'anima e le ali.
Per chi vive all'incrocio dei venti
ed è bruciato vivo,
per le persone facili che non hanno dubbi mai,
per la nostra corona di stelle e di spine,
per la nostra paura del buio e della fantasia.
Santa Lucia, il violino dei poveri è una barca sfondata
e un ragazzino al secondo piano che canta,
ride e stona perchè vada lontano,
fa che gli sia dolce anche la pioggia delle scarpe
anche la solitudine
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Nick Cave & The Bad Seed - The Weeping Song
03/01/2007 19:33
Nick Cave & The Bad Seed - The Weeping Song
Go son, go down to the water
And see the women weeping there
Then go up into the mountains
The men, they are weeping too.
Father, why are all the women weeping?
They all are weeping for their men
Then why are all the men there weeping?
They are weeping back at them.
This is a weeping song
A song in which to weep
While all the men and women sleep.
This is a weeping song
But I won't be weeping long.
Father why are all the children weeping?
They are merely crying son.
O, are they merely crying father?
Yes, true weeping is yet to come.
This is a weeping song
A song in which to weep
While all the little children sleep.
This is a weeping song
But I won't be weeping long.
O father tell me are you weeping?
Your face seems wet to touch.
O then I'm so sorry father
I never thought I hurt you so much.
This is a weeping song
A song in which to weep
While we rock ourselves to sleep.
This is a weeping song
But I won't be weeping long
No. I won't be weeping long
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Tom Waits - Picture in a frame
03/01/2007 00:05
Tom Waits - Picture in a frame
Sun come up it was blue and gold
Sun come up it was blue and gold
Sun come up it was blue and gold
Ever since I put your picture
In a frame.
I come calling in my Sunday best
I come calling in my Sunday best
I come calling in my Sunday best
Every since I put your picture
In a frame
I'm gonna love you
Till the wheels come off
Oh yea
I love you baby and I always will
I love you baby and I always will
I love you baby and I always will
Ever since I put your picture
In a frame
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Nick Cave & Bad Seeds - The Ship Song
01/01/2007 18:17
Nick Cave & Bad Seeds - The Ship Song
Come sail your ships around me
And burn your bridges down
We make a little history, baby
Every time you come around
Come loose your dogs upon me
And let your hair hang down
You are a little mystery to me
Every time you come around
We talk about it all night long
We define our moral ground
But when I crawl into your arms
Everything comes tumbling down
Come sail your ships around me
And burn your bridges down
We make a little history, baby
Every time you come around
Your face has fallen sad now
For you know the time is nigh
When I must remove your wings
And you, you must try to fly
Come sail your ships around me
And burn your bridges down
We make a little history, baby
Every time you come around
Come loose your dogs upon me
And let your hair hang down
You are a little mystery to me
Every time you come around
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