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Velvet Underground - The Gift
Waldo Jeffers had reached his limit. It was now Mid-August which meant he had
been separated from Marsha for more than two months. Two months, and all he had
to show was three dog-eared letters and two very expensive long-distance phone
calls. True, when school had ended and she'd returned to Wisconsin, and he to
Locust, Pennsylvania, she had sworn to maintain a certain fidelity. She would
date occasionally, but merely as amusement. She would remain faithful.
But lately Waldo had begun to worry. He had trouble sleeping at night and when
he did, he had horrible dreams. He lay awake at night, tossing and turning
underneath his pleated quilt protector, tears welling in his eyes as he
pictured Marsha, her sworn vows overcome by liquor and the smooth soothing of
some neanderthal, finally submitting to the final caresses of sexual oblivion.
It was more than the human mind could bear.
Visions of Marsha's faithlessness haunted him. Daytime fantasies of sexual
abandon permeated his thoughts. And the thing was, they wouldn't understand how
she really was. He, Waldo, alone understood this. He had intuitively grasped
every nook and cranny of her psyche. He had made her smile. She needed him, and
he wasn't there (Awww...).
The idea came to him on the Thursday before the Mummers' Parade was scheduled
to appear. He'd just finished mowing and edging the Edelsons lawn for a dollar
fifty and had checked the mailbox to see if there was at least a word from
Marsha. There was nothing but a circular from the Amalgamated Aluminum Company
of America inquiring into his awing needs. At least they cared enough to write.
It was a New York company. You could go anywhere in the mails. Then it struck
him. He didn't have enough money to go to Wisconsin in the accepted fashion,
true, but why not mail himself? It was absurdly simple. He would ship himself
parcel post, special delivery. The next day Waldo went to the supermarket to
purchase the necessary equipment. He bought masking tape, a staple gun and a
medium sized cardboard box just right for a person of his build. He judged that
with a minimum of jostling he could ride quite comfortably. A few airholes,
some water, perhaps some midnight snacks, and it would probably be as good as
going tourist.
By Friday afternoon, Waldo was set. He was thoroughly packed and the post
office had agreed to pick him up at three o'clock. He'd marked the package
"Fragile", and as he sat curled up inside, resting on the foam rubber
cushioning he'd thoughtfully included, he tried to picture the look of awe and
happiness on Marshas face as she opened her door, saw the package, tipped the
deliverer, and then opened it to see her Waldo finally there in person. She
would kiss him, and then maybe they could see a movie. If he'd only thought of
this before. Suddenly rough hands gripped his package and he felt himself borne
up. He landed with a thud in a truck and was off.
Marsha Bronson had just finished setting her hair. It had been a very rough
weekend. She had to remember not to drink like that. Bill had been nice about
it though. After it was over he'd said he still respected her and, after all,
it was certainly the way of nature, and even though, no he didn't love her, he
did feel an affection for her. And after all, they were grown adults. Oh, what
Bill could teach Waldo - but that seemed many years ago.
Sheila Klein, her very, very best friend, walked in through the porch screen
door and into the kitchen. "Oh gawd, it's absolutely maudlin outside." "Ach, I
know what you mean, I feel all icky!" Marsha tightened the belt on her cotton
robe with the silk outer edge. Sheila ran her finger over some salt grains on
the kitchen table, licked her finger and made a face. "I'm supposed to be
taking these salt pills, but," she wrinkled her nose, "they make me feel like
throwing up." Marsha started to pat herself under the chin, an exercise she'd
seen on television. "God, don't even talk about that." She got up from the
table and went to the sink where she picked up a bottle of pink and blue
vitamins. "Want one? Supposed to be better than steak," and then attempted to
touch her knees. "I don't think I'll ever touch a daiquiri again."
She gave up and sat down, this time nearer the small table that supported the
telephone. "Maybe Bill'll call," she said to Sheila's glance. Sheila nibbled on
a cuticle. "After last night, I thought maybe you'd be through with him." "I
know what you mean. My God, he was like an octopus. Hands all over the place."
She gestured, raising her arms upwards in defense. "The thing is, after a
while, you get tired of fighting with him, you know, and after all I didn't
really do anything Friday and Saturday so I kind of owed it to him. You know
what I mean." She started to scratch. Sheila was giggling with her hand over
her mouth. "I'll tell you, I felt the same way, and even after a while," here
she bent forward in a whisper, "I wanted to!" Now she was laughing very loudly.
It was at this point that Mr. Jameson of the Clarence Darrow Post Office rang
the doorbell of the large stucco colored frame house. When Marsha Bronson
opened the door, he helped her carry the package in. He had his yellow and his
green slips of paper signed and left with a fifteen cent tip that Marsha had
gotten out of her mother's small beige pocketbook in the den. "What do you
think it is?" Sheila asked. Marsha stood with her arms folded behind her back.
She stared at the brown cardboard carton that sat in the middle of the living
room. "I dunno."
Inside the package, Waldo quivered with excitement as he listened to the
muffled voices. Sheila ran her fingernail over the masking tape that ran down
the center of the carton. "Why don't you look at the return address and see who
it's from?" Waldo felt his heart beating. He could feel the
vibrating footsteps. It would be soon.
Marsha walked around the carton and read the ink-scratched label. "Ah, god,
it's from Waldo!" "That schmuck!" said Sheila. Waldo trembled with expectation.
"Well, you might as well open it," said Sheila. Both of them tried to lift the
staple flap. "Ah sst," said Marsha, groaning, "he must have nailed it shut."
They tugged on the flap again. "My God, you need a power drill to get this
thing open!" They pulled again. "You can't get a grip." They both stood still,
breathing heavily.
"Why don't you get a scissor," said Sheila. Marsha ran into the kitchen, but
all she could find was a little sewing scissor. Then she remembered that her
father kept a collection of tools in the basement. She ran downstairs, and when
she came back up, she had a large sheet metal cutter
in her hand. "This is the best I could find." She was very out of breath.
"Here, you do it. I-I'm gonna die." She sank into a large fluffy couch and
exhaled noisily. Sheila tried to make a slit between the masking tape and the
end of the cardboard flap, but the blade was too big and there wasn't enough
room. "God damn this thing!" she said feeling very exasperated. Then smiling,
"I got an idea." "What?" said Marsha. "Just watch," said Sheila, touching her
finger to her head.
Inside the package, Waldo was so transfixed with excitement that he could
barely breathe. His skin felt prickly from the heat, and he could feel his
heart beating in his throat. It would be soon. Sheila stood quite upright and
walked around to the other side of the package. Then she sank down to her
knees, grasped the cutter by both handles, took a deep breath, and plunged the
long blade through the middle of the package, through the masking tape, through
the cardboard, through the cushioning and (thud) right through the center of
Waldo Jeffers head, which split slightly and caused little rhythmic arcs of red
to pulsate gently in the morning sun.
E' troppo bello, lo so quasi a memoria.. -
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a te di jovanotti . -
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Secondhand Serenade - Your Call
Waiting for your call, I'm sick, call I'm angry
call I'm desperate for your voice
Listening to the song we used to sing
In the car, do you remember
Butterfly, Early Summer
It's playing on repeat, Just like when we would meet
Like when we would meet
Cause I was born to tell you I love you
and I am torn to do what I have to, to make you mine
Stay with me tonight
Stripped and polished, I am new, I am fresh
I am feeling so ambitious, you and me, flesh to flesh
Cause every breath that you will take
when you are sitting next to me
will bring life into my deepest hopes, What's your fantasy?
(What's your, what's your, what's your...)
Cause I was born to tell you I love you
and I am torn to do what I have to, to make you mine
Stay with me tonight
And I'm tired of being all alone, and this solitary moment makes me want to come back home
(I know everything you wanted isn't anything you have)
Cause I was born to tell you I love you
and I am torn to do what I have to, to make you mine
Stay with me tonight
Cause I was born to tell you I love you
and I am torn to do what I have to, to make you mine
Stay with me tonight
(I know everything you wanted isn't anything you have). -
DRUPIZ.
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Nuovo pezzo di Diablues..
Buon Ascolto!
www.youtube.com/watch?v=2mO2t-6nsi4&feature=feedlik. -
Rez93.
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Fedez - Ti vorrei dire
Quando la strada che prendi sembra sempre in salita
ti vorrei dire che va tutto benee..
quando la fortuna è travestita da sfiga
ti vorrei dire che va tutto benee..
quando sembra finita e la speranza è svanita
ti vorrei dire che va tutto benee..
ti vorrei dire che va tutto benee.. (maa)
sai, fino a un mese fa
avevo perso la speranza
l'ho cercata in ogni angolo della mia stanza
al mio fianco avevo infami in abbondanza
ora sono solo dei puntini neri in lontananza
non parlo di voi perchè vi darei importanza
ma non me ne frega un cazzo di perdere la faccia
la forza sta in chi cade e si rialza
io sono ancora in piedi
tu chiama l'ambulanza
e no che non ti meno figlio mio
anche se c'è chi lo farebbe volentieri al posto mio
sono in riva al fiume ad aspettare
perchè prima o poi li vedrò il tuo cadavere passare
e le parole scivolano come sul vetro
il male come un boomerang prima o poi ti ritorna in dietro
questo è Fedez con le sue scelte impopolari
inconsapevole di essere carne fresca per gli squali
RIT
chiedimi cosa penso e ti preparo un bel monologo
siamo solo io e te
come dallo psicologo
gli uomini mentono ma gli occhi raccontano
in questa vita sono troppi i conti che non tornano
più chiedi aiuto e più non arriva nessuno
mi sa che sei spacciato come un tocco di fumo
chi sa il sapore della merda e chi solo il profumo
la rabbia sale come la fame di chi è a digiuno
qui le storie nuove si mischiano alle vecchie
e più vado avanti più mi fischiano le orecchie
almeno tu sei in tempo
ti prego allora salvati
ma prima di andare fissa lo specchio e guardati
e lo stato non vuole invadere la tua privacy
però mette telecamere dietro a tutti gli angoli
perchè la verità è che tutti i sabati
sono tutti schiavi della polvere come gli acari
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Alice-landia.
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Woodkid - "Boat Song"
We packed our bags and said farewell
Untied the knot and raised the sail
We threw our hearts into the sea
Forgot all of our memories
The wind was sweet and smelled of home
The sea was rough and felt unknown
Escaping shores of lunacy
Dawn light, twilight, infinity
Can we keep our baring straight
Or will we be blown off course
Are we instruments of fate?
Do we really have a choice?
A voice whispers in the gales
Like in the songs and childhood tales
Where krakens raging in the sea
Crack ships into a million pieces
Can we keep our baring straight?
Or will we be blown off course?
Are we instruments of fate?
Do we really have a choice?
We threw our hearts into the sea
Forgot all of our memories
Video. -
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"Just Like A Woman"
Nobody feels any pain
Tonight as I stand inside the rain
Ev'rybody knows
That Baby's got new clothes
But lately I see her ribbons and her bows
Have fallen from her curls.
She takes just like a woman, yes, she does
She makes love just like a woman, yes, she does
And she aches just like a woman
Buy she breaks just like a little girl.
Queen Mary, she's my friend
Yes, I believe I'll go see her again
Nobody has to guess
That Baby can't be blessed
Till she sees finally that she's like all the rest
With her fog, her amphetamine and her pearls.
She takes just like a woman, yes, she does
She makes love just like a woman, yes, she does
And she aches just like a woman
But she breaks just like a little girl.
It was raining from the first
And I was dying there of thirst
So I came in here
And your long-time curse hurts
But what's worse
Is this pain in here
I can't stay in here
Ain't it clear that --
I just can't fit
Yes, I believe it's time for us to quit
When we meet again
Introduced as friends
Please don't let on that you knew me when
I was hungry and it was your world.
Ah, you fake just like a woman, yes, you do
You make love just like a woman, yes, you do
Then you ache just like a woman
But you break just like a little girl.. -
DonaVivi.
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One Day/Reckoning Song - Asaf Avidan
One day baby, we'll be old
Oh baby, we'll be old
And think of all the stories that we could have told
(One day...)
No more tears, my heart is dry
I don't laugh and I don't cry
I don't think about you all the time
But when I do – I wonder why
One day baby, we'll be old
Oh baby, we'll be old
And think of all the stories that we could have told
One day baby, we'll be old
Oh baby, we'll be old
Oh baby, we'll be old
One day baby, we'll be old
Oh baby, we'll be old
And think of all the stories that we could have told
One day baby, we'll be old
Oh baby, we'll be old
Oh baby, we'll be old
Oh baby, we'll be old
(One day...)
One day baby, we'll be old
Oh baby, we'll be old
And think of all the stories that we could have told
One day baby, we'll be old
Oh baby, we'll be old
Oh baby, we'll be old
Oh baby, we'll be old
One day baby, we'll be old
Oh baby, we'll be old
And think of all the stories that we could have told. -
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Disprezzati nella vita e onorati nella morte
ma è una partita persa gioco a dadi con la sorte
Cerco di guardare oltre cancellando le mie orme
la strada è buia e tetra e prendo forma tra le ombre.
Senza lasciare traccia scorderete la mia faccia
la rabbia è talmente tanta e non si placa con una canna.
Fuggirò dal mondo intero fidando solo di me stesso
magari troverò la pace anche se infondo sto depresso
per questo mi confesso, c'è molt'altro oltre l'alcool, droga e sesso
ma so già che non capisci e te lo spiego in questo verso
dipende a cosa ambisci e per questo son DIVERSO!
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A Pillow of Winds
Pink Floyd
A cloud of eiderdown draws around me
Softening the sound
Sleepy time when I lie with my love by my side
And she's breathing low, and the candle dies
When night comes down you lock the door
The book falls to the floor
As darkness falls and waves roll by
The seasons change the wind is warm
Now wakes the owl, now sleeps the swan
Behold a dream, the dream is gone
Green fields, a cold rain
Is falling in a golden dawn
And deep beneath the ground the early morning sounds
And I go down
Sleeping time when I lie with my love by my side
And she's breathing low
And I rise like a bird
In the haze when the first rays touch the sky
And the night winds die. -
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RAF - Sei la più bella del mondo
Ogni tuo pensiero ogni singolo movimento
ogni tuo silenzio ogni giorno di più, io trovo
in tutto quel che fai io vedo in tutto quel che sei
la ragazza che da sempre è stata nei sogni miei
e tutto quanto il mondo intorno è più blu
non c'e' neanche una salita quando ci sei tu
tu che sei la perfezione per fortuna che ci sei
apro le mie braccia al cielo e penso
sei la più bella del mondo
ed era tutta la vita che
non aspettavo che te
sei la più bella del mondo
religione per me
mi piaci da impazzire
mi piaci come sei
fai quello che senti
manifesti i tuoi sentimenti mostrandoli
con il ritmo del tuo cuore
e se qualche strega o una befana ce l'ha su con te
non c'e' odio sul tuo viso ma un sorriso perché
sei la più bella del mondo
una vertigine
combinazione di cellule
dove uno sbaglio non c'e'
e i tuoi passi hanno il suono di una danza
che vibra intorno
o dolce fiore mi regali tenerezza
e una vita travolgente infinitamente
bella come te....-- yeah
e tutto quanto il mondo intorno e' più blu
non c'e' neanche una salita quando ci sei tu
tu non sei un' illusione per fortuna che ci sei
come mai non te l'avevo detto
sei la più bella del mondo
sei la più bella del modo
sei la più bella per me
ed era tutta la vita che
non aspettavo che te
sei la più bella del mondo
questa canzone per te
amore senza confine
quando una fine non c'e'
sei la più bella del mondo
oh oh oh. -
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Il Giorno di Dolore Che Uno Ha
Quando tutte le parole sai che non ti servon più
quando sudi il tuo coraggio per non startene laggiù
quando tiri in mezzo Dio o il destino o chissà che
che nessuno se lo spiega perché sia successo a te
quando tira un po' di vento che ci si rialza un po'
e la vita è un po' più forte del tuo dirle "grazie no"
quando sembra tutto fermo la tua ruota girerà.
Sopra il giorno di dolore che uno ha.
Tu tu tu tu tu tu...
Quando indietro non si torna quando l'hai capito che
che la vita non è giusta come la vorresti te
quando farsi una ragione vora dire vivere
te l'han detto tutti quanti che per loro è facile
quando batte un po' di sole dove ci contavi un po'
e la vita è un po' più forte del tuo dirle "ancora no"
quando la ferita brucia la tua pelle si farà.
Sopra il giorno di dolore che uno ha.
Tu tu tu tu tu tu tu tu tu...
Quando il cuore senza un pezzo il suo ritmo prenderà
quando l'aria che fa il giro i tuoi polmoni beccherà
quando questa merda intorno sempre merda resterà
riconoscerai l'odore perché questa è la realtà
quando la tua sveglia suona e tu ti chiederai che or'è
che la vita è sempre forte molto più che facile
quando sposti appena il piede lì il tuo tempo crescerà
Sopra il giorno di dolore che uno ha
Tu tu tu tu tu tu tu tu tu.... -
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Linkin Park - Castle Of Glass
Take me down to the river bend
Take me down to the fighting end
Wash the poison from off my skin
Show me how to be whole again
Fly me up on a silver wing
Past the black, where the sirens sing
Warm me up in the novice glow
and drop me down to the dream below
Because I'm only a crack in this castle of glass
Hardly anything left for you to see
For you to see
Bring me home in a blinding dream,
through the secrets that I have seen
Wash the sorrow from off my skin
and show me how to be whole again
Because I'm only a crack in this castle of glass
Hardly anything left for you to see
For you to see
Because I'm only a crack in this castle of glass
Hardly anything else I need to be
Because I'm only a crack in this castle of glass
Hardly anything left for you to see
For you to see. -
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I Burn For You - STING & The POLICE
Now that I have found you
In the coolth of your evening smile
The shade of your parasol
And your love flows through me
Though I drink at your pool
I burn for you, I burn for
You and I are lovers
When night time folds around our bed
In peace we sleep entwined
And your love flows through me
Though an ocean soothes my head
I burn for you, I burn for
Stars will fall from dark skies
As ancient rocks are turning
Quiet fills the room
And your love flows through me
Though I lie here so still
I burn for you, I burn for you
I burn.... -
Kira_The_First.
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Emotion
When I arrived in the city
I didn't know anyone
But when I saw you
I felt something burning in me
Yeah,yeah,I felt an emotion, emotion
Yeah,yeah,I felt an emotion, emotion
You gave me your attention
I looked in your eyes
And I saw something who made me feel better
Yeah,yeah, I saw an emotion, emotion
Yeah,yeah, I feel an emotion, emotion
When you watch me, when you talk to me, when you kiss me, I feel an emotion, I feel an emotion
I fell in love with you
You trusted in me
And it was amazing
Yeah,yeah, we felt an emotion, emotion
Yeah,yeah, I feel an emotion, emotion
When you watch me, when you talk to me, when you kiss me, I feel an emotion,I feel an emotion
Yeah,yeah, I feel an emotion, emotion
Yeah,yeah, I feel an emotion, emotion.