Questa settimana era l'unica scelta possibile...
There's no mistake, I smell that smell
It's that time of year again, I can taste the air
The clocks go back, railway track
Something blocks the line again
And the train runs late for the first time
A pebble beach, we're underneath, a pier that's just been painted red
Where I heard the news for the first time
And all the friends lay down the flowers
Sit on the banks and drink for hours
Talk of the way they saw him last
Local boy in the photograph
Today
He'll always be 23, yet the train runs on and on
Past the place they found his clothing
There's no mistake, I smell that smell
It's that time of year again, I can taste the air
The clocks go back, railway track
Something blocks the line again
And the train runs late for the first time
Today
And all the friends lay down the flowers
Sit on the banks and drink for hours
Talk of the way they saw him last
Local boy in the photograph
Today
He's gone away
3 comments:
ciccio,finalmente qualcosa che non piace a entrambe: gli stereophonics proprio non mi gustano. Ti lascio un link che mi ha appena lasciato un mio amico giapponese, nel caso ti interessi
http://office-kitano.co.jp/outrage/main.html#/IntroScene
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ciaoooooooooooooo
eccomi
buon inizio settimana ^_____________^
@Corrado: guarda, i primi dischi degli Sterophonics mi piacciono davvero tanto e visto che la settimana scorse e scomparso il loro primo batterista mi sembrava giusto postare questa canzone.
Grazie per il link! Ormai si aspetta il nuovo Kitano con trepidazione!!!
@Pupottina: buon inizio settimana anche a te ^__*
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