<?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: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-4271363993596428661</id><updated>2011-07-08T00:45:31.065-07:00</updated><title type='text'>musictest</title><subtitle type='html'>video e testi...scelti da me medesimo</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicatesti.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4271363993596428661/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicatesti.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' 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'em&lt;br /&gt;       but I love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       When I think of all the things I've seen&lt;br /&gt;       and I know that it's only the beginning&lt;br /&gt;       You know those smiling faces, I just can't forget 'em&lt;br /&gt;       but for now, I love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       Just for a little while&lt;br /&gt;       oh baby, just to see you smile&lt;br /&gt;       Just for a little while&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       When I think of all the things I've done&lt;br /&gt;       and I know that it's only just begun&lt;br /&gt;       Oh, smiling faces, Jesus, you know I can't forget 'em&lt;br /&gt;       But for now, I love you&lt;br /&gt;       right this minute, baby now&lt;br /&gt;       I love you&lt;br /&gt;       at least for now, I love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/syw6aGuYJnQ&amp;amp;hl=it_IT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4271363993596428661/posts/default/9014643124137526893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4271363993596428661/posts/default/9014643124137526893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicatesti.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-love-you-lou-reed.html' title='I love you - Lou Reed'/><author><name>ommok</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14939715028556592730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5NzJ7QcQWBE/SRlbJq1XSSI/AAAAAAAAABA/ix6le89emUo/S220/IMG_1733.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4271363993596428661.post-8477125241013911473</id><published>2009-06-22T05:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T13:35:17.055-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yuppie flu - Yellow Hills</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="364" width="445"&gt;I gotta get out of here again&lt;br /&gt;so why don't you want to understand oh my friend?&lt;br /&gt;I did look you in the eye through my glass&lt;br /&gt;I said "the moon looks so full of joy, doesn't it?"&lt;br /&gt;then you smiled and stated "listen boy,&lt;br /&gt;it must be just because someone painted those yellow hills"&lt;br /&gt;I didn't look you in the eye through my glass&lt;br /&gt;I said "the moon looks so full of joy, doesn't it?"&lt;br /&gt;then you smiled and said "listen boy,&lt;br /&gt;it must be just because someone painted some yellow hills"&lt;br /&gt;they tell you life is so complicated&lt;br /&gt;but when i wake up every single day&lt;br /&gt;I just need to know yeah i need to know&lt;br /&gt;that you're sleeping by my side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LBBvEPysnsE&amp;amp;hl=it&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LBBvEPysnsE&amp;amp;hl=it&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="364" width="445"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4271363993596428661-8477125241013911473?l=musicatesti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicatesti.blogspot.com/feeds/8477125241013911473/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4271363993596428661&amp;postID=8477125241013911473' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4271363993596428661/posts/default/8477125241013911473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4271363993596428661/posts/default/8477125241013911473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicatesti.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post.html' title='Yuppie flu - Yellow Hills'/><author><name>ommok</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14939715028556592730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5NzJ7QcQWBE/SRlbJq1XSSI/AAAAAAAAABA/ix6le89emUo/S220/IMG_1733.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4271363993596428661.post-6150934892815769857</id><published>2008-06-02T11:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T11:06:20.398-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Norah Jones Live Dont Know Why</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/5NDuj-MyVyA' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/5NDuj-MyVyA'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I waited 'til I saw the sun&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I didn't come&lt;br /&gt;I left you by the house of fun&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I didn't come&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I didn't come&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I saw the break of day&lt;br /&gt;I wished that I could fly away&lt;br /&gt;Instead of kneeling in the sand&lt;br /&gt;Catching teardrops in my hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart is drenched in wine&lt;br /&gt;But you'll be on my mind&lt;br /&gt;Forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out across the endless sea&lt;br /&gt;I would die in ecstasy&lt;br /&gt;But I'll be a bag of bones&lt;br /&gt;Driving down the road alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart is drenched in wine&lt;br /&gt;But you'll be on my mind&lt;br /&gt;Forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something has to make you run&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I didn't come&lt;br /&gt;I feel as empty as a drum&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I didn't come&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I didn't come &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4271363993596428661-6150934892815769857?l=musicatesti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicatesti.blogspot.com/feeds/6150934892815769857/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4271363993596428661&amp;postID=6150934892815769857' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4271363993596428661/posts/default/6150934892815769857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4271363993596428661/posts/default/6150934892815769857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicatesti.blogspot.com/2008/06/norah-jones-live-dont-know-why.html' title='Norah Jones Live Dont Know Why'/><author><name>ommok</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14939715028556592730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5NzJ7QcQWBE/SRlbJq1XSSI/AAAAAAAAABA/ix6le89emUo/S220/IMG_1733.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4271363993596428661.post-4769840014788183872</id><published>2008-06-02T10:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T10:44:18.454-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Travis : Writing To Reach You</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/UeCcuH-EsuM' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/UeCcuH-EsuM'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Every day I wake up and it's Sunday&lt;br /&gt;Whatever's in my head won't go away&lt;br /&gt;The radio is playing all the usual&lt;br /&gt;And what's a wonderwall anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because my inside is outside&lt;br /&gt;My right side's on the left side&lt;br /&gt;'Cos I'm writing to reach you&lt;br /&gt;But I might never reach you&lt;br /&gt;I long to teach you about you&lt;br /&gt;But that's not you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's good to know that you are home for Christmas&lt;br /&gt;It's good to know that you are doing well&lt;br /&gt;It's good to know that you all know I'm hurting&lt;br /&gt;It's good to know I'm feeling not so well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because my inside is outside&lt;br /&gt;My right side's on the left side&lt;br /&gt;'Cos I'm writing to reach you&lt;br /&gt;But I might never reach you&lt;br /&gt;I long to teach you about you&lt;br /&gt;But that's not you&lt;br /&gt;Do you know it's true&lt;br /&gt;And that won't do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe then tomorrow will be Monday&lt;br /&gt;And whatever's in my head should go away&lt;br /&gt;Still the radio keeps playing all the usual&lt;br /&gt;And what's a wonderwall anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because my inside is outside&lt;br /&gt;My right side's on the left side&lt;br /&gt;'Cos I'm writing to reach you&lt;br /&gt;But I might never reach you&lt;br /&gt;I long to teach you about you&lt;br /&gt;But that's not you&lt;br /&gt;Do you know it's true&lt;br /&gt;And that won't do&lt;br /&gt;You know it's you&lt;br /&gt;I'm talking to&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4271363993596428661-4769840014788183872?l=musicatesti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicatesti.blogspot.com/feeds/4769840014788183872/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4271363993596428661&amp;postID=4769840014788183872' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4271363993596428661/posts/default/4769840014788183872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4271363993596428661/posts/default/4769840014788183872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicatesti.blogspot.com/2008/06/travis-writing-to-reach-you.html' title='Travis : Writing To Reach You'/><author><name>ommok</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14939715028556592730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5NzJ7QcQWBE/SRlbJq1XSSI/AAAAAAAAABA/ix6le89emUo/S220/IMG_1733.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4271363993596428661.post-4210795298876330622</id><published>2008-06-02T10:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T10:40:28.107-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Francesco De Gregori - L'Agnello Di Dio</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/pgY8ia-NO2o' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/pgY8ia-NO2o'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ecco l'agnello di Dio che toglie peccati del mondo.&lt;br /&gt;Disse la ragazza slava venuta allo sprofondo.&lt;br /&gt;Disse la ragazza africana sul raccordo anulare.&lt;br /&gt;Ecco l'agnello di Dio che viene a pascolare.&lt;br /&gt;E scende dall'automobile per contrattare.&lt;br /&gt;Ecco l'agnello di Dio all'uscita dalla scuola.&lt;br /&gt;Ha gli occhi come due monete,&lt;br /&gt;il sorriso come una tagliola.&lt;br /&gt;Ti dice che cosa ti costa, ti dice che cosa ti piace.&lt;br /&gt;Prima ancora della tua risposta ti dà un segno di pace.&lt;br /&gt;E intanto due poliziotti fanno finta di non vedere.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, aiutami a fare come si può, prenditi tutto quello che ho.&lt;br /&gt;Insegnami le cose che ancora non so, non so.&lt;br /&gt;E dimmi quanto maschere avrai e quanto maschere avrò.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ecco l'agnello di Dio vestito da soldato,&lt;br /&gt;con le gambe fracassate, con il naso insaguinato.&lt;br /&gt;Si nasconde dentro la terra, tra le mani ha la testa di un uomo.&lt;br /&gt;Ecco l'agnello di Dio venuto a chiedere perdono.&lt;br /&gt;Si ferma ad annusare il vento ma nel vento sente odore di piombo.&lt;br /&gt;Percosso e benedetto ai piedi di una montagna.&lt;br /&gt;Chiuso dentro una prigione, braccato per la campagna.&lt;br /&gt;Nascosto dentro a un treno, legato sopra un altare.&lt;br /&gt;Ecco l'agnello che nessuno lo può salvare.&lt;br /&gt;Perduto nel deserto, che nessuno lo può trovare.&lt;br /&gt;Ecco l'agnello di Dio senza un posto dove stare.&lt;br /&gt;Ecco l'agnello di Dio senza un posto dove stare.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, aiutami a stare dove si può e prenditi tutto quello che ho.&lt;br /&gt;Insegnami le cose che ancora non so, non so.&lt;br /&gt;E dimmi quanto maschere avrai, regalami i trucchi che fai,&lt;br /&gt;insegnami ad andare dovunque sarai, sarò.&lt;br /&gt;E dimmi quanto maschere avrò.&lt;br /&gt;Se mi riconoscerai, dovunque sarò, sarai.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4271363993596428661-4210795298876330622?l=musicatesti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicatesti.blogspot.com/feeds/4210795298876330622/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4271363993596428661&amp;postID=4210795298876330622' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4271363993596428661/posts/default/4210795298876330622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4271363993596428661/posts/default/4210795298876330622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicatesti.blogspot.com/2008/06/francesco-de-gregori-l-di-dio.html' title='Francesco De Gregori - L&amp;#39;Agnello Di Dio'/><author><name>ommok</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14939715028556592730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5NzJ7QcQWBE/SRlbJq1XSSI/AAAAAAAAABA/ix6le89emUo/S220/IMG_1733.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4271363993596428661.post-1066904056682015318</id><published>2008-05-29T12:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T12:00:45.468-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cristiano De Andre - Dietro la porta</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/or1Jd6kEG8w' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/or1Jd6kEG8w'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dietro la porta di casa mia / &lt;br /&gt;ho notizie arrivate da molto lontano /&lt;br /&gt;dietro al porta di casa mia / ho un amore che tengo che tengo a portata di mano /&lt;br /&gt;ho pensieri importanti parcheggiati in un angolo / &lt;br /&gt;aspettano me / &lt;br /&gt;ho parole scadenti perdenti vicino a me&lt;br /&gt;Dietro la porta di casa mia / &lt;br /&gt;c'è la polvere dei miei ritorni della mia strada / &lt;br /&gt;c'è l'ombra della mia anima / &lt;br /&gt;sempre attenta ovunque vada / &lt;br /&gt;c'è un tempo preciso un momento anche per te / &lt;br /&gt;dietro la porta di casa / &lt;br /&gt;cosa c'è&lt;br /&gt;Ci sono novità ci sono notti / &lt;br /&gt;che per niente al mondo cambierei / &lt;br /&gt;ci sono novità e tutto quello che ci porterà / &lt;br /&gt;questo vivere appesi coi denti / &lt;br /&gt;per una faccia migliore / &lt;br /&gt;questo vivere fuori dai tempi / &lt;br /&gt;aspettando per ore / &lt;br /&gt;ci sono novità ci sono notti / &lt;br /&gt;che per niente al mondo cambierei / &lt;br /&gt;ci sono novità e tutto quello che ci porterà / &lt;br /&gt;questo gran consumarsi di mani / &lt;br /&gt;giocando carte migliori / &lt;br /&gt;questo leggere sempre le mani / &lt;br /&gt;e cercarne i colori&lt;br /&gt;Dietro la porta di casa mia / &lt;br /&gt;ho un tappeto di tutte le stelle del cielo / &lt;br /&gt;e i tuoi occhi segretamente nascosti / rinchiusi per me / &lt;br /&gt;c'è un leggero passo di vento che qui non c'è / &lt;br /&gt;vedessi di notte quando danza per me&lt;br /&gt;Ci sono novità ci sono notti / &lt;br /&gt;che per niente al mondo cambierei / &lt;br /&gt;ci sono novità e tutto quello che ci porterà / &lt;br /&gt;questo stare leggeri e presenti / &lt;br /&gt;cantando fuori dal coro / &lt;br /&gt;queste voci poco distanti fuori dal coro / ci sono novità ci sono notti / &lt;br /&gt;che per niente al mondo perderei / &lt;br /&gt;e la curiosità e tutto quello che ci porterà / &lt;br /&gt;ad aprire la porta ad ogni novità / consumandone poco per volta / &lt;br /&gt;per quello che verrà / &lt;br /&gt;per quello che verrà.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4271363993596428661-1066904056682015318?l=musicatesti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicatesti.blogspot.com/feeds/1066904056682015318/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4271363993596428661&amp;postID=1066904056682015318' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4271363993596428661/posts/default/1066904056682015318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4271363993596428661/posts/default/1066904056682015318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicatesti.blogspot.com/2008/05/cristiano-de-andre-dietro-la-porta.html' title='Cristiano De Andre - Dietro la porta'/><author><name>ommok</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14939715028556592730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5NzJ7QcQWBE/SRlbJq1XSSI/AAAAAAAAABA/ix6le89emUo/S220/IMG_1733.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4271363993596428661.post-3673486055253388375</id><published>2008-05-27T09:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T09:07:12.035-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Marlene Kuntz - La canzone che scrivo per te</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/WP-dvmHBItM' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/WP-dvmHBItM'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Non c'è contatto di mucosa con mucosa&lt;br /&gt;eppur mi infetto di te&lt;br /&gt;che arrivi e porti desideri e capogiri&lt;br /&gt;in versi appassionati e indirizzati a me&lt;br /&gt;e porgi in dono la tua essenza misteriosa,&lt;br /&gt;che fu un brillio fugace qualche notte fa,&lt;br /&gt;e fanno presto a farsi vivi i miei sospiri&lt;br /&gt;che alle pareti vanno a dire "ti vorrei qua".&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;RIT.&lt;br /&gt;Questa è la canzone che scrivo per te,&lt;br /&gt;l'ho promessa ed eccola.&lt;br /&gt;Riesci a scorgerti? Si che ci sei,&lt;br /&gt;prima che ti conoscessi.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;SKIN&lt;br /&gt;Pure frigid waters from these eyes that always miss you&lt;br /&gt;Nothing but violence from my empty gun&lt;br /&gt;I'm using silver to light up these blackheart faces&lt;br /&gt;blinding your fingers with my skin that burns for you&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Questa è la canzone che scrivo per te,&lt;br /&gt;l'ho promessa ed eccola.&lt;br /&gt;Riesci a scorgerti? Si che ci sei,&lt;br /&gt;proprio mentre ti conosco.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;SKIN&lt;br /&gt;This song is for me&lt;br /&gt;I listen like I promised you&lt;br /&gt;I can see me in your words from hell&lt;br /&gt;that you write for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E ho le tue mani da lasciarmi accarezzare&lt;br /&gt;il cuore immune da difese che non servono.&lt;br /&gt;Ma ora ho in testa il viso&lt;br /&gt;di qualcuno più speciale di me,&lt;br /&gt;che sa cantare ma ha più stemmi da lustrare&lt;br /&gt;di me, e questo è il tuo svago.&lt;br /&gt;Per quel che mi riguarda sei&lt;br /&gt;un continente obliato, per quel che ho visto&lt;br /&gt;in fondo mi è piaciuto.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;SKIN&lt;br /&gt;Don't, don't tell me. What you want from me&lt;br /&gt;No, don't tell me. I don't wanna hear. Don't tell me&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Questa è la canzone che scrivo per te,&lt;br /&gt;l'ho promessa ed eccola.&lt;br /&gt;Riesci a scorgerti? Non ci sei più,&lt;br /&gt;dopo che ti ho conosciuta..."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4271363993596428661-3673486055253388375?l=musicatesti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicatesti.blogspot.com/feeds/3673486055253388375/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4271363993596428661&amp;postID=3673486055253388375' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4271363993596428661/posts/default/3673486055253388375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4271363993596428661/posts/default/3673486055253388375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicatesti.blogspot.com/2008/05/marlene-kuntz-la-canzone-che-scrivo-per.html' title='Marlene Kuntz - La canzone che scrivo per te'/><author><name>ommok</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14939715028556592730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5NzJ7QcQWBE/SRlbJq1XSSI/AAAAAAAAABA/ix6le89emUo/S220/IMG_1733.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4271363993596428661.post-1546224134898640939</id><published>2008-05-27T07:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T07:12:29.637-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sting - Shape of my Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/KX4jAplZb0Y' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/KX4jAplZb0Y'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He deals the cards as a meditation&lt;br /&gt;And those he plays never suspect&lt;br /&gt;He doesnt play for the money he wins&lt;br /&gt;He doesnt play for the respect&lt;br /&gt;He deals the cards to find the answer&lt;br /&gt;The sacred geometry of chance&lt;br /&gt;The hidden law of probable outcome&lt;br /&gt;The numbers lead a dance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that the spades are the swords of a soldier&lt;br /&gt;I know that the clubs are weapons of war&lt;br /&gt;I know that diamonds mean money for this art&lt;br /&gt;But thats not the shape of my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He may play the jack of diamonds&lt;br /&gt;He may lay the queen of spades&lt;br /&gt;He may conceal a king in his hand&lt;br /&gt;While the memory of it fades&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that the spades are the swords of a soldier&lt;br /&gt;I know that the clubs are weapons of war&lt;br /&gt;I know that diamonds mean money for this art&lt;br /&gt;But thats not the shape of my heart&lt;br /&gt;Thats not the shape, the shape of my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if I told you that I loved you&lt;br /&gt;Youd maybe think theres something wrong&lt;br /&gt;Im not a man of too many faces&lt;br /&gt;The mask I wear is one&lt;br /&gt;Those who speak know nothing&lt;br /&gt;And find out to their cost&lt;br /&gt;Like those who curse their luck in too many places&lt;br /&gt;And those who smile are lost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that the spades are the swords of a soldier&lt;br /&gt;I know that the clubs are weapons of war&lt;br /&gt;I know that diamonds mean money for this art&lt;br /&gt;But thats not the shape of my heart&lt;br /&gt;Thats not the shape of my heart&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4271363993596428661-1546224134898640939?l=musicatesti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicatesti.blogspot.com/feeds/1546224134898640939/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4271363993596428661&amp;postID=1546224134898640939' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4271363993596428661/posts/default/1546224134898640939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4271363993596428661/posts/default/1546224134898640939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicatesti.blogspot.com/2008/05/sting-shape-of-my-heart.html' title='Sting - Shape of my Heart'/><author><name>ommok</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14939715028556592730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5NzJ7QcQWBE/SRlbJq1XSSI/AAAAAAAAABA/ix6le89emUo/S220/IMG_1733.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4271363993596428661.post-973882282843806050</id><published>2008-05-27T06:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T06:52:26.974-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Skunk Anansie - Secretly (uncut)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/7M8UxZDk56o' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/7M8UxZDk56o'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'VE BEEN BIDING MY TIME,&lt;br /&gt;BEEN SO SUBTLY KIND,&lt;br /&gt;I GOT TO THINK SO SELFISHLY,&lt;br /&gt;'COS YOU'RE THE FACE INSIDE OF ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'VE BEEN BIDING MY DAYS,&lt;br /&gt;U SEE EVIDENTLY IT PAYS,&lt;br /&gt;I'VE BEEN A FRIEND,&lt;br /&gt;WITH UNBIASED VIEWS,&lt;br /&gt;THEN SECRETLY LUST AFTER YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO NOW HE'S GONE RUSTY&lt;br /&gt;YOU'RE BORED AND BEMUSED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU WANNA DO SOMEONE ELSE,&lt;br /&gt;SO YOU SHOULD BE BY YOURSELF,&lt;br /&gt;INSTEAD OF HERE WITH ME,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SECRETLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TRYING HARD TO THINK PURE,&lt;br /&gt;BLOODY HARD WHEN I'M RAW,&lt;br /&gt;YOU TALKING OUT SO SEXUALLY,&lt;br /&gt;'BOUT BOYS 'N GIRLS AND YOUR FRIGGIN' DREAMS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO NOW YOU FEEL LUSTY,&lt;br /&gt;YOU'RE HOT AND CONFUSED,&lt;br /&gt;SO NOW YOU'VE BEEN BUSTED,&lt;br /&gt;YOU'RE CAUGHT FEELING USED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU HAD TO DO SOMEONE ELSE,&lt;br /&gt;YOU SHOULD'VE BEEN BY YOURSELF,&lt;br /&gt;INSTEAD OF HERE WITH ME,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SECRETLY,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SECRETLY.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4271363993596428661-973882282843806050?l=musicatesti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicatesti.blogspot.com/feeds/973882282843806050/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4271363993596428661&amp;postID=973882282843806050' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4271363993596428661/posts/default/973882282843806050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4271363993596428661/posts/default/973882282843806050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicatesti.blogspot.com/2008/05/skunk-anansie-secretly-uncut.html' title='Skunk Anansie - Secretly (uncut)'/><author><name>ommok</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14939715028556592730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5NzJ7QcQWBE/SRlbJq1XSSI/AAAAAAAAABA/ix6le89emUo/S220/IMG_1733.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4271363993596428661.post-3988151969648928513</id><published>2008-05-26T13:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T13:39:40.999-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Neffa - Passione</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/DwFUCInGjGY' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/DwFUCInGjGY'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dammi passione&lt;br /&gt;anche se il mondo non ci vuole bene,&lt;br /&gt;anche se siamo stretti da catene&lt;br /&gt;e carne da crocifissione&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Presto noi sogneremo&lt;br /&gt;distesi al sole di mille primavere&lt;br /&gt;senza il ricordo di questa prigione,&lt;br /&gt;di un tempo lontano ormai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abbracciami e non lasciarmi qui&lt;br /&gt;lontano da te&lt;br /&gt;abbracciami e fammi illudere&lt;br /&gt;che importa se questo è il momento in cui tutto comincia e finisce&lt;br /&gt;giuriamo per sempre però&lt;br /&gt;siamo in un soffio di vento che già se ne va&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C\'erano le parole&lt;br /&gt;c\'erano stelle che ho smesso di contare&lt;br /&gt;perso nei giorni senza una ragione,&lt;br /&gt;nei viaggi senza ritornare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ora tu non spiegare&lt;br /&gt;tanto lo sento&lt;br /&gt;dove vuoi il dolore&lt;br /&gt;quando la notte griderà il mio nome&lt;br /&gt;nessuno ricorderà&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abbracciami e non lasciarmi qui&lt;br /&gt;lontano da te&lt;br /&gt;abbracciami e fammi illudere&lt;br /&gt;che importa se questo è il momento in cui tutto comincia e finisce&lt;br /&gt;giuriamo per sempre però&lt;br /&gt;siamo in un soffio di vento che già se ne va..&lt;br /&gt;Siamo in un soffio di vento che già se ne va&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4271363993596428661-3988151969648928513?l=musicatesti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicatesti.blogspot.com/feeds/3988151969648928513/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4271363993596428661&amp;postID=3988151969648928513' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4271363993596428661/posts/default/3988151969648928513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4271363993596428661/posts/default/3988151969648928513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicatesti.blogspot.com/2008/05/neffa-passione.html' title='Neffa - Passione'/><author><name>ommok</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14939715028556592730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5NzJ7QcQWBE/SRlbJq1XSSI/AAAAAAAAABA/ix6le89emUo/S220/IMG_1733.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4271363993596428661.post-878523360850643835</id><published>2008-05-26T13:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T13:37:26.575-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tricarico - Vita tranquilla (Live San Remo)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/nnWmbF4_PKk' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/nnWmbF4_PKk'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ho sempre pensato&lt;br /&gt;Quando avrò questo sarò saziato&lt;br /&gt;Ma poi avevo questo…ed era lo stesso&lt;br /&gt;Ho sempre pensato&lt;br /&gt;Troverò il mare e sarò bagnato&lt;br /&gt;Il mare ho trovato… ma nulla è cambiato… nulla&lt;br /&gt;Che cos’è… che io aspetto…&lt;br /&gt;Io… voglio una vita tranquilla&lt;br /&gt;Perché è da quando sono nato&lt;br /&gt;Che sono spericolato&lt;br /&gt;Io… voglio una vita serena&lt;br /&gt;Perché è da quando sono nato… che è&lt;br /&gt;Disperata… spericolata…&lt;br /&gt;Però libera… verd’è sconfinata&lt;br /&gt;Io dovrei… non dovrei&lt;br /&gt;Ho sempre pensato&lt;br /&gt;Quando avrò il cielo sarò stellato&lt;br /&gt;Divenni una stella… ma ero lo stesso&lt;br /&gt;Sempre lo stesso&lt;br /&gt;Ho sempre pensato&lt;br /&gt;Troverò lei e sarò rinato&lt;br /&gt;Lei ho trovato… qualcosa è cambiato&lt;br /&gt;Qualcosa è cambiato&lt;br /&gt;L’ultima illusione non è svanita&lt;br /&gt;Io libero per sempre&lt;br /&gt;Io… voglio una vita tranquilla&lt;br /&gt;Perché è da quando son nato che sono spericolato&lt;br /&gt;Io… voglio una vita serena&lt;br /&gt;Perché è da quando son nato… che è&lt;br /&gt;Disperata… spericolata…&lt;br /&gt;Però libera… verd’è sconfinata&lt;br /&gt;Io dovrei… non dovrei&lt;br /&gt;Io… voglio una vita tranquilla&lt;br /&gt;Perché è da quando son nato che sono spericolato&lt;br /&gt;Io… voglio una vita tranquilla&lt;br /&gt;Perché è da quando son nato… che è&lt;br /&gt;Disperata… spericolata…&lt;br /&gt;Però libera… verd’è sconfinata&lt;br /&gt;Io dovrei… non dovrei&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4271363993596428661-878523360850643835?l=musicatesti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicatesti.blogspot.com/feeds/878523360850643835/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4271363993596428661&amp;postID=878523360850643835' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4271363993596428661/posts/default/878523360850643835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4271363993596428661/posts/default/878523360850643835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicatesti.blogspot.com/2008/05/tricarico-vita-tranquilla-live-san-remo.html' title='Tricarico - Vita tranquilla (Live San Remo)'/><author><name>ommok</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14939715028556592730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5NzJ7QcQWBE/SRlbJq1XSSI/AAAAAAAAABA/ix6le89emUo/S220/IMG_1733.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4271363993596428661.post-5770743233848631614</id><published>2008-05-26T13:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T13:00:40.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pino Daniele, Tullio de Piscopo, Tony Esposito - Viento 'e terra (Live Zurigo, 26 marzo 1983)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/prZXCXAHgig' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/prZXCXAHgig'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E passerà&lt;br /&gt;sarà un vento caldo&lt;br /&gt;solo pieno di pazzie&lt;br /&gt;che dal sud arriva&lt;br /&gt;e ti tiene sveglio&lt;br /&gt;anche se è un po' lento&lt;br /&gt;vedrai che correrà&lt;br /&gt;E passerà&lt;br /&gt;lasciami gridare&lt;br /&gt;solo un po' di melodia&lt;br /&gt;se capisci va bene&lt;br /&gt;o sinò te futte&lt;br /&gt;non puoi dirmi sempre&lt;br /&gt;che tempo non ce n'è&lt;br /&gt;ma che tengo 'a vedè'&lt;br /&gt;Ma c'allucche a ffà&lt;br /&gt;e manco 'a vuò fernì'&lt;br /&gt;'a vita è 'nu muorzo&lt;br /&gt;ca nisciuno te fà dà'&lt;br /&gt;'ncoppa a chello ca tene&lt;br /&gt;e picciò stamme a sentì'&lt;br /&gt;pierde tiempo a te guardà&lt;br /&gt;pierde tiempo a te guardà &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4271363993596428661-5770743233848631614?l=musicatesti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicatesti.blogspot.com/feeds/5770743233848631614/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4271363993596428661&amp;postID=5770743233848631614' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4271363993596428661/posts/default/5770743233848631614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4271363993596428661/posts/default/5770743233848631614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicatesti.blogspot.com/2008/05/pino-daniele-tullio-de-piscopo-tony.html' title='Pino Daniele, Tullio de Piscopo, Tony Esposito - Viento &amp;#39;e terra (Live Zurigo, 26 marzo 1983)'/><author><name>ommok</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14939715028556592730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5NzJ7QcQWBE/SRlbJq1XSSI/AAAAAAAAABA/ix6le89emUo/S220/IMG_1733.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4271363993596428661.post-4119906897329434885</id><published>2008-05-26T12:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T12:08:13.629-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Smiths - Asleep</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/LK8H7Qn3ifA' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/LK8H7Qn3ifA'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sing me to sleep&lt;br /&gt;Sing me to sleep&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired and I&lt;br /&gt;I want to go to bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sing me to sleep&lt;br /&gt;Sing me to sleep&lt;br /&gt;And then leave me alone&lt;br /&gt;Don't try to wake me in the morning&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I will be gone&lt;br /&gt;Don't feel bad for me&lt;br /&gt;I want you to know&lt;br /&gt;Deep in the cell of my heart&lt;br /&gt;I will feel so glad to go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sing me to sleep&lt;br /&gt;Sing me to sleep&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to wake up&lt;br /&gt;On my own anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sing to me&lt;br /&gt;Sing to me&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to wake up&lt;br /&gt;On my own anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't feel bad for me&lt;br /&gt;I want you to know&lt;br /&gt;Deep in the cell of my heart&lt;br /&gt;I really want to go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is another world&lt;br /&gt;There is a better world&lt;br /&gt;Well, there must be&lt;br /&gt;Well, there must be&lt;br /&gt;Well, there must be&lt;br /&gt;Well, there must be&lt;br /&gt;Well ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye bye&lt;br /&gt;Bye bye&lt;br /&gt;Bye ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4271363993596428661-4119906897329434885?l=musicatesti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicatesti.blogspot.com/feeds/4119906897329434885/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4271363993596428661&amp;postID=4119906897329434885' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4271363993596428661/posts/default/4119906897329434885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4271363993596428661/posts/default/4119906897329434885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicatesti.blogspot.com/2008/05/smiths-asleep.html' title='The Smiths - Asleep'/><author><name>ommok</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14939715028556592730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5NzJ7QcQWBE/SRlbJq1XSSI/AAAAAAAAABA/ix6le89emUo/S220/IMG_1733.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4271363993596428661.post-7897672299098415230</id><published>2008-05-25T13:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T13:53:22.151-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mi sono innamorato di te - Luigi Tenco</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/DAhtAf2NMrE' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/DAhtAf2NMrE'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mi sono innamorato di te&lt;br /&gt;perché&lt;br /&gt;non avevo niente da fare&lt;br /&gt;il giorno&lt;br /&gt;volevo qualcuno da incontrare&lt;br /&gt;la notte&lt;br /&gt;volevo qualcuno da sognare&lt;br /&gt;Mi sono innamorato di te&lt;br /&gt;perché&lt;br /&gt;non potevo più stare sola&lt;br /&gt;il giorno&lt;br /&gt;volevo parlare dei miei sogni&lt;br /&gt;la notte&lt;br /&gt;parlare d'amore&lt;br /&gt;Ed ora&lt;br /&gt;che avrei mille cose da fare&lt;br /&gt;io sento i miei sogni svanire&lt;br /&gt;ma non so più pensare&lt;br /&gt;a nient'altro che a te&lt;br /&gt;Mi sono innamorato di te&lt;br /&gt;e adesso&lt;br /&gt;non so neppure io cosa fare&lt;br /&gt;il giorno&lt;br /&gt;mi pento d'averti incontrato&lt;br /&gt;la notte&lt;br /&gt;ti vengo a cercare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4271363993596428661-7897672299098415230?l=musicatesti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicatesti.blogspot.com/feeds/7897672299098415230/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4271363993596428661&amp;postID=7897672299098415230' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4271363993596428661/posts/default/7897672299098415230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4271363993596428661/posts/default/7897672299098415230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicatesti.blogspot.com/2008/05/mi-sono-innamorato-di-te-luigi-tenco.html' title='Mi sono innamorato di te - Luigi Tenco'/><author><name>ommok</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14939715028556592730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5NzJ7QcQWBE/SRlbJq1XSSI/AAAAAAAAABA/ix6le89emUo/S220/IMG_1733.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4271363993596428661.post-2114507950016636442</id><published>2008-05-25T13:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T13:47:33.074-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Samuele Bersani - Pensandoti</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/0Pggl9Yw790' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/0Pggl9Yw790'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mastichi le gioie&lt;br /&gt;ingoi i tuoi dispiaceri&lt;br /&gt;per questo poi a casa non mangi mai&lt;br /&gt;Si litiga per niente ma il bello è che tu sai che fare pace&lt;br /&gt;è meno divertente&lt;br /&gt;Costruiremo un bel castello&lt;br /&gt;e poi lo sfasceremo&lt;br /&gt;in seguito a un duello immaginario&lt;br /&gt;Saremo due turisti col naso sempre in aria&lt;br /&gt;e le valigie che aspettano in albergo&lt;br /&gt;Sei una creatura di prima scelta&lt;br /&gt;sopra il banco del reparto convenienza&lt;br /&gt;Sono io lo scatolone che ti tiene verticale&lt;br /&gt;e ti proteggo perché tu non vada a male&lt;br /&gt;Non corrisponde al vero&lt;br /&gt;la frase sopra il muro&lt;br /&gt;Perché hanno scritto questo&lt;br /&gt;se non sanno niente di te?&lt;br /&gt;Ti piacciono i difetti e ascolti&lt;br /&gt;il lato b dei dischi vecchi&lt;br /&gt;Che stendi sopra il letto&lt;br /&gt;Sei una creatura di primavera&lt;br /&gt;fuori intanto sta soffiando una bufera&lt;br /&gt;un albero è caduto a pochi metri dai fanali&lt;br /&gt;ma non uscire io non voglio che ti ammali&lt;br /&gt;Sei una creatura di prima scelta&lt;br /&gt;sopra il banco del reparto convenienza&lt;br /&gt;Sono io lo scatolone che ti tiene verticale&lt;br /&gt;e ti proteggo perché tu non vada a male&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4271363993596428661-2114507950016636442?l=musicatesti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicatesti.blogspot.com/feeds/2114507950016636442/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4271363993596428661&amp;postID=2114507950016636442' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4271363993596428661/posts/default/2114507950016636442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4271363993596428661/posts/default/2114507950016636442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicatesti.blogspot.com/2008/05/samuele-bersani-pensandoti.html' title='Samuele Bersani - Pensandoti'/><author><name>ommok</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14939715028556592730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5NzJ7QcQWBE/SRlbJq1XSSI/AAAAAAAAABA/ix6le89emUo/S220/IMG_1733.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4271363993596428661.post-8598525308065042966</id><published>2008-05-25T13:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T13:43:14.219-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Max Gazzè - Annina mia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/EJbc4Fr-Uwg' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/EJbc4Fr-Uwg'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Se ho cambiato lo shampoo è per te amore mio&lt;br /&gt;se ho cambiato città è per te amore mio&lt;br /&gt;se ho cambiato divano è per te amore mio&lt;br /&gt;guarda quel cappottino lo prendo per te&lt;br /&gt;lo faccio per te&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;se ti porto al mare è per te amore mio&lt;br /&gt;se ti porto a ballare è per te amore mio&lt;br /&gt;se ti porto a Parigi è per te amore mio&lt;br /&gt;guarda quell'orsacchiotto lo prendo per te&lt;br /&gt;lo faccio per te&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;se non bevo caffè è per te amore mio&lt;br /&gt;se ascoltiamo Vivaldi è per te amore mio&lt;br /&gt;se non fumo più è per te amore mio&lt;br /&gt;guarda quel fiorellino lo prendo per te&lt;br /&gt;lo faccio per te&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annina miaaaa&lt;br /&gt;Annina mia&lt;br /&gt;Annina miaaaa&lt;br /&gt;Annina mia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se guardiamo il tramonto è per te Annina mia&lt;br /&gt;Se contiamo le stelle è per te Annina mia&lt;br /&gt;ma se vuoi fare qualcosa per me amore mio&lt;br /&gt;stai zitta&lt;br /&gt;stai zitta&lt;br /&gt;Annina mia&lt;br /&gt;stai zitta&lt;br /&gt;amore mio&lt;br /&gt;stai zitta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stai zitta&lt;br /&gt;amore mio&lt;br /&gt;stai zitta&lt;br /&gt;Annina mia&lt;br /&gt;stai zitta&lt;br /&gt;amore mio&lt;br /&gt;stai zitta&lt;br /&gt;stai zitta&lt;br /&gt;Annina mia&lt;br /&gt;stai zitta &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4271363993596428661-8598525308065042966?l=musicatesti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicatesti.blogspot.com/feeds/8598525308065042966/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4271363993596428661&amp;postID=8598525308065042966' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4271363993596428661/posts/default/8598525308065042966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4271363993596428661/posts/default/8598525308065042966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicatesti.blogspot.com/2008/05/max-gazz-annina-mia.html' title='Max Gazzè - Annina mia'/><author><name>ommok</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14939715028556592730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5NzJ7QcQWBE/SRlbJq1XSSI/AAAAAAAAABA/ix6le89emUo/S220/IMG_1733.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4271363993596428661.post-454632684015065869</id><published>2008-05-25T13:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T13:34:44.027-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rino Gaetano - Tu, forse non essenzialmente tu</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/NRLPNokzSnM' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/NRLPNokzSnM'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu / forse non essenzialmente tu&lt;br /&gt;un'altra / ma è meglio fossi tu&lt;br /&gt;hai scavato dentro me / e l'amicizia c'è&lt;br /&gt;Io che ho bisogno di raccontare&lt;br /&gt;la necessità di vivere / rimane in me&lt;br /&gt;e sono ormai convinto da molte lune&lt;br /&gt;dell'inutilità irreversibile del tempo&lt;br /&gt;mi scegli alle nove e sei decisamente tu&lt;br /&gt;non si ha il tempo di vedere la mamma e si è gia nati&lt;br /&gt;e i minuti rincorrersi senza convivenza&lt;br /&gt;mi svegli e sei decisamente . . .&lt;br /&gt;Tu / forse non essenzialmente tu&lt;br /&gt;un'altra / ma è meglio fossi tu&lt;br /&gt;e vado dal Barone ma non gioco a dama&lt;br /&gt;bevo birra chiara in lattina&lt;br /&gt;me ne frego e non penso a te&lt;br /&gt;avrei bisogno sempre di un passaggio&lt;br /&gt;ma conosco le coincidenze del 60 notturno&lt;br /&gt;lo prendo sempre per venire da te&lt;br /&gt;Tu / forse non essenzialmente tu&lt;br /&gt;e la notte / confidenzialmente blu&lt;br /&gt;cercare l'anima&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4271363993596428661-454632684015065869?l=musicatesti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musicatesti.blogspot.com/feeds/454632684015065869/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4271363993596428661&amp;postID=454632684015065869' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4271363993596428661/posts/default/454632684015065869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4271363993596428661/posts/default/454632684015065869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musicatesti.blogspot.com/2008/05/rino-gaetano-tu-forse-non.html' title='Rino Gaetano - 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