Author:Conte.Paolo. Title:Dal_loggione. DAL LOGGIONE. Lampi. fuori nel buio temporale. e lampi. qui nel Teatro Comunale. lampi. sulle signore ingioiellate.
Forse a quest'ora i colleghi scordati li ho gia`. chiusi nella toilette. a farsi belli, ma che follia.... delirio, agguato di nostalgia.... la piu` malinconica seta io affrontero`.
Author: Conte_Paolo. Title: Boogie. BOOGIE. Due note e il ritornello era gia` nella pelle di quei due. il corpo di lei mandava vampate africane, lui sembrava un.
Author:Conte.Paolo. Title:Bartali. Bartali. Fara` piacere un bel mazzo di rose. e anche il rumore che fa il cellophane. ma un birra fa gola di piu`. in questo giorno appiccicoso di caucciu`..
YEAH. When you walk on by,. you might see me,. this little red guy.. . I skip to the beat,. walking down the street,. can't see my feet. YEAH!. . This is how I roll,.
[Intro: Cookie Monster]. . Hi, today, letter of day is.... Haha, R!. Yeah, like in word "rap". Yeah, so, today me rap with letter "R". Kick it!. . [Verse 1].
Me got a wish on me mind. It is a chocolate chip kind. Me look at you and me tell. You may have snickerdoodle. . Me trade me soul for a bite. Me spell it out black and white.
My Purpose, my call, my very existence in life would mean nothing If You are not here, to share oh and I Cherish every moment spent with you , (I get) the closest to heaven.
Right on Time. U changed my mind. Right on Time. Showed me I could do it again. U came. . V1: So Out of touch with myself. Not strong enough to do this all over again (no).
Your eyes opened wide. As I looked your way. Couldn't hide what. They meant to say. Feeling lost in. A crowded room. It's too soon for a new love. When you smile.
I'm feelin you. the first day was cool. I like how you shielded me. from the rain. and walked on the left side. to keep me safe. the second day was even better.
My rough and rowdy ways have kept me from his grace. But theres hope for me 'cause mommas faith is strong. Shes the only hope Ive got to keep me in touch with God.
Hey, Louisiana woman. Mississippi man. We get together. Every time we can. . The Mississippi River. Can't keep us apart. There's too much love. In this Mississippi heart.
I pushed him away. And carefully said. I'm just not that kind of girl. . You might think I'm square. 'Cause you've been around and you're wise. In the ways of the world.
Id crawl through the desert on my hands and knees. Without a drink of water. Just for a chance of a little romance. With that coal miners daughter. . Yeah, if I was a poor girl, beggin in the street.
YOURS LOVE. WITH NAT STUCKEY. (Harlan Howard). '68 Tree Publishing. . [ Nat ]. May the fruit of my toil be yours love and may the food from my soil be yours love.
(Then your mem'ry comes along). Tears start falling I can hardly see my heart's breaking for oh lonesome me. I tell myself I'll be alright and nothing's really wrong.
I was thinking that love had turned its back on me. I was hurting inside in places that you can't see. Then I finally made up my mind just to let it go.
[ Both ]. They say for every boy and girl there's just one love in this old world. And I know I've found mine. The heavenly touch of your embrace tells me no one can take your place.