
Scarico immediatamete e installerò quanto prima!
He could've tuned in, tuned in
But he tuned out
A bad time, nothing could save him
Alone in a corridor, waiting, locked out
He got up outta there, ran for hundreds of miles
He made it to the ocean, had a smoke in a tree
The wind rose up, set him down on his knee
A wave came crashing like a fist to the jaw
Delivered him wings, 'Hey, look at me now'
Arms wide open with the sea as his floor
Oh, power, oh
He's.. flying.....whole
He floated back down 'cause he wanted to share
His key to the locks on the chains he saw everywhere
But first he was stripped and then he was stabbed
By faceless men, well, fuckers
He still stands
And he still gives his love, he just gives it away
The love he receives is the love that is saved
And sometimes is seen a strange spot in the sky
A human being that was given to fly
High.. flying
Oh, oh
High.. flying
Oh, oh
He's flying
Oh, oh
L'ultima luna la vide solo un bimbo appena nato
Aveva occhi tondi e neri e fondi e non piangeva
Con grandi mani prese la luna tra le mani e volò via
E volò via e volò via, era l'uomo di domani.
Lieve, inutile
resta un attimo
per decidere che non durerà,
tutto inutile
basta un attimo
per disperderci nell’aridità
solo gesti che si ripetono
solo scorie di .
..di un’ intimità.
Il vento lontano forse ci soffierà via di qua
nel vuoto per mano a risvegliarci più liberi.
lieve e inutile
lieve inutile
Solo inutile torni a casa
poi la monotonia che
rumore fa
tra le luci che si riaccendono
solo il buio qui sa di eternità
Il vento lontano forse ci soffierà via di qua
Nel vuoto per mano nel vuoto per mano a risvegliarci più liberi
Nel vuoto per mano a immaginarci unici
lieve, inutile
lieve, inutile
lieve, inutile
lieve, inutile
lieve, inutile
La sconfitta è un’eleganza
Per l’ipocrisia di chi si arrende in partenza.

Ritorno sui miei passi E adesso contali bene Il tempo che è passato Non è una buona ragione
Ho idea che non mi basti Lo scambio di un'opinione E neanche l'imbarazzo Con cui mi mostri le scuse
La muta del serpente Nasconde il tuo vero nome Di chiacchiere suadenti Sono già stato a lezione
Baciando la fiducia Con un rasoio a due lame Hai fatto molta strada Sacrificato persone
Tutta la tua arrogante danza danza La sicurezza di chi è sempre a tempo Il giusto slalom sfavillante e attento Di chi da sempre intona l'ultima parola /esige/ impone
Ti farò male più di un colpo di pistola È appena quello che ti meriti Ci provo gusto me ne accorgo ed allora Non mi vergogno dei miei limiti e lividi
Come ti gira dopo un colpo di pistola Ti vedo un po' a corto di numeri Ci provo gusto me ne accorgo ed allora Non mi seccare coi tuoi alibi alibi Durante questo tempo Ho vomitato rancore Ho ricucito i pezzi Ricominciato a sperare
Avevi tutto quanto Anche il mio sogno migliore Hai preso ciò che serve Senza ritegno né onore
PRE RIT. RIT. (2 volte)
Come gira dopo un colpo di pistola Ti vedo un po' a corto di numeri Ci provo gusto me ne accorgo ed allora Non ci provare coi tuoi alibi alibi
Why contain yourself
Like any other
Book on the shelf
My shadow lays with me
underneath the Big Wide Sun
My shadow stays with me
as we leave it all
we leave it all Far Behind
Half-man walks with no shadow
SCENE II. The same. The Forum.
[...]
BRUTUS.
Then none have I offended. I have done no more to Caesar (35)
than you shall do to Brutus. The question of his death is
enroll'd in the Capitol, his glory not extenuated, wherein he
was worthy;, nor his offenses enforced, for which he suffered
death.
[Enter Antony and others, with Caesar's body.]
Here comes his body, mourned by Mark Antony, who, though he had
no hand in his death, shall receive the benefit of his dying, a
place in the commonwealth; as which of you shall not? With this
I depart-- that, as I slew my best lover for the good of Rome, I
have the same dagger for myself, when it shall please my country
to need my death. (45)
[...]
ANTONY.
Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears;
I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him.
The evil that men do lives after them;
The good is oft interred with their bones: (80)
So let it be with Caesar. The noble Brutus
Hath told you Caesar was ambitious:
If it were so, it was a grievous fault;
And grievously hath Caesar answer'd it.
Here, under leave of Brutus and the rest,-- (85)
For Brutus is an honourable man;
So are they all, all honorable men,--
Come I to speak in Caesar's funeral.
He was my friend, faithful and just to me:
But Brutus says he was ambitious; (90)
And Brutus is an honourable man.
He hath brought many captives home to Rome,
Whose ransoms did the general coffers fill:
Did this in Caesar seem ambitious?
When that the poor have cried, Caesar hath wept: (95)
Ambition should be made of sterner stuff:
Yet Brutus says he was ambitious;
And Brutus is an honourable man.
You all did see that on the Lupercal
I thrice presented him a kingly crown, (100)
Which he did thrice refuse: was this ambition?
Yet Brutus says he was ambitious;
And, sure, he is an honourable man.
I speak not to disprove what Brutus spoke,
But here I am to speak what I do know. (105)
You all did love him once,--not without cause:
What cause withholds you, then, to mourn for him?--
O judgment, thou art fled to brutish beasts,
And men have lost their reason!--Bear with me;
My heart is in the coffin there with Caesar, (110)
And I must pause till it come back to me.
There is a sickness,...... A sickness coming over me
Like watching freedom,. Being sucked straight out to sea
And the solution?,........ Well, from me far would let it be
But the delusion,.......... Is feeling dangerous to me
for you can lead a horse to the water
but you cannot make him drink
you can put a man through school
but you cannot make him think

Tutto ciò di cui hai bisogno...è dentro di te
If I keep holding out,... will the light shine through?
Under this broken roof,... it's only rain that I feel
I've been waiting out the days,... Come Back.
I have been planning out,... All that I'd say to you
Since you slipped away,... Know that I still remain true
I've been wishing out the days,..
Please say, that if you hadn't of gone now
I wouldn't have lost you another way
From wherever you are,.... Come Back.
And these days, they linger on
And I'm the night, as I'm waiting on
The real possibility I may meet you in my dream
I go to sleep
If I don't fall apart,.... will the memories stay clear
So you had to go,......... and I had to remain here
But the strangest thing to date
So far away
And yet you feel so close
And I'm not gonna question it any other way
There must be an open door
For you to
Come Back
And the days, they linger on
And every night, what I'm waiting for
Is the real possibility I may meet you in my dream
And sometimes you're there
And you're talking back to me
Come the morning I could swear you're next to me
And it's okay.
It's okay.
It's okay.
I'll be here
Come Back
Come Back
I'll be here
Come Back
Come Back
I'll be here
Come Back
Come Back

Odio quando parliamo dei nostri avversari in termini di ammirazione: è una cosa fisica. Quando elogiamo il nostro avversario noi mettiamo la nostra testa in modalità "non possiamo batterli". [...]
Sicuramente dobbiamo avere un grande rispetto per ogni avversario, ma noi dobbiamo pensare di essere una grande squadra.
Questo significa che dobbiamo pensare ai nostri avversari in termini di 'come possiamo batterli?', 'cosa possiamo fare per batterli?', 'cos'altro possiamo fare per batterli?', 'cosa dobbiamo fare che non abbiamo ancora fatto per batterli?'.
