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Titolo: Goth Rhapsody

Eheheh ricevuto da una amica americana ...
Goth Bohemian Rhapsody
Is this the Goth life
Is this normality
Caught in a corset
No escape from this apathy
Eyeline your eyes
Get rid of your thighs and frooooown
I'm just a goth boy, I need your Ennui
Because I bleakly come, bleakly go,
Sometimes high, Always low,
Anyway my hair blows, doesn't really matter to me,
to me -
Mama, just bought a cloak,
Just walked into a goth shop,
and don't think I'll ever stop,
Mama, I used to look so nice,
But now I've gone and thrown it all away
Mama, ooo,
Didn't mean to make you cry
I just think that this look it sort of suits me
I'm a goth I'm a goth.....it doesn't really matter.....
Too late, My lipstick's on,
Sends shivers down your spine
but I promise mum I'm fine,
Goodbye everybody
I've got to go
Gotta leave you all behind and dye my hair
Mama, ooo
I don't want to die,
I know it looks that way given the coffin
and the bats and the skull
but it really doesn't matter.....
I drew a little stiletto sticking in a man,
Nephilim Nephilim now I'm listening to the Sisters
Thunderbolt and lightning really are exciting me
Neil Gaiman, Neil Gaiman,
Neil Gaiman, Neil Gaiman
Neil Gaiman Robertsmith Marilyn Manso-o-o-o-o-o-n
But I'm just a Goth boy and nobody loves me
He's just a Goth boy - Pity his family family
Did you see his hair its a monstrosity
Easy come easy go,
will you let me goth
Hell fuck that No,
we will not let you goth - let him goth
Hell fuck that - We will not let you goth - let him goth
Hell fuck that - We will not let you goth - let him goth
Will not let you goth - let me goth
Will not let you goth - let me goth
Goth, Goth, Goth, Goth, Goth, Goth, Gotho
Mama mia mama mia, mama mia let me goth
Beelzebub comes drinking down the pub with meee, with me , with me
So you think you can take contacts out of my eye
So you think you can just wash out all the black dyyye
Oh Baby
I happen to have a small one up two down flat reserved
especially for me and my cat Tabitha in Hades
Just gotta get out
just gotta get right outta here
Black clothes really flatter,
Anyone can see,
Black clothes really flatter,
Black clothes really look damn fine ooooon
meeeee,Anyway my hair blows...

> Goth Bohemian Rhapsody
ROTFL
Luca

 meeeee,Anyway my hair blows...
 
tutto molto beeeeeeeellooo....( alla Pizzul)
A proposito....forza azzurri!
Luciana.
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LOL!! ai tempi delle presidenziali in USA era uscito anche questo (per chi
non lo avesse già letto):
"Floridian Rhapsody": Bush vs. Gore in verses
November 23, 2000
BY RICHARD ROEPER CHICAGO SUN-TIMES COLUMNIST
[Chorus of Democrats and Republicans:]
Is this the real vote? Is this just fantasy?
No Bush or Gore landslide, so we're mired in legalities
Almost a tie, both sides tell their lies with such ease . . .
Bush:
I'm just a rich boy, I need no sympathy
Because I'm easy come, easy go
I dropped the booze, I don't do blow
Anyway the vote goes doesn't really matter, to me
Mama, just love this ranch
Stocked my pond with fresh sea bass
How I love the upper class!
Mama, life is such good fun
But now they're trying to take it all away!
Mama, oooh, didn't mean to run for prez
But you know I always do what daddy sez
If I don't win this thing by noon tomorrow
I'll carry on, carry on, as if nothing really matters
Gore:
Too late, my campaign's done, but I'm still working all the time
Poaching votes is not a crime!
Goodbye, everybody--no wait, I just can't go!
Let's count the chads and never ever face the truth
Bush:
Mama, ooooo, I don't mean to bitch
Sometimes I wish I'd never been born so rich
Bouncy piano interlude!
Gore:
I see a little silhouetto of a chad
Chorus:
You're a mooch, you're a mooch, will you do the recount tango?
Pregnant chads and backbiting, very very frightening to see!
Broward County, Palm Beach County
Broward County, Palm Beach County
Broward County, Volusia County, Tallahassee-oh-oh-oh!
Bush:
I'm just a rich boy, nobody loves me
Chorus:
He's just a rich boy from a rich family
They treat the White House like a Bush legacy!
Gore:
He's so dumb, I'm the one, will you give me votes?
Chorus (Republicans only):
Be still you wonk! You cannot have the votes!
Be still you wonk! You cannot have the votes!
Be still you wonk! You cannot have the votes!
Gore:
Can I have the votes?
Chorus (Republicans only):
Cannot have the votes!
No no no no no no no no!
Bush:
Oh mama mia, mama mia, mama mia keep my votes!
Chorus:
Beelzebub has a butterfly ballot for thee, for thee . . . .
Rockin' guitar solo!
Gore:
So you think you can beat me on the very first try?
So you think the recounts can't be done on the sly?
Oh Dubya, can't do this to me Dubya
We'll just keep counting, till I take the oath come next year!
Rockin' guitar solo gives way to orchestral crescendo and then a plaintive
piano . . .
Chorus:
Ooh yeah, ooh yeah, ooh yeah
Gore:
Nothing really matters, as the country plainly sees
Bush:
Nothing really matters, cuz Al is just like me
Chorus:
Any way the votes go . . .
Gong.

 Goth Bohemian Rhapsody
cut...
ROTFL!

 BY RICHARD ROEPER CHICAGO SUN-TIMES COLUMNIST
che spettacolo! hey flavio... potresti farci un pensierino???
hai la versione latina, la goth e questa... hai da sbizzarrirti! :-)
ciao raga

 hai la versione latina, la goth e questa... hai da sbizzarrirti! :-)
MMmmmmmmmmmmm ;)
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