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Titolo: [Rulez] parliamo di agnelli, non di Orsetti

And the lamb lies down on Broadway.
Early morning Manhattan,
Ocean winds blow on the land.
The Movie-Palace is now undone,
The all-night watchmen have had their fun.
Sleeping cheaply on the midnight show,
Its the same old ending-time to go.
Get out!
It seems they cannot leave their dream.
Theres something moving in the sidewalk steam,
And the lamb lies down on Broadway.
Nightimes flyers feel their pains.
Drugstore takes down the chains.
Metal motion comes in bursts,
But the gas station can quench that thirst.
Suspension cracked on unmade road
The truckers eyes read Overload
And out on the subway,
Rael Imperial Aerosol Kid
Exits into daylight, spraygun hid,
And the lamb lies down on Broadway.
The lamb seems right out of place,
Yet the Broadway street sceng finds a focus in its face.
Somehow its lying there,
Brings a stillness to the air.
Though man-made light, at night is very bright,
Theres no whitewash victim,
As the neons dim, to the coat of white.
Rael Imperial Aerosol Kid,
Wipes his gun-hes forgotten what he did,
And the lamb lies down on Broadway.
Suzanne tired her work all done,
Thinks money-honey-be on-neon.
Cabmans velvet glove sounds the horn
And the sawdust king spits out his scorn.
Wonder women draw your blind!
Dont look at me! Im not your kind.
Im Rael!
Something inside me has just begun,
Lord knows what I have done,
And the lamb lies down on Broadway.
On Broadway-
They say the lights are always bright on Broadway.
They say theres always magic in the air.
-- 
El Diablo
Il Giardiniere §Coven§
Isn't it good to be lost in the wood?
Isn't it bad...so quiet there, in the wood. 


The carpet crowls?
--
= PEO =
Togli il 7 se vuoi contattarmi
Tessera #3: "Un sopracciglio alzato con orgoglio"
Tessera #7: "Rossoneri comunque"

 The carpet crowls?
eccola:
He returns from his mixed-up memories to the passage he was previously stuck 
in. This time he discovers a long carpeted corridor.
There is lambswool under my naked feet.
The wool is soft and warm,
- gives off some kind of heat.
A salamander scurries into flame to be destroyed.
Imaginary creatures are trapped in birth on celluloid.
The fleas cling to the golden fleece,
Hoping they'll find peace.
Each thought and gesture are caught in celluloid.
There's no hiding in my memory.
There's no room to avoid.
The walls are painted in red ochre and are marked by strange insignia, some 
looking like a bulls-eye, others of birds and boats. Further down the 
corridor, he can see some people; all kneeling. With broken sighs and 
murmurs they struggle, in their slow motion to move towards a wooden door at 
the end. Having seen only the inanimate bodies in the Grand Parade of 
Lifeless Packaging, Rael rushes to talk to them.
The crawlers cover the floor in the red ochre corridor.
For my second sight of people, they've more lifeblood than before.
They're moving in time to a heavy wooden door,
Where the needle's eye is winking, closing in on the poor.
The carpet crawlers heed their callers:
"We've got to get in to get out
We've got to get in to get out
We've got to get in to get out."
"What's going on?" he cries to a muttering monk, who conceals a yawn and 
replies "It's a long time yet before the dawn." A sphinx-like crawler calls 
his name saying "Don't ask him, the monk is drunk. Each one of us is trying 
to reach the top of the stairs, a way out will await us there." Not asking 
how he can move freely, our hero goes boldly through the door. Behind a 
table loaded with food, is a spiral staircase going up into the ceiling.
There's only one direction in the faces that I see;
It's upward to the ceiling, where the chamber's said to be.
Like the forest fight for sunlight, that takes root in every tree.
They are pulled up by the magnet, believing they're free.
The carpet crawlers heed their callers:
"We've got to get in to get out
We've got to get in to get out
We've got to get in to get out."
Mild mannered supermen are held in kryptonite,
And the wise and foolish virgins giggle with their bodies glowing
bright.
Through a door a harvest feast is lit by candlelight;
It's the bottom of a staircase that spirals out of sight.
The carpet crawlers heed their callers:
"We've got to get in to get out
We've got to get in to get out
We've got to get in to get out."
The porcelain mannikin with shattered skin fears attack.
The eager pack lift up their pitchers - they carry all they lack.
The liquid has congealed, which has seeped out through the crack,
And the tickler takes his stickleback.
The carpet crawlers heed their callers:
"We've got to get in to get out
We've got to get in to get out
We've got to get in to get out."


Azz quanto pagherei per vedere il film. In Italia non usci
mai...
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 mai...
questo o c'è dell'altro?
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El Diablo+ [GCP] disse...
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Grande!!! Ma lascialo li che qui non ho il somarello.
Comincio stasera :))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))
Grazie ;)
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 Grazie ;)
sai che facciamo, stasera lo scarico anch´io (nella autofake-postazione non
ho il mulo) e poi ci scambiamo gli slot, cosí finiamo prima entrambi..

l´auto-fake di El Diablo disse...
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OK! ma spiegami cos'e' una postazione autofake, la cosa mi
intriga ;)
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ho il mulo) e poi ci scambiamo gli slot, cosí finiamo prima entrambi..
AUTOFAKE?? ROTFL!!! Cmq se volete vi do una mano, ok?
Comincio da subito, Diablo, cosi' ci aiutiamo a vicenda ;)
-- 
Fenny

 Comincio da subito, Diablo, cosi' ci aiutiamo a vicenda ;)
ottimo, magari invitiamo qualche amiketto ;)

Comincio stasera :)))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))) Grazie ;)
Sto iniziando di gia' io, sul muletto ho lo stesso nick, Fenice Nera,
cosi' ti posso far slottare ;)
-- 
Fenny

ottimo, magari invitiamo qualche amiketto ;)
Anzi, va, fai tu, che mi sono impigrita e dovrei lavorare :D
-- 
Fenny

ottimo, magari invitiamo qualche amiketto ;)
Se po' fa, gia' sto agendo ^_^
-- 
Fenny

 intriga ;)
niente, una puttanata.
una volta sono stato accusato di fare il fake di me stesso (in realta´ hanno
dovuto ammettere che era un *vero* fake) e di avere fatto il downgrade di OE
per non farmi riconoscere e ora che sto postando dal pc di mia moglie, ho
pensato di essere il fake di me stesso ;)
cmq. su emule  hai lo stesso nick di ISCM?
il mio e´ El Diablo+ [GCP]

 Anzi, va, fai tu, che mi sono impigrita e dovrei lavorare :D
LOL
ok, nema problema ;)

 Diablo+ [GCP]
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 Diablo+ [GCP]
No, il mio è diverso. Ma non ricordo più se è Tirofisso o
Samba con Tirofisso. Comunque uno dei due...
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 Samba con Tirofisso. Comunque uno dei due...
ottimo