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Titolo: Happy birthday to you

You know it doesn’t make much sense
There ought to be a law against
Anyone who takes offense
At a day in your celebration
¡cause we all know in our minds
That there ought to be a time
That we can set aside
To show just how much we love you
And I’m sure you would agree
It couldn’t fit more perfectly
Than to have a world party on the day you came to be
Happy birthday to you
Happy birthday to you
Happy birthday
Happy birthday to you
Happy birthday to you
Happy birthday
I just never understood
How a man who died for good
Could not have a day that would
Be set aside for his recognition
Because it should never be
Just because some cannot see
The dream as clear as he
That they should make it become an illusion
And we all know everything
That he stood for time will bring
For in peace our hearts will sing
Thanks to martin luther king
Happy birthday to you
Happy birthday to you
Happy birthday
Happy birthday to you
Happy birthday to you
Happy birthday
Why has there never been a holiday
Where peace is celebrated
All throughout the world
The time is overdue
For people like me and you
Who know the way to truth
Is love and unity to all god’s children
It should never be a great event
And the whole day should be spent
In full remembrance
Of those who lived and died for the oneness of all people
So let us all begin
We know that love can win
Let it out don’t hold it in
Sing it loud as you can
Happy birthday to you
Happy birthday to you
Happy birthday
Happy birthday to you
Happy birthday to you
Happy birthday
Happy birthday to you
Happy birthday to you
Happy birthday
Happy birthday to you
Happy birthday to you
Happy birthday
Happy birthday
Happy birthday
Happy birthday
Ooh yeah
Happy birthday...
We know the key to unify all people
Is in the dream that you had so long ago
That lives in all of the hearts of people
That believe in unity
We’ll make the dream become a reality
I know we will
Because our hearts tell us so

 []
:-)
TNKS (ma baciami il culo).
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TNKS (ma baciami il culo).
prego! (nemmeno morta).

Generals gathered in their masses 
Just like witches at black masses 
Evil minds that plot destruction 
Sorcerers of death's construction 
In the fields are bodies burning 
As the war machine keeps turning 
Death and hatred to mankind 
Poisoning their brainwashed minds, Oh Lord yeah 
Politicians hide themselves away 
They only started the war 
Why should they go out to fight 
They leave that all to the poor 
Time will tell on their power minds 
Making war just for fun 
Treating people just like pawns in chess 
Wait til the judgement day comes 
Now in darkness world stops turning 
Asher where the bodies burning 
No more warpigs have the power 
And as God has struck the hour 
Day of judgement, God is calling 
On their knees the warpigs crawling 
Begging mercy for their sins 
Satan laughing spreads his wings, Oh Lord yeah 
-- 
Angurie, Nadir.

 ha scritto:
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Imagine there's no heaven,
It's easy if you try,
No hell below us,
Above us only sky,
Imagine all the people
living for today...
Imagine there's no countries,
It isnt hard to do,
Nothing to kill or die for,
No religion too,
Imagine all the people
living life in peace...
Imagine no possesions,
I wonder if you can,
No need for greed or hunger,
A brotherhood of man,
Imagine all the people
Sharing all the world...
You may say Im a dreamer,
but Im not the only one,
I hope some day you'll join us,
And the world will live as one.

september wrote:
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Fra Martino campanaro 
dormi tu? Dormi tu? 
Suona le campane suona le campane 
Din don dan, din don dan.
Achinu Jaacov, Achinu Jaacov
al tischaan, al tischaan
hapa-amon melzalzäl, hapa-amon melzalzäl,
ding dang dong, ding dang dong.
-- 
Saluti,
Giancarlo

 Ima
Auschwitz, the meaning of pain
The why that I want you to die
Slow death, immense decay
Showers that cleanse you of your life
Forced in
Like cattle
You run
Stripped of
Your life's worth
Human mice, for the Angel of Death
Four hundred thousand more to die
Angel of Death
Monarch to the kingdom of the dead
Sadistic, surgeon of demise
Sadist of the noblest blood
Destroying, without mercy
To benefit the Aryan race
Surgery, with no anesthesia
Fell the knife pierce you intensely
Inferior, no use to mankind
Strapped down screaming out to die
Angel of Death
Monarch to the kingdom of the dead
Infamous butcher,
Angel of Death
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I see trees of green[madonnacheppalle]
Wait until the war is over 
And we're both a little older 
The unknown soldier 
Breakfast where the news is read 
Television children fed 
Unborn living, living, dead 
Bullet strikes the helmet's head 
And it's all over 
For the unknown soldier 
It's all over 
For the unknown soldier 
Hut 
Hut 
Hut ho hee up 
Hut 
Hut 
Hut ho hee up 
Hut 
Hut 
Hut ho hee up 
Comp'nee 
Halt 
Preeee-zent! 
Arms! 
Make a grave for the unknown soldier 
Nestled in your hollow shoulder 
The unknown soldier 
Breakfast where the news is read 
Television children fed 
Bullet strikes the helmet's head 
And, it's all over 
The war is over 
It's all over 
The war is over 
Well, all over, baby 
All over, baby 
Oh, over, yeah 
All over, baby 
Wooooo, hah-hah 
All over 
All over, baby 
Oh, woa-yeah 
All over 
All over 
Heeeeyyyy

 Auschwitz, the mea[]
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 Bullet strikes the helmet's head
[...]
White on white translucent black capes
Back on the rack
Bela Lugosi's dead
The bats have left the bell tower
The victims have been bled
Red velvet lines the black box
Bela Lugosi's dead
Undead undead undead
The virginal brides file past his tomb
Strewn with time's dead flowers
Bereft in deathly bloom
Alone in a darkened room
The count
Bela Logosi's dead
Undead undead undead
Undead undead undead
Undead undead undead
Bela's undead
ohhh Belaaaaaaa
Bela's undead
ohhh Belaaaaaaa
Bela's undead
ohhh Belaaaaaaa
...
..
.

  Yes, I think to myself, what a wonderful world
Neurotic Game Of Life And Death
Now I Can Feel The End
Premonition About My Final Hour
A Sad Image Of Everything
Everything's So Real
Who Has Won?
Who Has Died?
Everything Happened So Quickly.
I Felt I Was About To Leave Hell
I'll Fight For Myself, For You, But So What?
To Feel A Deep Hate
To Feel Scared
But Beyond That, To Wish Being At An End
Clotted Blood
Mass Mutilation
Hope For The Future Is Only Utopia
Mortality, Insanity, Fatality
You'll Never Want To Feel What I've Felt
Mediocrity, Brutality, And Falsity
It's Just A World Against Me
Cities In Ruins
Bodies Packed On Minefields
Neurotic Game Of Life And Death
Now I Can Feel The End
Premonition About My Final Hour
A Sad Image Of Everything
Everything's So Real
Who Has Won?
Who Has Died?
Beneath The Remains
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Bela Lugosi's dead
[...]
I am smellin' like the rose
that somebody gave me on
my birthday deathbed
I am smellin' like the rose
that somebody gave me
'cause I'm dead & bloated
Uh, yeah 
and she says it's natural
I feel I've come of age
When she peeks I start to run
ou can't swallow what I'm thinkin'
You can't swallow what I'm thinkin'
I run through the world
thinkin' `bout tomorrow
I am trampled under sole of
another man's shoes
Guess I walked too softly
Oh yeah, and she says it's natural
I feel I've come of age
When she peeks I start to run
You can't swallow what I'm thinkin'
You can't swallow what I'm thinkin'

 vado a lavorare.
Raccontala a qualcun altro, terun.
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 Beneath The Remains
-- 
Lying there cold after a torturous death
Your life ended fast you took your last breath
Dead in a grave, your final place
The maggots infest your disfigured face
Pus through your veins takes the place of blood
Decay sets in, bones begin to crack
Thrown six feet down left to rot
Brains oozing black down the side of your broken neck
Skull full of maggots
They enter your tomb - maggots - beginning to feast - maggots
Crawling on you - maggots - now they eat you - maggots
Rotting maggots - maggots - infesting your corpse - maggots
Parasites of the dead - maggots - now dwell in your head
Lying there cold after a torturous death
Your life ended fast you took your last breath
Dead in a grave, your final place
The maggots infest your disfigured face
Pus through your veins takes the place of blood
Decay sets in, bones begin to crack
Thrown six feet down left to rot
Brains oozing black down the side of your broken neck
--
... 

Wait [gne gne gne]
Me sarò chiesto cento, mille volte,
io che nun so' né re né imperatore,
che ho fatto pe' trovamme 'sta regina
ner letto, fra le braccia, in fonno ar core,
e datosi che sei così preziosa
stasera io te vojo dì 'na cosa.
Te ciànno mai mannato a quer paese?
Sapessi quanta gente che ce sta...
Er primo cittadino è amico mio,
tu dije che te ciò mannato io.
E va'... e va'...
va' avanti tu che adesso ciò da fa'.
Sarai la mia metà, ma si nun parti
diventi n'antro po' la mia tre quarti.
E va'... e va'...
nun poi sapé er piacere che me fa.
Magari quarche amico te consola,
così tu fai la scarpa e lui te sòla
io te ce manno
sòla
io te ce manno
sòla
sòla senza de me.
Già che ce so' me levo st'artro peso
co' te, che fai er capoccia e stai più su,
te sei allargato troppo... senti... a coso...
mica t'offenni se te do der tu?
Te ciànno mai mannato a quer paese?
Sapessi quanta gente che ce sta...
A te te danno la medaja d'oro,
e noi te ce mannàmo tutti in coro.
E va'... e va'...
chi va co' la corente è baccalà.
Io so' salmone e nun me 'mporta gnente,
a me me piace anna' contro corente...
E va'... e va'...
che più sei grosso e più ce devi annà
e t'aritroverai ner posto giusto
e prima o poi, vedrai, ce provi gusto...
solo scherzando
huuu!... sto
solo cantando
huuu!...sto
solo a scherzà, pardon!
(sottovoce, ridacchiando)  Pardon, pardon... 'n par de....
Ma quanno la matina sto allo specchio
c'è un fatto che me butta giù er morale
io m'aritrovo sempre ar gabbinetto
e m'aricanto addosso 'sto finale...
Te ciànno mai mannato a quer paese?
Sapessi quanta gente che ce sta...
Così che m'encoraggio e me consolo
cor fatto de mannàmmece da solo.
E va'... e va'...
che si ce devi annà, ce devi annà.
Tanto si t'annisconni dietro a 'n vetro
'na mano ciai davanti e n'antra dietro.
E va'... e va'...
è inutile che stamo a litigà,
tenemese abbracciati stretti stretti
che tanto prima o poi ciannàmo tutti
a quer paese...
tutti
a quer paese...
tutti
a quer paese...
tutti
       (voce fuori campo)  Ahò, ma tu che fai, nun venghi?
             Chi è, ahò?... E come, 'n vengo? Pe' forza!...
a quer paese...
tutti
a quer paese...
tutti
a quer paese là.

 'cause I'm dead & bloated
[...]
-- 
qui ci vuole un salto di qualità:
-- 
I am stretched on your grave
And will lie there forever
With your hands held in mine
I'd be sure we'd not sever
My apple tree my brightness
'tis time we were together
For I smell of the earth
And am stained by the weather
When my family thinks
That I'm safe in my bed
From night until morning
I am stretched at your head
Calling out to the air
With tears both hot and wild
Oh I grieve for the girl
That I loved as a child
The priests and the friars
Behold me in dread
Because I still love you
My love and you're dead
I would still be your shelter
From rain and from storm
And with you in your cold grave
I cannot sleep warm
--
mi pento un po' di accostare questa arte a quel che è preceduto...
ma ho già cliccato invio. 


--
ce n'ho pure pettè...
--
"accia... fanculo"
"[????] acciappuh "
"accia... a casa..."
"co' 'no zozzo 'rmafrodita" <aho'!>
"cor veleno me volevano ammazza', io sonoooooosss"
Io sono stronzo. Testa di cazzo.
Oho oho, oho oho.
Io vado a zonzo come 'no stronzo.
Oho oho, che felicità.
Me so' rotto li cojoni de la vita,
me 'mbriaco pe' trovà 'na via d'uscita.
Co' 'a droga faccio un sogno e poi m'addormo,
poi me svejo e ricomincio a canticchià:
io sono stronzo, testa di cazzo. Oho oho, oho oho.
Io vado a zonzo come 'no stronzo. Oho oho, che felicità.
Co' 'na stronza ci ho passato mezza vita; se n'è annata e m'ha dato la 
ripulita, poi è tornata co' 'no zozzo ermafrodita; cor veleno me voleveno 
ammazzà.
Io sono stronzo, testa di cazzo. Oho oho, oho oho.
Io vado a zonzo come 'no stronzo. Oho oho, che felicità.
Me so' rotto li cojoni de la vita, me 'mbriaco pe' trovà 'na via d'uscita.
Co' 'a droga faccio un sogno e poi m'addormo,
poi me svejo e ricomincio a canticchià: io sono stronzo, testa di cazzo.
Oho oho, oho oho. Oho oho, che felicità.

I am stretched on your gra[us!]
Sinead O'Connor!?

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macchemminchiadici...
Dead can Dance! 

 scrive:
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Ops. Ora arriva un fighetta e mi cazzia.

 Ops. Ora arriva un fighetta e mi cazzia.
ti senti troppo gotha tu 

 ha scritto
Oggi mi sei simpatico, Whip.

 Skull full of maggots
Oggi mi sei MOLTO simpatico, Utnapishtim

 TNKS (ma baciami il culo).
Quanti?

 ha scritto nel messaggio
news:cl7u92$v5u$1...@megan.servidellagleba.it...
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Works of art, painted black
Magniloquent, bleeding dark
Monotonous palate, murky spectrum, grimly unlimited
Food for thought, so prolific
In contrasting shades, forcely fed
Abstraction, so choking, so provocative
A canvas to paint, to degenerate
Dark reflections - degeneration
A canvas to paint, to denigrate
Dark reflections, of dark foul light
Profound, aesthetic beauty
Or shaded, sensary corruption
Perceptions, shattered, splintered, mirroring
In deft taints, diluted, tinted
Spelt out, in impaired colour
Denigrating, going to paints to pain - not a pretty picture
Works of heart bleeding dark
Black, magniloquent art
Monotonous palate, murky spectrum, grimly unlimited
Prolific food for thought
Contrasting, fed with force
Abstraction, so choking, so provocative
Bleeding works of art
Seething work so dark
Seering words from the heart

 Ops. Ora arriva un fighetta e mi cazzia.
LOL


 Oggi mi sei simpatico, Whip.
Lol.
Te la faccio passare sabato sera, la simpatia, garantito.


 Seering words from the heart
Non li reggo molto, i Carcass.


 Quanti?
Cafone!
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 Angurie, Nadir.
Merci ;-)


 ding dang dong, ding dang dong.
Ma LOL


 Cafone!
:*
Auguri e un bacio anche a Lara Croft.

 Te la faccio passare sabato sera, la simpatia, garantito.
Cazzo, dovevo dedurlo dal fatto che andremo a mangiare al ristorane
africano, che ci sarai anche te alla cena di sabato.

 Non li reggo molto, i Carcass.
Azz.
Magari ti piacciono di piu questi
I don't mean to dwell
But I can't help myself
When I feel the vibe
And taste a memory
Of a time in life
When years seemed to stand still
I close my eyes
And sink within myself
Relive the gift of precious memories
In need of a fix called innocence
When did it begin?
The change to come was undetectable
The open wounds expose the importance of
Our innocence
A high that can never be bought or sold
Symbolic acts - so vivid
Yet at the same time
Were invisible
Savor what you feel and what you see
Things that may not seem important now
But may be tomorrow
Do you remember when
Things seemed so eternal?
Heroes were so real...
Their magic frozen in time
The only way to learn
Is be aware and hold on tight
I close my eyes
And sink within myself
Relive the gift of precious memories
In need of a fix called innocence
When did it begin?
The change to come was undetectable
The open wounds expose the importance of
Our innocence
A high that can never be bought or sold
Symbolic acts - so vivid
Yet at the same time
Were invisible

 Magari ti piacciono di piu questi
E daje: no.
(chi sono, i death?)


Te la faccio passare sabato sera, la simpatia, garantito.
ah... ma ci sei anche tu?!

 (chi sono, i death?)
Esattamente, Symbolic.
Avrai gusti di merda ma se non altro ne capisci qualcosa.
Sabato avro' l'onore di allietarti la serata con un paio di
canzoncine allegre e divertenti dei Deicide.

 ah... ma ci sei anche tu?!
Andra' a finire che per noi due non ci sara' piu' posto.

 ah... ma ci sei anche tu?!
Claro.


 Auguri e un bacio anche a Lara Croft.
E' molto piu' bella, la mia.
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 Ma LOL
:)
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Saluti,
Giancarlo