Newsgroup: it.politica
Titolo: bello bello bello

il finale della cerimonia di apertura delle XX olimpiadi 

 il finale della cerimonia di apertura delle XX olimpiadi
Peter Gabriel, eh?
Quanti ricordi....
"Can you tell me where my country lies..."?
Gią...lo stanno svendendo ad euro.... 

 Già...lo stanno svendendo ad euro....
Appena mi ricordo la melodia di poco dopo..
-"It wise with me " Cried the queen of Maby, and the unifaun...-
porca puttana come passa il tempo.

 porca puttana come passa il tempo.
BUAHAHAHAAAHAHAHAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!! (pianto)
Arivojo i Genesisse!
"Can you tell me where my country lies?"
said the unifaun to his true love's eyes.
"It lies with me!" cried the Queen of Maybe
- for her merchandise, he traded in his prize.
"Paper late!" cried a voice in the crowd.
"Old man dies!" The note he left was signed 'Old Father Thames'
- it seems he's drowned;
selling england by the pound.
Citizens of Hope & Glory,
Time goes by - it's the 'time of your life'.
Easy now, sit you down.
Chewing through your Wimpey dreams,
they eat without a sound;
digesting england by the pound.
Young man says 'you are what you eat' - eat well.
Old man says 'you are what you wear' - wear well.
You know what you are, you don't give a damn;
bursting your belt that is your homemade sham.
The Captain leads his dance right on through the night
- join the dance ....
Follow on! Till the Grail sun sets in the mould.
Follow on! Till the gold is cold.
Dancing out with the moonlit knight,
Knights of the Green Shield stamp and shout.
There's a fat old lady outside the saloon;
laying out the credit she plays Fortune.
The deck is uneven right from the start;
all of their hands are playing apart.
The Captain leads his dance right on through the night
- join the dance ....
Follow on! A Round Table-talking down we go.
You're the show!
Off we go with: - You play the hobbyhorse,
I'll play the fool.
We'll tease the bull
ringing round & loud, loud & round.
Follow on! With a twist of the world we go.
Follow on! Till the gold is cold.
Dancing out with the moonlit knight,
Knights of the Green Shield stamp and shout. 

 they eat without a ...........
E ma dillo che c'hai l'album lì sotto mano. Io andavo a (scarsa)
memoria.
Cmq a me piaceva  più Jan Anderson. I Jetro Tall.....


Bello si...ma gli altleti si stanno lamentando perchè le loro camerette
dove alloggiano sono squallide, da convento...
 
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 Cmq a me piaceva  più Jan Anderson. I Jetro Tall.....
Sìììììì!!! Celo, celo!
Sitting on a park bench
eyeing little girls with bad intent.
Snot running down his nose
greasy fingers smearing shabby clothes.
Drying in the cold sun
Watching as the frilly panties run.
Feeling like a dead duck
spitting out pieces of his broken luck.
Sun streaking cold
an old man wandering lonely.
Taking time
the only way he knows.
Leg hurting bad,
as he bends to pick a dog-end
he goes down to the bog
and warms his feet.
Feeling alone
the army's up the rode
salvation à la mode and
a cup of tea.
Aqualung my friend
don't start away uneasy
you poor old sod, you see, it's only me.
Do you still remember
December's foggy freeze
when the ice that
clings on to your beard is
screaming agony.
And you snatch your rattling last breaths
with deep-sea-diver sounds,
and the flowers bloom like
madness in the spring.