One day I’ll move get away

Well there's nothing I truly desire
There's nothing that I really want
But the times I find myself in the fire
You choose between the right and the wrong

I wish I could control all my judgements
Understand every move
Take my mind and all of it’s voices
Tell me what should I do

Sometimes I feel like I’m stuck in your head
And I wonder (who d'you think you're talking to)
One day I’ll move get away
From these feelings getting stronger (who d'you think you're talking to)
Sometimes I feel like it's not so fun
To see what's under (who d'you think you're talking to)
Let me out let me out
I don’t think I can stand it any longer (who d'you think you're talking to)

I remember being part of that era
I remember being so far from home
All the times I needed someone to hear me
Cos I’ve never felt so much on my own

All the trouble that you have with your future
All the rules that make your life so secure
There are people who will give their opinions
But tell me what do they know

Sometimes I feel like I’m stuck in your head
And I wonder (who d'you think you're talking to)
One day I’ll move get away
From these feelings getting stronger (who d'you think you're talking to)
Sometimes I feel like it's not so fun
To see what's under (who d'you think you're talking to)
Let me out let me out
I don’t think I can stand it any longer (who d'you think you're talking to)

Sometimes I feel like I’m stuck in your head
And I wonder (who d'you think you're talking to)
One day I’ll move get away
From these feelings getting stronger (who d'you think you're talking to)
Sometimes I feel like it's not so fun
To see what's under (who d'you think you're talking to)
Let me out let me out
I don’t think I can stand it any longer (who d'you think you're talking to)

Who d'you think you're talking to
Who d'you think you're talking to
Who d'you think you're talking to

annamo via, tenemose pe' mano

rome_nearcampo, originally uploaded by theo79.

A Sora Rosa me ne vado via,
ciò er core a pezzi pe'lla vergogna,
de questa terra che nu mm'aiuta mai
de questa gente che te sputa n'faccia,
che nun'ha mai preso na farce in mano,
che se distingue pe na cravatta.
Me ne vojo annà da sto paese marcio,
Che cià li bbuchi ar posto der cervello,
che vò magnà dull'ossa de chi soffre,
che pensa solo ar posto che po' perde.
Ciavemo forza e voja più de tutti
Annamo là dove ce stanno i morti,
anche se semo du ossa de prosciutti
ce vedrà chi cià li occhioni sani
che ce dirà: "venite giù all'inferno
armeno ciavrete er foco pell'inverno".
Si ciai un core, tu me poi capì
Si ciai n'amore, tu me poi seguì
Che ce ne frega si nun contamo gnente
Se semo sotto li calli della ggente.
Sai che ti dico, io mo' me butto ar fiume,
così finisco de campà sta vita
che a poco a poco m'ha ‘succato l'occhi
più delle pene de stana immortale.
Annamo via, tenemose pe'mano,
c'è solo questo de vero pe'chi spera,
che forse un giorno chi magna troppo adesso
possa sputà le ossa che so' sante.

Antonello Venditti

this is not a seasonal passion

this is not a seasonal passion, originally uploaded by theo79.

this will be my year!