MrGMauro
MrGMauro
10 feb 17

DeRank™: 2,39  Isola

But what an ugly day it has been today on these pages, but let's start again from here and talk about something else because it wasn't so useless if we want to see it as a turning point...

un giorno dopo l'altro

"One Day After Another"

One day after another
time goes by
the streets always the same,
the same houses.
One day after another
and everything is as it was
one step after another,
the same life.
And the eyes around seek
that future they had dreamed of
but dreams are still dreams
and the future is now almost past.
One day after another
life slips away
tomorrow will be a day just like yesterday.
The ship has already left the port
and from the shore, it looks like a distant point
someone again this evening
returns home disappointed slowly.
One day after another
life slips away
and hope is now a habit.
 
 
mrbluesky
mrbluesky
10 feb 17

DeRank™: 1,25  Isola

Al di Meola Tour de Force-Live Cruisin
 
 
Bubi
Bubi
9 feb 17

DeRank™: 1,37  Isola

Always in the context of things I would save, this is the ending of a short story in "Pulp" style titled: "Two Problems in One Shot". First, a very brief summary. Three criminals pull a job at the house of a rich family. But the heist turns into a bloodbath, leaving several dead on the ground. Forced to flee, they find themselves in a quiet place to discuss what happened. The job was organized by Anthony "Gas Pipe," who now believes he has two problems. Tom "the Toupee" disrespected him during the heist, and he also doesn't want to lose face with Richard "Rubberhead," the third robber. How does he resolve the situation? It's Richard "Rubberhead" who makes it clear:
He shot Tom in the face, then he said to me: I didn’t do it for myself nor against him. What? I replied horrified. Yes, I did it for you. He repeated. What? I said again, incredulous. Him: Yes, for you. So that every time you see me, you'll think I’m capable of shooting someone in the face without a second thought... and you'll respect me. I did it for you, to earn your respect. I have mine, I didn’t have his, and I don’t give a shit anymore; it’s only yours that matters to me, and at this point, I’ll have it.
 
 
MrGMauro
MrGMauro
9 feb 17

DeRank™: 1,25  Isola

And now let's also bring along a beautiful poem, to better describe the emotions, feelings, facts, events, and thoughts that will characterize that blessed island...

Georges Moustaki in Lo straniero

"The Stranger"

"With this stranger’s face
I am just a real man
even if it won’t seem so to you.

I have eyes as clear as the sea
capable only of dreaming
while now I no longer dream.

Half pirate, half artist
a wanderer, a musician
who steals almost as much as he gives.

With this mouth that will drink
from every fountain it sees
and perhaps will never stop.

With this stranger’s face
I have traversed my life
without knowing where to go.
It was the summer sun
and a thousand women in love
that matured my age.

I have done wrong with an open face
and sometimes I have suffered too
yet I have never cried.

And my soul, you know
will end up in purgatory
unless a miracle occurs now.

With this stranger’s face
on an abandoned ship
I have arrived to you.
Now you are a prisoner
of this splendid chimera
of this love without age.

You will be queen, and you will reign,
the things you dream of
will become reality.
Our love will last
for a brief eternity
until death comes.

Our love will last
for a brief eternity
until death comes."
 
 
Battlegods
Battlegods
8 feb 17

DeRank™: 1,25  Isola

Hüsker Dü - Celebrated Summer More than this...
 
 
Bubi
Bubi
8 feb 17

DeRank™: 0,00  Isola

For years I’ve written thrillers, dramas, fantasy; I’ve brought them with me to the island. This is the beginning of the last thing I wrote, the title is: The Beautiful Project of Stupid Woman Assunta. (Woman Assunta walks through the park with her husband Gino)
WOMAN ASSUNTA
Well, well, well, a lifetime of filling her pockets, and now what’s she doing? She’s decided to feed the poor… Well, well, well… a lifetime of being a snob, an emancipated woman, the one with the drugged daughter whom I take to five-thousand-a-month clinics… she’s tired of belonging to the miserable race of those who make their pockets jingle… well, well, well, she wants to save some junkie loser… every morning when I wake up I see her in her lovely bathrobe, her little legs all thin and groomed, looking like two toothpicks, the breasts costing ten thousand euros at the surgeon, and us? We’ve got calluses on our hands serving her… and everyone can see it, but now she doesn’t want to be part of the scum that’s ruined the world, but it doesn’t occur to her to become a builder, no! Well, well, well, she gives money to the poor and continues to sleep among pillows, and on Saturdays it’s shopping with her polished nails, so the poor will all be fine, and the only ones left doing forced labor will continue to be us, junkies will all be fine, but she’s not bringing any junkies home, no, help yes, but far from me!! Because they smell, and she’s not helping the homeless, I don’t want homeless people in my house because they smell even worse… and what about the gypsies, has she thought about them yet?... But of course she has, she’s definitely thought about it… (changes voice) one of these days I’ll invite one of them to eat the best pecorino I’ve got, aged! Or the pata negra, but with a cordial and a little prosecco, but don’t we want to give a nice prosecco to those filthy gypsies?... (pause) Dirty, bastards, and she’s a bastard too… someone should rape her Gino, well, well, well, and we can’t tolerate this… and we will give her a stop, we will, for sure.
 
 
mrbluesky
mrbluesky
7 feb 17

DeRank™: 1,25  Isola

IL VELIERO - LUCIO BATTISTI

the sailboat waiting for Bubi eh buddy hi
 
 
MrGMauro
MrGMauro
7 feb 17

DeRank™: 6,49  Isola

Talking about what to bring with us to this longed-for deserted island, we are going step by step, and after friendship, love, freedom, and other beautiful noble feelings, this time it’s the turn of the desire for peace, just as this beautiful song sings:

David Crosby - What Are Their Names

"What are their names"

"I wonder who the men are
that really lead this country
and I wonder why they do it
in such a reckless way.
Can you tell me what their names are
and on which street they live?
I would like to run away this afternoon
and give them
a part of my thoughts
that concern peace for humanity.
Peace is not
such a complicated thing
to ask for."
 
 
MrGMauro
MrGMauro
6 feb 17

DeRank™: 6,15  Isola

And if our blessed deserted island corresponded to "paradise," as understood in Christianity, as this passage suggests?

Eric Clapton - Tears In Heaven [traduzione in italiano]

"tears in heaven"

"would you know my name
if I saw you in heaven?
would it be the same
if I saw you in heaven?

I must be strong
and carry on,
'cause I know I don’t belong
here in
 
 
Bubi
Bubi
6 feb 17

DeRank™: 0,00  Isola

I'm bringing this instrumental to the island as well Dick Dale & The Del Tones "Misirlou" 1963
 
 
Bubi
Bubi
6 feb 17

DeRank™: 0,00  Isola

We also need to save the great Louis; his version of Kurt Weill's song is the one I prefer. Louis Armstrong: Mack the knife
 
 
serenella
serenella
5 feb 17

DeRank™: 1,25  Isola

L'ottava meraviglia: la collezione Guggenheim di Venezia - Repubblica Tv - la Repubblica.it
Proposal: we are still on one of the 118 small islands in the historic center of Venice (the list of all the other islands in the lagoon is quite long...) we can close the bridges from Campo San Vio that connect this island to the Punta della Dogana, and we keep the Peggy Guggenheim Collection all to ourselves, and maybe something else... let's hope @g agrees!
 
 
Bubi
Bubi
5 feb 17

DeRank™: 3,31  Isola

the group of an excellent author: Ric Ocasek The Cars - You Might Think (OFFICIAL MUSIC VIDEO)
 
 
MrGMauro
MrGMauro
5 feb 17

DeRank™: 1,10  Isola

Since we are discussing how to create a new perfect world on our Island, free from all evil, here, as an absolute and perfect value to bring with us down there, I have already evoked noble feelings like Friendship, Love, and Solidarity, but above all Freedom. And speaking of the latter, I’d like to highlight it with this beautiful Italian piece where it is understood as rebellion and revolt against a mediocre world, full of rules and devoid of true freedom.

Area - Consapevolezza

"Awareness"

"If one day you want
your brain
you will know what you already do:
break the ties, they along with you.

Travel in the sky on iron cables
among silent steel voices that speak
Let your elevator leave.

Then you will see
all the squalid reality
of a taboo that humanity
has always lived without freedom
all the love reduced to nothing
rests old among moldy monsters
Let your elevator leave.

Smash against the wall without mercy
Your morality that still wants you
imprisoned among mediocrity
Let your elevator leave
Let it go and take the power."
 
 
Bubi
Bubi
5 feb 17

DeRank™: 1,37  Isola

Some may find a history lesson a bit heavy, but it’s one of my passions and I’m bringing Barbero with me to the island. Come scoppiano le guerre? - La seconda guerra mondiale
 
 
Bubi
Bubi
5 feb 17

DeRank™: 0,83  Isola

Cream - I Feel Free (Original Video Clip)
 
 
MrGMauro
MrGMauro
5 feb 17

DeRank™: 6,12  Isola

We’ve been on this island for a while, and by mere chance we meet Mick Jagger, what the hell!!!, who tells us "give me shelter, or I will fade away," and you either take him in, out of our goodness, or you throw him into the sea, or better yet, to the bottom of a pool, just like Brian Jones was found dead after a furious argument with the other members of the group over issues of interest???

Gimme Shelter 1969 - The Rolling Stone

"[Intro]
Oooooh

[Verse 1]
Ooh, a storm is threatening
My very life today
If I don't find some shelter
Ooh yeah, I'm gonna fade away

[Chorus]
War, children
It's just a shot away, it's just a shot away
War, children
It's just a shot away, it's just a shot away

[Verse 2]
Ooh, see the fire is sweeping
Our very street today
Burning like a red carpet
Bull on the loose has lost your way

[Chorus]
War, children
It's just a shot away, it's just a shot away
War, children
It's just a shot away, it's just a shot away

[Guitar Solo]

[Bridge]
Rape, murder!
It's just a shot away, it's just a shot away
Rape, murder!
It's just a shot away, it's just a shot away
Rape, murder!
It's just a shot away, it's just a shot away

[Verse 3]
Mmm, floods are threatening
My very life today
Give me, give me shelter
Or I will fade away

[Chorus – Variation]
War, children
It's just a shot away, it's just a shot away
It's just a shot away, it's just a shot away
It's just a shot away

[Outro]
I tell you love, sister
It's just a kiss away, it's just a kiss away
It's just a kiss away, it's just a kiss away
It's just a kiss away, (kiss away kiss away)

[Guitar Solo]"
 
 
Bubi
Bubi
4 feb 17

DeRank™: 2,52  Isola

Dinosaur Jr. - Freak Scene
 
 
Bubi
Bubi
4 feb 17

DeRank™: 0,83  Isola

I Bleed - The Pixies
 
 
Bubi
Bubi
4 feb 17

DeRank™: 0,00  Isola

Dinosaur Jr. equals Lazy melodies and killer guitar J Mascis and the Fog - Where'd you go
 
 
Bubi
Bubi
4 feb 17

DeRank™: 0,83  Isola

Let's move on with the Pixies, the song is called DeBaser... has anyone been inspired by it? Pixies - Debaser
 
 
MrGMauro
MrGMauro
4 feb 17

DeRank™: 0,83  Isola

In case there’s someone you care about, and who is waiting for you on this mythical deserted island, send them this reassuring message

Sam and Dave - Hold on I'm coming

"Hang in There, I'm Coming"

Never feel sad
Lean on me when times are tough
When the day breaks and you're feeling low
In a raging river about to drown
All you have to do is hang on, I’m coming
Hang on, I’m coming
I’m coming, your lover
If you get cold, yes, I’ll be your blanket
Don’t you worry, because I’m coming
There’s no need to suffer, baby, because I’m coming
All you have to do is hang on, I’m coming
Hang on, I’m coming
Hang on, I’m coming
Hang on, I’m coming
Come to me to feel fulfilled, yes
Call my name, yes, as a reaction
Yes, yes, yes, yes
So, never feel sad
Lean on me
When the day breaks and you’re feeling low, baby
In a raging river about to drown
All you have to do is hang on, I’m coming
Hang on, I’m coming
All you have to do is hang on
(Don't worry)
I’m coming
(Here we go)
Hang on
(We’re about to save you)
I’m coming
(Yes) All you have to do is hang on
(Don't worry)
I’m coming
(Here I am)
 
 
serenella
serenella
3 feb 17

DeRank™: 3,50  Isola

This is a Japanese drum line!
Gaijin, I wanted to remind you that in three years the Olympics will be held in Japan! You have no idea how hard the people of these Pacific islands are working to host the Olympic Games, which you should visit eventually, both for the natural beauty and to discover some aspects of a people racing at full speed into the future (just take a ride on a Nozomi train of the shinkansen line!) but who has managed to preserve their traditions and courtesy.
Arigato gozaimasu for reading these few insignificant lines of mine. Konnichiwa, or if you prefer sayounara.
 
 
Bubi
Bubi
3 feb 17

DeRank™: 0,00  Isola

Another extraordinary track by Dinosaur Jr DINOSAUR JR " ALMOST READY " Music video
 
 
Bubi
Bubi
3 feb 17

DeRank™: 0,83  Isola

I'm moving on with the Pixies, this is their most beautiful song. Pixies - Where Is My Mind (Official Video)
 
 
MrGMauro
MrGMauro
3 feb 17

DeRank™: 0,00  Isola

Indeed, it's just so; our everyday world is populated by spies of every kind, who do it out of pleasure, vice, or need, as often happens in the workplace for career reasons. And here you must pay close attention because their disguises are many and unpredictable, or in the context of the condominium, the so-called "doormen" in their spare time, who know everything about everyone and spy on you from behind their shutters, or even from those envious individuals who carefully measure our way of living, especially our weaknesses and flaws. In short, be cautious in this world because you are practically surrounded; but have you ever noticed how unpleasant these people are? If the idea of exiling yourself to a desert island is also to escape from these charming characters, then be very careful not to bring them along disguised as something else, us included alas, perhaps as eavesdroppers and voyeurs, even involuntary ones, eh eh...

Signed: from one who, though as a good Friend, is inexorably framing you day by day based on your musical tastes, your way of approaching others, and everything that inadvertently or not shines through from your posts and your replies, or even from your silences that might seem apparently meaningless...

The Doors The Spy

“I am a spy
In the house of love
I know the dream
You go dreaming of
I know the word
You’re aching to hear
I know the most profound and secret of your fears.
I am a spy
In the house of love
I know the dream
You go dreaming of
I know the word
You’re aching to hear
I know the most profound and secret of your fears.
I know everything
Everything you do
Wherever you go
Whoever you know.
I am a spy
In the house of love
I know the dream
You go dreaming of
I know the word
You’re aching to hear
I know the most profound and secret of your fears
I know the most profound and secret of your fears
I know the most profound and secret of your fears.”
 
 
Bubi
Bubi
3 feb 17

DeRank™: 4,38  Isola

I like them more or less like the Pixies. The guitarist J Mascis is one of the best Dinosaur Jr - Little Fury Things
 
 
Bubi
Bubi
3 feb 17

DeRank™: 0,83  Isola

one of the most beautiful tracks by the Pixies, my favorite rock band of the last 30 years Pixies - Here Comes Your Man
 
 
Bubi
Bubi
3 feb 17

DeRank™: 1,67  Isola

Rock track from about twenty years ago Pulp - Common People
 
 
MrGMauro
MrGMauro
2 feb 17

DeRank™: 1,10  Isola

Hey friends, the idea of retreating to a deserted island, escaping from this world, although desired by many of us, isn't it perhaps an idea that requires the determination typical of the mad?
Who among us can give up so many comforts and functionalities of today? And then, not having hot water, heating, having to go hunt for daily food, doing without fashionable clothes, gadgets and electronic devices, the web and social media, in short, going back to living an essential life like hundreds and hundreds of years ago? Hm, think about it a bit before boarding this ship of fools...

The Doors - Ship of Fools (Remastered)

"The human race was there dying
People left there screaming and shouting
People walking on the moon
The smoke will have you pretty soon
Everyone was there just dangling
Staring and leaning
Hanging and holding tight
I hope our little world holds on.
Oh yes, Mr. Bon Voyage arrived
Looking for a new ship
Come on people better get on board
Come on little we're going home now
Ship of fools ship of fools.

The human race was there dying
No one left screaming and shouting
People walking on the moon
The smoke will have you pretty soon
Ship of fools ship of fools
Ship of fools ship of fools
Ship
Ship
Ship"
 
 
Bubi
Bubi
2 feb 17

DeRank™: 0,00  Isola

Love - The Daily Planet
 
 
genevincent
genevincent
2 feb 17

DeRank™: 1,71  Isola

BOOK: "72 Days" by Nando Parrado (one of the survivors) and Vince Rause
ALBUM: "Fear Of Music" by the Talking Heads
 
 
Bubi
Bubi
2 feb 17

DeRank™: 0,00  Isola

Love - The Red Telephone
 
 
Bubi
Bubi
1 feb 17

DeRank™: 0,00  Isola

Love - Andmoreagain
 
 
MrGMauro
MrGMauro
1 feb 17

DeRank™: 1,10  Isola

of course on a deserted island violence, oppression, and weapons of any kind are strictly banned, but plenty of "Peace & Love"
 
 
Bubi
Bubi
1 feb 17

DeRank™: 5,86  Isola

Love - Alone Again Or
 
 
MrGMauro
MrGMauro
1 feb 17

DeRank™: 1,25  Isola

So we arrived on this blessed deserted island, and the only person present, clearly of the opposite sex, and who luckily for us is called Suzanne Vega for this occasion, subtly asks us; "Do you know where friendship ends and passion doesn't begin?

Suzanne Vega - Stockings

"I'm not interested in tights," she says
and doesn't tell me why
She lifts her skirt above the knee
revealing a brown thigh

I see, I say, and ask her
how her little slim fingers
skillfully pull up
the threads of the last sleep

Do you know where friendship ends
and passion doesn't begin?
It's between the binding of
the stockings and her skin.
(oh yeah)

She stayed so late I thought
she had asked me to go dancing
But something in the way she laughed
told me I had no chance

The fiction in her family
was that she had never been beautiful
I would say she was very
I didn’t see the price

Do you know where friendship ends
and passion doesn't begin?
When the gin and tonic
makes the room start spinning.
(oh yeah)

There may be attraction here
but it could never bloom
So I’m left to read her mind now
in this witching hour

Here’s no game for those who claim
to be easily bruised
But how can I complain
when she is so easily amused
 
 
Bubi
Bubi
31 jan 17

DeRank™: 1,10  Isola

A light in the night. A minithriller I wrote, inspired by a song by Springsteen and one by Waits.
That Tom "Greasy Thumb" and I were not made for each other was clear to me from the moment we were introduced. I didn’t like his way of doing things, I didn’t like anything about him. And then, he was black. I didn’t like Lory either, his girlfriend, the one with the scar on her shoulder. She didn’t talk much, but she watched, she watched me. I don’t know why, but I always had the impression she thought... what a fool! I liked Betsy, Betsy with her petite and well-proportioned body, Betsy with no art or part. The other night we roamed the alleys of Riverside, with Tom and the chubby Lory. The woman took the bottle from my hand to pour herself a few more fingers as she sat down next to the black guy who was crouched on the steps of an old church. You said to me, "I’m scared!" Without answering, I pulled you into my arms. Your petite body intoxicated me more than all the alcohol we had gulped down. A shiver ran through you, we lay down on the ground and made love on the stinking pavement. "Don’t you hear this music too?" You said. "It’s coming from every door, every crack." I looked up and saw a light illuminating the alley. The music grew livelier, became frantic, a gypsy ballad. Gypsies emerged from the shadows, dancing, shaping their profiles in that magical light. We no longer smelled the stench of garbage; the magic of that night had transported us far from that misery. Tom was bleeding and it couldn’t be seen, leaning against an old Chevy, smoking and watching us. Lory was near him with her elbow resting on his shoulder. She watched, swinging the empty bottle between her fingers. If Tom said, "Hey you, give me a cigarette," all the guys would search for their pack. That was Tom "Greasy Thumb." All the kids wanted to be like him. He spat on the ground and hurled the bottle at the milk truck. And Tom laughed... but he was bleeding and it couldn’t be seen. He grabbed me by the neck, slammed me against the car, and put out my cigarette on my hand. "You look like two rats in the garbage," he said. The music had ended. I managed to pull out my old Walther and shot him in the head. The spell was broken; Tom was no longer bleeding.
 
 
Bubi
Bubi
31 jan 17

DeRank™: 2,52  Isola

I play this album all the way through, one track after another. A masterpiece!! Love - A House Is Not A Motel
 
 
Bubi
Bubi
31 jan 17

DeRank™: 0,00  Isola

Ingrandisci questa immagine
 
 
MrGMauro
MrGMauro
30 jan 17

DeRank™: 2,62  Isola

always about how important friendship is, especially if you decide to bring only positive things and feelings with you to a desert island...

Carole King - You've Got a Friend

"When you're down and out
and you need love and attention
and nothing, nothing seems to go right
close your eyes and think of me
and I will come
to light up your dark nights
just call my name
you know where I am
I’ll hurry to see you again
Winter, Spring, Summer or Fall
all you have to do is call me
and I will come

If the sky above you
turns dark and cloudy
and that old north wind begins to blow
keep your cool and
call my name out loud
soon you’ll hear my knocking at your door

just call my name
you know where I am
I’ll hurry to see you again
Winter, Spring, Summer or Fall
all you have to do is call me
and I will come

it's nice to know you have a friend
among all those cold people
they hurt you and leave you
they take your soul if you let them
oh, but you won't let them

just call my name
you know where I am
I’ll hurry to see you again
Winter, Spring, Summer or Fall
all you have to do is call me
and I will come"
 
 
Bubi
Bubi
30 jan 17

DeRank™: 0,00  Isola

How much time has passed? How much longer will it last? My spirit is young, my mind bursts with energy. But my body sleeps and slowly withers. How many times have I seen my hand tremble? My eyes flutter? My heart feel afraid? I feel useless like a used condom, redundant like trash. A spit on the wall. My soul rebels and seeks peace. My face asks for a smile of joy. I want to escape from this loneliness, which I feed on, in which I take refuge and is the only state in which I realize myself. I am a prisoner of my pride and the fear of leaving this condition of non-being. My life is an inert thing, time has embalmed it, now it is a corpse and dries in the sun like a piece of shit.
 
 
Carlos
Carlos
29 jan 17

DeRank™: 2,62  Isola

An escape? The Equals "Police On My Back" (Studio) Eddy Grant clash uk pop
 
 
MrGMauro
MrGMauro
29 jan 17

DeRank™: 2,62  Isola

Excuse me for the somewhat obvious question, but moving "arms and baggage" to a deserted island isn't really a "Escape," as the following song suggests?

Rupert Holmes - Escape The Piña Colada Song (Guardians of The Galaxy Soundtrack)

"I was tired of my lady, we'd been together too long
Like a worn-out recording of a favorite song
So while she was sleeping, I read the paper in bed
And in the personal columns, there was this ad:

'If you like Pina Coladas, and getting caught in the rain
If you're not into yoga, if you have half a brain
If you like making love at midnight in the dunes of the cape
I'm the love that you've looked for, write to me and escape.'

I didn't think about my lady, I know it seems cruel
But me and my old lady, we'd fallen into the same old dull routine
So I wrote to the paper, took out a personal ad
And though I'm not a poet, I thought it wasn't bad.

'Yes, I like Pina Coladas and getting caught in the rain
My health food is just a little bit lacking, I like champagne
I gotta meet you tomorrow at noon and cut through all this routine
At a bar called O'Malley's, where we'll plan our escape.'

So I waited with high hopes, then she walked in the place
I knew her smile in
 
 
Bubi
Bubi
29 jan 17

DeRank™: 2,20  Isola

Rather unknown, his biggest success was Barefootin, but I like this one even more Robert Parker - Let's Go Baby (Where The Action Is)
 
 
MrGMauro
MrGMauro
28 jan 17

DeRank™: 1,37  Isola

Gabrielle Aplin English Rain - Home

In addition to the feelings of Friendship, Love, and Freedom, which are part of us regardless, even on a hypothetical deserted island, and that we've discussed in previous posts, there’s another equally important feeling: that of belonging to our roots and friendly places, which we might more simply call "Home."

"I’m a phoenix in the water,
A fish that has learned to fly,
And I've always been a daughter,
But feathers are made for the sky.
So I’m wishing, wishing more intently,
For something exciting to happen,
It’s just that I’d rather spark chaos
Than live on the razor's edge of this knife.

With every little disaster
I’ll let the waters calm,
Take me away, to a place that truly exists.

Because they say:
Home is the place where your heart is carved in stone
It’s the place you go when you feel lonely
It’s the place you go to rest your bones.
It’s not just where you lie down
It’s not just where you make your bed.
As long as we’re together,
Does it matter where we go?
Home... home... home... home

So when I’m ready to be braver,
And my wounds will have healed with time,
Well-being will rest upon my back,
And I’ll bury my future, leave it behind.
I’ll always keep you with me,
I’ll always think of you,
But in the darkness, there’s something that shines
I'll never know if I don’t try.

With every little disaster
I’ll let the waters calm,
Take me away, to a place that truly exists.

Because they say:
Home is the place where your heart is carved in stone
It’s the place you go when you feel lonely
It’s the place you go to rest your bones.
It’s not just where you lie down
It’s not just where you make your bed.
As long as we’re together,
Does it matter where we go?
Home... home... home... home
Home... home... home... home

Because they say:
Home is the place where your heart is carved in stone
It’s the place you go when you feel lonely
It’s the place you go to rest your bones.
It’s not just where you lie down
It’s not just where you make your bed.
As long as we’re together,
Does it matter where we go?
Home... home... home... home
Home... home... home... home."
 
 
Bubi
Bubi
28 jan 17

DeRank™: 1,37  Isola

about Mercy, mercy, mercy
 
 
Battlegods
Battlegods
27 jan 17

DeRank™: 5,08  Isola

Buffalo Springfield - 04 - Nowadays Clancy Can't Even Sing (by EarpJohn) @[hjhhjij] Surprise!
 
 
MrGMauro
MrGMauro
27 jan 17

DeRank™: 1,25  Isola

just to talk about Love (to be rediscovered on a deserted island)

Jim Croce - Time in a bottle - 1973

"Time in a bottle"

"If I could save time in a bottle
The first thing that I'd like to do
Is to save every day
'Til eternity's through
Just to spend them with you

If I could make days last forever
If words could make wishes come true
I'd save every day like a treasure
And then, again, I would spend them with you.

But it seems there never seems to be enough time
To do the things you want to do, once you find them
I've looked around enough to know
That you're the one I want to spend my time with

If I had a box of wishes
And dreams that never came true
The box would be empty
Except for the memory of how
They were answered by you!

But it seems there never seems to be enough time
To do the things you want to do, once you find them!
I've looked around enough to know
That you're the one I want to spend my time with."
 
 
Bubi
Bubi
27 jan 17

DeRank™: 1,37  Isola

A. Piazzolla. Libertango