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    MR Styles
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    00 30/07/2006 02:46
    Ho bisogno di un parere:
    You listen to all the lies that they say
    You believe in everything that you read 'bout your hero
    Think of all the delusions
    Waiting for a conclusion
    Death, without any doubt
    Even though they want to live

    Slowly fade away while we care 'bout a book
    History dictated by someone
    No proofs
    As you're blinded
    And as your mind dissipates
    And will be safely corrupted

    Who knows who was there?
    Who can survive while they're the virus of Earth?
    Who can still believe to a book?
    Who can survive while the fools are around us?
    Who will guide us to open our mind
    very quietly and safely?

    They said: "You're the only one who can save us...
    you're the only one who can guide us to the truth
    who can guide us in search of our spirit
    of our rebel mind"
    And still, who knows who are you?
    Who knows The Man?

    As a martyr
    As a killer
    He was killed for us, they say
    I can't see no results
    "The spirit of the mind will come inside me
    I need a cross!"

    "I need a damn cross!
    I need a damn cross!
    I need a damn cross!
    I need a damn cross"
    What a lie...
    What a lie...

    Standing proudly with my ignorance and my infidelity
    Shadows of the history became more significant
    Arrogance and ignorance will own the world
    The books and the believing will be killed
    Damn you, you believing liars
    I need you, My Little Wing!

    And now...I can hardly see what's in there
    A brilliant white light hit me...
    It's doing it again
    It's hard to see My Wing with this powerful light
    This light that creates new games
    New thinkings, and new hopes

    You should enter the light, look through the eyes of The Man
    And scream to him:
    "I'm not living a life, I'm living a whole lie full of suffering
    I never had a life, She never had a life
    It's time you should save one
    And bring you upon non-believers"

    Hands to the sky
    All of us we're crying
    Nothing changed
    Destruction has been made
    Look him in the eyes, watch his suffering
    Sadically laugh, and kill him again

    Before I will say goodbye, My Little Wing
    I simply need your help
    Fetch me the spirit, give me the power of the flames
    Give me the power of the five senses
    Give me the power of the nature
    Give me my cross

    Che melodia mettereste a questo mio testo? Lenta e psichedelica o cos'altro?
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    !Darkside.
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    00 31/07/2006 00:20
    Un qualcosa alla Comfortably numb, con un intermezzo diverso nel pezzo del martire e della croce.
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    Ma una maledetta voce mi diceva dentro, che era là anche lui, l'estraneo, di fronte a me, nello specchio. In attesa come me, con gli occhi chiusi. C'era, e io non lo vedevo. Non mi vedeva neanche lui, perché aveva, come me, gli occhi chiusi.
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    mezzanaccio
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    00 09/08/2006 13:19
    Ma non è un casino incastrare una melodia a un testo già fatto? Non è meglio fare il contrario?
  • LOST HIGHWAY
    00 09/08/2006 14:03
    Re:
    Scritto da: !Darkside. 31/07/2006 0.20
    Un qualcosa alla Comfortably numb, con un intermezzo diverso nel pezzo del martire e della croce.


    Minchia Jeff hai tirato un pezzo proprio "facile" da eguagliare!
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    !Darkside.
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    00 09/08/2006 14:46
    Re: Re:
    Scritto da: LOST HIGHWAY 09/08/2006 14.03


    Minchia Jeff hai tirato un pezzo proprio "facile" da eguagliare!
    [SM=g27828]


    E vabbè, io intendevo come stile... [SM=g27828]
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    Ma una maledetta voce mi diceva dentro, che era là anche lui, l'estraneo, di fronte a me, nello specchio. In attesa come me, con gli occhi chiusi. C'era, e io non lo vedevo. Non mi vedeva neanche lui, perché aveva, come me, gli occhi chiusi.
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