Claudio Baglioni
Dai rifai quel letto su stai sempre a dormire tu!
Noi non ci prendiamo più per niente...
io a volte...ho fame, sai...
dio! che rabbia che mi fai...
tu prima l'amore e poi dormire.
E stiamo qui in questa stanza in affitto
un letto un bagno una cucina.
Incomprensione torto o ragione malinconia...
la sera e la mattina
e stiamo qui oggi come ieri chi dice no chi dice sì.
Mio dio però voglio uscirne fuori
ma tanto so che non potrei
lasciare lei... lasciare lei... lasciare lei...
Io me ne andrei (riproviamo un'altra volta
non è detto e poi...non si sa mai)
io me ne andrei via (cominciamo dal principio
tutto quanto vuoi?!...)
Io me ne andrei (mi dai una mano?...)
a cercare lontano (non ci vuole poi tanto)
una casa nel vento (per ricominciare)
e poi volare in alto dove tu non sei. (son sicuro che ce la farai...)
Io me ne andrei
lo faccio sai... lo faccio sai... e poi
ma tu che vuoi dicendo..."e noi..."
che importa... noi...
io qui...tu la bicchieri vuoti
vestiti cicche sopra il pavimento...
che confusione! maledizione!
che giorno e'...? devo aver perso il conto...
io qui...tu là a guardare il soffitto
come si può...come si fa...
dio mio però come sono ridotto
io non lo so che ho fatto mai!!
Ho paura sai...ho paura sai...ho paura sai
Io me ne andrei (riproviamo un'altra volta.
non e' detto e poi...non si sa mai)
Io me ne andrei via. (cominciamo dal principio
tutto quanto vuoi?!...)
Io me ne andrei (mi dai una mano?...)
a cercare lontano (non ci vuole poi tanto)
una casa nel vento (per ricominciare)
e poi volare in alto dove tu non sei
(la parola "fine" non esiste mai).
Io me ne andrei lo faccio lo sai...lo faccio lo sai
e poi...vedrai ma tu...che vuoi!!...
dicendo... "e noi... " che importa... noi..
io no, non parlo più...
tu resta a dormire, tu
io, io sto affondando giù...da solo.

Very superstitious, writing’s on the wall,
Very superstitious, ladders bout’ to fall,
Thirteen month old baby, broke the lookin’ glass
Seven years of bad luck, the good things in your past.

When you believe in things that you don’t understand,
Then you suffer,
Superstition ain’t the way

Very superstitious, wash your face and hands,
Rid me of the problem, do all that you can,
Keep me in a daydream, keep me goin’ strong,
You don’t wanna save me, sad is my song.

When you believe in things that you don’t understand,
Then you suffer,
Superstition ain’t the way, yeh, yeh.

Very superstitious, nothin’ more to say,
Very superstitious, the devil’s on his way,
Thirteen month old baby, broke the lookin’ glass,
Seven years of bad luck, good things in your past

When you believe in things that you don’t understand,
Then you suffer,
Superstition ain’t the way, no, no, no

He talks about the people going under.

Only child know...

A man decides after seventy years,
That what he goes there for, is to unlock the door.
While those around him criticize and sleep...
And through a fractal on a breaking wall,
I see you my friend, and touch your face again.
Miracles will happen as we trip.

But we're never gonna survive, unless...
We get a little crazy
No we're never gonna survive, unless...
We are a little...

Cray...cray...cray...

...Crazy yellow people walking through my head.
One of them's got a gun, to shoot the other one.
And yet together they were friends at school
Ohh, get it, get it, get it, get it no no!

If all were there when we first took the pill,
Then maybe, then maybe, then maybe, then maybe...
Miracles will happen as we speak.

But we're never gonna survive unless...
We get a little crazy.
No we're never gonna survive unless...
We are a little...
Crazy...
No no, never survive, unless we get a little... bit...

Oh, a little bit...
Oh, a little bit...

Oh...
Oh...

Amanda decides to go along after seventeen years...

Oh darlin...
In a sky full of people, only some want to fly,
Isn't that crazy?
In a world full of people, only some want to fly,
Isn't that crazy?
Crazy...
In a heaven of people there's only some want to fly,
Ain't that crazy?
Oh babe... Oh darlin...
In a world full of people there's only some want to fly,
Isn't that crazy?
Isn't that crazy... Isn't that crazy... Isn't that crazy...

Ohh...
But we're never gonna survive unless, we get a little crazy.. crazy..
No we're never gonna to survive unless we are a little... crazy..
But we're never gonna survive unless, we get a little crazy.. crazy..
No we're never gonna to survive unless, we are a little.. crazy..
No no, never survive unless, we get a little bit...

And then you see things
The size
Of which you've never known before

They'll break it

Someday...

Only child know....

Them things
The size
Of which you've never known before

Someday...
Someway...

She's got a smile that it seems to me
Reminds me of childhood memories
Where everything
Was as fresh as the bright blue sky
Now and then when I see her face
She takes me away to that special place
And if I'd stare too long
I'd probably break down and cry


Sweet child o' mine
Sweet love of mine


She's got eyes of the bluest skies
As if they thought of rain
I hate to look into those eyes
And see an ounce of pain
Her hair reminds me of a warm safe place
Where as a child I'd hide
And pray for the thunder
And the rain
To quietly pass me by


Sweet child o' mine
Sweet love of mine


Where do we go
Where do we go now
Where do we go
Sweet child o' mine

Guns N' Roses

Mother doesn't know where love has gone
She says it must be youth
That keeps us feeeling strong
See it in her face, that's turned to ice
And when she smiles she shows
The lines of sacrifice
And now I know what they're saying
As our sun begins to fade
And we made our love on wasteland
And through the barricades
Father made my history
He fought for what he thought
Would set us somehow free
He tought me what to say in school
I learned off by heart
But now that's torn in two
And now I know what they're saying
In the music of the parade
We made our love on wasteland
And through the barricades
Born on different sides of life
We feel the same
And feel all of this strife
So come to me when I'm asleep
We'll cross the line
And dance upon the street
And now I know what they're saying
As the drums begin to fade
We made our love on wasteland
And through the barricades
Oh, turn around and I'll be there
There's a scar right through my heart
But I'll bare it again
I thought we were the human race
But we were just another border-line-case
And the stars reach down and tell us
That there's always one escape
I don't know where love has gone
And in this trouble land
Desperation keep us strong
Fridays child is full of soul
With nothing left to lose
There's everything to go
And now I know what they're are saying
It's a terrible beauty we've made
So we make our love on wasteland
And through the barricades
Now I know what they're are saying
as hearts go to their graves
we made our love on?wasteland
And through the barricades.

Spandau Ballet 1986