: Ragazzi non si dorme mai e qui c'e un caldo micidiale non si dorme mai e tra un'ora poi andiamo a cantare al Festival di Gabicce Mare si pronto..si
: (Bowie) The Children of the summer's end Gathered in the dampened grass We played Our songs and felt the London sky Resting on our hands It was God
: Don't care about a thing today I used to but I'm fed up And I can hear the words you say I wish that you would shut up I got responsiblity That is
: Its of an Irishman I'm going to tell you Free from Ireland sailed away Where he was to he was not contended Made up his mind for to go away Early
: Al festival Slow-Folk di Bi-Milano il complesso rock nostalgico <a href="http://www.testimania.com/">Testi Canzoni</a> di "trapple" meccanico
: 500,000 Halos ... outshined the mud and history. We washed and drank in God?s tears of Joy, And for once...and for everyone... the truth was not a
: (Instrumental)
pas un rond Et pourtant j'roule des mecaniques C'est fou le nombre de filles a fric Elles sont toutes bonnes dans c'festival C'est toutes des bombes
headmaster's chair Harvest festival See the two who've been chosen See them walk hand in hand to the front of the hall Harvest festival Harvest festival
the wad the wind is howling and the sea is boiling down! the mind is the water! the mind is the water! cuz it's a mushroom festival in hell
love's delight, yeah) Come to the love festival, baby, come on (There'll be fun because the mood is right Love festival, love festival, love festival
Go away, never return Lovers play, while some of us burn It's high time to release your mind When can you come join the festival fun? Dream three days
If I go to Gloucester you know I will Wait there for you The Rhumb Line is waiting there too You know it's worth the nights we wait there It all falls
[Blackie / Big Boss] Sprightly Celebrating in His name will break out In the streams of blood we will wash our Hearts And from the broken skulls of our
It takes a hundred miles of love To heal a mile of pain I never say goodbye to the scene And I never blow out a flame And I got white lies for dark times
I'm not sure what worries me more The fact that I'm talking to the wall Or that the wall keeps answering me Saying that I've heard it all before Never
You can run away from home But you can't run away from your pain Now I sit here alone As I waste someone else to blame It's up to you now, it's up to
You may be a cheap date But my therapy's expensive as hell Then you pay a psychic healer who let you know Things aren't working out so well Tomorrow'
