Inner Smile (Sorriso Interiore)

On 16 novembre 2010, in Varie, by PaRRoT

Yeh, yeh
Yeh, yeh
Yeh, yeh
Yeh, yeh
Yeh, yeh
Yeh, yeh
Oh yeh

You gave me something
Like loving
And took me in so soon
You took my feelings
>From nothing
Came back at noon
Just maybe
I’m ready
To show myself to you

So if I lose my patience
You must try to understand
(try to understand)
If I lose my patience
Oh yeh

Cause you make me feel
(Yeh, yeh (rep.))
Cause you make me feel wild
You touch my inner smile
You got me in the mood
So come on and make your rule
And free me

You make my wishes
As much as
Your kisses make me blue
You’ve found my river
Now will you
Escape away too
But mayby
I’m ready
I’m falling into you

So if I lose my patience
You must try to understand
(try to understand)
If I lose my patience
Oh yeh

Cause you make me feel
(Yeh, yeh (rep.))
Cause you make me feel wild
You touch my inner smile
You got me in the mood
So come on and make your rule
And free me

Free me
Free me
Wow wow wow
Wow wow wow
Wow yeh

Cause you make me feel
(Yeh, yeh (rep.))
Cause you make me feel wild
You touch my inner smile
You got me in the mood
So come on and make your rule
And touch my inner smile

And get my fingers smile, smile, smile, yeh, yeh,

Sometimes I need to be alone
There’s times I need for you to phone
Sometimes you make me feel so high
There’s times I ask myself why

Sometimes I need to be alone
There’s times…

Texas
The Greatest Hits (2000)

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Suspicious Minds (Menti Sospette)

On 10 novembre 2010, in Varie, by PaRRoT

We’re caught in a trap
I can’t walk out
Because I love you too much baby

Why can’t you see
What you’re doing to me
When you don’t believe a word I say?

We can’t go on together
With suspicious minds
And we can’t build our dreams
On suspicious minds

So, if an old friend I know
Drops by to say hello
Would I still see suspicion in your eyes?

Here we go again
Asking where I’ve been
You can’t see these tears are real
I’m crying

We can’t go on together
With suspicious minds
And we can’t build our dreams
On suspicious minds

Oh let our love survive
Or dry the tears from your eyes
Let’s don’t let a good thing die

When honey, you know
I’ve never lied to you
Mmm yeah, yeah

Elvis Presley
Viva Elvis (2010)

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Yellow (Giallo)

On 6 novembre 2010, in Varie, by PaRRoT

Look at the stars
look how they shine for you
and everything you do
yeah they were all yellow
I came along
I wrote a song for you
and all the things you do
and it was called yellow
So then I took my turn
oh what a thing to have done
and it was all yellow

your skin
oh yeah your skin and bones
turn into something beautiful
and you know
you know I love you so
you know I love you so

I swam across
I jumped across for you
oh what a thing to do
‘cos you were all yellow
I drew a line
I drew a line for you
oh what a thing to do
and it was all yellow

and your skin
oh yeah your skin and bones
turn into something beautiful
and you know
for you I bleed myself dry
for you I bleed myself dry

it’s true
look how they shine for you
look how they shine for you
look how they shine for
look how they shine for you
look how they shine for you
look how they shine

look at the stars
look how they shine for you
and all the things that you do

Coldplay
Parachutes (2000)

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What I’ve done (Ciò che ho fatto)

On 3 novembre 2010, in Varie, by PaRRoT

In this farewell
there’s no blood
there’s no alibi

Coz I’ve drawn regret
from the truth
of the thousand lies

So let mercy come
and wash away

What I’ve done
I face myself
to cross-out what I’ve become
erase myself
and let go of what I’ve done

Put to rest
what you’ve thought of me

Well I clean this slate
with the hands of uncertainty

So let mercy come
and wash away

What I’ve done
I face myself
to cross-out what I’ve become
erase myself
and let go of what I’ve done

For what I’ve done
I start again
and whatever pain may come
today this ends
Im forgiving what I’ve done
I face myself
to cross-out what I’ve become
erase myself
and let go of what I’ve done

What I’ve done

Forgiving what I’ve done

Linkin Park
Minutes To Modnight (2007)

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Hands Held High (Mani strette al cielo)

On 1 novembre 2010, in Varie, by PaRRoT

Turn my mike up louder I got to say something
Light weights step to the side when we come in

Feel it in your chest the syllables get pumping
People on the street they panic and start running

Words on loose leaf sheet complete coming
I jump in my mind and summon the rhyme, I’m dumping

Healing the blind I promise to let the sun in
Sick of the dark ways we march to the drum and

Jump when they tell us that they wanna see jumping
Fuck that I wanna see some fists pumping

Risk something, take back what’s yours
Say something that you know they might attack you for

Cause I’m sick of being treated like I have before
Like it’s stupid standing for what I’m standing for

Like this war’s really just a different brand of war
Like it doesn’t cater the rich and abandon poor

Like they understand you in the back of the jet
When you can’t put gas in your tank

These fuckers are laughing their way to the bank and cashing the check
Asking you to have compassion and have some respect

For a leader so nervous in an obvious way
Stuttering and mumbling for nightly news to replay

And the rest of the world watching at the end of the day
In their living room laughing like “what did he say?”

[Chorus]
Amen
Amen
Amen
Amen
Amen
[End Chorus]

In my living room watching but I am not laughing
Cause when it gets tense I know what might happen

World is cold the bold men take action
Have to react or get blown into fractions

Ten years old it’s something to see
Another kid my age drug under a jeep

Taken and bound and found later under a tree
I wonder if he had thought the next one could be me

Do you see the soldiers they’re out today
They brush the dust with bullet proof vests away

It’s ironic at times like this you pray
But a bomb blew the mosque up yesterday

There’s bombs in the buses, bikes, roads
Inside your market, your shops, your clothes

My dad he’s got a lot of fear I know
But enough pride inside not to let that show

My brother had a book he would hold with pride
A little red cover with a broken spine

On the back, he hand-wrote a quote inside
When the rich wage war it’s the poor who die

Meanwhile, the leader just talks away
Stuttering and mumbling for nightly news to replay

And the rest of the world watching at the end of the day
both scared and angry like “what did he say?”

[Chorus]
Amen
Amen
Amen
Amen
Amen

With hands held high into a sky so blue
As the ocean opens up to swallow you

With hands held high into a sky so blue
As the ocean opens up to swallow you

With hands held high into a sky so blue
As the ocean opens up to swallow you

With hands held high into a sky so blue
As the ocean opens up to swallow you

With hands held high into a sky so blue
As the ocean opens up to swallow you

With hands held high into a sky so blue
As the ocean opens up to swallow you
[End Chorus]

Linkin Park
Minutes To Midnight (2007)

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