Tag: TV

Missing things is all I ever do But I wouldn’t be missing them If it weren’t for you Missing things is all I ever do Cause I don’t settle For no substitutes Gonna send you

You called in sick for work Leaving some details unspoken And spent the day in bed ‘Cause your beating heart was broken Paracetamol and Countdown On mute on the TV Thinking, ‘Have I always been

La beauté est une arme Vraiment très pleine de charme Car la beauté a la force Sans faire mal Et sans qu’elle vous force C’est l’arme de braise De ce coeur fier Qui chauffe, lève

I’m the baddest, I’m the goddess, I’m the one that spoke Your mental highness make me die miss make me wanna choke I’ve got a list of all I’ve wanted, wanted in this girl So

Switch on Pina, beautiful angel Take my hand, lead me Across the sand To the promised land Face the sun Face the truth Face the enemy Oh, Pina, face the truth in me Fading scars,

Não consigo mais me concentrar Vou tentar alguma coisa para melhorar É importante, todos me dizem Mas nada me acontece como eu queria Estou perdido, sei que estou Cego para assuntos banais Problemas do cotidiano

Soon as the sun goes down we’re gonna take a little walk outside Down past the river, down by the railroad tracks You and I all alone beneath the glow of the city lights High

I heard your footsteps on my wooden floor It was on that bed that we ignored the TV we used for light Your fingertips were so secure When you spoke I felt your words burning

Don’t go dumb, we ain’t that close to the bay I’m just talking about, some of the things that we say It seems we’re all at war, with a sinister art They use the supermarket

Press the button Here we go now I can’t get no satisfaction I can’t get no satisfaction ‘Cause I try, and I try, and I try, and I try I can’t get me no, I

-Diegetico, politico, poetico! “Natale con la casta” Nei migliori cinema!- La TV è come la mafia: non se ne esce Se non da morti Uno che conoscevamo ci è riuscito Però poi si è impiccato

[Verse 1] My brain is a scary place So I spend my time on the internet Surf waves on a board that’s made of keys All my friends are usernames and passwords That light up my screen, but afterwards

Feelin’ like I’ve got to leave Not sure where I’m supposed to be Stumble on down to another dive Have a drink for a live Well, I only wanna be there Isolation Isolation Isolation Isolation

In a bottle On a shelf A little me In a tiny house In a little world With no one else I blink and stare the day away Little later Step out my door Look

I went down to the field At the edge of our town And I looked at the water And I looked further down Hey hey should I drown Or can I swim that far Oh

[Verse 1] Oh, on Franklin and Normandy, a house ’bout eighteen deep Kids play in bloody streets, but why? Is dope and pro-misery a note for you and me? You’re taught to live and breathe