Oh What A Circus
Che: Oh what a circus
Oh what a show
Argentina has gone to town
Over the death of an actress called Eva Peron
We've all gone crazy mourning all day and mourning all night
Falling over ourselves to get all of the misery right
Oh what an exit that's how to go
When they're ringing your curtain down
Demand to be buried like Eva Peron
It's quite a sunset
And good for the country in a roundabout way
We've made the front page of all the world's papers today
But who is this Santa Evita
Why all this howling hysterical sorrow
What kind of goddess has lived among us
How will we ever get by without her
She had her moments she had some style
The best show in town was the crowd
Outside the Casa Rosada crying Eva Peron
But that's all gone now
As soon as the smoke from the funeral clears
We're all gonna see and how
She's done nothing for years
Choir: Salve Regina mater misericordiae
Vita dulcedo et spes nostra
Salve salve Regina
Ad te clamamus
Exules filii Eva
Ad tu suspiramus gementes
Et flentes o clemens o pia
Che: You let down your people Evita
You were supposed to have been immortal
That's all they wanted not much to ask for
But in the end you could not deliver
Sing you fools but you got it wrong
Enjoy your prayers because you haven't got long
Your queen is dead your king is through
And she's not coming back to you
Show business kept us all alive
Since 17 October 1945
But the star has gone
The glamour's worn thin
That's a pretty bad state for a state to be in
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Con Voi
Mia cara, voglio farvi sapere
Qualcosa che è molto importante per me,
E qualcosa che può essere
Molto importante per lei,
Se apprezzi il mio amore solo
Come valore di tuo.
Mia cara, sono stato con voi per
Come posso ricordare.
Mi ricordo quando eravamo bambini,
E i nostri genitori erano vicini,
E siamo stati vicini, come pure,
Naturalmente
E i nostri genitori sarebbero pianificare 'gioco-date'
Come chiamati li allora e ancora adesso,
E c'era molto di più ad esso.
Si, tua sorella e tuo fratello sarebbe venuto sopra,
E potrebbe appendere fuori con mio fratello, mia sorella e me.
Ricordo che pensavo che le ragazze erano lorde,
E voi, vorrei evitare
E hai pensato che avevo una malattia,
Così sarebbe evitare me, troppo.
Ma, dopo un paio di settimane,
Siamo diventati amici,
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poem by James Roberts
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A New Argentina
Peron: Dice are rolling the knives are out
Would be presidents are all around
I don't say they mean harm but they'd each give an arm
To see us six feet underground
Eva: It doesn't matter what those morons say
Our nation's leaders are a feeble crew
There's only 20 of them anyway
What is 20 next to millions who are looking to you
All you have to do is sit and wait
Keeping out of everybody's way
We'll-you'll be handed power on a plate
When the ones who matter have their say
And with chaos installed
You can reluctantly agree to be called
Peron: There again we could be foolish not to quit while we're ahead
For distance lends enchantment and that is why
All exiles are distinguished more important they're not dead
I could find job satisfaction in Paraguay
Eva: This is crazy defeatest talk
Why commit political suicide
There's no risk there's no call for any action at all
When you have unions on your side
People of Argentina: A new Argentina the chains of the masses untied
A new Argentina the voice of the people cannot be denied
Eva: There is only one man who can lead any worker's regime
He lives for your problems he shares your ideals and your dream
He supports you for he loves you understands you in one of you
If not how could he love me
People of Argentina: A new Argentina the worker's battle song
A new Argentina the voice of the people rings out loud and long
Eva: Now I am a worker I've suffered the way that you do
I've been unemployed and I've starved and I've hated it too
But I found my salvation in Peron may the nation
Let him save them as he saved me
People of Argentina: A new Argentina a new age about to begin
A new Argentina we face the world together no dissent within
Peron: There again we could be foolish not to quit while we're ahead
I can see us many miles away inactive
Sipping cocktails on a terrace taking breakfast in bed
Sleeping easy doing nothing it's attractive
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song performed by Madonna from Evita Soundtrack (Part 1)
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Tu Vuoi Da Me Qualcosa
Tu vuoi da me qualcosa
Tu vuoi da me qualcosa
Tu vuoi da me qualcosa
Sempre
Tu vuoi da me "che cosa"
Tu vuoi da me "che cosa"
Tu vuoi da me
Cosa ti Serve
Tu vuoi da me qualcosa
Tu vuoi da me qualcosa
Tu vuoi da me qualcosa
Sempre
Tu vuoi da me "che cosa"
Tu vuoi da me "che cosa"
Tu vuoi da me
Cosa ti Serve
Ti serve
ti serve
ti serve
ti serve
ti serve
ti serve
Per esser felici per te
Ci vuole "un perch"
Non ti fidi mai
Non ci credi e lo sai
Vuoi qualcosa di pi
E dici che tu
Pretendi da me
Qualcosa che io
Non s!
Che cosa ?...
Che cosa vuoi?...
Che cosa...hai?....
Che cosa c'?....
Tu vuoi da me qualcosa
Tu vuoi da me qualcosa
Tu vuoi da me qualcosa
Sempre
Tu vuoi da me "che cosa"
Tu vuoi da me "che cosa"
Tu vuoi da me
Cosa ti Serve
Ti serve
ti serve
ti serve
ti serve
ti serve
ti serve
Per esser felice per te
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Beldame of Death
A crunch: afoot a dead arachnid
Spanning once a serving plate –
Oh! that others be alive
With such as me for spider bait!
I slunk along the silent hall
Of ancient ore attired in grime –
Feculent beyond the nose;
No bearing here, nor feel for time.
I shuddered in appreciation –
The ambience would mortify
A feeble mind, aghast, opined
Of murky thought, and typify
The will of Belial err I brought
Upon myself to loathe and dread
Exquisite retribution: to linger
Oftentimes alive, then dead.
Compulsion saw me edging on
Toward a narrow door of oak.
Behind, I knew, a greater evil
Waiting in her fusty cloak.
A choice of nil upon the table;
Aught of leave, I had to face
Alone the shrew – her flaming aura
Angling me; my deep disgrace
From ugly deeds I dealt in life,
A heinous world I honed in glee…
'Now take a crooked path to death,
For I have come to torture thee! '
Out of eyes of orange flame,
A piercing glare, then here it came –
The cackling cry of chanting song:
'You thought you'd die alone in pain
The once – nay nay! you'll die with me,
And so a catch: you'll die again
Ad infinitum - ever be!
Your soul to curse, my heart we'll gore,
Your liver to draw and quarter;
A sadomasochistic pair,
We'll slither together in slaughter! '
I answered only with a scream, from
Sensing near her craving lust.
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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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DElusa
Sei tu che quando balli cos, mi vuoi provocare
e lo sai cos' che scateni tu, dentro di me!
E... s, continua pure cos, che vai bene
e lo sai, ti dir sempre di
s....... io muoio per te!
Sei tu che quando balli cos in televisione
chiss com' orgoglioso di te tuo pap!
E.... s che il gioco bello cos.... solo "guardare"
per quel Boncompagni l ..... secondo me...........
Ehi tu "delusa"
attenta che chi troppo "abusa"
rischia poi di pi......
Sei tu che dici sempre cos "non chiamarmi amore"!
Perch? gli amori fatti cos, che cosa sono per te!
Eh.... s che se ti muovi cos,
mi vuoi far morire.....
e lo vuoi, che io ti guardi cos......
altro che!
Ehi tu "delusa"
attenta che chi troppo "abusa"
rischia un po'....... un po' di e se c' il lupo.... rischi tu!
Ehi tu "delusa".......
che cosa voi che sia "una scusa"....
stai pur l.... che io lo so
che cosa il Sesso e il Rock'N'Roll!
Ti vesti sempre cos.... anche in casa?
Perch?.... di spettatori l.....
non ce n'?!
Eh....s!...pap geloso
e cos..... non ti lascia uscire!..... Per "in televisione" s.....
chiss perch!.....
Ehi tu "delusa"
attenta che chi troppo "abusa"
rischia un po'....... un po' di pi......
e se c' il lupo.... rischi tu!
Ehi tu "delusa".......
che cosa voi che sia "una scusa"....
stai pur l.... che io lo so
che cosa il Sesso e il Rock'N'Roll!
Ehi tu "delusa"
che cosa vuoi che "sia una scusa"....
"divertiti"..... e fa il tuo show!.....
che questo Sesso,
Rock'N'Roll!......
song performed by Vasco Rossi
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VI. Giuseppe Caponsacchi
Answer you, Sirs? Do I understand aright?
Have patience! In this sudden smoke from hell,—
So things disguise themselves,—I cannot see
My own hand held thus broad before my face
And know it again. Answer you? Then that means
Tell over twice what I, the first time, told
Six months ago: 't was here, I do believe,
Fronting you same three in this very room,
I stood and told you: yet now no one laughs,
Who then … nay, dear my lords, but laugh you did,
As good as laugh, what in a judge we style
Laughter—no levity, nothing indecorous, lords!
Only,—I think I apprehend the mood:
There was the blameless shrug, permissible smirk,
The pen's pretence at play with the pursed mouth,
The titter stifled in the hollow palm
Which rubbed the eyebrow and caressed the nose,
When I first told my tale: they meant, you know,
"The sly one, all this we are bound believe!
"Well, he can say no other than what he says.
"We have been young, too,—come, there's greater guilt!
"Let him but decently disembroil himself,
"Scramble from out the scrape nor move the mud,—
"We solid ones may risk a finger-stretch!
And now you sit as grave, stare as aghast
As if I were a phantom: now 't is—"Friend,
"Collect yourself!"—no laughing matter more—
"Counsel the Court in this extremity,
"Tell us again!"—tell that, for telling which,
I got the jocular piece of punishment,
Was sent to lounge a little in the place
Whence now of a sudden here you summon me
To take the intelligence from just—your lips!
You, Judge Tommati, who then tittered most,—
That she I helped eight months since to escape
Her husband, was retaken by the same,
Three days ago, if I have seized your sense,—
(I being disallowed to interfere,
Meddle or make in a matter none of mine,
For you and law were guardians quite enough
O' the innocent, without a pert priest's help)—
And that he has butchered her accordingly,
As she foretold and as myself believed,—
And, so foretelling and believing so,
We were punished, both of us, the merry way:
Therefore, tell once again the tale! For what?
Pompilia is only dying while I speak!
Why does the mirth hang fire and miss the smile?
My masters, there's an old book, you should con
For strange adventures, applicable yet,
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poem by Robert Browning from The Ring and the Book
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Quelli Che Non Hanno Et (Gabry Ponte Power Remix)
Siamo noi
Siamo solo noi quelli che
Quelli che non hanno et
E comunque andr
Non si fermeranno mai
Siamo noi sempre solo noi quelli che
Quelli che non hanno et
E chi arriver
Si ricorder di noi
Figli dell'eternit
Sempre in cerca di grandi perch
Nemici di un tempo che va
Dove un re non c'
Come stelle che firmano il blu
E che lasciano in cielo una scia
E' la vita la nostra virt
Cos sia
Siamo noi
Siamo solo noi quelli che
Quelli che non hanno et
E comunque andr
Non si fermeranno mai
Siamo noi sempre solo noi quelli che
Quelli che non hanno et
E chi arriver
Si ricorder di noi
C' una vecchia canzone che va
Testimone del tempo che fu
Conserva la sua dignit
E di chi non c' pi
Come amici di vent'anni fa
Chiusi dentro a una fotografia
Che il domani non canceller
Cos sia
Siamo noi
Siamo solo noi quelli che
Quelli che non hanno et
E comunque andr
Non si fermeranno mai
Siamo noi sempre solo noi quelli che
Quelli che non hanno et
E chi arriver
Si ricorder di noi
Come l'anima oltre il muro del tempo
Il segno che lasci vivr
Siamo noi
siamo solo noi quelli che
Quelli che non hanno et
E comunque andr
Non si fermeranno mai
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The Troubadour. Canto 4
IT was a wild and untrain'd bower,
Enough to screen from April shower,
Or shelter from June's hotter hour,
Tapestried with starry jessamines,
The summer's gold and silver mines;
With a moss seat, and its turf set
With crowds of the white violet.
And close beside a fountain play'd,
Dim, cool, from its encircling shade;
And lemon trees grew round, as pale
As never yet to them the gale
Had brought a message from the sun
To say their summer task was done.
It was a very solitude
For love in its despairing mood,
With just enough of breath and bloom,
With just enough of calm and gloom,
To suit a heart where love has wrought
His wasting work, with saddest thought;
Where all its sickly fantasies
May call up suiting images:
With flowers like hopes that spring and fade
As only for a mockery made,
And shadows of the boughs that fall
Like sorrow drooping over all.
And LEILA , loveliest! can it be
Such destiny is made for thee?
Yes, it is written on thy brow
The all thy lip may not avow,--
All that in woman's heart can dwell,
Save by a blush unutterable.
Alas! that ever RAYMOND came
To light thy cheek and heart to flame,--
A hidden fire, but not the less
Consuming in its dark recess.
She had leant by his couch of pain,
When throbbing pulse and bursting vein
Fierce spoke the fever, when fate near
Rode on the tainted atmosphere;
And though that parch'd lip spoke alone
Of other love, in fondest tone,
And though the maiden knew that death
Might be upon his lightest breath,
Yet never by her lover's side
More fondly watch'd affianced bride,--
With pain or fear more anxious strove,
Than LEILA watch'd another's love.
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poem by Letitia Elizabeth Landon
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XI. Guido
You are the Cardinal Acciaiuoli, and you,
Abate Panciatichi—two good Tuscan names:
Acciaiuoli—ah, your ancestor it was
Built the huge battlemented convent-block
Over the little forky flashing Greve
That takes the quick turn at the foot o' the hill
Just as one first sees Florence: oh those days!
'T is Ema, though, the other rivulet,
The one-arched brown brick bridge yawns over,—yes,
Gallop and go five minutes, and you gain
The Roman Gate from where the Ema's bridged:
Kingfishers fly there: how I see the bend
O'erturreted by Certosa which he built,
That Senescal (we styled him) of your House!
I do adjure you, help me, Sirs! My blood
Comes from as far a source: ought it to end
This way, by leakage through their scaffold-planks
Into Rome's sink where her red refuse runs?
Sirs, I beseech you by blood-sympathy,
If there be any vile experiment
In the air,—if this your visit simply prove,
When all's done, just a well-intentioned trick,
That tries for truth truer than truth itself,
By startling up a man, ere break of day,
To tell him he must die at sunset,—pshaw!
That man's a Franceschini; feel his pulse,
Laugh at your folly, and let's all go sleep!
You have my last word,—innocent am I
As Innocent my Pope and murderer,
Innocent as a babe, as Mary's own,
As Mary's self,—I said, say and repeat,—
And why, then, should I die twelve hours hence? I—
Whom, not twelve hours ago, the gaoler bade
Turn to my straw-truss, settle and sleep sound
That I might wake the sooner, promptlier pay
His due of meat-and-drink-indulgence, cross
His palm with fee of the good-hand, beside,
As gallants use who go at large again!
For why? All honest Rome approved my part;
Whoever owned wife, sister, daughter,—nay,
Mistress,—had any shadow of any right
That looks like right, and, all the more resolved,
Held it with tooth and nail,—these manly men
Approved! I being for Rome, Rome was for me.
Then, there's the point reserved, the subterfuge
My lawyers held by, kept for last resource,
Firm should all else,—the impossible fancy!—fail,
And sneaking burgess-spirit win the day.
The knaves! One plea at least would hold,—they laughed,—
One grappling-iron scratch the bottom-rock
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I'd Be Surprisingly Good For You
Eva: Colonel Peron
Peron: Eva Duarte
Eva and Peron: I've heard so much about you
Eva: I'm amazed for I'm only an actress
Nothing to shout about only a girl on the air
Together
Peron: I'm amazed for I'm only a soldier
One of the thousands defending the country he loves
Eva: But when you act the things you do affect us all
Peron: But when you act you take us away from the squallor of the real world
Are you here on your own
Eva: Yes oh yes
Peron: So am I
What a fortunate coincidence
Maybe you're my reward for my efforts here tonight
Eva: It seems crazy but you must believe
There's nothing calculated nothing planned
Please forgive me if I seem naive
I would never want to force your hand
But please understand I'd be good for you
I don't always rush in like this
Twenty seconds after saying hello
Telling strangers I'm too good to miss
If I'm wrong I hope you tell me so
But you really should know I'd be good for you
I'd be surprisingly good for you
I won't go on if I'm boring you
But do you understand my point of view
Do you like what you hear what you see and would you be
Good for me too
I'm not talking of a hurried night
A frantic tumble then a shy goodbye
Creeping home before it gets too light
That's not the reason that I caught your eye
Which has to imply I'd be good for you
I'd be surprisingly good for you
Peron: Please go on you enthrall me
I can understand you perfectly
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song performed by Madonna from Evita Soundtrack (Part 1)
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Lo Show
Quello che so
che dentro di me
tutto logico
quell'atmosfera di festa che ho
dentro allo stomaco.
"Fa' che non sia un'altra vana bugia!"
contano su di me!
E stai tranquillo che non andr via
io sono qui per te!
Quando quel suono diventer "blu"..
sar l'inizio....
crescer piano e ti scender
gi
gi come un brivido!
Quando di colpo comincia lo show
sta' pure certo che
questa la volta che volerai su....
volerai via con me! Eh!.....
Quello che so
che tu sentirai
tutta la rabbia che ho
io sono qui
e tu conti su me....
pensa che ridere!
Per me che conta soltanto la mia
di solitudine!
Per una sera speriamo che sia
almeno utile!
Quello che so...
quello che ho...
io non lo so......
e spiegamelo tu!
Per me che conta soltanto la mia
di solitudine!
Per una sera speriamo che sia
almeno utile!
Quello che so................
quello che ho................
Quello che so................
quello che ho................
song performed by Vasco Rossi
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Ogni Volta
E ogni volta che viene giorno
ogni volta che ritorno
ogni volta che cammino
e mi sembra di averti vicino
ogni volta che mi guardo intorno
ogni volta che non me ne accorgo
ogni volta che viene giorno.
E ogni volta che mi sveglio
ogni volta che mi sbaglio
ogni volta che sono sicuro
e ogni volta che mi sembra solo
ogni volta che mi viene in mente
qualche cosa che non c'entra niente
ogni volta...
E ogni volta che non sono coerente
e ogni volta che non importante
ogni volta che qualcuno si preoccupa per me
ogni volta che non c'
proprio quanto la stavo cercando
ogni volta...
ogni volta quando....
E ogni volta torna sera e la paura
e ogni volta torna sera e la paura....
E ogni volta che non c'entro
ogni volta che non sono stato
ogni volta che non guardo in faccia a niente
e ogni volta che dopo piango
ogni volta che rimango
con la testa tra le mani
e rimando tutto a domani.
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Goodnight And Thank You
Che: Goodnight and thank you Huevo
She's in every magazine
Been photographed seen
She is known
We don't like to rush but your case has been packed
If we've missed anything
You could give her a ring
But she won't always answer the phone
Eva: Oh but it's sad when a love affair dies
But we have pretended enough
It's best that we part stop fooling ourselves
Che: Which means
Eva and Che: There is no one no on at all
Never has been and never will be a lover
Male or female
Who hasn't an eye on in fact they rely on tricks they can try on their partner
They're hoping their lover will help them or keep them
Support them promote them
Don't blame them you're the same
Che: Goodnight and thank you Emilio
You've completed your task
What more can we ask of you now
Please sign the book on the way out the door
And that will be all if she needs you she'll call
But I don't think that's likely somehow
Eva: Oh but it's sad when a love affair dies
But when we were hot we were hot
I know you'll look back on the good times we've shared
Che: Which means
Eva and Che: There is no one no on at all
Never has been and never will be a lover
Male or female
Who hasn't an eye on in fact they rely on tricks they can try on their partner
They're hoping their lover will help them or keep them
Support them promote them
Che: Don't blame her you're the same
Eva and female chorus: There is no soap no soap like Zaz
No detergent lotion or oil with such power in the shower
It's the mother and father of luxery lather
The talk of the bath the great ointment
One little frolic with new Zaz carbolic
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The Cenci : A Tragedy In Five Acts
DRAMATIS PERSONÆ
Count Francesco Cenci.
Giacomo, his Son.
Bernardo, his Son.
Cardinal Camillo.
Orsino, a Prelate.
Savella, the Pope's Legate.
Olimpio, Assassin.
Marzio, Assassin.
Andrea, Servant to Cenci.
Nobles, Judges, Guards, Servants.
Lucretia, Wife of Cenci, and Step-mother of his children.
Beatrice, his Daughter.
The Scene lies principally in Rome, but changes during the Fourth Act to Petrella, a castle among the Apulian Apennines.
Time. During the Pontificate of Clement VIII.
ACT I
Scene I.
-An Apartment in the Cenci Palace.
Enter Count Cenci, and Cardinal Camillo.
Camillo.
That matter of the murder is hushed up
If you consent to yield his Holiness
Your fief that lies beyond the Pincian gate.-
It needed all my interest in the conclave
To bend him to this point: he said that you
Bought perilous impunity with your gold;
That crimes like yours if once or twice compounded
Enriched the Church, and respited from hell
An erring soul which might repent and live:-
But that the glory and the interest
Of the high throne he fills, little consist
With making it a daily mart of guilt
As manifold and hideous as the deeds
Which you scarce hide from men's revolted eyes.
Cenci.
The third of my possessions-let it go!
Ay, I once heard the nephew of the Pope
Had sent his architect to view the ground,
Meaning to build a villa on my vines
The next time I compounded with his uncle:
I little thought he should outwit me so!
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poem by Percy Bysshe Shelley
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Hai Ragione Tu
Scusa se pretendo
dalla vita quello che
forse non saggio
voglio sempre chiss che.
Grazie per l'affetto
ma non voglio che ti di
... di troppo disturbo
e ho pensato gi che hai
che hai......
(hai) Ragione Tu!
Come sei forte
pensi a tutto te
rilassati che forse
mi va bene quel che c'.
Toglimi di dosso
quelle mani che mi di...
sono gi depresso
e lo so perfino che hai
che hai....
hai ragione tu!
hai ragione tu!
hai ragione tu!
(Ora che hai riso
lascia almeno che
togliti di torno
lo so gi che giorno !
Sono gi in crisi
non importa che
lascia che respiri
dimmi cosa vuoi da me)
Hai ragione tu!
Scusa se pretendo
dalla vita quello che
forse non saggio
voglio sempre chiss che.
Ma toglimi di dosso
quelle mani che mi di...
sono gi depresso
e lo so perfino che hai
che hai......
Ragione Tu!
hai ragione tu!
hai ragione tu!
song performed by Vasco Rossi
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Ci Credi
Non vorrei fare pi canzoni fino a quando
non me lo chiedono pi
sto diventando quasi isterico e non ne posso pi
guarda che bella sorpresa la vita
quando credevo che fosse finita
arrivi tu!
arrivi tu!
E adesso vado a letto presto come gli altri
e non sono pi
quello che andava sempre a letto tardi
e dormo di pi
guarda che bella sorpresa la vita
che ad un certo punto ti svegli E' FINITA
e non ritorna pi
e non ritorna pi
Adesso voglio una vita diversa
da quella l
inutile che tu mi guardi di traverso io sono sempre qui
che la vita che cambia che cambia
che ti svegli e non ma quella che credevi tu
Quante cose che si muovono che si dicono che si credono
quante cose che si pensano, e poi cambiano........
Non che sono pi felice di una volta
o forse s
che alla fine ogni cosa ti stanca tutto qui
guarda che bella sorpresa la vita
che ad un certo punto ti svegli E' FINITA
e non ritorna pi
e non ritorna pi
song performed by Vasco Rossi
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Peron's Latest Flame
Che: At the watering holes
Of the well to do
I detect a resistance to
English: Precisely
Che: Our heroine's style
English: We're glad you noticed
Che: The shooting sticks
Of the upper class
English: Give her an inch
Che: Aren't supporting a single ass
That would rise for the girl
English: She'll take a mile
Such a shame she wandered
Into our enclosure
How unfortunate this person
Has forced us to be blunt
No we wouldn't mind
Seeing her at Harrod's
But behind the jewelry counter
Not in front
Che: Could there be
In our fighting corps
A lack of enthusiasm for
Troops: Exactly
Che: Peron's latest flame
Troops: You said it brother
Che: Should you wish
To cause great distress
In the tidiest officer's mess
Just mention her name
Troops: That isn't funny
Peron is a fool
Breaking every taboo
Installing the girl in the Army H.Q.
And she's an actress the last straw
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song performed by Madonna from Evita Soundtrack (Part 1)
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The House Of Dust: Complete
I.
The sun goes down in a cold pale flare of light.
The trees grow dark: the shadows lean to the east:
And lights wink out through the windows, one by one.
A clamor of frosty sirens mourns at the night.
Pale slate-grey clouds whirl up from the sunken sun.
And the wandering one, the inquisitive dreamer of dreams,
The eternal asker of answers, stands in the street,
And lifts his palms for the first cold ghost of rain.
The purple lights leap down the hill before him.
The gorgeous night has begun again.
'I will ask them all, I will ask them all their dreams,
I will hold my light above them and seek their faces.
I will hear them whisper, invisible in their veins . . .'
The eternal asker of answers becomes as the darkness,
Or as a wind blown over a myriad forest,
Or as the numberless voices of long-drawn rains.
We hear him and take him among us, like a wind of music,
Like the ghost of a music we have somewhere heard;
We crowd through the streets in a dazzle of pallid lamplight,
We pour in a sinister wave, ascend a stair,
With laughter and cry, and word upon murmured word;
We flow, we descend, we turn . . . and the eternal dreamer
Moves among us like light, like evening air . . .
Good-night! Good-night! Good-night! We go our ways,
The rain runs over the pavement before our feet,
The cold rain falls, the rain sings.
We walk, we run, we ride. We turn our faces
To what the eternal evening brings.
Our hands are hot and raw with the stones we have laid,
We have built a tower of stone high into the sky,
We have built a city of towers.
Our hands are light, they are singing with emptiness.
Our souls are light; they have shaken a burden of hours . . .
What did we build it for? Was it all a dream? . . .
Ghostly above us in lamplight the towers gleam . . .
And after a while they will fall to dust and rain;
Or else we will tear them down with impatient hands;
And hew rock out of the earth, and build them again.
II.
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poem by Conrad Potter Aiken
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Show Me Love
(spoken) Hello
This was an accident
Not the kind where sorrow sounds
Never even noticed
We're suddenly crumbling
Tell me how you've never felt
Delicate or innocent
Do you still have doubts that
Us having faith makes any sense
Tell me nothing ever counts
Lashing out or breaking down
Still somebody loses 'cause
There's no way to turn around
Staring at your photograph
Everything now in the past
Never felt so lonely
I wish that you could show me love
Shov me love
Show me love
Show me love
Show me love
Show me love
'Til you open that door
Show me love
Show me love
Show me love
Show me love
Show me love
'Til I'm up off the floor
Show me love
Show me love
Show me love
Show me love
Show me love
'Til it's inside my pores
Show me love
Show me love
Show me love
Show me love
Show me love
'Til I'm screaming for more
Random acts of mindlessness
Commonplace occurences
Chances and surprises
Another state of consciousness
Tell me nothing ever counts
Lashing out or breaking down
Still somebody loses 'cause
There's no way to turn around
Tell me how you've never felt
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song performed by Tatu
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VII. Pompilia
I am just seventeen years and five months old,
And, if I lived one day more, three full weeks;
'T is writ so in the church's register,
Lorenzo in Lucina, all my names
At length, so many names for one poor child,
—Francesca Camilla Vittoria Angela
Pompilia Comparini,—laughable!
Also 't is writ that I was married there
Four years ago: and they will add, I hope,
When they insert my death, a word or two,—
Omitting all about the mode of death,—
This, in its place, this which one cares to know,
That I had been a mother of a son
Exactly two weeks. It will be through grace
O' the Curate, not through any claim I have;
Because the boy was born at, so baptized
Close to, the Villa, in the proper church:
A pretty church, I say no word against,
Yet stranger-like,—while this Lorenzo seems
My own particular place, I always say.
I used to wonder, when I stood scarce high
As the bed here, what the marble lion meant,
With half his body rushing from the wall,
Eating the figure of a prostrate man—
(To the right, it is, of entry by the door)
An ominous sign to one baptized like me,
Married, and to be buried there, I hope.
And they should add, to have my life complete,
He is a boy and Gaetan by name—
Gaetano, for a reason,—if the friar
Don Celestine will ask this grace for me
Of Curate Ottoboni: he it was
Baptized me: he remembers my whole life
As I do his grey hair.
All these few things
I know are true,—will you remember them?
Because time flies. The surgeon cared for me,
To count my wounds,—twenty-two dagger-wounds,
Five deadly, but I do not suffer much—
Or too much pain,—and am to die to-night.
Oh how good God is that my babe was born,
—Better than born, baptized and hid away
Before this happened, safe from being hurt!
That had been sin God could not well forgive:
He was too young to smile and save himself.
When they took two days after he was born,
My babe away from me to be baptized
And hidden awhile, for fear his foe should find,—
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poem by Robert Browning from The Ring and the Book
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